Frawlic

MC Name: Comica_l

Discord: frawlic

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Description of Image: Family Portrait

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IGN: Comica_l

DISCORD: frawlic

SKIN: Red Resplendent

AMOUNT: $10

IGN: Comica_l

DISCORD: frawlic

SKIN: Minty Majesty

AMOUNT: $10

• Given names: Amari Morozov-Tabbris
• Age: 16
• Citizenship: Haense
• Relevant skills (if applicable): Fighting, medicine, reading, fluctuating luck (very good or very bad)
• Letter of Recommendation: Svetlana vas Ruthern
• ((OOC: Discord)): frawlic

MC Name:

         Comica_l

Character's Name:

         Amari Morozov-Tabbris

Character's Age:

         16

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         thatCoder

Teacher's RP Name:

         Cathan

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

Amari scanned over the invitation, a frown caught on her lips as she had to once more miss another friend's nameday. That would not keep her from getting a gift for the next time she saw Esfir though!

⋆Discord: frawlic

⋆Skin Name(s): Amaya's Scyfling Armor

⋆Bid(s): Buyout

Amari had become accustomed to broken promises. This was one she wished hadn't been. Fingers curled around a book of Frostweavers given to her by the recently passed had been the only thing keeping the girl from breaking down similarly to its worn leather bindings. Amari would not break her promise, not the one she had granted Amaya just the day before. "Ea will behave.... ea will keep Deia safe... ea promise, Dutiful Jewel."

Meanwhile, within the confines of her home wept a bard. Another one lost.

The now quiet Lady Bard of Haense, Verdier, paces mindlessly in her abode upon receiving the notice. Was one song enough? Perhaps she should have dedicated so much more to the Queen who had given her a home. Still, she kept to her own promise of silence, knowing others could provide more.

Meanwhile, a just shy of teenage years Amari trails after her fathers as they do their work, hoping at some point she can see the Queen to read her the story books she had collected throughout her childhood. She knew no way else of thanking the sickly woman for the advice and aid she had provided.

Amari had never written a response letter so quickly in her life, knowing her fathers would not truly care if she partook in the activities.. as long as there was no actual murder.

Eja, ea would love to attend the mystery party! As long as there is nie actual murder.

"Wait, es having two papejs niet normal?" Amari pondered at the idea before shaking her head and returning home.

Amari screamed as the missive reached their door, ripping it from the hands of her fathers and hurriedly wrote an RSVP back, specifically to Svetlana because she didn't know how any of this worked. "EA GET TO WEAR THE DRESS SHE GOT ME!"

Verdier meanwhile simply went over the script, excited to perform now that a time and place had been scheduled for Lorena's Lament.

Verdier sat solemn across from Her Majesty, awaiting at the gates for the return of many. She expected loss, but not one like this. In silence her thoughts formed and remembrance of the day she first arrived in Haense lingered in her mind. From tavern bard to court bard in minutes.

Amari tugged at her fathers' sleeves (@Koodini@RingAroundRosey) pointing to the paper as she waited for them to break it down for her to understand. Maybe now that the Queen had more time, Amari could ask for a playdate.

Verdier, after many hardships had finally returned to Valdev, baffled by the amount of missives available for her attention and as said to the ones prior, she uttered three words. "What the ****?"

R

(Can't write pretty while on my phone, will swoon over you once I'm home)

"It's over...? Finally." Verdier took hold of her lute and headed for the nearest tavern, a smile etching itself onto her visage.

Verdier looked through the sheets of paper, nodding in agreement with Reza before rubbing at her brow. "What if they get mad at us for this one?"
 

Though it had taken the bard a year to fully believe in her capability, an aging sheet coated in ink sat within her desk. Upon the reorganization of such when it came to her hiding some songs she hoped would never see the light of day, this one had returned to her. Visions of the event it entailed coated her mind and as she sat there, some guilt seemed to fester. Rumors had swept through Haense, and she had witnessed the struggle of a strong woman being swept up within them. Perhaps a pick-me-up wouldn’t hurt. So after all this time, and a few moments of editing, the tune had been figured and it was off to the tavern once more. Hopefully the tune would reach Her Majesty’s ears.

Lyrics

The winter winds seemed to call out

As the Queen took the crown from her head

The Lord Marshal readied the brawl now

And we all placed our bets in our heads

With a word their fists started flyin’

We all wondered when this would end

It seemed the stars were cryin’

Whose blood would coat our lands

Her pink cloak would waver softly

But her hands were hard as stone

And with both of them swingin’ together

The accuser would draw back his word

Though much longer than we all expected

Her accuser cried out for an end

The Queen she stood successful

And gave him a helpin’ hand

And the crowd they erupted

Another victory for Her Majesty

As the white snow danced around her

It was quite the sight to see

We all gathered in the tavern

To celebrate in her name

Echoed the music and laughter

On another Haeseni day

Signed,

“Lady Bard of Haense,” Verdier

The bard looks at her hair, then the character list and adds her name to the sign ups without a second thought.

The battle bard had bore witness to the Queen receiving the news, a familiar feeling brewing within her that sent an ache to her bones. Despite her constant need to write a tune or perhaps a poem, something told her that maybe just this once, it wasn't the right thing to do. No ink or paper would be drawn from her desk that night. Verdier pitied them, every last individual involved.

A taller woman skulked into the tavern, common place for her in her deep hues of purple. The evening had been long after the battle that had ensued at Drusco. She found herself battered, bruised, and missing her right eye. Event after event occurred that day and as the people of Haense gathered within its walls for warmth and merriment once more, she found herself falling into routine. A lute made its way to her grasp, a moment or two of tuning before she steadied herself. Would her playing be the same? Perhaps she ached too greatly to even attempt a performance for the patrons within. But, there was cause for celebration… how could she not? A decision was made, the gentle strums of a lute filling the room, quickly followed by her voice, an uncommon accent, though decipherable and understandable to anyone who spoke common. The song of peace and war echoed slightly beyond the tavern’s doors, welcoming those outside into the building’s warmth and her entertainment. Of course, it went a little something like so….
 

⏠

Verse 1

⏡

In the time of the war

When our soldiers go down

We gather their memories and go back to town

But our hardships and losses can get in the way

And our thoughts of our sieges and victories can sway

⏠

Chorus

⏡

I’ll never know of peace again

When I walk down these roads and venture the lands

So for now I’ll keep swingin’ this sword in my hands

I’ll never, no, never know of peace again

⏠

Verse 2

⏡

For the war it can change us

Deep down in our hearts

And we ought to remember where we did start

Violence and bloodshed can infect like a plague

But the old days remind of the smile on your face

⏠

Chorus

⏡

I’m dreamin’ of peace again

When I walk down these roads and venture the lands

But for now I’ll keep swingin’ this sword in my hands

I’m dreamin’, yes dreamin’ of peace again

⏠

Verse 3

⏡

Now that it’s over

I wish to lower my blade

Differences aside who's really to blame

We’ve our losses and victories, and we all carry shame

We can grow and forget, but we’ll never be the same

⏠

Chorus

⏡

I’m livin’ in peace again

When I walk down these roads and venture the lands

And I’m no longer swingin’ this sword in my hands

I’m livin’, yes, livin’ in peace again

I’m livin’, yes, livin’ in peace again

Signed,

Verdier

Verdier sat proud of the work done with her fellow musicians and individuals of the arts. She hoped to be a part of more in the future.

 

A depiction of the recently engaged couple.

After a long awaited time, it is with absolute joy that the following invitations be extended to the family and friends of His Grace, Gottfried Barclay, and Her Ladyship, Anastaja Marie Ivanovich for the upcoming union. The wedding is to take place on the afternoon of Godfrey's Triumph within the Holy Church of the Auspice. The couple hopes those available will be in attendance for the joyous occasion.

Festivities Schedule

Ceremony

The bride and groom’s wedding will be a traditional wedding of vow and ring exchanges within the Holy Church of the Auspice.

Tavern Night

Once the ceremony has concluded, the newlyweds and their guests will move the celebration to The Drunken Maiden Tavern just beside Minitz front gates to partake in drinks, food, music and more.

Special Invitations

His Serene Highness, Leon II Barclay, Grand Prince of Minitz and his Noble Pedigree

His Princely Grace, Alfred, Prince of Sutica and Duke of Reinmar and his Noble Pedigree

Ser Miklós Korvacz

Rozsika Korvacz

Aristzid Korvacz

Francseszka Korvacz

Formal Invitations

Shugo Kato Oijin of Sakuragakure and the Oyashiman and his Noble Pedigree

Extended Invitations

Burghers & Tribesmen of Minitz

Landsers von Reinmar

Signed,

Her Ladyship, Anastaja Marie Ivanovich

Lady of Stran

His Grace, Gottfried Barclay von Kanunsberg,

Duke of Kanunsberg, Vizekanzler of Minitz, Cannonside

"Does this one come with another song?" Verdier gripped her lute, rushing around the halls to find the Lord Marshal.