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The news struck her heart like cannonfire when she heard. ---- ---- Lorena Antonia’s head spun with conclusions, people to blame, and aching regrets invading an already troubled mind. She’d been wandering the Novellen grounds, on the look out for the boy lost while considering how she’d ask him something, and on meeting only a group of palace-goers with worried eyes, the woman found herself stumbling back to her room. There Lorena wept, caught unaware by how she let the disappearance of a son that wasn’t hers cut as deeply as it did. Perhaps he’d come home, she made to reason, but her question for him rung through her thoughts to mock her all afternoon long.

OK.. additional bids. Lined Design, 1,250 Pink and Blue, 1,250

To this day I still use (and shamelessly reuse shh) my personal edited version of the skin you made for me to give Forkology. It’s one of my favorites. No skin claims here, I like the purple elf, but I figure it should go to someone needing it more. Appreciate it Hadley!!

Discord: starryy#1433 Bid: Floral Blue, 1,250

love you honey. I’m feeling a little irritable today- It’s not super important, but I’m glad I’m able to be here for you and I still have love for the people I know here, under all the layers of salt I’ve accumulated today. @Gusano yo im literally pming you rn ily i hope you’re having a good day @Herathus @Parion i wish i was more attentive to you guys and i love you so super much you can ask me where i am any time @Demented_Delila hope you get to pet that cow one day @GrandpaBlue yo, your succs are going to make it through this. they spent generations evolving themselves for the specific purpose of living in the actual desert, and will look exactly the same as you left them cus they can’t just die on you like that @Cracker stay stalwart dibbo you’re such a rad dude @DreamInSpace you’re pretty much my actual sister hope your dad is doing ok. ilysm anyone who’s not on here can rest assured that they were spared my affection for today. consider yourselves lucky

Lorena Antonia snorted mirthfully along to Anna’s reading, appreciative of the entertainment. She couldn’t help but ponder how Sir John was doing these days.

The Spare’s Heirs Festival The wedding of HIH Lorena A. Helane and Richard H.H.V Helvets [!] A betrothal portrait of Princess Lorena and Prince Richard, commissioned by the House of Helvets, 1758. Fliers, simple in nature but stamped with an official seal, are put out into the Imperial Realm by crier and by noticeboard for citizenry or peerage alike. A select few are mailed a copy of their own, corresponding with the public list of invitees. To whom it may interest, In the summer of God’s year seventeen-fifty-nine, celebrations following an Imperial wedding will take place in Kaedrin’s golden valley. To the ceremony, solely guests with invitations are permitted, listed thus: Men and women of the House of Helvets Distinguished members of the family Basrid Relatives in the family d’Arkent Brothers HIH Joseph Clement, George Casimir & Sir Adrian Princess Anna Maria Pruvia Imperial Champion Sir Octavian President Lauritz Christiansen 4th Brigade Captain Sir Rylan Swint 1st Brigade Lieutenant Dax Illiquin [!] Sketch of a proposed ride for the Spare’s Heirs festival, 1759. And to those not on the list, fret not, the Imperial Public at large are welcome to the revelries made possible by Mariana Dubois and associates. A variety of activities present themselves, most notably brand new ridden attractions sure to thrill; they’ll only remain in Kaedrin for this event, and are not to be missed! Each attraction is to be paid for with a ticket, exempting members of Helvets, Helane and the Clergy. Other happenings include: Popular Carrington & Co drinks, a wrestling pit, livestock pens, entertainment from contemporaries, and market stalls. If one is hoping to sell their wares for an event and has seen this flier, address a letter toward Varoche Palace for inclusion. The wedding couple hope to see you in attendance by, The 10th of Sun’s Smile, 1759.

Initially, a certain bystander was only on one of her flights from Helena’s solitary banks to the mainland, finding the option of sleeping anywhere other than her childhood room a welcome sense of control. In eventuality, the youth always found herself coming back, as if reassuming an especially stressful job. Expecting the drab welcoming when she arrived in the Novellen, that is a few nods from the serving girls, Lorena Antonia trudges her bags through the halls and up into the apartments, met with a billowing draft when she stepped into her old room. A dead fire, just her luck. Hauling quartered wood into place on the coals, she imagined a few scenarios where perhaps she was already in a bath, or having a hot dinner, while someone else did this. It was so much colder in her room now. Despite the chill that spring rains had brought in, the Imperial boarded up her hearth, refusing to see it alight. All manner of thoughts swirled in her head, paranoid and foul, bleaching away childish mirth. She didn’t weep, but felt a weight on her chest. For once the girl kept relatively quiet in her chamber, watching light seep in through the window, and paying mind to chips in the walls. Another shudder. Later on, wind buffeted Lorena Antonia’s unkempt hair, as she raced a stallion across Helenan lowland. A train of concerned army men came after her on their own mounts, trying to keep up pace. She had it in mind that maybe if she ushered her steed fast enough, she would trip and fall into some place else.

Oh! Apparently I haven’t checked the forums since before Christmas. Thanks man, I don’t feel like I fully deserve the shoutout but I’m happy for it. You’re a good dude and you sometimes helped guide me away from people that I really didn’t need to be around, whether I noticed or not. I can’t say that about a lot of other people I knew on here when I was younger. Have a happy new decade! Quartz gang.

Korvic is the man of the hour it seems. Thanks buddy! I’m glad you found us worth your effort! I’ll write extra good so as to not waste your talent on crappy writing.

A plain girl wandered the quiet halls of her lavish home fretfully- dipping around marble columns, and peeking through doorways that refused to become occupied no matter how many times she’d checked. She’d had a day. In spite of her own exhaustion, she awaited the return of none other than her Mother. Mother was only getting to play dice afterall, or so that’s what the men she’d been outside with claimed; and while the girl didn’t know much of how dice worked she figured that most games ended when you were bored with it. Did Mother really enjoy dice? The girl remembered last week when she herself tried to continue another of her make believe games past bed time, and had to be ushered to sleep. Perhaps it was that, Mother was only staying up late. That was all right, for she would stay up as well and be there when Mother was done. The child’s padding feet were interrupted by bootfalls, as several serving folk crept out to fetch her. She fought against them of course, wailing and constructing half-baked cases for why she had to stay up. Inevitably she was hauled into her chamber, tucked tightly into bed, and left to weep her tired eyes to rest. When dawn arrived casting amber light through the window, Lorena Antonia wrestled out of her covers and sat up to find no one had come to inform her that it was time to break fast. ”Mother?”

“Now, not that I like these sorts of things any where near me, but this is just ridiculous. They’re disgusting, not dangerous, Citizens!” The former Mistress of Health guffawed to an unsuspecting bar-goer in the tavern, whilst sipping unsanitarily from an abandoned drink left by a tipsy Elf who had stumbled home a short time prior.

A plain missive has been pinned up about the city of Laureh’thilln with the equally mundane intent to inform. Citizenry of Haelun’or- This hour was inevitable, and delayed to a comedic degree. But a few months ago, thy Mistress Sullas resigned from the previously hoarded position of Okarir’hiylun, for one’s own sanity. One hasn’t much to comment on as to the reasons of this, given the incompetence displayed was as clear as blown glass. Thy Author does apologize deeply to the citizenry and the Council for never having accomplished any effective work. Although, congratulations are in order toward Mrs. Dele Seregon for her appointment to Head Physician just prior to this development. Hopefully better things are ahead for the Health of Our Haelun’or. maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, Thy Author, Aiera Sullas

A disgruntled bird cursed under her breath as she shot a hand out, for something to take care of the spilt wine that was pooling and creeping dangerously close to her living room rug. Unknowingly, Aiera grasped a copy of the missive that her doting spouse had brought in to read later. Evidently, he would be disappointed in her whence he found she’d used it to soak up the vintage. Following a short spat about not using each others’ daily reading as a rag, Aiera Sullas set out on a stroll. It was eventual that it would bring her to another posting of the notice, and the obscure Mistress of Health took some time to squint it down. She rolled her shoulders, reminded of some unfinished business with Master Miravaris. Ultimately unbothered, the Elfess provided a great yawn as she ambled off.

Aiera Sullas sits somewhere in her own home, mortified. Her letter had reached its intended destination, and the situation was concluded. Yet.. At what cost? Her innocence, it seemed. When she was done with her weeping, she began to face the music of what she’d done, and what must now be done.

The letter likely tasted of delicious walnuts and the fragrant background of raspberries, in the form of a delectably fiberous parchment. It was also very likely to contain cobalt or some other dangerous blue pigment from the ink. Hopefully it passed through the mighty Olog stomach gracefully. @Etherealxx

Many hand-written copies of a letter were affixed with a nail in all the settlements below, having been deemed ‘easily accessible’ and ‘having of a notice board, or otherwise improvised’ by a trio of Elves, specifically a friend or two and their disgruntled yet extremely insistent gray escort. Helena Reza Brannby Bank Ves Curon Fenn Irrinor Krugmar Talus Druid Grove Sutica Cresonia Thyra Brandybrook Llyria Agnarum Haelun’or The missive itself seemed to handle a personal affair- Yet it began with an over-sized heading, scrawled obnoxiously in blue-black ink. Evidently, the author was looking for a particular pair of eyes that may not have otherwise noticed. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AR8D2yqgQ1U One is seeking Mr. Sullas. Dear Passerby, With luck, this has been enough to attract more than the curious reader. Or, perhaps it is appropriate that the reader is curious, because it is a quizzical Elf that one is looking for. One digresses. The Author of this public letter has been somewhat overzealous, and surmised that a well-written speech and a two-century old private confession from one’s blond ‘father’ would prove legitimacy. As it happens, the integrity of a more obscure citizen of Haelun’or does not hold up well on its own. Indeed, a legitimacy issue. One shall briefly summarize for the public eye. Haelun’or prides itself on recording their lineage upon a very old book, and one has a mind not to be made a liar when scribing the Bloodline onto its weathered pages. However, the Author is encountering an issue whereupon a relation has been drawn a little too late, and things have taken a turn for the embarrassing. Once a blunder, always a blunder, one supposes. The question that must be posed, without revealing too much as to why it must be asked is thus: Lucion Sullas, have you a fifth progeny? Could this thing have been born from Aelia Calith? Sincerest apologies from the Author themselves, for one would be this thing, and this a letter penned to the progenitor of the unfortunate whelpling that may have been a result from this encounter. This brings an additional petition, in the event that this is to be declared as truth. If one is the whelp, would Mr. Sullas accept it into his Bloodline? Indeed, a bold question, but one would argue that if Mr. Sullas has gone through the trouble of bringing one back into the Haelun’or in the past as a rescued pup; then it could be assumed that there was some wish to accept it, and have it thrive. Luckily, it has. One has sired three already with Mr. Ikur Seregon, and as these letters are being drafted for personal couriering and posting about the continent- hopefully at no detriment to the thing- one is carrying a fourth to be born. As they are an investment of the Author, one would like to extend the offer for them to also be your investment should it be appropriate, Mr. Sullas. It is well known that tragedy has been rife in your blood, and with no disrespect to them, one thinks that this could be the least one could do to give back to the sire. A legacy, a terrifying and yet hopeful unknown. To be sure, Mr. Sullas already has a legacy worth having in his own achievements, but perhaps this might shoulder some of the burden one day. Or, perhaps they will all perish- for that is the gamble. If the idea is to your liking, the Author and their husband’s line of Seregon is to instead be Sullas, and if the opposite is true, no resentment is harbored. One will persist regardless of surname, for this is not a petty play for respect. One desires the truth, for it has been in turns swiped from the grasp and given back as lies over the years. One is sure Mr. Sullas understands, but no sympathy is expected. Should this whole affair displease you entirely, an honor it will still be to be turned away by you. If any of the public is still reading, one imagines you are confused. Please turn away now, the show is over. Persistence in the face of ignorance. Maehr’sae hiylun’ehya Thy Author, Aiera 9th of The Amber Cold, 1724 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsuY9lHxg88

:OOC: MC Name: EtTu_Bootus MC name of those living with you: LadySpectral :RP: Head of household: Aiera Seregon Family/individuals staying: 1 Number of Children: 1 Willing to bunk with others.

AAAAA @gabriel101x1 nice to see you again my rendering god nice stuff buddy!!

THE VOTER Name: Henrietta Louise Horen-Marna Address/Property: Kaer Ard'Arrav Nationality: Marnantine Party: Tea FOR THE POSITION OF THE MAYOR OF SENNTISTEN [ ] Aran Talraen [ ] Alexandre Ashford d’Aryn [ ] Godwyn Crast [X] Abstain FOR ACTIONS UPON UNLISTED STRUCTURES UPON MARNAN TERRITORY [X] Force these structures into vassalization [ ] Assimilate these settlements peacefully [ ] Destroy and displace said settlements [ ] Leave these settlements be [ ] Abstain FOR THE LEGALIZATION OF MAGIC WITHIN MARNA [ ] Yes [X] No [ ] Abstain FOR THE LEGALIZATION OF CACTUS GREEN WITHIN MARNA [X] Yes [ ] No [ ] Abstain FOR THE LEGALIZATION OF GAMBLING WITHIN MARNA [X] Yes [ ] No [ ] Abstain FOR THE LEGALIZATION OF SLAVERY (NONHUMANS) WITHIN MARNA [X] Yes [ ] No [ ] Abstain

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sobbss god is a woman and these are her creations

I SEE YOU @Mullraugh

hahaha I gotta admit that's kinda what happened. still death to konigsberg though srry

Almas sends King Caius Sigismund(GOD bless him), first of his name, a 'get well soon' card painted with Qalasheen sights from afar and a warm, burning sun! ; : ; . \_ ,!, _/ , `.,' `.,' / \ ~ -- : : -- ~ \ / ,'`._ _.'`. ' / `!` \ ` ; : ; "I hate cards and writing. But this one is for you. -Almas Lowedge"