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Ser Audo Weiss sat in his office as he filed through each piece of paperwork after paperwork. His weight creaked back in his as his gaze cast out the window, then sliding up to the Weiss and de Pelear pendant, united in both halves that dangled above the window. His youngest by blood had grown up. How fast life had gone by... Deeply, he inhaled before he set about continuing his work.

[!] A letter is returned by perfectly normal bird. To Kor'garr, Ea send ea apologies for ea mistake ag will make prompt alterations. While ea studies have taken ea around ve world, the relative recentness of our collective migration seems va have left some difficulties in finding names ag other transitionary political elements. Ve Iron Horde has been but auwn difficulty but vyr willingness va reach out va right ea mistake is greatly appreciated ag is a step towards affirming our foothold on ve continent i Aevos. Iv Joveo Maan, His Honourable, Ser Audo Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain, Baron of Zvaervauld, Sergeant of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl and 9th Knight of the Table

Ser Audo Weiss sat in his chambers upon the side of his bed, hunched. A single, dying candle burnts lowly on the windowsill in its final minutes of life. Solemnly, he sipped from a glass of whiskey as his gaze trailed to the far end of the room, to his knightly armour at rest on his stand, and his trusty Wüstenlöwe which had accompanied him into many battles, and his Weiss Coat of Arms shield which had defended him and others duly. At times, he held doubts on the position he held and the title of Ser he bore. And yet, doubts for acts one disagreed with were a normal part of life. The way he was looked at for his armour and title - spoken to even, the things he had heard done, the things he had known himself done... they cast doubt. But never had he imagine the vile bubbling in his gut and the weight it held: disgust. The betrayal of Allessandra had hit harsh, but there was no time to consider or process his own view for the Queen's distress had been obvious. There was no time nor was he stationed in any position to halt a descration of GOD's holy grounds. No time nor thought nor mercy was considered for the thing that perhaps was not a monster: a child. Perhaps what would have been an innocent being. Nie. He thought. Nie - there was no perhaps about it. Even if not free of the curse of its mamej, they could have saved it. The child could always have been saved. There would be some way, for GOD allowed this path for them. There would be some way because children are innocent and ought be protected. His gaze lingered on the armour, the weapon, the shield. He drank, downing what remained of his whiskey. And yet, despite what happened, despite the wrathful treatment he too recieved for his status, despite the disgust at the murder commited by his colleagues, he remained for his duty was unto the king and kingdom.

Report: Survey of the Capitals Penned by Ser Audo Weiss, 9th Knight of the Table Naf zwy hag i 4th i Tov ag Yermey i 486 E.S. Upon the soldier and the knight lay not only the responsibilities of fighting for one’s kingdom, but also the procurement and maintenance of intelligence. Unto this purpose and under the instruction of the Knight Paramount a four-year journey, from 481 E.S. to 485 E.S., to complete a cartographic survey of each nation’s capital has been completed. With a diligent hand and auspicious conditions, even each town-house has been carefully recorded. Where possible, inward and surrounding areas have also been mapped to better grasp the surrounding geography and accessibility of each city. Much recording has been done on-site with minor alterations within my own study. More troublesome locations have been visited on multiple occasions with mappings completed in some areas numerous times allowing for the most accurate pick. Each completed piece has been displayed within the halls of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl and it is encouraged that each soldier takes the time to understand the settlements of our kin and non-kin alike. The following details the nations and their capitals that have been mapped, and in what year their reconnaissance was completed: 481 E.S. Valdev, The Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska Velec, the Duchy of Adria Talon’s Roost, The Unified Domain of Vortice Vjardengrad, The Kingdom of Norland Kal’Kadrelaz, The Grand Kingdom of Urguan Vallagne, Commonwealth of the Petra Portoregne, The Kingdom of Balian 482 E.S. The Most Serene State of Lurin The Principality of Talar’nor San'Briu, Confederation of Clan of the Iron Horde The Ashen Realm of Nor’asath Whitespire, The United Kingdom of Aaun Númenost the Fair, The Kingdom of Númendil 483 E.S. Bywater, The Halfling Realm of Dúnfarthing Aianëar, The Princedom of Amathine The Cove of Nevaehlen 485 E.S. Elcihi’thilln, The Silver State of Haelun’or While these past few years have merited this knowledge there will come a time in the ebb and flow of changing tides when this study will become outdated. A strong recommendation is therefore called upon that those who cradle the mind for such study keep a watchful eye on the progression of each settlement and motivate themselves to ensure the up-keep of our intelligence. Krusae zwy kongzem; Va ve Maan His Honourable, Ser Audo Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain, Baron of Zvaervauld, Sergeant of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl and 9th Knight of the Table

Audo Weiss' pencil lingered over the countours of the mountainside surrounding Haelun'or on his map when he received the news. A Zvaervauld-honey sweetened coffee steamed lazily beside him as it cooled. He lowered his pencil to continue working as a small yet truly glad smile graced him. His little sister had grown into a fine woman. And the young? Despite his own difficulties - and there were plenty - they were always good news for the young were innocent. And they were The Future.

Audo Weiss folded the missive as he tiredly slumped within his seat, taking for himself a cup of zvaervauld honey-sweetened coffee to sip upon as a small smile graced him. The clinic was finally open. He could safely say he was proud of the donations he made to ensure the functionality of the clinic, over numerous labourious days of work.

Audo Weiss took a breath at the news. Arthur - he had been a good man, one he'd seen perhaps a saint's day earlier, just passing by in the square. The Stafyr under his leadership had seen such highs and had been, of course, friends. He most certainly recalled the invitationt to view the Falcon's Flight of his sons and daughters, with all it's highs and lows. And, of course, this man had presided over his trial. He could only thank GOD that someone with a competent mind took it over, for with the mess that the situation was he could hardly bare to think of anyone else doing justice. "GODSPEED, Bossir Stafyr." He rumbled quietly. "Vy've done vyr duty, take vyr rest." He set the missive aside, laying it gently on his sideboard. His respects to this man were due.

Ser Audo Weiss folded the missive after a read. He simmered in some silence for a moment. He smiled faintly for another moment, although it proved hard to keep - for such awards were for another end, another change. Another loss of an influential figure and yet cemented some deep-seated, ones that recurred and haunted him and proved their reality each day. And for Haus to have attained something during this reign after the sheer anguish that man had caused him? To - even - in many regards, surpass him here. He laughed lightly, quietly, bitterly. At least he could celebrate for his wife. And yet with that came the crushing realisation that his work amounted to little, still. For he yet remained in the eyes of many in the shadow of his father and each year he strived to pass it, each year he was denied. And, now, at the turning of an era, his sat in the shadow of the man who had nearly driven him to the brink with the public statement that his loyalty was valued, yet valued less than such a man. He peered to the maps he diligently continued to work on upon his basement wall before resting back in his chair, laying his hands over his scarred visage to be enraptured in comforting darkness. And, after a moment to collect himself, he gathered up his utensils for another trek out - to simply quietly continue his duties. For the work he had done, and had always done, was for his family.

Audo heard the news while meticulously mapping the cities of Aevos - perhaps a skill he had long left untouched, but one taught under his tutelage from Georg. A skill that sat dormant, and patient, and as a testament to the great belief Georg had shown in the young veteran. His pencil stilled as he came to finalise the tallest contour marking of a mountain - a line which enraptured him for the next few seconds in quiet reflection. Georg, as he recalled, had always seemed so free of burden. He'd never chosen to express it - not to georg, for the man felt so otherworldly at times - but the pressure on the common-born boy to take upon the mantle of peer had always weighed heavy. His life had seemed destined to one of caring for his younger siblings in his father's extended absences. Absences that had been filled by a number of figures, including Georg. And, yet, he had been thrust into becoming so much more. It may be that Aleksandr would feel such a burden too. That he might hide it, too. Audo could only quietly wish the man well. For, in all his absences of work, and all the relationships that he had strained, the one had had never managed to even begin kindling was that of Aleksandr - though, despite that and despite himself he could bit help but view the king-to-be as yet another younger brother if only from their shared connection to Georg. It was a fact so silent, not even his wife was privy to. Lifting his head, the viscount took a deep breath. Later years had seen little shared between them, yet Audo had always retained a fondness for the fatherly figure of Georg: the only man he had trusted enough to seek beyond the realms of practical advice, to trust him with the vulnerabilities of love. Hia gaze turned, lifting to a map of Talon's Roost upon his basement wall. More specifically, to the ocean. Perhaps the two had always shared more than he thought. A faint smile graced him as he recalled his wish to explore the world, a wish he shared with Veronica. And yet, while such a thought brought some comforting connection with the news, it didn't remove the edge. Georg had started his adventure into the great unknown. Audo had, yet, much to do in Valdev. He had to support the new koeng with all his ability. He had to be here for the people if the kongzem. He had to be there for the Weiss. "Godspeed, Georg." The ward-turned-peer muttered quietly and, for once, with total informality. "... Things will be dobry at home. Ea promise." OOC: it's been a blast, gus. I can't thank you enough for getting involved with me and just generally being awesome.

Audo Weiss scanned the missive with some interest. There was only so far he could go alone on anything. Comrades were an essential part of the battlefield - why not in learning, too? He folded the missive before peering out to the distance. Raising his hand, he rested it over his automata eye in a thoughful bout of silence. There were certainly mysteries he had yet to understand in the material world.

Audo Weiss laid back in his dingy tent as he peered up at the roof of it. Suicidal, the old man had been: suicidal to stay back while others made their retreat. And yet, he was far from the only grizzled warrior he'd known to want to die fighting. And although he did still fear much when on the field, Audo was beginning to see the draw. These men had a legacy already; they wanted to go out with a BANG. Even in the unbearable Savoy heat, his knightly armour covered him, helmet and all. Beneath it, he smiled faintly even if the grief and tug from the loss of his father, uncle, comatose brother and his own brush with death was dragging on his mind. "Rest well, old bastard. Vy deserve it." He had been a fine Lord Marshal to learn under - one who had revitalised the army - and had been the man to finally give him a chance.

Audo Weiss, as he returned to his family in Savoy, would later hear of the death. Though he had stayed in Karosgrad with his broken arm and torn side, he had not been one to suffer much injury in the new fight. No, it had still been those around him. Many had taken grievous injury towards the last leg of the fight, and so, it seemed enough had left for the Seven Skies, too. "Papej ag now aedypapej." He muttered, tucked away outside of the walls as he spent time with the Brotherhood men that had come from across the sea - the men he and a few brave others had brought to aid against the threats Almaris faced. However, he did not speak with them for he seemed to be in his own head. Baldrum had certain been someone he looked up to. A man of honour, and of the old. He wasn't always a close man, but he had been a beacon and a guide - in some sense - even when his own father had not. However, with the passing of two men he admired so greatly came the crushing reality of how lost the fight was, and yet also one of how the torch had truly been passed on. He tilted his gaze to the heavens above. "Take care, aedypapej. Share a Carrion with papej."

Audo Weiss was solemn at the news. Housed in the keep, Haus would be taken care of to the best ability he could provide - and moved, when the time came, for the walls of Zvaervauld would not hold forever. However, the only time he truly spent by his brother was after the initial hearing of the news. A rush led him by his brother's side to peer upon his unconcious form - one no longer the brother he recalled. Schwartz, the dutiful direwolf, for once failed their duty or, perhaps, could not provide what was needed. Between his father's death and what might come to be his brother's, there was no calm. The books and ornaments were strew carelessly across the room, the desk had been overturned and the balcony door left on one hinge as it swayed in the wind. Anyone that investigated would find themselves able to eavesdrop on the rage-laced monologue of the Viscount who could no longer reconcile his duty to his brother with his personal afflictions. Of all the things Audo suffered, no pain would exceed that which was at the hands of his brother. Upon leaving the room, he shut the door and quietly instructed for it to be cleaned and organised. Audo Weiss did not return to Haus' side again.

Ser Audo Weiss looked over the missive. A faint breath was taken before his finger began to trap in a repetative motion upon his throne. His expression bore a grimness with the Knightly meeting on the forefront of his mind. The distaste and discontent - shame - he had with the order was growing to be ever-present and the latest words to spill from the Knight Paramount's mouth had helped none. The tap, tap, tap quietly reverberated from the empty hall. He shifted slightly as he lowered the missive, then stood to face the hearth that warmed the entrance. Tossing the missive to the flames, he was resolved within himself. He was determined not to simply let the knights use her. Sofia was more than an ally: she was family.

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Audo Weiss sat back in his throne, peering out - alone - at the entrance hall decorated with the victories and losses of the Weiss. A distant stare then met the far door, before sliding the opened bottle of Carrion Black he held. Though still dirtied with his father's blood, after he moved the body to the Novkursain morgue he simply sat and he drank. Kneeling by him in the Fenn as the battle was lost Va ve Maan was the best he could send him off with - a mutter, a whisper for only his father. Generic, perhaps, but he knew Felix would like it. Yet, even though he had already been the viscount and patriarch for a number of years he could never say he was ready for his father to truely be gone. There were things he wished to resolve with his father. Times had not always been smooth, and in recent ones it had finally started to feel like they could understand eachother - or, at least, Audo believe he could finally come to terms with the things that has happened between them. Even still, things could have been left off better. But perhaps Felix would like how things had turned out. They fought together in the end. His jaw clenched, and he raised the Carrion Black to his lips as he was met with a familiar taste: an old friend.

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Audo Weiss beamed a grin on receiving the missive, his back tilting back until it made contact with his thone. Even as he rested back, for a moment all he did was grin. His own sister-in-law upon the throne? He'd never imagined Hyspia would rise so fast. With a burst of energy, he shot to his feet. "This calls for a celebration!" He whipped around, ushering a servant onwards, "Go, go - fetch that rum and wine Sir Aeriolaneth gifted. Ea'll be damned if ea don't drink for such an occasion!"

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Audo Weiss pulled a shoddily-printed missive from the wall as he gazed over the information. At his heels, a stark-white yet quickly growing direwolf pup cast its gaze upwards - but it moved to patiently sit. Perhaps his brother wasn't as inclined as him towards the actual fighting, but he was fighting in his own way - and that was something he could be proud of. Finally, there was something to admire with no if, ands, buts, or lies about it. Now if only Carolus could issue an ongoing beastiary...

Audo Weiss folded his arms under himself, leant forwards upon the fencing that bordered his private rooftop garden. Lightly, his fingers gripped the report as the wind threatened to tear it from his grasp. Peering out into the distance, he quietly simmered over the happenings of the battle and the injuries their meagre unit sustained. He'd taken a gamble on bringing such fresh meat, and was frankly glad they pulled out of it alive. A frustrated sigh escaped him: even after pressing on in hopes to not falter or fail the collective assault, their last push had merited far more harm than good. And then there was him. Encounters with other Mori'quessir had so far been from afar and largely not addressed remotely towards Audo. And yet, the figure they faced had approached so freely and with such utter confidence. And though the sergeant had penned the words raucous and feeble upon the request for a report, he couldn't deny those were merely put to paper for the sake of morale. In fact, his keenness to launch an assault during the Mori's mockings seemed almost... dishonourable. "...Almost like a person ea'd find dobry company in." He muttered under his breath as the wind, ever persistent, finally succeeded in snatching the missive, ferrying it out towards the port. A taut quietness befell him at the thought; a thought he didn't dare linger on. With an arch of the brow and a subtle tilt of the head he promptly added: "Too bad they're scum."

[!] A missive is distributed announcing the fifth birthday of Weiss twins. THE WEISS TWINS SIEG BIRTHDAY Issued by the Viscounty of Novkursain Naf zwy hag 14th i Msitza ag Dargund i 472 ES [!] A depiction of the Walter, Stanislaw, and Karl at five and three. Vikomit Audo Weiss and Princess Verónica Weiss are delighted to invite you to a party celebrating their twins: firstborn son and heir, Walter León Weiss, and their second-born son, Stanislaw Julian Weiss. The gathering of spirits and merriment is intended not only to give the boys a jovial day but to introduce them to the wider community which they will be serving diligently for the foreseeable future in the name of King and GOD. Let us come together to wish these young boys wellness and happiness, and solidify their communal bonds to set them on the right path as they begin their walks in life. Food and drinks will be provided that celebrate the heritage of the twins. Itinerary: Music Games (Pin the tail on the lion, musical chairs, and a pinata) Gifting (should you be so inclined: With the boys having an apparent sweet-tooth, the gifting of sweets is recommended, Military ware will also be received with high regard, Tools and knowledge with which they can develop will be recieved with appreciation.) [!] A depiction of two white lion cubs Krusae zwy kongzem; Va Ve Maan Invites His Royal Majesty, King Georg, his esteemed Pedigree and his citizenry of the Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska His Holiness, High Pontiff Pontian IV Her Grace, Roslin Baruch and her esteemed Pedigree His Grace, Aleksandr var Ruthern and his esteemed Pedigree His Grace, Wilheim Barclay and his esteemed Pedigree The Right Honourable, Henrik Ludovar and his esteemed Pedigree The Right Honourable, Ileana Kortrevich and her esteemed Pedigree The Honourable, Carolus Colborn and his esteemed Pedigree His Highness, Francisco de Pelear and his esteemed Pedigree Her Ladyship, Alyona Godunov her esteemed Pedigree Firr Mira’Roui and his esteemed Pedigree Imizael Allisa Tennallar Go to Karosgrad, run to the Astfield carts and take the one titled ‘Sheffield’ from there you will ride the cart and follow the path marked by white carpet. Iv Joveo Mann, His Honourable Lordship, Audo Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain, Baron of Zvaervauld, Custodian of Staalgrav, Squire of The Order of the Crow, Sergeant and Military Tribune of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl Her Highness, Verónica Isabella Weiss, Princess of the Viceroyalty of Hyspia, Viscountess-Consort of Novkursain, Baroness-Consort of Zvaervauld, and Member of the Weiss Council

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