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

Display of the House Korvacz Crest “Together, We Prosper.” 1st of the Deep Cold, 1908 - 6th of the Sun’s Smile 1959 Fifteen years. It had been fifteen years since the passing of her Richard and nothing had changed. The pain and regret that gnawed away at the widowed Raevir was like none she had experienced before and loss was not a foreign concept. A husband, a brother, a sister, a duke, a friend, a hound. Her mind racked with faces, ones unforgettable that perhaps even the slowest of turns left her dizzy with their memories. Xénia had rewritten her loved ones a thousand times over. She could not recall the last time she had looked into her son’s eyes or her niece’s visage without constant reminder of what was no longer hers. What she had begged GOD to prevent had plagued her and she wondered what grave sin she had committed to perhaps experience his wrath. Though dwelling on the idea prevented her, and children raised themselves in the meantime as she consumed herself. Rage and hollow had become all she was aware of. It became routine to wander into the woods no matter the time or weather, nothing but her axe in hand, the blade freshly sharpened. Massacre occurred and oftentimes she returned caked in some creatures' blood. Xénia had become stained and could not afford to be seen as such. She did not want her loved ones to see the wrath that had crept into her once innocent soul. She did not want them to see that the flower of Korvacz had wilted, that their small rabbit was no prey, but a predator against the weak. In times when she was accompanied, her existence became null and unlike her teenage days she returned home spotless, without a kill. A mindset had settled eventually, she was no longer looking for her sister or a way to vent her pain. Rather, she embraced it and hoped one day she would swing… and miss. That whatever beast she wished to take life from would return the favor. Care for herself had ceased. Her son, Loránd, was safe. Her parents had what they wanted. Xénia’s titleage was no more and as much as she wished to curse her brothers for leaving her with it, similarly, they were gone, only one returning. No longer did she need to care. Not as she had done to herself for most of her life, but for those within it. She was much too prideful and vain to concern herself with her own wellbeing. It bit her on the behind and eating became difficult and she stirred often in sleep, finding herself growing nocturnal and comforted by the solitude of the stars. She had settled, and routine filed back in. As the moon lit the sky, Xénia carefully removed her wedding band, staring at it with glazed eyes. A gentle kiss settled on the sapphire upon it before it was left on her nightstand where she’d put it on once more upon returning. She stumbled down the stairs in her silent ways, heading into the kitchen where she wrapped a small meal of leftovers, made by her and her niece in cloth, tying it in a knot around her belt. She moved away towards the front door, watching as her hound, Laura, stared back up at her, a bone from her brother within the dog’s maw. Her weary mass leaned down to the old girl, offering a few pats to the head as she whispered, “Stay girl, watch my life….” Reaching over, her fragile fingers curled around the axe’s handle and stood. A glance was offered to the rest of the house, not her home, but she knew the people within it were. With a final adjustment of her cloak she left. She assumed the night would entail a hunt or simply a wander. Xénia did not know it would be her last, or a slaughter. Her trek was long, into a forest beyond Haense. A distant stare had settled as she made her way through, unaware of the hungry eyes that tracked her. The woman had lost touch with her hunting days, rather the only thing she could hear was her own heart, thumping heavily in her ears and providing ache to her temples. Only at the rushing steps behind her was there a sudden acknowledgement that once more, the Baroness Emeritus had become prey. The day prior, she had encountered its tracks with her other niece, her brother’s daughter. In her rain chilled and blood soaked state she assumed the tracks had been old and she was dead wrong. The bear, a foe she was familiar with and had killed once before, in group and on lonesome. Though in those days she cared, and now, maybe she started to again. Her grip adjusted on her axe and as she drew it up, the weight became present in her hands and she fumbled back to the ground. Just barely had she managed to get her weapon above her for some source of protection, afterall, she donned no armor. Claws dug at her shoulders and arms, the unbearable weight of the beast hunkering down on her midsection and a pained wheeze escaped from the woman. Her handle settled against the bear’s throat, just keeping its maw from ripping her face from her skull. Its mouth foamed and her eyes traveled quickly, pain beating in her head before they settled onto the bear’s. The sky. Not the night one she had become accustomed with, but the day and its light. She had seen it once before in her husband’s gaze and with the realization, her elbows sunk back to her form… and her grip loosened. As she had wished to do all this time… she finally let go. Within those final moments, the mention of a promise rang low in her ears, the final conversation she had participated in. She had promised something. What was it? That she’d start over again, that she’d be better. Her eyes widened slightly, though it was too late. Perhaps she’d have to fulfill such utterances in her next life. Hopefully her mother would be her mother again, and hopefully they could be happy with themselves. Xénia was sick of regret, her eyes closing in acceptance. Not even a scream of agony could have left her, as in a swift moment and a crack barely distinguishable beneath the groans of the goreing animal, she was gone. Last Will and Testament of Issued by Patriarch, C. 6th of the Sun’s Smile, 1959 The recent passing of my husband has brought me many plagued visions and I cannot help but feel death tails closely behind myself as well. Loss is inevitable and the confusion with it only worsens the feeling of dread that reaps one's soul. In a moment of clarity only then did I realize with the organization left for me to carefully sort through that I would not have to rip up the floorboards in search of answers. Similarly, I wish to not do the same to those close to me upon my departure to the Seven Skies if GOD wills me. With such notes, the following should be taken into account. What titleage or influence of mine remains upon the time coming shall fall to my parents, Sir Miklós Korvacz and Rozsika Korvacz. From such a point on they will decide when my son, Loránd Korvacz II, is befitting of taking the duties bestowed upon him. I plead to wait for him to be wed to an individual willing to take the Korvacz name as I do not wish for him to carry such weights on his own. If they do not believe him well-suited, they are free to pick from my siblings and their children. Heirlooms belonging to myself that were granted to me by the Von Leopold family are to be dispersed amongst my children, Loránd Korvacz II, Franziska von Leopold, and Miklós von Leopold, as they see fit amongst themselves, hopefully in an even manner. Heirlooms belonging to myself that were granted to me by the Korvacz family are to be dispersed amongst Loránd Korvacz II, Arisztid Korvacz, his children if the time arrives, Ramóna Korvacz, and her children if the time arrives. The remainder of my wealth is to be put into the estate that my parents, Sir Miklós Korvacz and Rozsika Korvacz reside in at the time of my passing. To pay taxes or remove themselves from debt if need be. Unlike my husband, I cannot bring myself to write my goodbyes individually. I know my words would never be enough to describe the indescribable love and compassion I feel irreverently for those dear to me. All I ask is that you do not weep and take my passing as a stepping stone to reach for greater heights. The stars are not your limit, and I cannot wait to see you all again. Xénia Korvacz Sir Miklós Korvacz

Penned by Rozsika Korvacz c. 14th day of Joma ag Umund of 510 E.S. Since the passing of the first duke, Jan Arpad Ivanovich, GODANI rest his soul, we must regretfully admit the stagnation of House Korvacz. In our grief and as we grew older, we strayed apart from one another, mother from son and father from daughter. We have gone against the words that forged our house. Together, we prosper. In our division, a fire has claimed the home we knew from winters ago. It is a sorry sight to see, but a valuable lesson. It is evident that in the burning of Andregrad, it is now more important than ever for House Korvacz to stand united in its course of action. As the fate of Andregrad is sealed in flames, an eagle knows it is better to save the fledglings than the burning nest. House Korvacz served the Duchy of Stran, beneath Duke Jan I’s rule, fervently. We served as any family would be proud to serve in Stran. However, by GODANI’s will or otherwise, it seems our lot is not within the forests and fields of Aaun. We, House Korvacz, relinquish our titles and lands. Baroness Xénia Korvacz relinquishes her title, and no Korvacz shall bear the title of Baron or Baroness of Kotovy again. Our land, the Barony of Kotovy, will find new use as the remnants of the Duchy of Stran or the Kingdom of Aaun see fit. We will return to our status as an unennobled family. However, Ser Miklós Korvacz will retain the knighthood bestowed upon him by the first duke. Ser Miklós Korvacz will also retain his position as patriarch until Loránd Korvacz II is of suitable age and marital status to inherit the role. Xénia Korvacz shall retain her position as matriarch, as passed down by her mother, until Loránd Korvacz II has wed a woman befitting of the role of matriarch. On our official departure from the Duchy, we shall be moving to the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska to join our fellow Raevir in these distressing times. It is better to stand united than to remain divided and scattered. We offer guidance and assistance to the survivors of the burning of Andregrad. Those with no place to go or the intention to rebuild may find us for food, company, or otherwise. The Esrova Prikaz Court will provide shelter to Andregrad’s survivors, under the approval and oversight of Amaya of Venzia, Queen-Consort of Hanseti-Ruska. To the Ivanovich dynasty, you have lost a good man and his vision for Stran. We pray that the late duke, János Ivanovich, has found peace in the Seven Skies, like his father and his father before him. To our missing kin who may see this, we pray that you are safe and alive. We hope you will join us in the north too. We hope to welcome you with open arms and make ourselves a stronger family for it. Xénia Korvacz, Baroness Emeritus of Kotovy Sir Miklós Korvacz of Kotovy Loránd Korvacz II of Kotovy Rozsika Korvacz of Kotovy Her Royal Majesty, AMAYA OF VENZIA, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Venzia, and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, et cetera.

The naturally paranoid Korvacz woman had refused to sleep after her husband had left, after all, she was wary of him tending to things on his own. Perhaps she should have joined him, but at the end of the day one would assume it was better that she had not, at least her children still had a parent. Of course, not everything happened in a day and upon noting Richard’s lack of return, time was set aside in her days where she would look for him. Xenia was lucky she had not been the one to discover his corpse. Raevir women are strong, and so that is precisely what she assumed herself to be. She had slayed a bear with her husband, tended to his once sickly form, and had even given birth to three children. She had known loss before, but she also knew she could bounce back from it, at least she thought she could. The already distant woman had finally shrouded herself in their room, and even then her sobs and screams still pierced past doorways and lingered like smog that one could choke on. She would need time, but there would never be enough of it for her to recover from the loss of her love, her life. And then there were the children, she would have to make sure they were okay. In all truth, it appeared she would never recover, but she had the mentality to bury her grief, not because she wanted to, but because she had to.

Xénia Korvacz scrambled to quickly send out another special invitation, "Oh kurwa, Y forgot about Jan."

A depiction of the recently engaged couple. It is with the greatest pleasure that we extend these invitations in preparation for the union of His Lordship, Richard von Leopold, and Her Ladyship, Xénia Korvacz. The wedding shall take place on the afternoon of Godfrey’s Triumph in the Chapel of Our Lady of Paradisius. We hope that you will be able to join us for this joyous occasion of equal matrimony and the event to be held afterward. Festivities Schedule Ceremony The bride and the groom will have a traditional wedding where they are to exchange vows and rings in the Chapel of Our Lady of Paradisius within Whitespire’s walls. Tavern Night After the ceremony has concluded, there will be a short downtime for the attendees of the wedding to return to their homes if they wish to change into more comfortable attire. Upon their return to Whitespire though, it is only fit for the night to end with drinking, dancing, and music within the Tavern just past the front gates to properly celebrate the union of the two houses. Special Invitations Lord Ser Miklós Korvacz Lady Rozsika Korvacz Lord Aristzid Korvacz Lady Ramóna Korvacz Lady Eowyn von Leopold Lord Peter von Leopold Lady Anne von Leopold Lord Leopold Haverlock Nobility and Peers of Aaun His Royal Majesty, James Leopold, King of Aaun, and his esteemed pedigree His Highness, Brandt Barclay, Grand Prince of Minitz, and his esteemed pedigree His Highness, Heinrich II Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather, and his esteemed pedigree His Grace, István Ivanovich, Duke of Stran, and his esteemed pedigree His Lordship, Louis-August II de Rosius, Margrave of Haute-Epine, and his esteemed pedigree Her Ladyship, Cosima von Augusten, Countess of Hohengarten, and her esteemed pedigree His Lordship, Waclaw Jazloviecki, Count of Warsovia, and his esteemed pedigree His Lordship, Helwig von Bardenwig, Baron of Arentania, and his esteemed pedigree His Lordship, Louis Haverlock, and his esteemed pedigree His Lordship, Viktor Raspitora, and his esteemed pedigree Her Ladyship, Anya Volkov, and her esteemed pedigree Extended Invitations Citizens of Whitespire Strelts of the Duchy of Stran Legionnaires of Aaun Signed, Her Ladyship, Xénia Korvacz, Baroness of Kotovy Lord, Richard von Leopold, Baron of Edendorf

Display of the House Korvacz Crest “Together, We Prosper.” Tables of Contents I. House Symbolism II. Family III. Occupations IV. History V. Religion and Culture VI. Values, Morals, and Traditions Colors Despite their crest bearing a shade of purple, the house’s members predominantly wear black, red, and gold. References They are often associated with or depicted with wolves, bears, and eagles—their crest depicted a double-headed eagle to represent their Raevo-Renatian roots. Titles As of recent, House Korvacz has been granted the titles to the Barony of Kotovy. Lineage ⊱ Her Ladyship Xénia Korvacz ⊱ Lord Ser Miklós Korvacz ⊱ Lady Roziska Korvacz ⊱ Lord Radu Korvacz ⊱ Lady Marija Korvacz ⊱ Lord Lorand Korvacz ⊱ Lord Arisztid Korvacz ⊱ Lady Ramóna Korvacz Appearance As of the current day, it is common among those bearing the Korvacz name to be fair in flesh with dark hair ranging from shades of brown to black, though there is the occasional show of ginger within their genetic pool. Their eyes consist of hues of blue or brown, rarely ever stretching to shades of green. Bastards It comes as a blessing that to this point there has yet to be a Korvacz bastard, though in the scenario one comes crawling up from the soil, they shall not be taken underwing and instead are branded with the surname “Kova.” From there it is recognized that if the bastard is to sully the true Korvacz name, they are to be hunted and dealt with accordingly. Occupations Occupationally, the Korvacz family is known to be skilled hunters, trackers, and knights. Occasionally, one strays from some jobs, though this is not frowned upon and some Korvacz have even been seen as medics or architects. History House Korvacz is currently one of the oldest houses within the Duchy of Stran, with the family having distinct roots beyond the initial founding of the Duchy itself. The progenitor Caine Korvacz was predominantly remembered for his time on Anthos to Athera. After his death, the family existed with his wealth, though eventually fell back into survival and migration when they lost most of their wealth traveling to Vailor. Because of these times, they developed skills needed to continue their existence which slowly became hobbies and traditions, and around the ages of Almaris, they tamed themselves out and slowly began to settle. The Korvacz’s time on Failor would prove significant to their rise in status, numbers, and reputation. However, since their journey to Aevos, they have integrated into Raevir society and have stayed staunchly tied to the Ivanovich family of which they were granted their titles. Religion The Korvacz family has been and continues to be firm believers in Canonist ideals and refuses to stray from GOD. It is unknown when they adopted this form of religion, but most assume it has been the same since the time of the progenitor himself. Culture Since their time on Almaris, the Korvacz have grown accustomed to Raevir culture, adopting their language, traditions, and lifestyle. Values Those of the Korvacz name typically value family and loyalty above all else. They find their strength in numbers, correlating with their motto of “Together, We Prosper.” Morals Korvacz believes in doing the right thing, often tending to lend a hand through whatever means possible. Of course, they keep in mind their religion and values, and do not stray from bloodshed if it means things will return to the way they were before, to what was proper. Traditions Because of the length of their existence, Korvacz has formed traditions to follow through with their past times, some less prioritized than others. ⊱ When it comes to the selection of an heir, they are selected based on merit rather than gender or order of birth. ⊱ In order to ask for the hand in marriage of a Korvacz woman, one must first duel their father—brother if the father is deceased, and if there is no brother, the head of house—to be judged in their worthiness. ⊱ For most weddings, it is customary for a Korvacz woman to wear simple white attire with a fur pelt of either an animal she or her significant other has slain. Signed, Her Ladyship, Xénia Korvacz, Baroness of Kotovy

Xénia Korvacz sat across from her father in silence as she would occasionally give him a nod or headshake in response to his common language writing. At some point the being sat across from him became being sat next to him, helping him figure out which colored ink to use for his signature as they practiced writing it to perfection upon a separate sheet of paper, her even toying around with her own. "Y think it jest perfect, Papej...." Eventually the ink had dried and the missive left the door. A new weight sat upon her shoulders and as daunting as it would seem, it wasn't as bad as an experience as she thought it might be. This wasn't abandonment, it was promotion and she would not be alone in the next steps of her life to figure it out. She still had her father, her mother, her siblings, and her fiance. "How about a game of fetch...?" A few older hounds had settled near the door, it being their usual outing time. She stepped away from the table with a content smile, her father now presumably in tow.

Alaria Verdier sighed out at Richard's use of the word 'epic,' "As your advisor and one of your friends, please do not say that again, that hurt for me to hear."

Anastaja Marie had not been home at all that day. Who would? Her brother was getting married and she got to be the flower girl. It was any child's dream and she planned on living it out to the fullest, spending most of her time picking flowers. Inhaling the smell of each and every one, sneezing consecutively afterward. Upon Izabela’s arrival at Stran, she turned her attention to following the bride around because she thought doing that was helpful. Many events were to happen that day, including a peace treaty, a wedding, a brawl, and so many other things that she would not be aware of... including the death of her mother. Perhaps the flowers she collected should have been for her. Anastaja chose to return to the Keep after her brother's wedding, not one that enjoyed the after-parties of most events. Instead, she wished to spend time with her mother, their small tea parties were her favorite, especially when her mother would occasionally help her with her drawings, braiding bracelets, or even her writing letters. She was excited to tell her mother that she had done amazing as the flower girl, likely attempting to crawl atop her lap and fiddle with the woman's coils of blond, though at the age of seven perhaps she was just a bit too big. Upon her arrival, she scurried to the tea room, her mother not in sight. The child wandered the halls, an occasional, "Mamej!" being called out. It echoed. Despite the bustling of servants and the occasional murmurs that failed to reach the girl's ears due to sheer ignorance, it echoed. She was met with nothing but the sound of herself and for someone her age that was quite the overwhelming feeling. As she hurried her way to her mother’s room, she hadn’t even reached the flight of stairs upon seeing the bloody sheets being removed to be replaced with much cleaners whites. It was not her first interaction with the concept of death, so as she was given the cold shoulder to her many questions—not because they were unanswerable but because no one wanted to—reality sunk in. Finally, the whispers of those around her began to seep in and it did not take long for the news to reach her through the murmurs of servants. News that would destroy the poor girl’s world before a missive even reached the town just beyond their gates. The youngest Ivanovich could be heard wailing from her room all throughout the Keep, and would likely be doing so for the next few days until the funeral was to be announced.

Xénia Korvacz read over the information, a small smile crawling onto her face at the sight of her family member's names. Anastaja Marie stared at the paper full of words, only reading Duchy of Stran before turning it over and scribbling on the back, refusing to read the rest.

Anastaja Marie picks flowers from around Stran in her preparation of being the flower girl for her brother's wedding. "Izabela jest dav to look like a simpa knyaz!"

Alaria Verdier followed in suite behind her brother, attempting to read the missive over his shoulder, likely failing due to his towering stature. "Arthur, lower that down here please, I cannot read it when you hold it up there."

Anastaja Maria wanted to be as girlboss as Oksana when she grew up.

the way i wish i watched minecraft diaries before i started roleplaying T_T

Xénia Korvacz glanced over the invitation, gently shaking her head as she murmured to herself, "Took long enough."

Anastaja Marie points at a word on the document as she watches her father sign it. "Sto does that word mean?"

Name: Xénia Korvacz Age: 22 Do you reside in Whitespire, Lemon Hill, Minitz, Stran or the surrounding areas?: Yes Do you agree to compete at the desired time?: Yes

Xénia Korvacz received the news later than she wished upon leaving the Lifstala Ball early. It was not too long ago that she had become acquainted with the King. She was unsure of how to process the information but would be sure to offer condolences whenever she found it necessary. Her newfound friendship had been cut short.

Xénia Korvacz wondered how he hadn't found a woman with the spy glass he's always looking through.

Anastaja Marie had been with her mother upon finding her grandmother dead and because of her young age could not really process it. Though, knowing she was familial, as they returned home to their keep, had drawn an image of The Lady Nastisiya Ruthern.

Xénia Korvacz read over the paper after finally getting it from her father's hands. "Mamej, can moy try to make w recipe of w week?"