Lirinya

Cosima Temesch decided if now was the time to become a child warrior.

The Vale's consequence was packing up and leaving. They lost their home that they had spent hours building and putting together, lost significant cultural things they had to leave behind. Being a vassal just doesn't sit right for me in terms of wood elves. Not when the Vale ones were more nomadic. They camped with Norland for a time, like a refugee scenario, IDK what they're doing now though.

MC Name: Lirinya Discord: Lirinya Image: Description of Image: a badly drawn piece of art from an idiot kid of a horse made out of cookies :) Dimensions: Just 1

To Fly is to Fall The forces of the Covenant lined up upon their battlements, overlooking Castle Aurelian on the other side. Cannoneers manned their cannons, adjusting the aim carefully and with great precision. Others lined up to help reload, while a group of cavalry took their place to engage the enemy in small skirmishes. The siege did not last long. Castle Aurelian’s defenses were destroyed with almost immediate haste, and the forces of the Covenant gathered, waiting only for that final call: “Charge!” “Poppiya!” Enrico called, she could see him humbling as fast as he could, attempting to catch up to her. They were surrounded by the rest of the Covenant forces, rushing towards Castle Aurelian. Their commanders had spotted a breach in the castle, and now came the push to wrestle the castle from the enemy’s grasp as swiftly. Poppiya sprinted ahead, following her aunt and brother in tow. She glanced back at the call- and halted in her path. “Enrico- quickly!” she called over with her sword held high, “-to the Keep. We have to take the Keep.” She then turned back to the rushing crowd, and continued on the path towards their goal. Castle Aurelian had not lasted long under fire from the forces of the Covenant. Their cannons had drilled holes into the keep, some stray cannonballs even landing within the civilian housing of the town behind it. Smoke rose gently from the keep that was now little but ruins, and the muddied dirt around it was earlier littered with the early signs of a field battle. Enrico was covered in a light dust of gunpowder, a cannoneer by trade, his squad had managed the collapse of a tower. Poppiya, on the other hand, had been a part of the main force, tasked with reloading the various siege instruments for the soldiers. The forces of the Covenant made their way across the fields and into the breach of Castle Aurelian, their forces spread around the keep, met with little resistance except skirmishes atop the roofs of the fallen castle. “Watch out!” Enrico called, warning Poppiya of an incoming arrow from a stray Stassionite. As the arrow volleyed over the courtyard, Poppiya took cover within the armies of Balian who raised their shields above their heads protectively. The thousands of men, with a united shield of iron and wood held skyward, prepared for the potential onslaught of arrows from their foes. Though, they did not come. The stray few fizzled into nothingness, and the army dispersed to begin their attack once more. A stray horseman managed his way into the forces of the combined Balianese-Petran-Urguani force which had been tasked with occupying the courtyard, only to meet their swift end at the tip of Enrico’s pike. Then came the second charge, the forces of Stassion, Veletz, and the Orcs had clambered their way back onto the castle’s walls and roofs, a last ditch attempt to try and disperse the Covenant forces. Climbing up to meet the forces head on, Enrico and Poppiya lost sight of one another. So many people in one place, it was impossible not to. Arrows whistled, hitting flesh, wood, or dirt, while the singing of steel against steel echoed. The battle was not a contest. The tremendous power of the Covenant forces was not something that what remained of the Stassion and Veletz could muster a fight against, especially not after the initial charge. They were a scattered few, and those who were not cut down fled from atop the castle wars, either plummeting to their deaths, or being charged down by Covenant cavalry. But even in victory, there is defeat. The battle died down, the last of the enemy had been slain, the ruins of Castle Aurelian was theirs now. Enrico caught his breath, covered in blood and sweat. The corpse of one of the last soldiers laid before him, next to him a fallen horse. The haze of fighting still blurred his vision, and upon looking up he saw himself barely in the company of others. “Poppy?” He queered into the empty mountainside around him, though hearing no answer. A couple of cavalry soldiers rode up, “Prince Enrico, the battle is won! It is time to go.” He barely registered the words, but he staggering to follow the cavalryman. They arrived with the bulk of the force, they were singing songs of victory and cheers of joy, basking in the glory of yet another battle won. “Poppy?” He asked, pressing his hand to the soldier of a random soldier. It was not her. He repeated the attempt, over and over again, but he could not find her. As others took to their carriages, returning to their homelands, Enrico remained amongst the rubble of Castle Aurelian, seeking the colorful armor that she wore. A rich purple tabard, decorated in the Balian Crest with a pink sash slung across her chest. Within the field of bloodied bodies, a cloak of blue fluttered gently in the wind. Laid face down in the dirt, it appeared as non significant, ‘til its plum garment peeked through the mud. The individual had seen all hell- bloodied and beaten beyond recognition, but its Balian Emblem could not be mistaken. The head dress which usually, so elegantly decorated chestnut locks sat skewed and dirtied, bloody and torn. Laid beside the body was a rapier, a war-worn weapon of aged appearance. “Poppy?” He echoed for the last time. His heart sank, and his knees fell into the ground before him. The glow of victory shone on him, and yet he wept. He took Poppiya’s sword with him, and carried the body to the carriages. He loaded it with great care. It was one of few, he noted, perhaps that made it even more precious. The plan had succeeded, but success had proven itself to be bittersweet.

"Ye've got ne such chance. We're goin' togeth'r, if Sky-Gods allow." Ealisaid remarked to Ulfric as she looped her arm around his to act as a living crutch, "C'mon, ye old thing. Le's cheer Siggeh on."

"Sounds sappy," commented an Amador from her houseboat.

Ealisaid fretted. For some time, the duo had remained distant from the realm of Urguan. For reasons their own, they had parted ways from the nation, and left their daughter, Roseen, in Garedyns care. Never did she imagine, that his passing would come so soon. "Ulf," she began to her husband, as he lay sickly in bed, "Garedyn's gone- dead-" Tears streamed from the womans eyes then, as she spoke the truth outloud. "'E did so much. Might'a ne agreed wit' him sometimes bu', he's done so much for 'is time. Th' littl'ones, his an' Roseen, wha' they goin' ta do wit'out him?" She paused to tend to Ulfric, ensuring he remained comfortable whilst they shared the sad moment, "Ah 'ave regrets ah ne supportin' him when ah should. Wha' a strong Clan fath'r an' Gran' King 'e was." Rest Well, Garedyn.

best thing staff have done for a wile. gg, its a great addition!

"Are we placing bets?" Poppy asked to her friend, "- on the tax-man or the prince consort. Who do you pick?"

Poppy was glad to know that her new-born children would have cousins of a similar age!

An Addition of Two The birth of the Verskaya Heir and their Twin ISSUED ON THE 22nd of The Deep Cold, 161 SA VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, Despite the current turmoil our people suffer at the hands of the enemy, House Godunov has seen their recent union with House Amador to be joyful and fruitful. It is with immense delight and pleasure that we announce not only the House Heir, but their twin, as well. With both the Baron and the Baroness-Consort a twin themselves, it was with no surprise that their children received the same blessings. And so, we introduce, Her Ladyship, CAMELLIA ANOVNA LIRIDONA GODUNOV And her twin brother His Lordship, ALEKSEY ANOVICH HENRIK GODUNOV In keeping with both family traditions, the children are to receive two distinct middle names. The first creates ties to the children's father, using an altered spelling of his name for each gender. The second, an Amador tradition, bestows each child with an ancestor’s name. Both the children and their mother are said to be in good health. May the heir to Verskaya and her brother be guided with the same virtues as their families, and may they dedicate themselves to the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. Signed, His Lordship, Anatoliy Ilya Alyovich Godunov, Baron of Verskaya. Her Ladyship, Poppy Sosina Godunov, Baroness-Consort of Verskaya.

"For Balian ag for mea Queen," Poppiya chanted under her breath, "we will fight by vyr side."

"FINALLY," cheered the newly wed Poppiya to her husband, Anatoliy @Caedis. "Mea Godan- ea thought it would ne ever happen."

1350 A.H. - Present ─── From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present ⋅ ───⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─── ⋅ 14th of Lothar’s Gift | 89 B.A. ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀I⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ The People, The Phoenix’s Fleeces has operated successfully from within Portoregne for many a year, with profits soaring each and every day. Its prized pieces are the gowns and accessories which sell within days of their creation. More often than not, these pieces are purchased directly from the shopkeep- such is the case for the collection currently on display. This notice serves as a showcase for the pieces made. The Coronation Collection Currently displayed within the store is the regal ‘Coronation Collection’, styled after the favoured fashion of the Queen Sybille. Of drapes and flowing fabrics, the three dresses - all of which have now sold - stand proudly in their rich violet accent hues, alongside creams and golds as a base. The last remaining piece of the collection is an equally vibrant shawl, created with a beautiful aurum clasp to ensure the piece remains upon the wearer. This can be purchased for 100 Mina. The ‘Coronation Collection’ on full display, Anne’s Avenue 1 - Balian Lady Poppiya Sosina Godunov, Baroness-Consort of Verskaya, Palatiodora of the Palatio Arancione, Craftswoman of the White Cross Trading Co.

Poppiya lamented the loss of a King she had not had the chance to know. Wandering through the Palace grounds- she sought to comfort her best friend, and now Queen, throughout this tragic loss and tough new life she must now lead. @HIGH_FIRE

☼ The Balian RafflE ☼ ISSUED BY THE ☼ Palatiodora ☼ ON THE 12th OF Horen’s Calling, 89 B.A. The Kingdom has seen generous donations from its people in support of the war efforts fought by our valiant warriors. The donations of minae and resources have not gone amiss by the courts and the royal family. In continuation of this drive to build a surplus of funds, the courts wish to extend a lottery to the people of Balian. Each ticket can be purchased from a small stall nestled against the gates at the cost of only 25 Mina. Each ticket will ensure one entry into the draw- multiple may be purchased for further entries. A prize pool has been carefully curated to offer a variety of prizes for potential winners. Examples include: (3 sets of) 3 x Battle Potions, An ‘Esteemed Artifact of Anthos’, A complete map of a former continent and various other weapons and artwork. The raffle will be drawn on the [27th December] Her Royal Highness, SIBYL GWYNETH, Princess of Monterosa, Duchess of Atrus, Head of the Palatio Arancione Her Ladyship, Poppy Sosina Amador, Palatiodora of the Palatio Arancione

1350 A.H. - Present ─── From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present ⋅ ───⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─── ⋅ 4th of The Amber Cold, | 159 SA ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀I⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ Another day of snow fell, blanketing the streets of Valdev. From within the tower of the Amador house, an aged woman peered out into the streets. She could no longer recall the days where her son had run wild- keen to earn his knighthood or to make friends. She could not recall the events of their temporary home within Failor, and worst of all, she struggled to recall even the most recent days and weeks past. With a furrowed brow, she took pen to paper, and settled herself within the corner of the tower. My child, my heart, in this fading light, I pen these words, a farewell so slight. Not in sorrow’s shroud or despair’s dismay, But a gentle nod to the end of the day. As petals fall from the bloom of time. Know love endures, transcending the climb. In the tapestry of moments we’ve spun, A legacy lingers when my song is done. Embrace the stars, let their brilliance guide, In the cosmos' arms, I will peacefully bide. For life’s brief candle may flicker and wane, Yet love’s eternal, an undying refrain. Sterling, my cherished one, as I take my flight, Hold the echoes of our laughter, so bright. For in the cadence of our shared lullaby, I’ll rest in peace, beneath the endless sky. A wave of calm washed over the aged Amador as she wrote her final few words. A peace she had not felt before- as though she had completed everything she needed. With one final struggle, she rose to her feet and ambled down to her room. Where she laid her poem down upon the table- and clambered into bed, to sleep for the final time. Emiliya Amador, mother to Sterling Percy Whitewood. 83 SA - 159 SA [!] Alongside the poem was another letter, of struggled font, indicative perhaps that it was written close to the woman's passing. “To my Amador kin. I have organised my few personal items to be delivered to those who will receive them, along with a few letters to be handed out. What remains of my belongings- the house may do as they please with them. I am proud of each and every one of you. Nataliya would be proud of her children, as I am proud of my own. Your Aedymamej, Emiliya.”

Poppy hadn't had chance to make another gift. Guess only the heir got one.

Reading the missive her family had recieved, Poppiya looked it over in disbelief. "Did ea miss a chaper?" she asked toward her brother, Henrik @critter, "in the same day vy have disowned one, ag now the one disowned has invited us to..-" Pausing, she read over the letter again, "-join Veletz? Has this war sent people mad?"

1350 A.H. - Present ─── From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present ⋅ ───⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─── ⋅ 21st of Malin’s Welcome | 157 SA ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀I⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ VA EDLERVIK, We as humanity are known for our love of colourful gowns, opulent jewels and regal suits. Each individual likely has their own personal collection tailored by themselves or another. House Amador is no exception- we are proud to boast our several expert tailors, as are we proud to extend that further to our Colborn cousins. However, it occurred to me that I have seen far and few written works pertaining to tailoring. Guides on stitching, on fabrics, on fashion history. These works are limited in terms of the written hand, and I do not recall coming across a single book in my time. While missives on history are available, they are difficult to obtain for personal use. And so, I ask those who are skilled in the arts of sewing, knitting, leather craft and so on- to create written works to share or sell. I will be willing to purchase a copy of any quality work to then offer and sell on to others, should the individual be uninterested in merchanting their works. If you are interested in such an offer, please send a bird to Balian or Haense, for the attention of Poppiya Sosina Amador (lirinya). Lady Poppiya Sosina Amador, Curador of Il Courta Cometa, Owner of the Phoenix Fleeces.

Entre l'èxit i el fracàs - Between Success and Failure ⋅ ───⊱༺☨༻⊰─── ⋅ [Link] ⋅ ───⊱༺☨༻⊰─── ⋅ In the realm of Balian, where courage is born, A clash with Stassion, a battle to mourn. A war rages ons, a tale untold, In the echoes of history, new chapters unfold. Brave Balian’s banners flutter, proud and high, A beautiful kingdom, united beneath azure sky. Our warriors emboldened with hearts of flame, For In the crucible of conflict, they etch their name. The battlefield tramples, a canvas for strife, Where the dance of war dictates the rhythm of life. Balian’s sons and daughters, a resilient might, Stand against Stassion, under God’s divine light. “In Hoc Signio Vinces” - Balian’s Call, United they stand - Their enemies will fall. Against Stassion’s whispers, a most venomous tale, The forces of Balian will always prevail. And so the war rages on, throughout night and day, Balian and Stassion clashed within the fray. Yet in that moment of conflict - where stories are spun, Our heroic tales of victory have only just begun. ⋅ ───⊱༺☨༻⊰─── ⋅ Credits to @Caedisand @HIGH_FIRE for all of their help.

The Silver Merchant Sovereignty Guild ─── Presents ⋆―🛠―⋆ The Grand Auction of The SMS 10th of The Deep Cold, 156 SA ⋆―――🛠―――⋆ The Silver Merchant Sovereignty, or the SMS is a coalition of wealthy, ambitious and influential merchants from all across the land of Aevos. Brought together by their mutual appreciation of minae and trade, these same merchants now seek to vend their wears through means of a Grand Auction. With each merchant offering varying skills, the auction is promised to contain something to everyone's tastes, be they hungry for new clothes, potions, weapons or otherwise valuable trinkets unlikely to be found in your everyday marketplace. The auction will be hosted by Anatoliy Ilya Alyovich Godunov @Caedis at the Silver Merchants Guild Hall, and is supported by Yera Silveira and Poppiya Sosina Amador. On Offer to the Buyer The auction is promised to offer a wide variety of products. Below, to offer as enticement to any potential buyer, is a peek into some of the items we have in store. ⋆―🛠―⋆ The Clinical Medicine and Potions Collection A wide and generous collection of pre-made potions, salves and teas perfect for use to richly stock a clinic in dire times of war and need. This bundle comes paired with an automation: Medical Pet (Medi-Snorgus)[Automation] Starting Bid: 750 Mina Other bundles of potions include: The Combat Collection, and The Rare Collection - Each come with their own unique automation. ⋆―🛠―⋆ Resources With war on the horizon, it is no secret that there is a dire need for consumable resources. Metals, Leather- everything a nation needs to supply their armies. 36 (2304 total) crates (stacks) of Netherite Ingots Starting Bid: 1000 Mina Smaller lots of leather and ferrum are promised to follow, starting at way below the market value. ⋆―🛠―⋆ Trinkets, Weapons, Jewels and More It would not be a grand auction without a plethora of jewellery, weapons and all else on offer. The list is extensive, and promised to be a collection of items difficult to otherwise find on sale. An example of such is to follow. Other items promised for sale include various other magical trinkets, Lunarite trinkets, and weapons. (Following this, there are also skin commissions, premade skin items and figura items up for grabs) Date and Location The auction will be hosted within the Guild Hall of the Company, located west of the Emerald Pillar. Saturday the 2nd of December 5pm EST/10pm GMT Bring plenty of mina Signed, His Lordship, Anatoliy Ilya Alyovich Godunov, Heir to the Barony of Verskaya, Merchant and Department head of The Silver Merchant Sovereignty. Yera Silveira, Trade Representative of the Silver Merchant Sovereignty. Lady Poppiya Sosina Amador, Merchant of the Silver Merchant Sovereignty.

Poppiya was ready to fight alongside her Queen and kin.

Poppiya threw a pursefull of minae at her Balian friends.