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  1. MC Name: Tiocfaidh_ar_la Discord: Gavin#9895 Image: Description of Image: The COA of d'Viuva Dimensions: 2 x 1
  2. [The following missive is pinned to the notice board of Portoregne] ______________________________________________________________ To Challenge a Prince Issued 13th of The Grand Harvest Year 91, from the Estate d’Viuva. ______________________________________________________________ Your Highness, I hope this letter finds you in good health, Ezren of Tuvia. It is with great reluctance that I find myself compelled by honour to address you in this matter, but your recent actions have left me with no alternative. Your repeated displays of rudeness, condescension, and pomposity have not gone unnoticed. It is a matter of principle and honour that I can no longer tolerate such behavior without responding in a manner befitting a person of high standing. Therefore, I extend to you, a challenge to duel. As a token of courtesy, I extend to you the ability to choose the time and place of this duel. It shall be fought in a traditional manner, with the sword. Should you see fit to decline this invitation, it would only further cement the opinions of many regarding your character. May this duel serve as a means to restore civility and honor to our interactions, and may the outcome guide you towards a more respectful demeanor in the future. I await your response. ______________________________________________________________ Signed, The Royal Procurator of the Kingdom of Balian, Lucian Alexander d’Viuva
  3. The Royal Procurator, Lucian Alexander d'Viuva returns home to Portoregne covered in blood and sweat, a hard fought battle, but a well fought battle. The Son of a Vintner had now become a Warrior, fighting for the land he loved. He no longer dreaded the battlefield, but instead had come to accept that in order to see the land and Kingdom he loved flourish, the enemies of Balian would have to return to GOD for judgement.
  4. The Royal Procurator sits in his office reading the missive, his eyes narrowed. Though he wished the War would end, he knew that only a United force could take on the evil that was attempting to cross the threshold of Good, but more importantly, that Good would in the end, triumph over evil.
  5. The Royal Procurator, with his usual posturing - arms folded behind his back, a warm and inviting countenance, strolls along the newly renovated and expanded section of the Capital, inhaling the fresh Sea air deep into his lungs. Thoughts pertaining to matters of finance and trade flood his mind as he makes off towards his office, meandering through the busy Pier of Adrian I.
  6. Lucian Alexander d'Viuva offers a singular and solemn, "Hail, Queen Sybille", as he reads the missive pinned to a notice board on the streets of Portoregne.
  7. Lucian Alexander d'Viuva mourns the deceased King from within the confines of his estate. A good and Noble King is what he shall remember him as. Adrian the Adored "May he rest in Peace, wrapped in GOD's embrace for eternity." He would state resolutely, concluding his prayer.
  8. Whilst tending to communal vines around the City of Portoregne, Lucian Alexander d'Viuva recounted his previous battles, though merely a young man of Twenty-Two, he had already seen enough of War. His hopes were simple - for this war to end so that he could tend to his vines in peace, and for the winds of fortune to gently blow his way, that he might build on his Father's legacy and restore his humble house of Vintner's to their once affluent position.
  9. Lucian Alexander d'Viuva reads over the missive with interest, he cannot help but smile as he reads the address of the Princess.
  10. Hello folks! Looking for a Coat of Arms? Check out the link below! https://gavins-onestopcoashop.carrd.co/
  11. Bring back Villain applications.

    Too much low quality banditry going on rn. Do it for the story folks, not the pixels.

  12. Hello!, new House created. If it piques your interest, feel free to send me a message on discord: Gavin#9895
  13. ______________________________________________________________ The House d’Viuva Est. Year 49, Kingdom of Balian. ______________________________________________________________ House History The House d’Viuva began among root and stem in the humble vineyards of Balian’s outskirts. Peter and Helena d'Viuva's love story unfolded like the delicate petals of a grapevine flower. Originating from impoverished beginnings, their lives intertwined amidst the vines they tended. The grape-stained days turned into starlit nights as they discovered not just the art of winemaking but the art of falling deeply in love. Their journey, marked by resilience and shared dreams, led them to mastery in the alchemy of turning humble grapes into nectarous wines. It wasn't just a business; it was a passion, a shared vision that bound them tighter than the tendrils of the vines they nurtured. As the years wove their tale, Peter and Helena decided to unite their destinies in matrimony. Married and determined, they planted the seeds of their own vineyard, each row a testament to their commitment. The fruit of their labor, aptly named Vida d'Viuva, became a reflection of their shared history, a wine that whispered of love, sacrifice, and triumph. Amidst the vines, a mystical encounter added an unexpected twist to their tale. Legend spoke of a centaur, drawn by the intoxicating aroma of Vida d'Viuva, who found his way into their estate. Entranced by the exquisite wine, the centaur proposed a pact: he would become the guardian of their vineyard, offering protection with his mythical presence, in exchange for a steady supply of the cherished elixir. Whispers of the centaur's vigilant watch spread, creating an air of enchantment around the vineyard. Some doubted the tale, dismissing it as a fanciful yarn woven through the grapevines, while others swore they glimpsed the silhouette of the mythical guardian in the moonlit vineyard. In the midst of this enchanting backdrop, the d'Viuva family blossomed. Lucian Alexander, the firstborn, and Cybele Olympia, his spirited twin, brought laughter and vitality to the vineyard. Sofia Hera, a vision of grace and charm, followed, her footsteps echoing through the rows of vines. Nicolo Antonio and Peter Helena completed the brood, each adding their unique flavor to the family's dynamic. The d'Viuva children, raised amidst the vines, became an integral part of the winemaking legacy. From a young age, they learned the nuances of the trade, the scent of fermenting grapes and the touch of the soil becoming as familiar to them as the embrace of their parents. The twins, Lucian and Cybele, displayed an innate understanding of the vines, a connection that mirrored their parents' love for the land. Sofia, with her refined palate, showed promise as a future sommelier. Rhea, the quiet observer, absorbed the secrets of winemaking with a keen eye, while the youngest, Peter Helena, named after their parents, brought a sense of joy and mischief to the vineyard. As the d'Viuva family flourished, so did Vida d'Viuva. The vineyard echoed with the laughter of the children, a symphony of familial bonds woven into the very fabric of the estate. The mystical centaur, their guardian, seemed to watch over not just the vines but also the growing family, adding an air of enchantment to their daily lives, or so it was said. In the heart of the vineyard, tragedy struck the d'Viuva family like a thunderstorm on a clear day. The moon, which had once bathed their vines in a soft glow, now witnessed a harrowing event that would forever alter the family's destiny. It began with the distant echoes of hooves and the menacing whispers of a bandit raid. The night air, once filled with the fragrance of ripening grapes, now carried the acrid scent of danger. The bandits, driven by greed and malice, descended upon the vineyard like a swarm of locusts. Awoken by the commotion, Peter and Helena, the stalwart guardians of both family and vines, rallied to defend their haven. The clash between the defenders of love and the purveyors of chaos echoed through the vine rows, a bitter symphony of desperation. Despite their valor, the bandits proved ruthless. In the darkness, blades clashed, and the once serene vineyard became a battlefield. The tragedy unfolded swiftly, leaving sorrow in its wake. Peter and Helena fought valiantly, but the cruel hands of fate dealt them a devastating blow. As the moon bore witness to the unfolding tragedy, the youngest, Peter Helena, became an unwitting casualty in the crossfire. His laughter, once the melody of innocence was silenced, and his promising future extinguished in the chaos. The bandits, having plundered and razed the vineyard, vanished into the night, leaving behind a landscape of destruction. The once-lush vines now stood as twisted sentinels in a desolate realm. The news of the d'Viuva family's demise spread like wildfire, a lamentation echoing through the villages. Vida d'Viuva, once a symbol of triumph, now carried the weight of a tragic tale. The bandit attack had stolen more than just the family's lives; it had robbed the world of a love story, leaving behind a haunted vineyard as a testament to the fragility of dreams and the cruel capriciousness of fate. Four d’Viuvans now find themselves in Portoregne at the precipice of destiny, led by the House Patriarch, Lucian Alexander. ______________________________________________________________ The first d’Viuva Estate, Est circa 44. ______________________________________________________________ House Traditions Birth In the harmonious family cycle, the tradition of Birth echoes with the promise of renewal. As a new life enters the fold, a symbolic planting ceremony unfolds. The soil, enriched by the remnants of past vintages, becomes the cradle for fresh vines. With each bottle emptied in remembrance of the departed, a new crop takes root, weaving tendrils into the familial legacy. The fragility of infancy mirrors the delicate buds emerging from the earth, carrying the potential for future vintages. Birth, intertwined with the sacred vineyard soil, celebrates the eternal dance between life and death, where each bottle emptied signals not just a farewell but a greeting to the generations yet to come. Coming of Age For one’s Coming of Age ceremony, each individual crafts a singular bottle of wine, a vintage that mirrors their journey into adulthood. The process begins with the careful selection of grape varieties, symbolizing personal traits and experiences. As the grapes ripen, the initiate tends to them with meticulous care, learning the art of patience and nurturing. The harvest marks pivotal moments in their life, from the sweetness of triumphs to the tannins of challenges. Fermentation becomes a metaphor for personal growth, transforming raw experiences into a complex, refined essence. The bottled creation, a unique blend of self-discovery, serves as a tangible reminder of their transformative passage into maturity. Banishment The somber family tradition of Banishment culminates in a ritual that casts the banished individual's crafted wine into oblivion. Upon their expulsion, the family assembles to pour the untouched wine onto the central hearth, a libation never to be savored or shared. This act symbolizes a decisive disownment, severing familial bonds in a final, irreversible gesture. The once-celebrated vintage becomes a testament to estrangement, its essence forever denied to those who once crafted it. This ritual, though laden with bitterness, signifies the expulsion of the individual from the familial vineyard, a stark farewell echoing the fractures within the family's ties. Burial The final chapter of an individual's life unfolds with a sacred ritual. Upon their passing, the departed is gently laid to rest within the familial vault, surrounded by the echoes of generations past. Simultaneously, the bottle of wine crafted during their coming of age is uncorked in a symbolic communion. As the family gathers, they share in the vintage, sipping from glasses raised to honor the departed. The remaining wine, a poignant elixir infused with the essence of a life well-lived, is poured onto the vineyard soil. This act signifies the cyclical nature of existence, as the departed's spirit nourishes the very vines from which future generations will craft their own vintages, perpetuating the legacy. ______________________________________________________________
  14. [!] A letter is pinned to the front door of the Vuiller Estate, County of Aquilae [!] ______________________________________________________________ The Flight of an Eagle ______________________________________________________________ On the journey of life, there comes a poignant moment when the fledgling eagle must spread its wings and soar beyond the nest that cradled its beginnings. Likewise, as a man embarks on the journey of adulthood, there emerges a juncture where he, too, must take flight from the comforting embrace of his family home. The departure signifies not a severance but a transformation—a metamorphosis from dependency to self-sufficiency. The young eagle, once sheltered by the familiar branches of the nest, now confronts the vast expanse of the sky. Similarly, the man steps away from the haven of his childhood, compelled by the call of independence and the promise of forging his own destiny. This flight is not without its challenges. Buffeted by the winds of uncertainty, the eagle learns to navigate the currents, just as the man grapples with the unpredictability of life. Yet, within these challenges lies the essence of growth. The eagle learns to trust its wings, and the man discovers the resilience within himself to build anew. As we witness the flight of the eagle, we recognize the cyclical nature of life—a continuous journey of leaving and arriving, of spreading wings and finding new horizons. The departure is not a farewell; it is an invitation to embrace the freedom that comes with forging one's own path. The flight of an eagle is a testament to the courage required to embark on the journey of self-discovery and the pursuit of a life that is uniquely one's own. ______________________________________________________________ A young Vuiller spreads his wings and dives from the nest, emerging among the heavens, a new man. ______________________________________________________________ Signed, Godric Harald Veranza
  15. Godric Harald of the House Vuiller reads over the announcement with great interest from within the homely confines of the Aquilae Estate. "A Noble Monarch, shall Her Highness become - in her own time."
  16. "About Time.." Murmurs Godric as his brother Johan announces the news to him from within the confines of the Vuiller Estate, a small smile etched onto his visage.
  17. REGISTRATION FORM Full Name: Godric Harald Vuiller Age: 20 Address of Residence: Vuiller Estate, County of Aquilae, Kingdom of Balian. ((IGN: )) Tiocfaidh_ar_la | Lutan1c ((Discord: )) Gavin#9895
  18. Anyone taking any skin commissions? HMU!

  19. -SNIP- DELETE PLEASE.
  20. [!] Missives are distributed throughout Haelun’or, pinned to posts and boards. [!] ______________________________________________________________ For Whom Shall The Bells Toll Issued on the 6th of The Grand Harvest 147 S.A ______________________________________________________________ Affixed atop a plateau of rock are great spines and towers wrought of stone. Banners of Red and White furl and unfurl in temperate winds. Inside a great city resides an even greater people. Lithe and fair, intelligent and proud - the Blessed Elves of Aegis, for ours is a lineage which spans millenia. Millenia of toil, struggle, hardship and drive is what has brought us from depths low to our Mountain home of hope. Yet questions now arise in the hearts and minds of all ‘thill. They are questions most fundamental. For ours are not a people of war and hate, ours are not a people of a brutish nature yet those who lead us do so into war and death - unprovoked and unjustifiable. The hour is late and we stand before the threshold of a new sun’s rising. Dawning on this realm will be a sun illuminating our world in hues of red and quickly thereafter shall the streets of the innocent rush to imitate such a diffusion. For whom shall the bells of vainglorious ambition and wanton malice toll? For whom shall tombs hewn from rock and stone be arranged? For whom shall songs of lament and sorrow be sung? For whom shall trumpets sound as the dead return to the living, never to be awoken? ______________________________________________________________ Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Signed, Malaurir Braxus Ni’leya
  21. [!] Pinned to notice boards around Haelun’or, is the following missive [!] Abject Failure ___________________________________________________________________________________ 11th of The Grand Harvest, 143 S.A ___________________________________________________________________________________ Acknowledgement Many years ago Haelun’or stood as a Bastion of innovation, stoically declaring to the world our brilliance and determination. We championed the Sciences, Magic, Culture and even harbored a powerful Military. We gazed upwards into starlight and etched into the very sky itself, the reflection of our steepled rooves and bustling abodes. At the peak of our society we held outstretched, our hands to those beneath us that they may join us in our majesty and aim for better. Today however, Haelun’or is a husk of its former self. It does not deserve the namesake from which it is derived. Larihei weeps at the tragic loss of her peoples’ vision and determination. Wretched are those whose lust for power - whose hands have led us into darkness. Doomed are those who cling on to those blighted tendrils in hope. When we forfeit our voice to those in authority, they speak for us. When we forfeit our aims to those in authority, they steer us. The fate of our Nation’s well-being historically, as is the case with most Nation’s, is tied to whoever is at the helm. There have been times when great leaders have risen and taken Haelun’or from ruin to glory. There have been times when great leaders have risen and taken Haelun’or from doom to prosperity. There have been times when poor leaders have risen and taken Haelun’or from greatness to destitution. Thus the fate of our Nation is at the mercy of those who grasp for the reigns. This has been our fatal flaw and I say this as someone who led our Nation dutifully from vice to virtue, from death to life as Sohaer and then Maheral. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Dissonance How then, are we to rid ourselves of this blight? The answer is simple. We ought not be led by Tyrants, rather we ought to be led by the Silver Maiden. We hold as our core guiding philosophy, Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya - Yet this principle to many of us is just a collection of words. There is no depth to them, nor is there depth to our culture. It would appear that Tea Parties and Gala’s are the pinnacle of what our culture has to offer - nay, these trivial things are but a distraction. Those who rule us do so in ABJECT FAILURE, for they neglect the very essence of what our Nation is. We were set apart from the world, we were great once - a people of esteem and pride but now we are merely another pawn to be sacrificed in the affairs of greater powers. ENOUGH It is time that Haelun’or reasserted itself as one of the great and leading powers on this land. Not a Nation, but the Nation. And to do this, we need to refocus our efforts and adjust our aim. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Resolution The solution is quite clear and would end forever, the corrosive stagnancy and power struggles which have historically plagued our blessed civilization. Though the powers that be will not tolerate such a solution. Should you wish to hear my words simply ask and I shall speak, though I fear the hour is too late and that darkness has reaped what it has sown. Perhaps still, the light of Larihei shines in the hearts of some of you, blessed pure. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Signed, Malaurir Braxus Ni’leya
  22. The new map is very pretty!

  23. As a former NL, there is definitely a need for some kind of repercussions for when your character is killed. My rule of thumb was that if there had been sufficient RP and if it was of good quality, that I would PK and I was actually going to PK once when I was captured (though my captives decided to let me go). I always refused to PK not only as NL, but in general, when the RP was just qualitatively muck - little to no effort put in, memey, etc. Tldr; NL's should have to PK provided that the RP lead up and the quality of RP surrounding the occasion, was of a good standard. (Yes, 'good standard' is more of a subjective thing, but we all recognize good effort)
  24. It is a beautiful Sunday evening.

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