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A Stirlandic Knight, who’s home once held the now-dissolved titles of the old Eastern nation, read the Rex’s missive with a grin and his prosthetic eye’s sky-blue glow brightened, thus dimming soon after. “The time has come, pretenders.” Ser Aviel Helfgott spoke before going to find his lord.

A Stirlandic Knight with fiery-orange hair, a close friend of the bride, would have the invitation delivered to him by a passing courier. Upon reading, his visage drew a soft smile, having been told of the engagement by the Archminister herself. “May GOD bless this union an’ leave it unsundered, even at the end o’ the world.” Ser Aviel Helfgott murmured quietly at his desk, thus signing the Lorraine in the direction of Ivöria and then unto himself. The Helfgott then realized that he would probably need to wear that was not his armor for such an occasion, so a step to the trunk at the foot of his bed would be made.

Oremir Berhnjúkur, who was also partaking in the tribal feast, heard the news. Thus the seasoned warrior looked to his Chieftain, Ingvar. “Interestin’ indeed.” He mused before taking another bite out of a deer leg.

Far off from his homeland, a Bull would miraculously find a missive announcing the wedding of his cousin! “About time, Eva.” He jested to himself. “Perhaps it’s time t’ pay mí familia a visit.” Tonatiuh ruminated for a moment. “Gotta pack for the journey ahead.” He told his adventuring partner as the Salazar set his cowboy hat on his head, the band colored with the hues of Salazar. Thus Tonatiuh Salazar made preparations for the long trek back to Viru.

Ser Aviel Helfgott would, one way or another, hear about a melee tourney and ball held in the honor of the new Augusten heir. Always looking to push himself to be better, the Stirlandic Knight signed up for the melee!

An elderly Waldenic familiar with the accused would pinch the bridge of his nose in more than just annoyance, but disappointment. “Vhat ‘ave ya gotten yerself into, Xavier…” Klaus von Berkhoven lamented. A young Stirlandic Knight read the missive before rushing to find his father. “Pa, ye bes’ read this!” Ser Aviel called out, thus offering the parchment bearing the Imperial Seal upon its surface to Arthur Helfgott ( @BlauRps ).

The Baronet of Waldenstein, Ser Aviel Helfgott, would think on the invitation for the tourney for a moment before sending his RSVP.

A squire with flame-orange hair looked over the dossier, his lone ocean hue committing everything to memory, especially the names of the daemons. A smile would grow across his face before he signed the Lorraine Cross and closed his eye to pray, his fingers coiling around a rosary wrought of gleaming silver as onyx-black beads clattered against each other while draping over his entwined hands. A prayer to Almighty GOD was murmured in the native tongue of the Franklands before Aviel Helfgott rose his head, hands still wrapping around the pious icon as he looked over his gear to make sure he would be ready. The Helfgott thus donned the cross necklace once more and procured a volume from his copy of the Bestia Collectia collection off the bookshelf and started to read…

Aviel Helfgott would give a few more personal invites to others that weren't originally written on the missive. He would also assist in getting Stirland ready for the celebration!

[!] Within your grasp would be a missive written on fine parchment. The faint scent of candle wax would permeate your senses. A NAUTICAL NAMESDAY Penned by THE TIDAL BANNER OF HELFGOTT on the 16TH of HOREN’S CALLING, in the Year of Our LORD, 2037 I.T. ▪────༺ ☨ ༻────▪ GREAT BENEDICTIONS TO ALL, Our House, THE TIDAL BANNER OF HELFGOTT, invites you to celebrate the momentous eighteenth namesday of young AVIEL ROY HELFGOTT, there shall be food, drink, and all forms of merriment! The celebration will be taking place within the Village of Stirland, meeting up within its square. There shall be three events, those being: The Log Game Everyone likes to beat each other up from time-to-time, right? Then look no further than the Log Game! Two persons shall stand atop either end of an oaken log with padded bats, the last man standing wins. This will be a tournament-style game with a Winners’ and Losers’ bracket, the prize will be one-hundred [100] mina! The Shanty-Singing Contest Prepare your singing voice for the Shanty-Singing Contest! Music has long been part of the Helfgott identity and still sings true to this day! The catchiest shanty of the night will be the winner, having their song written down in the annals of history and publicized, the others will be sent to Davy Jones’ locker! Feel free to dance, step, and/or clap to the rhythms of our participants! The Helfgott Treasure Hunt Long has the dreams of bountiful loot been in the minds of the members of our family, so it shall continue! A box with treasure will be hidden within the borders of Stirland and the first one to reach the treasure wins, keeping their findings as a prize! INVITATIONS Invitations to this once-in-a-lifetime event shall be sent out to: His Imperial Majesty, Tiberius I Horen, Emperor of Man, and his imperial pedigree ( @Tide1 ) His Princely Highness, Erwin I Barclay, Prince in Reinmar and Lord Vandalore, and his royal pedigree ( @Timer ) The Right Honorable, Holy Ser Peter Rovare, Count of Stirland, and his noble pedigree ( @Based1Salmon ) The Right Honorable, Elis d’Amaury-Berkhoven, Countess of Rhoswood, and her noble pedigree ( @Frisket ) His Eminence, Cardinal Nerium of Idunia, and his pious pedigree ( @Onnensr ) His Imperial Excellency, Manfred von Berkhoven, Imperial Lord Marshal, and his esteemed pedigree ( @Irishmanmichael ) His Lordship, Clemens Aldersburg, Lord Marshal of the Prince’s Army, and his esteemed pedigree ( @SpAwNfreak ) His Lordship, Xavier Adiler, Chaptermaster of the Flamekeepers, and his esteemed pedigree ( @Bird5k ) Elector-Members of the Waldenic Diet and their royal, noble, and pious pedigrees The Citizenry of Stirland The Citizenry of the Empire of Man The Citizenry of the Kingdom of Idunia All Waldenian families Personal Invitations go out to: Her Ladyship, Lady Lucrezia Rovare ( @tadabug2000 ) His Lordship, Lord Adonis Rovare ( @clearlynoko ) His Lordship, Lord Elis Rovare ( @Dinochad ) Miss Luthién ( @UniBearse ) Miss Blanche ( @minarichankun ) Miss Esther ( @bumblefina ) Miss Delilah ( @Kitomine ) Mister Leon ( @Sweetyceltic ) Mister Gedeon ( @blesseuropa ) Mister Ivan ( @Nen ) Fellow Choristers of the Bene Lisse Choir ▪────༺ ☨ ༻────▪ CLOSING PRAYER GREATEST OF COUNCILORS, OUR PERFECT SHEPARD, we come to you in prayer that this young son of YOURS may be guided by the light of YOUR White Flame, FATHER GOD. Bathe young Aviel in YOUR wisdom and let YOUR endless love flow through him as he grows and helps direct the lost lambs of Man back to YOUR loving embrace. SAINT HUMBERT, pray for us, let the LORD ALMIGHTY anoint young Aviel with perseverance in all things. Let this young lamb of GOD denounce and defy all evils that may come his way. SAINT THOMAS, pray for us, pour into young Aviel the lesson brought by discipline and living amidst the frontierlands of this newborn Empire. SAINT ARCHANGEL MICHAEL, pray for us, pour into young Aviel the courage-flame of our ALMIGHTY CREATOR. Let his soul burn brightly in the eyes of our LORD, our KING OF KINGS. It is in HIS Blessed and Holy Name that we pray: AMEN! MIT GOTT ALS MEIN ANKER, Arthur Helfgott By Faith in GOD, Guard of Altamirano and Jorenus, Patriarch of House Helfgott Aviel Roy Helfgott By Faith in GOD, “The Flamehound,” Jester of Stirland, Squire of the Order of the Stars, Oathman of the Order of the Oak, Heir of House Helfgott

The POV of a Squire [!] A brave Human charging at a Goldenvine Vanguard in the wheat fields outside of Alba. ━─━────༺࿐༻────━─━ Aviel had been jolted awake by Lasair, his Blaze Ferret, jumping onto his stomach. The usual morning routine was done: throw on some work clothes, eat breakfast, harvest the wheat and store it, and care for his pets. Once done, he changed into his squirely uniform, a hand ran over the blue and white tabard before he slung it on over his armor. Lastly he donned his white fur cloak he had since his years as a page. The Helfgott then beckoned Gaoth to him, a mare whose snow-white hair caught the rays of the little Stirlandic sun that hung high. ‘A rain was coming perhaps?’ The Squire thought before lifting himself onto the saddle and rode off to Alba, the usual meeting spot of his friends. Once he rode into the city, the sky grew darker, but didn’t think much of it before an unusually frigid breeze and strange wailing spun through the city as he greeted his friends. Gedeon and Ivan would ride off to the Imperial Garrison with the rest of the Guard to gear up for what was to come and rode back through the City of Elizabeth to the back gate of the walled city. Aviel then looked to Lucrezia Rovare, the only daughter of the Count he swore fealty to, and beckoned her to find safety. “Safety is but an illusion, mon ami.” She retorted, then looked to the Squire. “I order that you come to no harm.” The noblewomen commanded, her bedazzled wrist flicking towards the back gate. “Aye, m’lady.” The Helfgott complied, thus setting his helmet atop his head and joining with the rest of the defenders. Upon reaching the gate, Aviel espied a mix of Guardsmen, Imperial Knights and their Squires, and even a handful of the imperial citizenry from Alba and the surrounding lands. The space was rife with prayers of safety in battle, shouting, and a plethora of battle cries. “AVE IMPERIUM!” Shouted the united front. Humans of all ages, races, and creeds stood as one upon this day and those after. From the trees and down the road, the forces of The Mountain met that of the Holy Imperium. Swords and shields crashed against each other like a symphony of metal with its conductor as War itself. Aviel blitzed across the battlefield, striking like a thunderbolt donned in the Blue and White against the advancing enemy. Foes large and small, the foot soldiers and the magi, would all meet the same fate, by the blade of Aviel Helfgott. With every strike, a prayer was murmured upon the Squire’s lips for GOD to continue protecting him. With every respite, he continued to encourage those around him to stand defiantly. Every passing moment filled with an Owynist litany. As the Mountain’s final contingent began to march into view, the Stirlandic Squire felt a boundless energy surged through his entire being. Such power would leak out in the form of blue and white lightning that arched close to his body. The Imperium’s foes would be struck with a power twofold the teen’s strength, flying back in a cloud of dust. As the Fogs of War faded, Aviel heaved for air, such a boon pulled much energy from him. With victory in the hands of the Holy Imperium, the flame-haired Stirlander gazed upon his form, his tabard had been cut, yet his armor held with just a couple of small dents. Thus, he turned on his heels and walked back into the walls of the Alban castle town. He had completed his orders after all. ━─━────༺࿐༻────━─━

Aviel's face went pale and was wrought with anxiety as he read the Imperial Edict over Lucrezia's shoulder. As the Highlander lad felt the Lady Rovare crumple and he dropped with her, holding her in a hopefully comforting embrace, not just her but himself as well. Not only would Lucrezia's brothers be sent to face this insurmountable threat, but himself as well. "I'm gonna do m' best t' stay alive, I've got too much t' live fer. An' I'll try m' best t' make sure yer brothers an' pa make it out alive." The Helfgott told the noble girl, looking to her with his ocean-hued gaze. A storm of anxiety festered within his youthful orbs, yet there was a flicker of COURAGE.

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An old Waldenic alchemist read the charter of the newborn Society. “Vhere vas this vhen ich vas younger?!” Klaus von Berkhoven exclaimed to himself from his bedroom! “Ich am glad zhat zhe Empire lit a new fire in zhe hearts of zhe People.” He hummed, wondering what his family thought about the Society’s creation. ▪────༺ ☨ ༻────▪ Aviel Helfgott, great-grandson of Avya and Klaus von Berkhoven (né Helfgott), grinned ear-to-ear seeing the establishing charter of the Society that he got to hear the petition for! ”This is gonna be great!” The redheaded teen proclaimed as he finished his Waldenian breakfast of ham, cheese, and toast with marmalade! Thusly, the Helfgott send a letter by Giant Stirlandic Bee to the Lord Alstreim!

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