Lirinya

4th of The Amber Cold, 286 SA A tavern interior with peasants drinking (1687) Richard Brakenburgh (Dutch, 1650–1702) The Barony of Edrica invites friends both close and far to revel in an evening of games, drinks, and contests. A moment to enjoy the peace of tranquility besides the Idunian shore. Win mina, find treasures- perhaps fight a man for sport. There are but two rules. Be civil and fair, And have fun. [Thursday 28th, starting 4pm est] Archery Challenge Score the highest in the archery game. Rack up as many points as you can with the arrows provided to win an arrow with special properties. Each target will be worth a different value, and some will be harder to hit than others- so bring your (Mechanical) Drinking Competition Drink your fill. Gather around the beachside table and share laughter and drinks until the last contestant remains. He who does not black-out, will receive two age-old bottles of alcohol. One hopes they are still safe to consume. (Rolling based. Roll down from 50 until you reach 0) Additional Activities Hidden Treasures Throughout the barony there will be several hidden crates with different treasures within. Find them, and claim the treasure for yourself. Note: You will not need to break through any doors to find these. The fighting pit will be open for guests to duel, and bets can be taken should there be an interest to do so. Signed, Augusta Aedrica ‘Rhûniel’ Greye Baroness of Edrica, Matriarch and High Chair of House Greye Ludwik Radovan Sarkozic

add it into the rules for metagaming/general rules. the use of book copying mods must be done so either with ooc consent (for the means of ooc preservation) or with the proper rp to back it (for the means of transcribing, plagiarism. ic preservation etc) i like stendhal, its a great mod, and itd be a shame to have something banned just because some people cant be trusted.

MC Name: Lirinya Discord: lirinya Image: Description of Image: dumb painting Dimensions: 1

"You might be," noted a woman who lived in Adria, who had a thriving business.

To Restart No More It had always been quite the struggle, after Lotharia, after the war. How was a person supposed to come back from the brink of nothing? How were they supposed to start again, and again? How did people do it? People lost their lives, and for what? Their homes uprooted and destroyed, their identities stubbed out by a conqueror who cared for nothing more than his own claims. We can only restart so many times before we lose track of what we are. The pieces that form us shatter each time we tell ourselves it is alright. Each time we pretend that we can continue on, we lose a piece of who we really are. No matter how hard we try, no matter the promise we make to the people closest to us. Something is just never quite right. Some see it in the way we talk. The way we navigate situations might just not be as expected. How could they be? Look at how we have changed. The lies can only go on so long. With who we are lost, how can we truly forge anew? Perhaps we cannot. Perhaps we rest.

"I hope he find an even more fantastical hat to wear for this. A cowboy hat, maybe," Augusta muttered to herself.

Genevive was beyond proud of her partner and his family. They had worked so hard, particularly in the most recent years, to give everything they had. She felt it too. She'd never been so financially poor. "You did it," she offered Castille as she sat and read the missive besides him. "All those worries years ago. Had I been able to record them, we would be able to laugh about them now." - "The work does not cease, however. It will only become more demanding here. But they are good people. A little aloof, but good."

Augusta sighed. She was going to have to come up with a very good excuse to not attend.

while i def play characters from the age of 5, i cant bring myself to actively rp with them until theyre at least 12 if not 16. i like the adventure, learning and discovery side of things but have for sure seen far too many cringe characters. so, yes. please.

Genevive said a prayer to any god who listened to her. For Cathal's protection and strength. But for his patience. He had a lot of work to be do, she was sure of it.

News of chaos within Ildon spread quickly. The neighbouring village of Adria was no exception. When Castille returned to the village clad in armor, painted in blood.. when he explained that Ildon had fallen.. Genevive fretted. What of Cathal and the Greye's? Were they injured- killed? Such a fear was added to, when she caught word of peoples asking over "Cillian" and "Aury." "I need to write a letter or two," Genevive muttered as she made for home.

Sybille sits there, and contemplates her life. She blames Hadrian.

Noble Needle, a family run business established fifty-five ago, has proudly served the people of Aevos and Azuras through means of customised tailoring and craft. Initially forged by the hands of Alysanna Rostova in her youth, the business travelled through Ravenmire to Lotharia, its various installs offering culturally suitable clothing to visitors and residents both. Now in this day, Noble Needle serves all from the hardy streets of the Duchy of Adria’s town center under the guidance of Genevive Rostova, the daughter of Alysanna. To celebrate the mother and daughter business, their will to work together and their love for their craft, Noble Needle will host an auction from the Duchy’s center. Various outfits of both feminine and masculine style will be on offer for all to bid against, with a percentage of the total sales being donated directly to the Duchy as a sign of gratitude for their warmth and welcome. There are many planned and promised pieces in production. Below is a taster of some upcoming lots of which are to make their debut at the auction. Formal Brown Dress Created By: Genevive Rostova Starting Bid: 50 Mina Formal Male Attire Created By: Alysanna Rostova Starting Bid: 50 Mina [OOC] Auction to be held on Saturday, the 11th of April, at 5pm EST in Adria Signed, Genevive Madrianna Rostova, Seamstress of Noble Needle Alysanna Maya Rostova, Seamstress and Creator of Noble Needle

They who took Mr. Duck, will pay

Genevive was besides herself with joy! Whilst she hadn't kept too well in touch with Egon as they aged, she was rather quite honored to still be considered, and invited. She was quick to pass the invitation along to her wedding-crasher companion, Lukas with an accompanying note. "Oh, to finally be an invited guest as opposed to a random attendee." @JudgeTrudy

Amazing. Worth it.

The daughter of the woman thanked every moon and star that she was still too young for this sort of event. She couldn't think of anything worse than a social season.

The young Augusta, Greye or Grisblood- it didn't matter- supported this decision.

id give everyone a free worldguard region where ever they wanted

A letter written, left with the aviary keep in Alduun, was signed with the youths name in hopes that it was the capital his journey brought him to. "Godfrey, In times of war it is foolish to simply leave without saying goodbye. But know that you have safety in all corners of the continent. Should your travels in Idunia bring you to the capital, Alduun, you may stay with me here should you wish. Until you are old enough to be this hero you seek. Keep safe, nephew." A small parcel was left for the boy; a key, a map of the capital, and a handful of mina for emergencies. Lili hoped it would at least see him safe.

A recurring theme amongst the Greye's, it seemed, since Aedric's passing. Those that missed him spoke into the mountain breeze in hopes to hear his voice, his wisdom. His love. Augusta, Auggy, had done just that since the day she found out. It was the only way she knew how to properly process it. The painting her uncle had given her, sat stored safely in her room, right besides her fathers sword. A weapon she would learn to use, eventually. ------------------------------------------------ While Sybille had had to grieve the loss of a sibling, too, it bore no comparison to the loss that Adrian felt for Aedric. She had knew him only slightly, but she had known him as a kind and hard working man who only wanted the best for his family and the people that relied on him most. Though she had, equally, once put him part to blame for the collapse of Lotharia... she could hold no grudges. He was dead- her partner would lament the loss for years to come if not til the day he died. Her children would not know their uncle. And she knew that nothing she could offer, would help Adrian navigate that loss.

the free version works fine for uploading images. you can only go back as far as 10, but afaik the links still work

we can use gyazo links which seem unproblematic enough