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Union of Jaguar and Hound On the 5th of FRANCISCO’S BLESSING of 128 D.R. [!] The duo dances in Maravilla Keep There are moments when the world holds its breath, when all wait in quiet anticipation for a union destined, woven by fate itself. When the bond is so clear, so flawless, that hearts everywhere quicken in unison—waiting, stirring, yearning for the moment to arrive. And now, at last, it has. It is said that the love between these two is rare and story-bound, worthy of song and tale. For her, the noble Baroness of Clemente, he toiled, he built—a grand bridge as a token of devotion during El Puente. And for him, she shares her house and status. A union of true beauty and spirit. Thus, the House of Maravilla proudly announces the wedding of our Baroness of Clemente with the valiant Emil Tejada and warmly invites our cherished friends, family, and honored guests to witness this grand union of souls. Formal Invitations Are Extended To: Su Alteza Serenísima, Xiomara I, Sovereign of Hyspia Su Alteza Serenísima, Ser Julian I, Sovereign Consort of Hyspia The Royal Family of Hyspia The Honorable, Leya Salazar, Viscountess of Florencia and Her Noble Pedigree. Su Señor, Andres del Maravilla, Baron of Evaristo and His Noble pedigree. Su Señoria, Rosaria Murietta, Baroness of Ramonadora and Her Noble pedigree. La Caballera, Cirilla Fontesar, Gentry Lady and Her Gentile Pedigree. The citizenry and allies of Hyspia. The Mother Church and Holy Army. Additional Invitations Are Extended To: Señor Arvel Tou Señor Diego Zafrios Señor Lemonte Señorita Isabel Denondado Señorita Sabela The family of the bride The family of the groom With love, Her Ladyship Vania del Maravilla, Baroness of Clemente, Dual Baroness of Soles Gemelos Señor Emil Tejada, Soldier in the Orden del Francisco

On the 14th of LAURELIE'S PIETY of 123 D.R. [!] A depiction of Lady Vania Alma Ines Solana del Maravilla INTRODUCTION The Baronial House of Clemente invites those to the coming-of-age of the Lady Vania del Maravilla, as she reaches the age of fifteen. The theme is centred around everything floral, and the colours forbidden to be worn by tradition are purple and white. Guests are encouraged to wear Pink, Blue, Red, or Orange. Quinceanera Those wishing to attend the Quinceanera will make their way to the palace, where the party shall take place. Any who wish to declare their intentions to court the Lady Vania must bring a pearl, as per Hyspian tradition. The events will include Hyspian dances and a chance to get a Flamingo egg. Signed, Her Royal Highness, Renata Alba del Maravilla, Princess of Hyspia, Baroness of Clemente La Señorita, Vania Alma del Maravilla

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Carlos Lorenzo Juan del Maravilla wakes up with a few blinks before realizing he wasn't home, the last thing he remembered was laying down to take a nap how did he get here? where was he? the pain in his chest was gone in fact he couldn't feel any of the pains that had plagued him before. Carlos stood there lost in thought for a moment before a familiar voice called out to him. "Carlos! there you are" A womans voice hummed "come over here, me and your father were waiting!" That voice ever so familiar was his mother's voice, without another thought Carlos ran to her hugging his mother tight, tears now pouring down his cheeks, His father soon walks over joining the hug and giving Carlos a firm pat on the back and a nod. "Mother! Father! I missed you both so much!" Carlos cries out Carlos smiles before finally realizing where he was, he takes a deep breath before looking into the distance and trying to reassure himself that his wife and family would be ok, Renata was the strongest person he knew it was one of the reasons he loved her so much, he knew she'd be fine and able to raise their children to be amazing people. Carlos kept thinking of all the time he had spent with Renata, each dance, each word, each smile he had clearly chosen the most amazing person he just hoped she had loved him as much as he loved her, he hoped she would cry for his loss even if she hadn't truly felt the same. "Carlos, it's time to go" His mother's voice interrupts his train of thought, Carlos gives a gentle nod and smiles before taking his parent's hands and walking with them into the distance, where he would wait until the day the rest of the family would join him.

Festival of Saint Tobias Patron Saint of merchants, comets, wealth and charity La Corte de Girasol The 8th day of Javier’s Justice, 108 D.R. This missive contains a rundown of the upcoming festival The Festival [!] The official canonist image of Saint Tobias is shown here During this Festival many events will be held such events are listed Below The Market Throughout the festival a market will be held where the attendants can browse and buy a variety of goods which in a portion of the funds made will go to Hyspia. If interested in setting up a market stall for the festival, please send a bird to Carlos del Maravilla The Auction During the festival a clothing auction will be held where multiple custom-tailored outfits can be bought, and a portion of funds made will go to Hyspia. If interested in tailoring an outfit for the auction, please send a bird to Carlos del Maravilla The Dunk Tank During the festival there will be a dunk tank where attendants will be given a chance to dunk the Minister of the interior Carlos del Maravilla into a tank of water, attendants will also have the option to choose to be dunked themselves Signed, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Renata Alba del Maravilla, Princess-Royal of Hyspia, Duchess of La Dorada, Baroness of Clemente, Gran Chamberlan of the Girasol Courts HIS EXCELLENCY, Carlos del Maravilla, Baron-Consort of Clemente, Ministro de Interior

The Princess of Rah'tuma Nephtys sits alone on a bench reading a letter from Esmeray, tears well up in her eyes before she quickly wipes them away. Nephtys looks over the missive of the banishment before speaking to herself. "Stay safe my friends I'll miss you all, I'm sorry this has happened...." Nephtys wipes away a few more tears before moving to write a letter back to Esmeray.

Carlos sits in the clinic staring at the space where his left leg had been, He frowns wondering how he was supposed to tend to the cattle now. "Well at least I managed to Protect The people I care about" Carlos looks to Renata smiling as she looks over his injuries "I'm ok Mi Amor, I promise"

Carlos Salazar smiles upon reading the missive, before eagerly starting to Prepare wedding gifts for his brother Joaquin and his soon to be sister-in-law Gabriela. "I'm sure this will be a Joyous Occasion!" He then stands up to go check on the cattle to make sure none of them escaped as that seems to be happening a lot lately. "The cattle better not escape during the wedding; I don't want to miss anything"

12th of Carlos Strength, 97 D.R. A depiction of Mona de Hyspia. Come to Hyspia and celebrate the Quinceanera of Mona de Hyspia! The forbidden color is yellow, as only Mona will wear it and the theme is ‘All Things Musical’! Mona enjoys music, snacks, and pretty things for those wishing to bring a gift - alongside anything green and yellow. Musical Chairs The musical themed Quinceanera will open with a game of musical chairs! Freeze Dance Following the end of the game, a game of freeze dance will take place till the last is dancing! Pinata As is with tradition, a pinata will be strung up to be destroyed and candy to fall out! Allies of Hyspia and all of Mona's friends and family are invited! [Tuesday the 9th, 5pm EST, Hyspia palace] Signed, Mona de Princesa of Dúnfarthing, de Coin, de Orphanage Caretaker, de Honk, de Hyspia

5th of Javier’s Justice, 96 D.R. ____________________________________________________________________________ The Hugo’s Cradle Orphanage, inspired by the finding of the baby Hugo at the Hyspian church of Blessed Francisco. Left upon the church's doorstep, he was found and cared for - provided home and warmth. But it begs the question, what of those orphaned? Without families? In the Hugo’s initiative, the unused Rivera circle will be transformed into a home and orphanage to bring up the next generation of Hyspia, leaving none forgotten. This will begin with the fixing of the square in the new orphanage's alcove, in which a community garden will be planted. We encourage the donation of seeds and gardening supplies to help make this a reality. Before the orphanage opens officially, we extend our hopes and dreams to you - the people - to volunteer your time and efforts in providing for those less fortunate. Contact the orphanage caretaker, Mona de Hyspia, if there is interest. The Hugo’s Cradle Orphanage will be located within Hyspia, at the right after you enter the city. ____________________________________________________________________________ Signed, Mona de Princesa of Dúnfarthing, de Coin, de Orphanage Caretaker, de Honk, de Hyspia

Nevio sat at his desk most of his books scattered across the floor of his room, he held tightly onto the note in his hand as he sobbed. Nevio continued to sit there at his desk for a few minutes before speaking. "Haelun.... I'll never forget you...." He then stood up moving to knock on the door to his roommate's room "H-hey Leo.... can we talk please?." he asks before just going to sit at the kitchen table. Nevio reads the letter again and again before folding it up as small as he can and placing it within the locket on his necklace. He leans back in his chair before dozing off tears still streaming down his cheeks.

The beginning of a generation “Acciones, No Palabras” Issued by Lord Josef Denodado & Lady Elaina Denodado En 14th de Francisco's Resolve, en el año de Nuestro Señor, 86 D.R. With the recent marriage of Josef and Elaina Denodado, their union has proven fruitful. Such that three Blessings have made their way into this world. The newly blessed couple, keeping this in mind, alongside the traditions of their families, have thus given their children these names: Lady Leticia Helin Lazuli Denodado @SethWasTaken A baby girl with brunette hair, green eyes, and tan skin like her father and younger identical twin. Lady Luciana Milaya Citrine Denodado @CelestialBoba A baby girl with brunette hair, green eyes, and tan skin like her father and older identical twin. Lord Luis Ivan Alabaster Denodado @Kushina__ A baby boy with brunette hair like his father as well as pale green eyes and pale skin like his mother. Though born early, the triplets are very healthy. We ask the Hyspian people and Familia Denodado to extend a warm welcome to the young lord and ladies, Leticia Helin Lazuli Denodado, Luciana Milaya Citrine Denodado, and Luis Ivan Alabaster Denodado. Signed, Josef Karl Denodado Josef Karl Denodado Lord of Banderas Elaina Denodado Elaina Denodado Lady of Banderas, Maestra de Musica

SCRAP 1902 - 1945 (43 years) Abandoned at the age of 4, thought to be too weak for an Ork she was left on the side of a road, by a stroke of luck or by GOD’s will she was found shortly after by her Human parents. They raised her until they passed away from old age during their continental voyage to Aevos. When she finally reached land, it took some time to get accustomed to her new surroundings, during this time she put into use her survival lessons passed down by her father. As time went by suddenly an unexpected growth spurt occurred during her early 20’s, a strange but a welcomed omen. She then wandered around the lands until she arrived at the Kingdom of Haense. Shortly after her arrival to the kingdom she met the reinmaren people of House Barclay. It was there where she found camaraderie with the Landers - the House Guards of the ruling family of Reinmar. She spent the next 18 years with the guard force. Defending the lands of Barclay and keeping the peace, none could match her strength except for the few exceptional humans within the warrior class. Her most notable act of valor was being a part of the rescue guard force that helped defeat cultists who had kidnapped a royal of the Haeseni Kingdom. She found herself on her downtime honing her craft in the exquisite arts of baking pie, the warrior class of Reinmar and the civilian populace would occasionally smell the delicious scent of pie coming from the main kitchen within the guard house near the square. Throughout the years she grew fond of birds during her patrols,and marches. They reminded her of her caring parents after all these years. One could find her home to be a hot spot for viewing peaceful birds eating and drinking on a makeshift bird feeder. During her time in Haense she met an orc named Grog. He was determined to take her to the Horde - the main conglomerate of Orcs - seeing as Scrap had never been there. From there she met her first child Cob'Lur, a goblin child. A mischievous young goblin, always causing chaos and getting into trouble with her mother, but she was loved and cared for nonetheless. On occasion she would visit the Horde thereafter, she found herself wanting to understand more of her people, her culture, what she could have been raised in if she was taken in since birth. She found love during that time, an 8 foot Ork named Varn’Gorkil, reddish in color, it was love at first sight. After a year of courting, becoming life mates, she gave birth to the three beautiful ork children in the Kingdom of Haense. First came their oldest, Mudd, then a few years after came the twins Bink and Bonk. They were all raised by the love of Varn & Scrap, until one day Scrap gathered their children one night telling them the news that their mother will be leaving for a year. It would be the last time the Scrap family would commune together, the memory of that night will forevermore be burned into the children’s mind once the dreadful news reached them. On a quiet and peaceful night, Scrap bid her farewell to her friends and family as she announced the day before that she was heading off to explore and travel the lands of Aevos for a year. After almost an hour of goodbyes and “be safe”, she finally set off into the night following the paved road. After traveling a good distance away from the Kingdom she decided to find a spot to set up camp. In the span of a second, Scrap halted, she became tense, the air began to smell a most putrid stench of death. Her heart began to race as she slowly grabbed the pommel of her slayer steel sword as she eyed the path before her, the familiar sound of an armored retinue began to get louder, but the other sounds that came with it. . .sounded unnatural. .. it sounded undead. “THERE! CAPTURE THAT ORK NOW!” A familiar dark voice boomed, she squinted as she unsheathed her sword, what was before her was an armed retinue of undead. Scrap cursed under her breath before she prepared for battle, but she understood that this possibly might be her final stand. She gritted her teeth, cursing her luck as she dug her feet into the ground preparing for the incoming assault. Two undead warriors quickly bursted into a sprint running to her left and right while the dark undead knight approached from the front. From her point of view she witnessed the rest of the undead securing the flank, there was no hope of escaping, it was too late to run at that point they’d be able to easily catch up. She stepped forth shifting her weight as he began to swing towards one of the undead. “MI WILL RIP OUT LAT’Z THROATZ WITH MI TUZKZ” Her slayer steel sword would cleave and crack one of the undead’s shields, staggering him on his arse before another wild swing went for the undead to her right. “HURRY YOU FOOLS. WE HAVE NO TIME TO LOSE. BREAK THE ORK’S LEGS!” The short battle happened in a matter of minutes. Scrap managed to critically injure one of the undead but she soon was quickly overwhelmed by the combined attacks. Eventually the towering Ork Landser fell to her knees before being quickly chained.The dark armored undead approached her and reached out to grab her head with its decrepit skeletal hand, in a last ditch effort, Scrap would bite the hand of the darkstalker breaking off two fingers. The undead simply looked upon his now three fingers, before knocking her out with the pommel of its morning-star in prompt retaliation. For what seemed like moments for Scrap, a journey was made across Aevos to the presumably undead’s lair. The pungent smell of rotten flesh, the sound of screams and groans echoing the cave, the sinister feeling the area gave off that this place is not where the living should be. Scrap awoke tied next to a frantic maid, her clothes ripped and tattered, the young maid’s face bruised and an overwhelming amount of fear was displayed upon her face. Scrap looked around, she was surrounded by skeletal robbed things, there were monsters around her she could not describe, a caged seemingly demonic being hanging above them, trapped. She awoke to dark chanting, a ritual, and it seemed that the two were in the middle of a blood pentagram. Scrap understood what was going to happen, what her fate was, she turned to the young maid attempting to comfort her as she whispered to stay close. The horrified maid could only nod before understanding that these most likely will be her last moments in this world. Then it began. Scorching needle-like pain coursing throughout their bodies as three skeletal figures seemingly began to suck the life out of the two. The three decrepit hands smoldered in black smog, continuously draining the two. Their cheeks began to sink into their face, their skin becoming paler by the minute, they felt a sense of dread and tiredness. Scrap looked around one last time as the terrified maid was clinging to her. “Wub da Zkah……” The ork faintly said before falling unconscious due to the pain as their very life essence was drained from them in a steady stream of black magik. After a while a giant green orb floated above the two. The dark undead knight eyed it before a voice finally boomed throughout the cave. “RISE MY GENERAL, TAKE IT. ASCENSION IS UPON YOU!” [End] [!] A blood stained chest could be found at the front gates of Reinmar. 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