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⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ THE DUCAL CHARTER OF THE CITY OF BRECCI BY GRACE AND CROWN, ISSUED BY THE GRAND DUCAL THRONE IN THE YEAR OF 2048 ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE STREETS OF PORTOREIGN, THE PEOPLE OF LOTHARIA HAVE SETTLED IN A PROPER CITY. The City of Brecci was expressly designed to mirror the Halnoi and Balianese cultures, and paint it across the building style. LORD MIKOLAJ JACKLOWIECKI has worked tirelessly to bring the vision that LOTHAR I had planned for the future in Aevos to the light of day. With this vision in place, the citizens of Lotharia constructed a walled, coastal city that they might again seek to call home. Overseeing Brecci’s completion and settling as passed to his son, IOHANNIS I. Let us rest from the toils of our hands and enjoy the spoils that have been wrought by a long voyage. Rejoy, for we have found our new home. ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ Article I. On Rights of Citizens I.01 - Defining Citizenship I.01A - A Citizen is anyone who declares a permanent homestead within the walls of Brecci. This includes those who are considered ‘Streetdwellers’ or ‘Vagrants’, granting them the same rights and those with a house to their name. I.01B - A Citizen of Brecci is similarly considered a citizen of the Grand Duchy of Lotharia and thereby proffered the same rights as such. I.01C - A Citizen who renounces their allegiance to Lotharia is stripped permanently of all rights pertaining to both that of Brecci and Lotharia. Such may only be reinstated by the reigning Grand Duke or Grand Duchess of Lotharia. I.01D - A Citizen may have their citizenship revoked as a punishment for a crime they have committed. This may be considered in the punishment of exiling or in any special case decided upon by the overseeing Judge. ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ I.02 -- On the Rights of Citizens I.02A - Citizens of Brecci are afforded the right to run or vote in the elections for Brecci Syndic. This right is only revoked upon the revocation of Citizenship. I.02B - Citizens of Brecci are afforded the right to petition their Syndic, Council of Vilahn members or Liege at any time they view to be necessary. Any member of government must note their grievance and act upon it accordingly. I.02C - Citizens of Brecci are afforded the right to engage in trade and business within the walls of Brecci as they see fit. The only condition to this is that the trade must abide by the laws of the land they are in. I.02D - Citizens of Brecci are afforded the right to defend themselves in a court of law should they find themselves accused of a crime by either the state or a third party. ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ Article II. On the Syndic II.01 - On the election of a Syndic II.01A - A Syndic must be a person of over sixteen summers old of any social class or standing. However they may not be a peer or heir to a peership, nor work upon the Council of Vilahn of Lotharia as this may facilitate the cumulation of power and false interests. II.01B - The Syndic shall be elected every eight years from the citizenry of Brecci, prior to which a census shall be taken to take a full account of the citizenry of Brecci. Only those declared in the census shall be permitted to vote. II.01C - The Syndic shall only be permitted to run twice for the total of sixteen years within the office of Syndic. The two terms may be consecutive but are not required to be so. II.01D - The elections shall be held by the Ducal Throne of Lotharia at the behest of the reigning Liege. The Censor shall administer the election and census for the Liege upon the call for election. In addition, a Liege may, in special circumstances, call an early election. ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ II.02 - On the powers of a Syndic II.02A - The Syndic shall hold the power to call a general assembly of the City’s citizens. This shall be done to engage petitions, announce plans and gain points of discussion for law and events within the city. II.02B - The Syndic shall be called upon to be the connection between the citizenry of Brecci and the Council of Vilahn and Liege of Lotharia. They shall relay any issues and concerns to the Ducal Throne upon any meetings held by the Council of Vilahn. II.02C - The Syndic shall form a city council holding three positions: The Celebrador: Responsible for hosting city wide events throughout the tenure of the Syndic. The Topagrador: Responsible for surveying the city for any building errors or new builds to be made. II.02D - The citizenry may call a vote of no confidence with a petition of twelve citizens to the Council of Vilahn. This then requires a simple majority referendum of the Brecci citizenship to affirm the no confidence, which then results in a new election. ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ Article III. On the Council of Vilahn III.01 - On the Powers of the Council of Vilahn III.01A - The Council of Vilahn reserves the sole right to govern their respective chambers. Neither the Syndic nor the City Council may affect change within the chamber without the approval of the relevant Council of Vilahn member. III.01B - The Council of Vilahn may be petitioned by the City Government for aid or funding with their projects or plans, which they may approve or decline at their own discretion. III.01C - With a majority vote, the Council of Vilahn may remove a Syndic or City Council member at their discretion. Should a Syndic be removed, this shall provoke an election to take place. III.01D - The Council of Vilahn may call upon the Syndic whenever they wish to, either to order ask for advice on the needs of the Citizenry or have them answer for actions that have been taken by the City Council that could be deemed unfitting. III.01E - The Council of Vilahn may, with approval of the Ducal Throne, rewrite the City Charter and submit a new one for the city of Brecci to follow. ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ Article IV. On the Ducal Throne IV.01 - On the Powers of the Ducal Throne IV.01A - The Ducal Throne reserves the right to veto any act they wish to, for they are the sole ultimate authority of Lotharia. IV.01B - The City Council may request the use of Royal property, something that the Ducal Throne may approve or decline at their discretion. IV. 01C - The Ducal Throne may call upon the Concio or City Council as they please for whatever matter they deem needed. ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, IOHANNIS BASRIS of the House Basileus, Grand Duke of Lotharia, Prince of Monterosa, Duke of Atrus, Count of Salia, Baron of Cadiz, Cascanova, and Solvis, Lord of Brecci, and Protector of the South, et cetera. HER ROYAL EXCELLENCY, ESFIR ARTEMISIA D’ARKENT, Emeritus Duchess of Sunholdt, Amiratus of Lotharia, Lady Seneschal of the Crown, and High Councilor of Vilahn

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⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ & ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ PACT OF THE GOLDEN MERCHANT BY GRACE AND CROWN, ISSUED BY THE DUCAL THRONE IN THE YEAR OF 2046 ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ AS WE HAVE SET SAIL TO FIND OUR NEW HOME, WE CONTINUE TO SEEK THE BEST FOR THE NATION AND ITS PEOPLE. Both the people of Lotharia and the Merchants of Heavensward seek to gain a fruitful harvest after settling in a new land. Should this take a generation, their goals and mindsets shall not shift. After the delegation between the two vassals, a compromise has come into place. While the Lotharian streets are filled, the commerce within their nation is lacking. Inversely, Heavensward’s economic investment was popular amongst Aevos, and they wished to quickly establish an outpost within a well-trafficked region. Therefore, it is in their invested interest that the two work in tandem. ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ I. TERMS 1. THE TRADEDOM OF HEAVENSWARD SHALL BE MERGED UNDER THE PROTECTIONS OF THE SILVERHEART ESTATE AND BE HEADED BY THE DE SYLVA FAMILY. 2. THE GRAND DUCHY OF LOTHARIA SHALL PROVIDE A PLOT OF LAND LEADING OUT FROM A GATE OF THEIR CAPITAL, UPON WHICH THEIR MARKET DISTRICT SHALL BE DIRECTED UNDER THE SUPERVISION OF LUCIUS DE SYLVA. A. FOR THE LAND PROVIDED, SILVERHEART ESTATE SHALL BE TAXED 120 MINA. B. THE GRAND DUCHY OF LOTHARIA WILL BE OFFERED A TAX-EXEMPT STALL WITHIN THE THE MARKET DISTRICT. C. THE TRADE-PRINCE OF SILVERHEART WILL BE OFFERED A TAX-EXEMPT STALL WITHIN THE CAPITAL CITY OF LOTHARIA. D. SHOULD THE MERCHANTS OF SILVERHEART COMMIT SUFFICIENT HOSTILE ACTIONS AGAINST THE GRAND DUCHY OF LOTHARIA OR ITS PEOPLE, THE DUCAL THRONE OF LOTHARIA HOLDS THE RIGHT TO SEEK COMPENSATION ON BEHALF OF THOSE DISADVANTAGED THROUGH FAIR TRIAL AND NEGOTIATION. E. SHOULD THE GRAND DUCHY OF LOTHARIA, OR ANY OF ITS PEOPLES, COMMIT SUFFICIENT HOSTILE ACTIONS AGAINST THE MERCHANTS OF SILVERHEART, OR ITS PEOPLE, THE TRADE-PRINCE OF SILVERHEART HOLDS THE RIGHT TO SEEK COMPENSATION ON BEHALF OF THOSE DISADVANTAGED THROUGH FAIR TRIAL AND NEGOTIATION. ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, IOHANNIS BASRIS of the House Basileus, Grand Duke of Lotharia, Prince of Monterosa, Duke of Atrus, Count of Salia, Baron of Cadiz, Cascanova, and Solvis, and Protector of the South, et cetera. HER ROYAL EXCELLENCY, ESFIR ARTEMISIA D’ARKENT, Emeritus Duchess of Sunholdt, Amiratus and Regent of Lotharia, Lady Seneschal of the Crown, and High Councilor of Vilahn LUCIUS DE SYLVA, Trade-Prince of Silverheart, Patriarch of House de Sylva. ALYSANNA DE SYLVA, Matriarch of House de Sylva.

BY THE TESTIMONY OF SIGISMUND DE LYONS, VISCOUNT-CONSORT OF ENDEROCA For many decades, the Viscountess of Enderoca lay sick upon her bed, leading the house from a frail state. Theo de Lyons has picked up the mantle, leading the house in an unofficial state. No longer shall this continue. It is with a heavy heart that I announce the passing of Viscountess Colette de Lyons. Yet before this, she had signed over the house to one better able to meet the duties and challenges needed. The duties of the house fall upon our only surviving child, Theo de Lyons. It is with a heavy heart that this burden must be thrust onto him and his children. Yet, both I and Colette find full confidence in his abilities. Surely she smiles upon us now. Just as was said to his brother, may he continue to grow in wisdom, virtue, and honor, guided by the values that define our house and the steadfast loyalty of those who dwell within our realm. ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ Her Excellency, COLETTE JACQUELINE DE LYONS, Viscountess of Enderoca, Matriarch of House de Lyons Lord SIGISMUND DE LYON

This is why you take pictures of all vault items before vaulting.

A child, no, not a child, a Grand Duke, raised his gaze towards the sky. Iohannis watched as the sun set beyond the horizon, finally bringing light to rest. Yet the light was never truly gone, its legacy was carried on through the dimmer orbs in the sky. Just as the moon and stars took over once the earth grew wearied from the incessant heat of day, it was time for the Princeling to step into his own and take over for those wearied by their rule. Iohannis I watched the moon rise and smiled for he was hopeful of what the future had to offer.

The heir to loss watched with wide eyes a nation was torn apart before his eyes. Yet, through the pain and tears, a brilliant golden light shone before him. Was this real? Perhaps not the people, not the images, but the words. The words had always been true… he knew this. And so, he listened the Founder speak. The child, grown, placed his hands behind his back, clasped. And Iohannis listened and began to understand. The land could only heal if he had the strength to persevere.

Iohannis Basris, who was still laying in his bed recovering from the injuries he wrought during the fight in Valdev, read the missive. It had been a long journey. "God preserve us for we head into a new chapter."

⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ THE END OF DAYS Fête BY GRACE AND CROWN, ISSUED BY THE IN THE YEAR OF 2042 ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ WE, AS THE PEOPLE OF AEVOS FACE POTENTIAL DOOM AND A GREAT EVIL ON THE HORIZON FROM THE MOUNTAIN THAT SEEKS OUR END. However, we cannot allow this to bring down our spirits and temper our celebrations of life, and what we achieve. As such, the Commonwealth of the Petra and Grand Duchy of Lotharia have bound together to celebrate their shared friendship and recent achievements through a joint festival. HOSTED THROUGH MUTUAL COLLABORATION AND BETWEEN THE TWO LANDS, THE FESTIVAL SHALL BE A MOST IMPRESSIVE ONE, Over the course of three months, LADY ESFIR, LADY ADRIANA, PRINCESS MATTEA and PRINCESS ISIDORA shall host three unique events celebrating one another’s culture and their storied histories. ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ I. DAYS GONE BYE BALL OOC: August 19, 6PM EST | 11 PM GMT LET US GATHER TO RELISH THE FRIENDSHIPS WE’VE FORGED AMID THE DISASTER KNOWN AS THE MOUNTAIN. Under the hospitality of PRINCESS MATTEA ASADHA, at her family estate of Chateau d’Osmont, we shall engage in a classic Petrine ball, dancing our troubles as well as the night away. Those in attendance are invited to dress and act as though it is the end of our days, like their problems are so very minor and to no longer worry about them. Those who dress and interact best within the theme at hand shall find themselves rewarded with prizes, gifts, and titles. Let your hair down and forsake your troubles for just one night, for, who can tell you not to? ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ II. FEAST AMONGST FRIENDS OOC: August 20, 4PM EST | 9PM GMT A FESTIVAL WITHOUT A FEAST IS NO REAL FESTIVAL, BUT A MERE SERIES OF PARTIES. Within the halls of Lotharia, LADY ADRIANA TEMESCH shall organise and arrange a great feast between the Petrans, Lotharians and all those that they have invited to enjoy the festivities. A full three course meal complete with drinks, all celebrating the Balianese cuisine in its fullest, experiencing local produce and classic meals. Once the feast is complete, those who consider themselves iron-livered shall be invited to play a drinking game, the person who remains standing the longest shall win a grand prize of one hundred and fifty mina. ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ III. GAMES OF MARTIAL COMRADERY OOC: August 21, 5:30 PM EST | 10:30 PM GMT TO CLOSE OUT THE EVENTS OF THE MONTHS, WE SHALL TEST EVERYONE’S MIGHT AND STRENGTH THROUGH A SERIES OF COMPETITIONS. Beginning with the fisticuffs in Lotharia, the denizens are invited to the brawling pit in the Grand Duchy to do combat with one another and prove themselves the strongest. The final champion shall take home a Trophy befitting their strength and power above their peers and a one hundred and fifty mina prize. FINALLY, AS THE FISTICUFFS CONCLUDE, WE SHALL JOURNEY TO PETRA’S RIVER SOURCE FOR OUR ULTIMATE EVENT OF THE FESTIVITIES: LADY ESFIR D'ARKENT shall host a classic game, of which all shall get in their boats to partake in the Petrine pastime of Boat Jousting (AKA: Bousting). One must find themselves a trusty partner, two to a boat; one steering their vessel while the other uses a lance to knock their opponents over and out of their own boat! The free-for-all shall only end when one vessel remains afloat with their crew still inside. ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ ༻⊰─────────────⊱༺ ⋅ IV. INVITATIONS The Grand Duchy of Lotharia & The Commonwealth of the Petra cordially invite the entirety of Aevos. Let us find bonds between one another so that we might be strengthened when fighting together on the battlefield. ⋅ 𑁍 ⋅ Some special invitations were also sent to HIS PRINCELY HIGHNESS, PHILIPP KEEN, Princeps of Ivoria, & his family HIS HIGHNESS, ELIAS CONSTANTINE, & his family HIS GRACE, VITALIUS VOURKEHARDT, Duke of Caladras, & his noble pedigree HER GRACE, COSIMA VON LEOPOLD, Duchess Dowager of Blackworth, & her noble pedigree THE MOST HONORABLE, ACELIA & CALIOPE COLBORN, Ladies of Kazan, & their noble pedigree HIS LORDSHIP, GEORGE ALDERSBERG, Earl of Dover, & his noble pedigree HIS LORDSHIP, ACHILLIUS D’ARKENT, Baron of Selm, & his noble pedigree THEIR LORDSHIPS, MAERIL & EDWYN O’ROURKE, Lord & Lady of Ildon, & their noble pedigree HER LADYSHIP, EININ GREYE-O’ROURKE, & her family HIS LORDSHIP, JOHN MAXIMILLIAN, & the people of the encampment of St. Alexander. MISS SELYNE AMADOR, & her family MAYA BARBANOV-BIHAR, Hesir of the Karoslund, her pedigree, & her people ANTONIO DA ALENCAR, Leader of Ipanema, & his people ⋅ ༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰───────────────────────⊱༺ ⋅ HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, LOTHAR I, Grand Duke of Lotharia, Count of Salia HER SERENE HIGHNESS, ISIDORA JAHANNA, Grand Duchess of Lotharia, Countess of Salia HER EXCELLENCY, ADRIANA ROSALIND TEMESCH, Countess of San Adriano, Palatiodora of the Grand Duchy of Lotharia HER ROYAL EXCELLENCY, ESFIR ARTEMISIA D’ARKENT, Emeritus Duchess of Sunholdt, Amiratus of Lotharia, Lady Seneschal of the Crown, and High Councilor of Vilahn. HER HIGHNESS, MATTEA ASADHA, Princess of the Petra, Countess of the Phoenixsphere, Grand Chamberlain of the River Court, Master of Revelry of the Harren Court

Memory and Legacy was all that remained now. Such things can be cruel as time marches onward. Yet there was at-least one who lofted a smile from where he sat. Though long passed, Borris had always know the potential of his lineage…

Iohannis Basris clapped in joy as he heard the King and Queen had a child. “I shall have to give them a proper gift, something to compliment a telescope.“

[!] A letter has been delivered to the Horde of the Desert. To the people of the Badlands and members of the Horde, In the last few Saints’ weeks, a company of merchants left a settlement in the distant East to travel to Heavensward. However, this convoy has recently fallen silent and has neglected to send us any letters. A horse rider who was sent on behalf of the greater guild has also fallen silent and has not returned to our lands. We fear the worst. We believe a terrible fate has befallen our guild members, yet we continue to seek understanding about their circumstances. You know your lands far better than we and can traverse and scout in ways we were never trained. Those we have sent in search have already proved incapable. Therefore, we seek assistance in uncovering the circumstances surrounding the disappearance. If these merchants are found, we ask that those who remain amongst the living be given gear (which shall be bought and paid for by our coin), and those who have fallen be returned so that they may go through proper funeral rites. If you seek to help in our venture, our colleague shall divulge the last known location of the caravan. In reward, a substantial amount shall be paid. Igbash, Head Merchant of Eliazer

Sounds like a gateway to more alchemy : )

Chagrin, Savior of the Dwarves and Hero of the People, Goldhand Frostbeard nods in approval from somewhere.

Perhaps there should be some sort of application process to get items from Banned player inventories? It could go through the mod team and be approved by them. Perhaps something to look at in the future?

Iohannis watched from his mother's arms as the vast multitudes of the court looked at him in wonder. It was too bright and too loud, so he let out a whine. Yet, after his mother covered his ears with her shawl, the young baron curled back into his mother's bosom and promptly fell asleep.

As Sir Sigismund de Lyons tread the waters endlessly, hopelessly, he could not outlive the idea that he had served his king... until their last dying breath. The sword had been tucked away, and a letter sent. It was not enough... it was never enough. He was going to die like his king, yet his death would be in silence- in shadow- in nothingness. The void took more of him into her depths.

Foul winds blew over Balian, bringing with them the stench of blood and sweat. The walls of the Capital lay barren, torn to shreds by hundreds of rocks. The cannons still fired, though their shots were far between. Surely, most of the Burgundian Imperial forces had relinquished manning them to attack through the breeches. League men poured through the walls, striking down those who remained to sleep forever in the city's ruins. Waves of men rushed onward, waving through the palisades and mazes of wood. The few Balianites that remained attempted to hold their ground, but there was little hope of beating back this darkness. It was inevitable… and they understood… Sigismund understood. He had been waiting for the initial wave of Hellfire at the front gates, but now that they had broken through, he had pulled back to their secondary defenses. Yet as he drew backward, he found himself blocked by fellow soldiers who attempted to make their way back to the church. He cried out as he watched the King swarmed by Burgundian soldiers, yet was helpless to get to him as he was continuously pushed backwards. He watched as Norns, Numendelians, Burgundians, and Elves flew through their positions in front of the front gate and focused their gaze towards the Church. Then he watched as they cut through the remaining forces that had been left. Sigismund paused, breaking his way through the retreating crowd to bring his steel to their own. His sword lofted and broke the stance of one soldier, yet two more advanced upon him, raising their blade and bringing them downward in a strike. One bastard-sword down its way across his armor, leaving a large gash where his plate was. The other, however, fell upon his face. The cool blade cut deep into his skin, and he could feel the blood begin to ooze down his face. Darkness took him- and he could not tell if he was dead. The exhaustion gripped him… His face flared in pain, yet his adrenaline kept him upright. Surely he was to die… his eyes… he couldn’t force his eyes open. The blood. It had to be the blood. He forced himself to believe as time slowed to but a few motions. He couldn’t force his eyes to open… Then there was a force upon his chest, causing him to be thrust from his position. He hit the railing and screamed as he felt his body tip over the side. His fall was brief, and he plunged into the depths below. The cold water, however, did not halt the searing pain on his skin as the salt washed into his wounds. Still could he not see? The blood washed away, yet no sight returned to him. The world was darkness to him. And it would be when they found him and killed him. He sank below the waves before bobbing just above the surface. He did this once… twice… three times… yet nobody came. The sounds of fighting still echoed through the city briefly before the cries of agony and steel died down. Soon, cheers echoed. Yet no voices called for him. He remained bobbing and treading. Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Years… time was irrelevant as he floated in darkness. The image of his Brethren being slain flashed through his mind. Soon, cheers and chatter turned to silence… hours of silence. He felt tears flow down his face as he was unsure where to go… or what to do. The deepening void filled him, and he felt his hope, the little Sigismund had to begin, dwindling as well. His heart panged- he was drowning: mentally, physically, emotionally. The weight sat upon the entirety of his soul. And so he did the only thing that was left to do… Sigismund hopelessly pleaded for restoration.

MUSIC VIDEO Balian Annum, 161 High above the blackened sky, The light has just kissed the night, Silhouettes on the rise, Marching towards Portoregne. Hear the bells quivering Hear the drums, drums beating, Silhouettes, doom they bring Yet the Balianites do sing (They sing) Men, they want us dead, They want us red, They want our heads, We won’t let them. Without a fight, Don’t close your eyes, We’ll die tonight, We won’t fly tonight. We’re here to stand, Till the last man, Fall for our land, And the Novellen. Hear us sing, Voice thundering, No faltering, We Fight for the King. Fight for the King Fight for the King Fight for the King Fight for the King Die for the King Die for the King Die for the King Die for the King Die for the King We’re still breathing, Though Deaths waiting, It’s Novellen Or it's Nothing. Signed and Dated: Balian Annum, 161

"They just keep talking... Will they ever realize they are simply a lapdog for Human Empires?" A certain de Lyons quipped.

Rhúnedain Dúnedhel grinned as he laid down the hammer upon his anvil and reached to wipe the sweat of his brow with his forearm. “Let us hope they are prepared for us, brother.”

Gaspard of Ashford watched as a brother he had barely known was slain. Gaspard stood in the background, beside Edumond... They would never get to greet him... He was gone. "You were always my better, dear brother. And I was envious of your likability and demeanor. I had hoped to make amends with you whilst reclining here in the skies."