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"You know, I wish a flame demon would arise so we could find and kill it." Uttered a Savoyard, unknowledgable to the things going on halfway across the realm.

CANONE SANCTORUM: SANCTITAS ET VIRTUS By Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML 9TH OF MSITZA AG DARGUND, 463 E.S. | 9TH OF HARREN'S FOLLY, 1910 ST. ADRIAN OF LEUVAARDEN Patron Saint of Statesmen, Lawyers, and Politics A Saint of Politics, a Prophet of Faith, Hadrien de Sarkozy's legacy in life, A sharp wit and an unshakeable belief, In the cause he championed even in strife. His works and wisdom created a culture, Of pride, patriotism and duty, And in his time, the Kaedreni flourished, His teachings would spread throughout the new frontier. The chosen one to create a doctrine, To define and outline the faith, To promote and protect the High Pontiff's rule, To uphold the church and its grace. But his life was cut abruptly short, By a burglar who took the life of a saint, Though his death still haunts us today, His life's work still stands tall and great. Through the miracles of his sword and scripture, His legacy lives on for all to see, A testament to his faith and devotion, Forever enshrined in posterity. ST. AMYAS OF YORE Patron Saint of Medicine, Healing, Botany and Wild Herbs Amidst the suffering of a kingdom, oppressed by greed and darkness, St. Amyas shined like a beacon of hope. A humble figure of self-sacrifice and mercy, He devoted his life to tending the wounded and ill, Fearing neither contagion nor death. In pursuit of charity he set about healing the afflicted, Applying the healing arts to combat the wicked rotbrain plague. His faithfulness rewarded, his life spared, As his pure soul was sheltered from the virus' touch. Such resilience and courage a testament to godly power, His deeds of altruism granted him leave to join the clergy. Thus did his legend rise as a beacon of salvation, His miracles restoring hope to a populace oppressed. The lame boy healed, the rose petals imbued, The saintly life of Amyas awed the righteous few. ST. CATHERINE OF FELSEN Patron Saint of Integrity, Innocence, Refugees and the Vessian People Saint Catherine, a princess by birth, A woman of honesty, purity and worth. Raised in a time of war, she sought to help the poor, Providing food and clothing, so they could endure. The Dukes’ War had left many in need, Catherine did her best, her heart to lead. She married but their wedding bed was never shared, For both their virtue and faith to be bared. Standing by her brother, she was ever true, No matter the highs or lows, her loyalty grew. Until the day she passed away, at the age of fifty, But looking not a year past thirty. At her funeral, a miracle did occur, The touching of her casket caused a demon to stir. The leader of devils, made human anew, Was a sign of the goodness Catherine knew. ST. CHARLES OF PETRUS Patron Saint of Strength, Fortitude and Prisoners of War 'Twas the saint of strength and fortitude, The Duke of Barbanov, St. Karl, Bold and brave, his deeds of love, Proved his kind yet resolute heart. In the North, his legacy burned, A beacon of hope, his courage earned, From the shackles of strife and strife, Karl set his people free to life. A symbol of faith and justice true, His piety and kindness shone through, In Ayr and Hiebenhall alike, He taught of God and gave advice. His courage no foe could break, The great worm of Athera he did take, Sacrificing his life for all, He rose to glory, never to fall. Oh, Charles of Petrus, may your name be sung, Your courage, strength and fortitude, Your miracles and holiness, Inspire all who seek your aid. Through thick and thin, though long since gone, Your spirit lives on, no matter the storm, A patron saint of prisoners of war, Your legacy and faith forevermore. ST. DANIEL OF AL’KHAZAR Patron Saint of Peace, Cities, Pilgrims, and Travel A King of Oren, a modest lad, Not sure of his future, his faith not yet had, But fate intervened and he took the throne, A scholar of theology, a ruler of stone. He left his seat to found a new one, A place of pilgrimage, to the lost city of none, Al'Khazar was born, a bustling metropolis, A center of culture, commerce, and prestige. He was beloved by all, a king who cared, Who blended in with his subjects, disguised as a beggar mere, He abdicated the throne, and began to preach, Travelling far and wide, to the furthest of each, He spread the faith, to the remote corners of land, Converting many, with his miracles in hand. The 5th Great Drought of Kramoroe was his great feat, His wooden staff found fourteen wellsprings, So that the city could drink and eat. The footprints he left behind, never faded in the sand, Proved his faith, a true miracle of man. HIGH PONTIFF, ST. DANIEL I OF ABRESI Patron Saint of Scholarship, Canonist Coalitions, Fidei Defensors, and Literature Saint Daniel, patron of scholarship, Fidei Defensors, literature and coalitions, Your miracles of inkwells and quills, Bring forth from the Church's many nations. Your mission is of Canon law and knowledge, Brought to the people in their own tongue, Endowed the clerics with wisdom and faith, For their people to sing your praises in their song. From Aesterwald you brought an end to their schism, The warring factions united at last, The Canonists stood victorious, Though it seemed hope had long since past. Your pen brought forth justice and truth, Your faith shown in your every word, Your tireless work and dedication, We honour and remember, Saint Daniel, Reader of the Lord. ST. EDMOND OF LACHSIN Patron Saint of Knights, Hospitality, Baronial lords, and the Auvergnian People Ser Edmond, nobleman of Auvergne, A patron saint of knights and hospitality, His mercy shone in battles long past, The Order of the White Rose his crowning cast, He took the Auvergnian people to better lands, Offering protection from Orenian bands, Humility and hospitality, love in tow. He welcomed with open arms, friend and foe. Called to war against Urguanian dwarves, Edmond acted as the epitome of all knights' worths, Perishing on the field, his legacy did endure, Through miracles of his sword, for that he was sure. A knight of honor, he lit the way, For others to follow, so they could pray, His flame will always keep burning bright, By God's grace, his deeds will shine in the night. ST. EMMA OF WOLDZMIR Patron Saint of the Schism War, Soldiers, Loyalty, Valour against Odds, and Adrians The proud and noble Emma, Patron saint of the schism war, Her courage and loyalty, Inspiring her followers ever more. In the heat of battle, when all hope was lost, A miracle of her spirit arises, A single arrow, skyward shot, The ground split, the maiden's fate revised. The Adrian soldiers' bravery and valour, In the face of overwhelming odds, Imploring Emma's intercession, Her apparition leading them to God. The spirit of Emma, ever present, Helping the Canonists on their way, To a victory that could not have been done, Without her light, blessing them on their way. HIGH PRIEST ST. EVERARD I OF AL’KHAZAR Patron Saint of Holy Tradition, and Those Persecuted for their Faith From a prince of the House of Hightower, Saint Everard rose in the face of power, A scholar and keeper of holy rites, He defended their faith from Iblees' might. His faith was tested 'neath the Red Cross light, His courage was steadfast in the darkest night, He faced torture and persecution with grace, Never once backing down from his faith's embrace. The Undead prophets sought to raise his form, But his spirit was forever safe from their storm, His miracles protected the Aegan clergymen, And his faith forever lives on in the end. So let us remember the Patron Saint of faith, Whose courage and trust in the Lord was true, Recall Everard's legacy of tradition, As we carry on his faith in the days to come. ST. GODWEIN OF HUNTSHILL Patron Saint of Honesty, Woodworkers, and Skin Afflictions Miraculous Godwein, noble and true, For his devotion and faithfulness few We think back on his memory and life's humble mien, As Patron Saint of honesty, woodworkers, and afflictions of skin. The Asulonian badlands, his home and his life, To restore truth, honor, and peace was his strife. He sold fine timber to merchants in trade, Through honest labor, fortune he made. Enamored by St. Daniel's spirit and grace, Godwein set out to serve King Godfrey's face. He sought to discuss faith with the Mori'quessir, But a fungal growth upon his visage did appear. The blemish grew and grew, 'til it engulfed half his face, But Godwein did not give up his quest for grace. He prayed three days and nights at St. Everard's Church, The growth melted away like morning's dew on the birch. Godwein devoted the remainder of his life, In aiding the poor and those in strife. He kept his word even in death, Finally resting in peace with his final breath. Miracles of Godwein abound and endure, His axe and shield never dull, his body so pure. He lives on through his legacy of faith and honesty, Patron Saint of woodworkers, skin, and serenity. SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Borris Iver Kortrevich, Kossar of Queen Maya and the Lily

Sebastien smiles, for his meeting with Lady Cosima has lead to more things just as they discussed. "How far they have come. I am glad."

Jenkins is on his way to becoming the next Brandon Sanderson!!!

Definitely downward towards Haense, shifted over maybe 2/5 to Savoy

ANTHEMS OF BROTHERHOOD: BALLAD FROM BRETHREN By Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML ON THIS 8TH OF VYZMEY AG HYFF, 463 E.S. The Bannerman An arm of courage, a quivering heart, A steadfast stance, a banner unfurled; The one who holds the standard bravely, Though fear may creep, no fear will come to pass. In the midst of tumult and tumultous cries, The one who holds the banner high, Their courage undiminished, no matter the cost, Their banner waves, a symbol of hope and pride. The one who holds the banner steadfast and true, Their spirit never broken, no matter the odds, For they shall stand, unyielding and proud, Shielding their kin, 'till the very last breath. So let us raise a cheer for the one who holds the banner, For their courage and bravery, no greater tale can be told, For one who fights for what they hold dear, Tis their courage that keeps the banner aloft. The Auxilary The Auxilary, with an implacable mien, Their courage and strength, an unyielding sheen, From their ranks arose an intangible sense, Of cohesiveness and an indomitable defense. In moments of reverie, their will is tested, To fight and protect, so their enemies are bested, Their unflappable valor, so resolute and true, For nation and country, they will fight, through and through. The Auxilary, with their hearts, minds and souls, Their duty and honor, never to be consoled, For those who need it, they'll give their all, To ensure safety and security, for one and for all. Their steadfast resolve and their unbreakable bond, Will never waiver, for their commitment is beyond, With strength and courage, they may face the unknown, But in the end, their honor and pride will be shown. The Dummer The Drummer beats his drum, A rhythmic symphony of sound, The thunderous pulse reverberates, As the bracing din surrounds. The masses raise their voices loud, To rally to his beckon call, Their march to combat is emboldened, As the thudding echoes through the hall. His beat is like a hammer strike, Urging on the stalwart troops, His pounding drives them onward, His rhythm fueling their resolve. The clashing of the swords, The clash of steel against steel, The clang of armour, the roar of battle, Is all driven by the drum's appeal. The bass drums are a battle cry, A rousing anthem of warfare, The din of drums goads them on, To fight a hostile foe with flair. The thunderous beat of the drum, Is a symphony of warfare, The battle drummer shouts his song, To lead the masses to their final war. The Blacksmith The Blacksmith, a master of his art, Forging molten steel with iron heart. The sparks that fly, the cries that roar, Making the beats of metal an elegant choir. The anvil clangs, the forge is hot, The smithy's hands move swift and swift. The glowing embers, the ringing bell, Resound in rhythm, his music swell. His art, his passion, his labors well, Tireless and true, through thick and thin. His hammer strikes, his temperance strong, The heated metal, he shapes so long. A craftsman's skill, an artisan's eye, His works of beauty, set high in sky. From sword and shield, to horseshoe and nail, The blacksmith his toil does not fail. The Quartermaster Meticulous, precise, and in charge, The Quartermaster stands, bold and large. He surveys the armory, with a keen eye And dispenses arms to all who pass by. His inventory is vast and grand Each weapon polished, ready to hand. He maintains the arsenal, so that none lack A way to protect and to fight back. The Quartermaster is the leader of the guard, For his wisdom and skill, he is highly regarded. He is the one upon whom all soldiers depend To provide them with arms, and the courage to defend. His knowledge and skill, his expertise, Are an invaluable asset to the military. He ensures that all are equipped, and never left behind His duty is fulfilled, and his mission aligned. The Nurse The Nurse, a stalwart angel of mercy, Ensconced in a cape of altruistic benevolence, Devoted to the care of the ailing and infirm, Is a paragon of meticulous diligence. Her gaze is a beacon of succor and solace, Her hands are a balm to the broken and weak, Her voice is a gentle hymn of sustenance, For the comforted and comfortless alike. Her efforts are a tribute to fortitude, Her cause is a monument to altruistic grace, Her ministrations are a testament to empathy, For the destitute and destitution-stricken. The Nurse is a phoenix of unconquerable grace, An emblem of strength amid a storm of distress, A wellspring of mercy for the ailing and forlorn, Whose balm of compassion never knows reprieve. The Chaplain This man of faith did stand with solemn grace, Ceremoniously offering counsel and embrace, As he stood and stared with a quiet peace, Succouring souls in affliction to release. He pondered depths of a complex hue, Illumined by the serenity that shone through, Invoking fears and passions again, As sheltering arms did reach around lend. The chaplain's sacred strength profane, At the heart of darkness comfort did reign, Risking and sacrificing for the fallen to be saved, Til bloody wars no more are engraved. A man’'s treasured adages affirmed, Ameliorating anguish and anguish unconfirmed, Heralding redemption from a hellish mire, Unraveling pains of the soul in despair. The Minstrel The star-crossed field of battle lies before, Where steel doth clash in hope of victory's store, And amidst the din and clang and cry of war, The minstrel's song conjures a heartfelt roar. The rattling anvil of his quill strikes the night, As swords collide and spears pierce with their might, His words come swift, his speech is out of sight, Crafting tales of courage, a compelling sight. He sings of fate's ill-fated wheel that turns, Of duty and honour so detested in spurn, His melodies enthrall, enrapture, and charm, Riveting to their core the serried throng's calms. He summons strength and courage in those who lament, In a foe's terror, a friend's zeal, his words are fervent, The clamour of steel, the beating of drums, Aroused to battle by the battle minstrel's hums. Aye, his song is an invocation of grandeur and stone, Resolver of woes, a bridge 'twixt fate and known, A most miraculous power forms its timeless rhyme, The sweetest of tunes from the battle minstrel's clime. The Alchemist Figurative flames, an alchemy sublime Enchanting secrets and mysteries of time With infinite tomes unlocking one’s fate Unveiling truth amid the indefinable great Uncorked esoteric elixirs of life Ebbing free energy at the edge of the knife Promethean sanctuaries set forth with a spark The lost soul’s dreams stir within the dark Unconventional methods casting out a new light Mysticism and alchemy come into sight A trail of stardust guides our way Unveiling the real world from mere dismay Twinkling lamp from which wisdom seals A brand of profundity that never reveals Miraculous formulae to be reaped and sown As the alchemist’s path to greatness is shown. The Mage Awe-inspiring, enraptured in thought; A wise, time-honoured mage, Naught could have ever tore her from her fervent trance. Thoughts arcane, arcane enchanted; Bedecked in mystical regalia, an august vision she was, Far e'er in the antiquity of the distant past; Time-worn and Grecian poise; Divinest, surreal craft unleashed and unbridled, She was, truly the apex of the ancient's art; Divining, magix divine; Insinuating the unfathomable, of the cosmic and the aeonic, The secrets of the source per chance. Etheral, trails of light; The mysteries of the nomic quivered, beneath the bravura of her power, The secrets of the spheres, and the sorceries of the night. Mystification e'er supreme; A devoted journey of prescience, in intellectual opulence, Imbued with the spirit of unbound exploration, awe-inspiring, e'er serene. SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML Battle-Bard of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, Knight-Bard of the Order of the Crow, and Court-Poet of Hanseti-Ruska.

Sebastien Ashford de Savoie looked upon circlet of his aunt, glancing into that large ruby to view his own distorted face. "I have found your offspring at long last- I must go introduce myself."

Sebastien Ashford d'Savoie is very proud of his son!

Hallowed Adoration: A Canonist Hymnal - Volume II By Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML 8TH OF MSITZA AG DARGUND, 461 E.S. | 8TH OF HARREN'S FOLLY, 1908 Be Thou Our Solid Rock Our souls cry out in fervent prayer To ward off the darkness' snares, To strengthen against temptation's lure, And find the path that leads to God. O Lord, Thou art our shield and guide, Our bulwark 'gainst the foe. Keep us safe from every wile, That we not yield to temptation's throes. Let us stay the course of righteousness, Let us heed the voice of truth. Let us not be misled by the cunning lies That would lead us far away from You. O Lord, Thou art our shield and guide, Our bulwark 'gainst the foe. Keep us safe from every wile, That we not yield to temptation's throes. Help us to be ever faithful, Truly seeking Thee alone. Let us find our sure refuge in Thee And leave temptation's path far behind. O Lord, Thou art our shield and guide, Our bulwark 'gainst the foe. Keep us safe from every wile, That we not yield to temptation's throes. Timeless Immemorial, anon and ay, Thou art everlasting night and day; Time as naught, before Thy might, Eternity, forever in Thy sight. Unchanging, incorporeal essence, Thou reign o'er all that comes and goes; Undying memories precious kept, In Thine arms, all is safe and wept. Elderly wisdom, ageless grace, Sublime hopes of a timeless place; Forever now, forever then, Thou art evermore, amen. Lord of Perfect Justice Oh righteous Lord, adored by many, Your justice shines so brightly, Your glory doth so expand and grow, Stirring hearts with almighty awe! For Thou art righteous, merciful, On us Thy judgments justly fell, Though we were lost in sin’s dark night, Thy grace did fuel our will to fight! Break forth in joy with mighty song, Thanksgiving to the sovereign Lord, Let praise ascend to Heaven's height Ascribing glory evermore! Now, strengthened by Thy holy word, We seek justice in all we do, To compass right that brings return And mercy to the orphaned poor. Champion Thou the forgotten lowly, And erase the wicked’s inequality, Grant healing on the broken-hearted And solace they may ever see. Restore the victims of oppressors, Grant recompense to those ostracized, Let those neglected embraced rightly And peace to their souls facilitated. Your justice, Lord, us now sustains, Your truth, eternally surging forth, Thine anger’s blaze sated finally; Thy faithfulness endures for evermore! With Thee we’ll ever stand for justice, Sounding praises to Thy holy name, Thy word shall move our hearts to action And expel the need of worldly fame. From Earth to Heaven, holy God, Thy justice like the heavens broad, Shall always reach the victimized And bring light to those abroad. From Toil to Shelter A Healing sweetness, Reaching out with gentle hands . Wisdom of the Father, Satisfying the Soul's demand . Blessing all mankind, A Kindness they extend. A Hope redeemed by Love, Let Heavens blessings descend. Hope overflowing, A Mighty song is sung. The Strength of Heaven, Filling hearts with word and tongue. Advancing grace to all, Blessing without fail. Within the great mercy, Strength for the frail. With loyal hearts we sing, Honoring His will. Adorned with loving kindness, Obeying His command still. With humble trust we seek, A Greater source of grace. Providing Hope for each, Called unto an Endless space. Strangers of love, Welcomed with open door. A Comfort of Care, Infused from Heaven’s shore. A Savior to restore, Joyful and profound. Enveloped in His mercy, Wrapped in His sound. Caring for the Hurting, Our Mercy never lack. A Refuge given freely, Lifting up each heart on track. Let us go forward, Following The Lord’s example. Leading by our actions, Our hearts we resample. Embracing Care For The suffering, Let Heavens love prevail. Spread out the word, Renewed with mercy all hail. Holding tight the blessed, Hope enduring still. Caring for the Hurting, Blessing us with no ill. Caring For The Hurting, Lord Guard us from harm. Light a Lamp to Guide us, Guiding us from the storm. Lead us in your Majesty, Comfort our souls in grace. Caring for the Hurting, a greater hope to embrace. We Come to You We come to You, O Lord, In humble adoration, We seek Your grace and mercy, In our supplication. We praise You, Lord, for all You've done, Your love and mercy never cease, Your grace and peace are ever near, We thank You for Your faithfulness. We come to You, O Lord, In times of joy and sorrow, Your love and grace sustain us, In each new tomorrow. We praise You, Lord, for all You've done, Your love and mercy never cease, Your grace and peace are ever near, We thank You for Your faithfulness. We come to You, O Lord, In times of need and plenty, Your grace and mercy guide us, In our journey through life's journey. We praise You, Lord, for all You've done, Your love and mercy never cease, Your grace and peace are ever near, We thank You for Your faithfulness. Come Hither, Near to Me. Draw near to the Lord, our God, Come to Him with all your heart. He will hear your every plea, And He will never depart. Draw near to the Lord, our God, Come to Him with all your heart. He will hear your every plea, And He will never depart. Draw near to the Lord, our God, He will guide you in His way. He will show you what is right, And He will never stray. Draw near to the Lord, our God, Come to Him with all your heart. He will hear your every plea, And He will never depart. Draw near to the Lord, our God, He will give you strength and peace. He will be your faithful guide, And He will never cease. Draw near to the Lord, our God, Come to Him with all your heart. He will hear your every plea, And He will never depart. Lead Not Lead not my soul into temptation, For temptation's path is dark and drear. Though I wander in its vast domain, Still, lead not my soul into temptation. From the shadows of this dark abyss, Seductive whispers call to me. They promise wealth, and power, and fame, But I must not heed such siren's song. Lead not my soul into temptation, Though I may stumble and fall. Let me not be tempted by sin, For I know it leads to ruin and despair. Let me not be swept away by lust, Or drown in the depths of greed. May I never be ensnared by pride, Lest I forget the path of truth. Lead not my soul into temptation, Though I may feel the pull of pride. Let me not be led astray by the lies, Of those who seek to fill their own desires. For I know the way of righteousness, Is the path of peace and joy. Let me stay true to what is right, And never lead my soul into temptation. Grant Me Grant me peace, O Lord, Let me be serene and still; In the depths of my heart, Let me find solace and fill. Grant me peace, O Lord, Let me be calm and composed; In the depths of my soul, Let me find comfort and repose. Grant me peace, O Lord, Let me be at ease and tranquil; In the depths of my mind, Let me find tranquility and amicable. Grant me peace, O Lord, Let me be serene and placid; In the depths of my spirit, Let me find harmony and pacific. Grant me peace, O Lord, Let me be content and sedate; In the depths of my being, Let me find composure and plasticity. Even Amidst War God amongst war, Thy power we extol- Thou who art the Lord of nations, we bow our souls- Amidst the tumult of war, Thou dost reign- Though our lives be engulfed in flames, Thou dost remain- Though forges of war may rage, and cannons roar- Thou art the source of peace, our refuge evermore- Though armies rage and march, and weapons clash- Thou dost bring about a lasting peace, with the mere whisper of Thy staff- Though nations arm and train and prepare for battle- The Lord of Hosts stands firm, and no force can rattle- Though swords be drawn and swords be sheathed- Thou art one no force can seethe- Though arrows fly and spears soar- Thou dost remain our shelter and bolster- Though men may fall and cities burn- Our God is faithful, and will never turn- Though war has come, and armies move- Thou art the Lord of Peace, and nothing can ever disprove- Though hate and fear spread like a plague- Thou art our refuge, and our forever shield- Though death may come, and life be taken- Thou art the everlasting, and no force can break Thy Name- Though suffering may come, and darkness reign- Thou art the Light, and no force can ever contain- God amongst war, Thy power we extol- Thou who art the Lord of nations, we bow our souls- Though battles rage, and chaos reign- Thou dost bring about peace, with the mere whisper of Thy reign- Though wars may come and go, and men may die- Thou dost remain our hope, from which we never die. Seven Skies Seven Skies, an ode to the divine, A dirge of eulogy to the great divine; A prayer of thanks for the glory of the skies, A song of appreciation for their beauty and size. We lift our eyes to the heavens above, Cloaked in the sapphire veil of love; The stars, the moon, and the sun, Guide us all in their heavenly run. The ever-moving clouds of hues, Dancing freely in all their blues; The wind and rain, the snow and heat, The storms and thunder, the sun and sleet. The galaxies and stars, the planets and moons, The comets, asteroids, and planets in their tunes; The sun, the stars, and all of space, The ethereal beauty of the seven skies we face. The stars a-twinkle in their formations, The planets and moons in their constellations; The night sky a-shimmer with starlight, The dawn sky ablaze in its twilight. The endless sky, vast and wide, The heavens above, so deep and high; The sun and the moon, the stars and the day, The beauty of the seven skies will stay. The seven skies, a sight so grand, A sight that no one can withstand; The beauty of the heavens will never die, For they will be here, in seven skies. SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Borris Iver Kortrevich, Kossar of Queen Maya and the Lily

Borris stood in the same spot that he has been when Sigismund III had perished… the same spot he had stooped down to pick up his cousin’s circlet off of the dusty ground. “Rest well, Sergei.”

"Romstun, Von Draco, Von husenwhatzit... who the f*** cares." Grumbled an Old Kortrevich.

Ser Sebastien of the Order of the Crow watched on. It was over as quickly as it had began. He stood over the water basin, cleaning the dried blood off of his armor. Gwendel, his friend for many years, now sat upon the opposite side. He prayed they should not meet upon the field of battle.

Selection of Poetry - Volume Twenty-Two On this 8th of VYZMEY AG HYFF, 462 E.S. Aloft the County wall Aloft the county wall I stand, Gazing out o'er the land. All is still, save for the rustle Of leaves in the gentle breeze. The sun hangs low in the sky, Casting a pink and orange glow O'er the scene before me. In the distance, a church bells chimes, The sound echoing through the valley. A dog barks, and a cow lowing Are the only other sounds I hear. The peace and quiet of this place Fill me with a calm serenity. Though all around me is bustle and noise, Here I am at peace. Dead and Gone Your time has come to an end- You were a bright light in our lives- But now you're dead and gone- We'll never see your smile again- Your laugh was like music to our ears- But now it's silent forever- You were the life of the party- But now you're gone, and we're left behind. We'll never forget you- You were one of a kind. But now you're dead and gone- And we'll never be the same. Terror, a Tyrant’s Weapon Terror is a tyrant's tool, A weapon of oppression and fear, A way to control the population And drown out any hope of cheer. For in the tyrant's grasp, The people are denied their rights, Their freedoms, their will, Their lives left in a plight. The tyrant commands the masses, Claims all is for their own good, But in truth, the sole purpose Is power, and only power understood. Fear is the tyrant's game, A game of manipulation, Creating an atmosphere of dread Where no voice of hope can be heard in the nation. The tyrant uses terror as a tool, To keep the people in distress, Out of fear of retribution The people can do nothing but repress. With terror, the tyrant rules, Able to control the people's minds, To make them believe they are nothing And that their lives are not worth their time. The tyrant has no mercy For those who oppose his will, He will crush anyone who speaks out, And keep his power firmly still. Terror is a tyrant's tool To keep the people in their place, To keep them believing That resistance is a fool's race. But no one can keep the people down For hope and courage will still arise, And the tyrant's reign will crumble, As the people reclaim what they prize. Last Resorts The last resorts of hope, so fleeting and frail, Are a source of solace, yet also of wail. A final attempt to salvage what remains, A faint glimmer of light, in the darkness of pain. The desperation of the soul, in its darkest hour, A plea for deliverance, in a time of power. A last chance to restore, what was once so strong, A desperate attempt, to right what was wrong. The last resorts of hope, so fragile and thin, A desperate grasp, for a chance to begin. A last attempt to reclaim, what was once lost, A desperate attempt, to regain what was tossed. The last resorts of hope, so fragile and faint, A chance to redeem, what was once so quaint. A final attempt to restore, what was once pure, A desperate attempt, to endure. Glass Souls Glassy souls, achromatic and still, Inert and silent, yet alive with will. Their luminous auras, faint and meek, Glimmer in the dark, yet never speak. Tranquil and serene, they drift and sway, Unconcerned with the passing of day. Ethereal and vaporous, they linger on, Their placid forms, forever drawn. Mutable and elusive, they are hard to find, In the murky depths of the human mind. Their spectral forms, like mist in the air, Are often seen, yet never there. Effulgent and diaphanous, they are hard to touch, But their presence is felt, like a gentle brush. The glassy souls, so enigmatic and still, Are forever here, yet never will. HIS LORDSHIP, Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML Battle-Bard of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, Knight-Bard of the Order of the Crow, and Court-Poet of Hanseti-Ruska.

The Snow Melts By Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML 6th of Jula ag Piov, 462 E.S. | 6th of Owyn’s Flame, 1909 S.A. The snow melts and a blanket of grief falls, For nations in eternal ruination, Once proud and bright and blessed with prosperity, Now only a broken echo of noble aspirations. The coming of greed consumed the fate of many, A false hope of riches, a perfume of vanity. Power and authority beguiled their souls, They were enchanted, seduced, enthralled. A stagnant beginning to an invisible end, Rulers of these nations, blinded by desire. Lost in the potential of short-term gains, They failed to recognize the multifaceted peril. Thin threads of civilization unraveled, Collapsing architectures of antiquity. The snow melts, but the stains remain, Visible remnants of a reckless, ruined nation. A page of history closed in a heap of frozen waste, Beyond the quayside and the sandy shore. The snow melts, leaving dark shrouds to loom, Nothing stays behind, all is covered in gloom. Depraved and corrupt hearts now rest in stillness, Vanquished by a vice that was insatiable. Once glittering empires, no longer do they reign, Once proud and bright, now only a forgotten strain. The snow melts but the memories still linger, Memorials of a people and a time long past. The ice melts with a sorrowful silence, A reminder of the price of human vanity. A requiem for those that lost their lands, A treacherous tale of rulers and their demands. The snow melts and the cycle of devastation, Echoes through eternity, a lesson of rule and ruin. HIS LORDSHIP, Borris Iver Kortrevich, Kossar of Queen Maya and the Lily,

"Civil Var during the Empire, Civil Var during the Kingdom, Civil Var during the Commonvealth... Yam getting too old for this." A Kortrevich poet sighed softly as he looked on from a nation close to the border. "Bless us vith vyr holy sight, O' Godan above."

Hallowed Adoration: A Canonist's Hymnal - Volume I By Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML 7TH OF MSITZA AG DARGUND, 461 E.S. | 7TH OF HARREN'S FOLLY, 1908 S.A. He Who Is You, Who gives the thunder its voice, Who gives the lightning its brilliance, Who gives the wind its howl, And who gives the seas their depth. You, Who can call the storms with naught but a word, Who can smash the mountains with a single touch, Who can cause famine and flood with a whisper, And can bring great destruction to all in opposition. You, Who is forebearer to all goodly thing, Who is God above all, both believer and unbeliever, Who is holy and terrible, awesome and feared. And who is the root of all justice, power, and honor. You are God above, the most holy of holies. From you dawns the meaning of the living word, Enrapture us in your perfect light, That we may be blessed by walking with you. Over Us O Lord, creator of the Seven Skies, You are the one who reigns on high, Who gives us strength and hope when we are weak, Your love never fades away. We give You thanks, our faithful God, Your goodness overwhelming us, Our hearts are filled with joy, Your grace is ever new. Your scriptures gives us peace and assurance, Your knowledge never fails to guide, Your truth and mercy giving us comfort, Your promise lasting through the ages. We give You thanks, our faithful God, Your goodness overwhelming us, Our hearts are filled with joy, Your grace is ever new. We'll forever bless You O Lord, For all You've done, we give You praise, Your love surrounds us like a shield, You bring us strength and joy each day. We give You thanks, our faithful God, Your goodness overwhelming us, Our hearts are filled with joy, Your grace is ever new. Lead On, O’ God From the Seven Skies, our guard, Almighty God, Thou captain of our host, The foe’s on every side unmoved, Our help Thou Grants be lofty and most. Lead us, O Lord, to victory, Overturn the powers of wickedness, Give us strength of arm and shout, Our trust in Thee shall never fail. In battle we’ve faith, Thy leading hand Which will forever endure, And so by Thee from danger saved, Our warfare we shall courageously endure. Lead us, O Lord, to victory, Overturn the powers of wickedness, Give us strength of arm and shout, Our trust in Thee shall never fail. For Thee our God and sovereign King, We offer up our cry, That Thou may protect us through life, And o’er each foe our banner proudly fly. Lead us, O Lord, to victory, Overturn the powers of wickedness, Give us strength of arm and shout, Our trust in Thee shall never fail. The blazing shield of righteousness, Will fight each wild assault, With love divine proclaimed on high, To march securely in Thy victory won. Lead us, O Lord, to victory, Overturn the powers of wickedness, Give us strength of arm and shout, Our trust in Thee shall never fail. We’ll seek Thy counsel, through the fray, Devoutly Thee abjured, That Thou may surely rescue us, Forever keep us fortified. Lead us, O Lord, to victory, Overturn the powers of wickedness, Give us strength of arm and shout, Our trust in Thee shall never fail. Take My Pain When we are suffering from pain and strife, May God give us courage to get through this life. Lift our faith and help us see beyond the night, Bring us peace and joy that our hearts can ignite. Suffer not in silence, for God is by your side Let Him fill your heart and speak what His Word provides. His love to us, so freely given, Brings glory and honor, even when we’re livin’. Through every storm, no matter how strong, Let our faith in God make all battles won. He alone will bring us everlasting light, To guide us away from the darkness of night. Suffer not in silence, for God is by your side Let Him fill your heart and speak what His Word provides. His love to us, so freely given, Brings glory and honor, even when we’re livin’. No matter how we feel, He will lead us on, Till the end of our days, we shall never be gone. Takes us into the presence of Horen’s home. Where joy and peace forevermore is known. Suffer not in silence, for God is by your side, Let Him fill your heart and speak what His Word provides. His love to us, so freely given, Brings glory and honor, even when we’re livin’. Beauty of The Highest Accord Verily the sweetest hymn of worship ascends From our souls to the throne of His mercy, Where blessedness is found and peace amends In merging of spirit and glory. The mighty works of His infinite grace Bring us to the hallowed heights of life; Where our hearts in reverent adoration raise The song of honor to end all strife. As we, the temple of His sovereignty, Are gathered in the bliss of His reign, Let us lift our voices in unity To the heavens and proclaim His acclaim. God's presence be seen in all of our lives, As we are joined in this uplifting hymn; Unite us in spirit that we may strive To promote His love with one accord. O Lord, we rejoice in this limitless bliss Which exalts us to a higher plane; Where our hearts with Your heavenly grace enveloped is In an ever-reaching bond of faith. Thou Art on High Sing praises to our Lord who brought us salvation, A gift of grace to us, His treasured nation, Behold the blessed hope of eternal life, This enduring peace within, a comforting light. From the Lord's throne we'll proclaim, Thanks be to the Lord for our eternal salvation, Redemption through God we'll find again, Thanks be to God for our eternal salvation. He sent His only son so we could be free, His mercy far surpasses what our hearts can see, The Kingdom of the Seven Skies awaits us at the end, His love forever strong, a mercy to defend. From the Lord's throne we'll proclaim, Thanks be to God for our eternal salvation, Redemption through God we'll find again, Thanks be to God for our eternal salvation. Our hope in God is secure so we can abound, From death to life He brings hope, salvation found, We hold fast to Him, no longer shall we stray, He will keep us safe, eternal joy to gain. From the Lord's throne we'll proclaim, Thanks be to God for our eternal salvation, Redemption through God we'll find again, Thanks be to God for our eternal salvation. In Tender Loving Embrace Creator of peace, O gentle breeze Bring to us your tranquil ease. With our cares, all laid to rest Let your calming powers caress. Let us lay upon the hill In Your presence our blessing fill. Our hearts held in awe and fear Fearful of the Lord, we draw near. Come, grant us tranquil peace O, Lord, grant us full release. Your grace and mercy, our shield For God's sake, let us be healed. Let us hover in sweet repose Amidst the stillness, all our woes. Our love, untarnished and true Remain beneath the heavenly blue. In Your spirit, all our strife We lay at the foot of the tree of life. Your arms greet us with warm embrace We wait to behold Your awesome grace. Praises to The Lord Above Sing Praise to Him who reigns in glory, Our God of majesty and might, Whose loyal love in wondrous story Spans the Seven Skies and earth with light. As kings are turned to dust and ashes, His kingdom ever shall remain, Our trust in Him ne’er shall be quashed By life’s relentless toil and strain. We humbly kneel and seek His favor, Whose mercy is a vast abyss, In shadowed meekness we endeavor To bask in His grandiose bliss. A thousand generations have spoken Of God’s never-ending grace, A resplendent truth had soon been woken, For His presence we ever shall trace. We sing aloud ‘gainst grief and sorrow, O’er them we gain a mighty trump, He guides us through our changing morrow, Shields us from pain and rueful hump. O’er all who errant miss the wonders Of His holy house in bliss, One hope remaineth now and yonder, For His tender mercy hath no end. A prayer and sacred chant we offer, For each God-given solace we deem, That He be forever the proffer, Of rapturous joy and the heavly beam; For unto Him we shall call incessantly, As He transcends through time unfurled, In glory’s resplendence effulgently, His majesty eternally unfurled. Endless and Eternal Awake, O ye nations, raise your voices on high In reverental praise to God, the eternal One; Our hearts and our minds we humbly do employ To honor divine greatness that does never succumb. He is the timeless, infinite Lord, Ancestor of firmament, and unseen sustainer of all; His counsel will never be recalled; Everlasting, unbreakable, His power will forever enthrall. The pow'r of the our Lord is a splendorous grace, Beyond all measure or fathoming of man; The wisest of mortals must bow in His space, As He claims the heavens and threads life's stratagem. He is the timeless, infinite Lord, Ancestor of firmament, and unseen sustainer of all; His counsel will never be recalled; Creator of chaos, for His throne will ever be tall. Our reverence to Him should be ever immense, In worship that's granted, with ceaseless adoration; For He is the same, existing in immense, Transcendent eternity, boundless and ever-abiding existence! He is the timeless, infinite Lord, Ancestor of firmament, and unseen sustainer of all; His counsel will never be recalled; Creator of chaos, for His throne will ever be tall. Even in The Dark In this life, we all may wander, Through changes of night and day; Yet our hearts remain forever lonely, At times we cannot say. O Lord, send us comfort in our sadness, Send us solace in our strife. Send us courage to keep living, In the darkness of our life. When we try to face the future, Our spirits cannot soar; We feel the isolation, Of a life that we can't ignore. O Lord, send us comfort in our sadness, Send us solace in our strife. Send us courage to keep living, In the darkness of our life. Though the world becomes our prison, And binds us in despair, Your grace shall be our shelter, Your mercy, our despair. O Lord, send us comfort in our sadness, Send us solace in our strife. Send us courage to keep living, In the darkness of our life. SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Borris Iver Kortrevich, Kossar of Queen Maya and the Lily

From Circlet to Crown [!] Depiction of the coronation of His Royal Majesty, Koeng Georg I and his consort, Her Royal Majesty, Koenas Esfir of Jerovitz. By Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML ON THIS 12TH OF TOV AG YERMEY, 461 E.S. See the boy now become a man, From ages past to current growth, In all the splendor, a glorious display, Watch the crown rest upon a new brow. And as the progenitor falls into legend, Let the might and power of ruling fall, Not unto the ground where it may scatter, But into the worthy embrace of a protector. As the authority comes forth, May the wisdom too, flow in excess, That every decision will be set, Built not in sand, but in a solid foundation. Thou art to be called majesty, the hope to those who have little. Thou art to be called protector, the shield to the defenseless Thou art to be called ruler, the light to the entire nation. Thou shalt hold many titles, Prince of Canondom, Protector of the Highlanders, Defender of the Faith, and King of Hanseti-Ruska. Thou art to be their leader and servant. So take up thy throne, with unbreakable zeal, And let the council of all those before shroud you, In the name of Godan above, shall take thine oath, And fulfill the duties that weigh on thy shoulders. SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML Battle-Bard of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, Knight-Bard of the Order of the Crow, and Court-Poet of Hanseti-Ruska.

DUNIY, SZAR, AG ARANY: Ve Bottel i Ricksburg Issued By THE COUNTESS OF OTISTADT 8th of Vyzmey ag Hyff, 461 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, In Celebration of the Heir to the County of Otistadt’s eighth birthday, House Ludovar wishes to host a tournament, calling all the best horsemen in the kingdom to come and joust. This event shall take place in the newly constructed tiltyard, which the Ludovar builders and family have taken immense pride in. This Joust will consist of as many wish to participate, and must sign up prior to the scheduled date within this missive. Last minute recipients shall be turned away and will not be allowed to participate. A prize of 300 mina shall be placed upon the winner of the tournament as well as the title of the Grandmaster of Ricksburg. The runner up shall receive a prize of 100 mina. [January 29th, 3pm est. County of Otistadt] FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE EXTENDED TO THE HAESENI PEERAGE: His Royal Majesty, The King of Hanseti-Ruska, and his royal retinue. @gusano Her Grace, the Duchess of Valwyck, represented by her Lord Regent, and her noble pedigree @Drew2_dude His Grace, the Duke of Vidaus, and his noble pedigree @Demavend His Grace, the Duke of Reinmar, and his noble pedigree @Fionn__TWG His Highness, Margrave of Eichenwalde, and his noble pedigree @ItemVendor The Right Honourable Count of Jerovitz, and his noble pedigree @MapleSunflower The Honorable Viscountess of Venzia, represented by her Lord Regent, and her noble pedigree @Kaladin Stormblessed His Lordship, the Baron of Arenisca, and his noble pedigree @Javert His Lordship, the Baron of Ostervik, and his noble pedigree @Lomiei His Lordship, the Baron of Verskaya, and his noble pedigree @poki His Lordship, the Baron of Zvaervauld, and his noble pedigree @SethWolf FORMAL INVITATIONS EXTENDED TO THE FOLLOWING: His Serene Highness, Frederick II, Prince of Sedan and his noble pedigree @outcook The Right Honorable Countess of Aquilae, and her noble pedigree @tadabug2000 TIZ LIFST DLUM HAESIY, The Right Honourable, Emma Henrietta Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, and Lady of Ricksburg The Right Honourable, Samuel Ludovar, Lord-Regent and Count-Consort of Otistadt His Lordship, Henrik Matyas Andrei Ludovar, Baron of Juliksburg, and Heir to House Ludovar

Half a Century Later By Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML ON THIS 8TH OF VYZMEY AG HYFF, 461 E.S. Short Introduction Spanning back to the reign of King Sigismund III, I have been publishing poetry since I was but a child. When I was young, I was enraptured by Haeseni who had published their own works, not only poetry, but paintings and writings. When I peered upon the works of the late Van Jungingen and Feodar May, I was taken aback by how words could be woven into such beautiful pictures. It led me to a passion for the lyrical arts. I followed suit, hoping to make the same words come off the page with a breath of life. I wrote my first poem, Gone, in 411 ES. By the next year, I had written three more. I published my first work titled A Selection of Poetry from Borris Iver Kortrevich - Volume 1 on a very rainy day in 412 E.S. Since that time, I have had the pleasure to write time and time again, not only in a personal capacity, but in an official one. I have been able to write many times for the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, for the Order of the Crows, and for the Royal Courts. However, through my lifetime of writing, I have never been more honored than when I was able to write for my Kings. In fifty years, I have published 169 pieces of poetry. That is about 2630 line and about 23,500 words. Yet there is room for so much more, and I shall take the time to convert those thoughts into words upon paper. Poetry Volumes of Poetry Volume I………Published 412 E.S. Volume II……...Published 413 E.S. Volume III…….Published 414 E.S. Volume IV…….Published 415 E.S. Volume V……..Published 416 E.S. Volume VI…….Published 417 E.S. Volume VII……Published 418 E.S. Volume VII.V…Published 419 E.S. Volume VIII…..Published 420 E.S. Volume X……..Published 422 E.S. Volume XI…….Published 423 E.S. Volume IX…….Published 421 E.S. Volume XII……Published 425 E.S. Volume XIII…..Published 429 E.S. Volume XIV….Published 432 E.S. Volume XV…...Published 435 E.S. Volume XVI…..Published 436 E.S. Volume XVII....Published 439 E.S. Volume XVIII...Published 443 E.S. Volume XIV.…..Published 459 E.S. Volume XX.…...Published 459 E.S. Volume XXI.….Published 460 E.S. Collections of Poetry THE HAESENI PAPYRUS: VOLUME ONE THE HAESENI PAPYRUS: VOLUME TWO The Silver Crows Anthology The Iron Crows Anthology Anthems of Brotherhood: War of the Whigs Anthems of Brotherhood: Songs of the Sword Singles I Hate You Simply Joy I Love You Union of House Carrion Oede va Koeng Sigismund III The Dawning of a New Day The Tale of Johann Barclay Call of the Weary Ballad to the Haeseni People A Call to Crusade Light's Faithful Triumph Oede va Koeng Karl III SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML Battle-Bard of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, Knight-Bard of the Order of the Crow, and Court-Poet of Hanseti-Ruska.

Borris Iver Kortrevich who had long watched the turmoil of Haense from the outskits, the long growing tensions between the peoples and houses of Haense. "Everyone is stupid as of late. Insults and false arguments spewing every which way- It serves no purpose... Ruthern as of late has done nothing but antagonize and superimpose- perhaps other nobility is diminished to the point it should be struck down, but it matters not. The waters of Haeseni Nobility is sick, poisoned by greed and malice. False crusaders and abandoned stations the lot of them... A divergance of what is good and just. Godan save us."

"Farewell." Uttered the Savoyard. "Unfortunate that the Prince's protector would die so unceremoniously"

The Iron Crows Anthology By Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML ON THIS 9TH OF JOMA AG UMUND, 460 E.S. Table of Contents Knights of the Crow - Bogatyr Period Tale of Ser Matyas Baruch and Ser Barley Wick Tale of Ser Jakob Morovar Tale of Ser Sebastien Ashford de Savoie Tale of Ser Vladimir Var Ruthern Tale of Dame Giovanna Barclay Tale of Dame Alexandra Barclay Tale of Dame Ada Colborn Tale of Ser Atilan Bishop Tale of Ser Vladrik O’Rouke Odes of the Fallen Ode of Renata Barclay Fall of the Wall Additional Poems The Oracle To Monsters Unknown Enemies Beware A Peacekeeper Eye for an Eye Blood of a Warrior Knights of the Crow - Bogatyr Period Tale of Ser Barley Wick and Ser Matyas Baruch @ScourgeOfOrders@ThanksChris Two valient Squires, a Baruch and a Wick, Set off from Karosgrad’s gates, To Urguan’s outskirts they did haste, To investigate a claim. Where once stood Ando Alur’s ruins, Innocents had gone missing, The knightly pair, united in pursuit, Would save them with their mission. Silken threads, an eerie sight, Coated corpses by the lakeside, Toward the cliffs, with caution and light, The pair did onward stride. Desiccated bodies, a wretched find, The squires now faced the night, From the statue’s arms, a line of silk, An innocent’s form in flight. The pod was cut, it thudded down, The squires sliced through the string, On the woman’s face, a terrified frown, The spiders their shadows did bring. Matyas’ torch, and Barley’s stone, Enchanted with flame, Kept the beasts at bay, their fear unknown, But they could not be tamed. Steel and fire, a deadly combo, The arachnids driven back, A cloak to wrap around the woman, On horseback, they did track. Proof of their noble mission, The eyes of spiders they brought, To Karosgrad they both did ride, The woman’s family, their report. Tale of Ser Jakob Morovar @NLThomas The sun rose high in the sky, and the knightly quest had begun. The bold Jakob Morovar, determined and strong, marched on. His courage was steel, his faith unshakable, He had pledged his allegiance to his King and his people. He had ventured to a distant land, to face a creature of fear. An unseen terror, gelatinous cubes more fearsome than any mere mortal could bear. Their forms were ever-shifting, they're being beyond explanation. It seemed an impossible task to overcome this formidable opposition. But Jakob was not deterred, for he knew in order to become renowned. He would have to beat these monstrosities into the ground. He readied his Halbard, and steadied his sword, and leaped forward with bravery and zeal. He charged forth against the gelatinous cubes, with the courage of a thousand men. His blade clashed against their slimy form, and with each masterful stroke, He chipped away at their formless shape, and with each mighty blow. He slaughtered each one, one by one, until the final small cube was slain. Then came something, a stinging feeling, a brilliant flash of pain. His leg was being eaten away, the shots of acidic liquid, Had caused a deep wound, and Jakob Morovar was in dire need of healing. But he didn't give up, he fought on, and before the morning's light. He had slain the last cube and emerged victorious in the fight. And so the brave Jakob Morovar had triumphed over evil and despair. He had proven himself a valiant knight, and was now worthy to wear. The golden crest of knighthood, for which he had longed for so long. And his name and deeds will be remembered, in stories and songs. Tale of Sebastien Ashford de Savoie @tcs_tonsils_ Sebastien de Savoie ventured forth, Equipped for the task and not forlorn, The Oracle told him of the beast, That could blend in with the trees. He crept through the Krusev forest, Aware of each step that he'd take, From the Maneater plant, Many vines began to shake. The Ashford de Savoie was aghast, For the tentacles had already been cast, They wrapped around his legs with might, And tried to choke him in their vice-like plight. They wrapped around his neck, That vine is so hard to cut, so thick. So he took his handy Aurum dagger, and cut those ropes of the attacker. To his feet the Savoyard got, Determined to make this fowl plant rot, He held in his hand a potion of fire, For his would make it be its ire. He then threw the Carrion black, The fire spread which was no slack, The creature spewed an acidic blast, Which burned Sebastien's shoulder and calf. But his strength didn't lessen but rose, He through the last will O' bottle at his foe. The bottle burst, and the flames it had spawned, The Maneater plant was reduced to naught but a mound. Victory was achieved by the Savoyard alone, He cut the tooth off the Man-Eater plant to take home, He fastened a crutch of his greatsword to his side, Before returning to Karosgrad in triumph stride. Tale of Ser Vladimir Ruthern @Dyl O'er the volcanic Firelands they go, To pursue a dragon, old and slow, With Prince Marius by their side, To Cloudbreaker they stride, Through perilous traps they press on, undeterred by what was once gone, Scattered swords and bones alike, Letting nothing stand in their sight. Vladimir's Bogatyr trial start, Lying ahead, in the dragon's heart, His small party, they pick up the pace, To find Cloudbreaker, what an uncommon chase. The ash and heat overwhelm the party, But the Ruthern, he continues, hearty, Making his way through the cave, Able to complete what others couldn't save. Alone and blinded, he steps forward, The dragon's presence, he could sense and record, His mission complete, the group did then return, To the Firelands, where their journey began its turn. Vladimir's Bogatyr trial has come to an end, No other could have found that dragon, he did defend, His courage and bravery in the face of fear, Will forever remain, even after the dragon disappeared. Tale of Dame Giovanna Barclay @Oriaros Giovanna, a woman of brave heart, Ventured forth into the swamps of mud and water, The pilum and knife, her only assurance, She set out to ambush the ambusher of her caliber. Forged with Conrad's cloak and Siegfried's potion, She readied her weapon, her ishgardian motion, Awaiting the opportune time to pierce, The snake's hardened exterior with her spears. But the creature was unyielding, its fangs and venom, A venomous strike she knew could paralyze her if given, Yet still bravely, she prepared her pilum and knife, For the chance to out-ambush the ambusher of her life. The creature made its move, as she hurled her pilum, Piercing its hardened exterior to her success, And the second pilum, it weakened its body, But with its immense size, it ensnared Giovanna tightly. Paralyzed by venom, with little to no time to act, A daring strike with her knife atop the snake's mouth, Finishing off the beast, she survived the scuffle, Her courage, her valor, and her strength a ruffle. Tale of Dame Alexandra Barclay @Ztrog Alexandra the blinded squire, the bearer of much moxie and might, Ventured forth to the murky swamps to face the Crackadonk in fight. The beast so feral, so wild and free, with fiery breath and claws so keen, Burned the forest, screeching its call, so Alexandra she could be seen. With much preparation, the knight was braved, and with a trap she had devised, Thrusting her weight, she sought her way, with a carved halberd in her fist. The beast it sensed, it moved with grace, and in a moment it did see, The deer she had cut, the bait so true that drew it to her destiny. The nets, they failed, the chains they broke, her only weapon was the spear, She threw a potion towards the Crackadonk, and with a roar it drew near. The shield it blocked, it staved the flames, yet its force shook her heart, The Barclay drove her halberd in deep, and tore the beast apart. The Crackadonk, it fought and hewed, yet for its might, it had no match, The blinded squire did cleave its head, and victory she did steal. The murky swamps, they held no more, and Alexandra returned, With tales of glory and valor, her legacy forever earned. Tale of Ser Atilan Bishop @Awesam5555 The Lord Bishop set out, with his crossbows ready, Will’o bottles on belt, sword and shield held steady. To the mountainsides of Attunlund, Atilan went, His mind set on victory, no wish to be bent. Up upon the cliffs did that looming beast sit, A blight upon that land, nested near the Vuiller Remnant. Though the creature did tower over the squire, Neither courage would be relent, not wit expire. His sword flashed in the sunlight, As he fearlessly took on the daunting fight. The eagle's wings were wide and brawny, Thoughts of this man, haughty. As Atilan did approach, it took to the skies, Far beyond arms reach, the bird showing its true size. He dived at the Bishop, it’s claws sharp as spears, Though he ducked out of the way as it neared. The he parried and thrust and sliced and lunged, Slashing the monstrosity after it plunged. The beast was too swift, and it soared into the sky, It reach the a grand height, up out of sight. The eagle's wings beat hard against the air, Then downward did it dive once more, Beak aflaire. But with valor and grit, did Atilan stand it down. “I do this for Knighthood, for Honor, for the crown!” So the squire stood, cutting with ferocity, Till the eagle held bloodied, a screech to the atrocity. To it’s final breath, the blonde man battled, As if fell to the ground the earth rattled. Atilan Bishop had fought with vibrance and wit, Even with the terror, never would he quit. In the end he had done it, killed the giant eagle, He fulfiled his test to be a knight, his blade, lethal. Tale of Dame Ada Colborn @worldeltaii Weaving a story of courage in the face of danger, A Viscountess' heroics emerge for the stranger: The wild headstrong morko bear, Made her a task difficult to bear. She met it with a brave heart and a sturdy halberd, Although Ada's fear rose like a gathering cloud, The desire to protect her people would not hold her down Forever marked the Viscountess's renown. The bear stood baring its fangs as it stood on its haunches, Though Ada did not move, its intimidating stance sparked a faint flinch. She remained valiant against the beastly menace, For she knew it was her role to protect her people's defense. And so, with a mighty blow to the bear's shoulder, Ada was able to gain a brief respite. With a jump, she was upon its back, A feat that made the beast fret and pack. This fury of rage the bear felt around, Made the Viscountess entrapped and bound. But her courage proved more powerful than her fear, For, with her halberd, she struck it, the blood to smere. And so, with a final thrust from her weapon's steel, The wild beast was felled, Ada's relief to feel. Her courage and valor, no doubt was tested, But of Jerovitz and Haense, she had successfully defended. Tale of Ser Vladrik O’Rouke @Cally He came in search of a guide, a marterial spirit so strong, One that could help him defeat the wrong. His Battle Master, Ar-Borok'Akaal, was of shamanistic arts, And of Vladrik's request, his stubbornness set apart. Upon his arrival, the Iron'Uzg, greeted his friends, Three shamans and a woman, who together at a table sat. They spoke of the trial ahead and what Vladrik must do, The ancestral spirit Kinul was the place he must pursue. Without his needed tools, he had to swim far and deep, Till the smell of the rank murk, made him weep. He searched through the festering bog of those taken by death, Till he found a blunt mace, a short sword, and a shield for his quest. A roared of some crackling beast, filled the splashing silence, Vladrik didn't hesitate, he readied his sword, with no relent. Three beasts of the shadow charged and were each taken care of, But the Elven woman had been pulled from the spiritual plane, far above. Vladrik battled and fought, with utmost care, Till another problem arose, when the Elven woman no longer was there. The rat-like figure of plump posture, was his alone to assail, Vladrik shifted with expertise, his tainted hand digging deep in its tail. He fought and he screamed, until the rat lay dead, Vladrik was weary, cautious, and his arm splattered in red. They searched and they searched, but the elven woman was gone, Vladrik and Borok devised quickly, and thus their journey was done. He returned to find a necrophid, and a darkwretch in the room, The dark creature spoke of using Vladrik as a pawn for their doom. But with one swift move, Vladrik disarmed the darkstalker from the start, By returning with the skeletal arm, he tipped the scales, and won. Odes of the Fallen Ode to Renate Barclay @Phersades Renate Barclay yearned to be strong, To rise up from page and don a knight's garb. Her ambition to soar and prove herself, Strove to vanquish each glowering barb. Her soul was afire with passion, Her devotion to her dream unwavering, She trained for hours each passing day, No task too hard for her striving. Alas, fate intervened too quickly, Her dream was never to be fulfilled, The task was not completed, her life was ended; her heart was stilled. But though she never attained her goal, Her courage will vociferate on, For the legacy of Renate's dream, Shall forever propagate beyond. Fall of the Wall @ReveredOwl Tremors of steel and grunts of doom, Comets of death blot out the moon, The war rages on and on, As Walton rushes back to the fray, Grizzled and full of pride, He boards the fray at the prince's side. The royal palace threatened and breached, With the knight's aid, salvation is reached, Aurum blade, Atilan's spare, It saves the day with a thrust of care. Horns of hope blaring in the night, Reinforcements arrive on Vanhart's flight, The demonguard too close to slay, Claims the valiant knight's life away. A final breath and a squelching fall, The knight's death saw the end of the brawl, Karosgrad stands till this day, Honoring Walton's valor this way. Additional Poems The Oracle @sarahbarah She surveyed the landscape with beady eyes Determined to find where the darkness lies Amidst the shadows of the night she could seem The creatures that had been feared by many. The monstrous beasts, the dragons and trolls, The death and destruction they brought forth in their patrol The mysterious person had been forewarned And could envision what was to come the next morn. She marched forwards, undeterred by the threat, Provoked by the dangers, she did not forget The doom that was to come, she could predict For they were the one that could see all things untold. The saints and angels all looked to her For guidance and strength to defeat these monsters And as she looked upon their plight They saw a future, not of darkness, but light. She saw the beast's terror, brought to an end Their reign of terror at a welcoming bend. No more would they bring chaos, death and dismay But of peace and goodwill did she pray. She spoke of a prophecy, of hope and renewal Bright and the courageous, The sicky and the fool. The people looked to her for guidance They trusted in her word, thoses she foresees. To Monsters Unknown To Monsters Unknown, Where the myst'ry lies, Hidden in the shadows, Behind the dark skies. Creatures, so strange, Like nothing we've seen, Roaming around in the night, In places unseen. Do they exist, Or are they just a dream? Are they figments of our imagination, Or something in between? We can only guess, But one thing is sure, That fear, it lingers, When we hear their roar. The tales are told, In songs, stories and rhymes, Of creatures of horror, That traverse the night skies. The slimy and slimier, The fanged and the furred, The lurkers and leapers, The scaled and the blurred. The ones that we know, And the ones that we don't, The ones that fly, and the ones that won't. But what of those monsters, That are still unknown? The ones that haunt us, No matter where we roam? Are they real or just tales, To scare us at night? Are they just a dream, Or a chilling sight? We can never know, But one thing is sure, That fear, it lingers, To monsters unknown. Enemies Beware Enemies Beware, of the strength I possess, Lurking beneath my facade of gentleness. Two eyes that glint with determination, A heart that beats with resolution. Fearsome and firm I stand, My courage unyielding, able to withstand. An aura of power surrounds me, Ready to face any foe, without fear or trepidity. I take a step forward, undaunted and brave, My courage, a force that you can never enslave. My spirit is strong, my will unbreakable, My resolve, forever unshakable. Enemies Beware, of the force I wield, My strength is great, a force you cannot yield. A warrior born from my inner core, My courage and strength, something you cannot ignore. My self-belief ever growing, My courage ever flowing. The fire in my heart, can never be tamed, My determination, forever unchained. Enemies Beware, of the power I possess, My courage and strength, something you cannot repress. My strength and courage, a force you cannot deny, My determination, something you cannot defy. My spirit is strong, my heart is brave, My courage and strength, will never be enslaved. I stand tall and proud, ready to face any foe, My courage and strength, something you can never overthrow. A Peacekeeper A swollen sky, star-spangled and vast. Thoughts of peace, floating in the dusk air. A glimmer of hope, holding no bounds. Illuminating an ever-changing world. A guardian, standing in the light, Believing in the power to right wrongs. A principled silhouette, steadfast and true. Striving for peace, within and without. Turbulent winds and a sky so grey, Still they remain, while the world searches. Leading us all through a changing night. The calm confidence of a peacekeeper. An ever-changing path that they take. Holding the world up, through the dark, Shielding us with their wisdom and care. In times of struggle, we find solace. Though storms may threaten, and days be tough. The keeper's faith in a better tomorrow, A resolute spirit, which never does falter. Will be forever in our hearts, a peacekeeper. Eye for an Eye An eye, a glint, a twinkle twine, A sight, a gaze, a captivating shine. The power of the eye, all do know, A baleful eye, the cause of woe. A vestigial truth, an age-old curse, Gives rise to a perspective perverse. An eye for an eye, a tale oft-told, A justice that's fair, yet so very cold. A cycle of malice, a cycle of pain, A cycle of vengeance, a cycle insane. For full restitution, vengeance is sought, Though harsh and extreme, is a fitting retort. A lonely eye, a sorrowful stare, A hateful view, a loathing glare. The eye of the beholder, all do see, Sees but its own, what it wishes, to be. Blood of a Warrior Amidst the cacophony of swords And the ferocity of a solider’s roar, The battlefield is divinely blessed With the blessing of a thousand more. Puddles of warrior's blood soak the ground And drape the combatants in an eerie hue, However, their spirit keeps them ever resolute, Embracing the courage, passion and truth. From the flames of a million slaughtered dreams, Their cunning is worn on their sleeve, So the courage of a warrior is born From their will to never believe. The blood of mankind is spilled, Drenched in courage, honor and might, In the hearts of a million brothers-in-arms, The spirit of a soldier has no plight. The warrior's will is tested and unyielding, Sacred and unyielding in its fight, A symbol of wit and faith, For the warriors of old to bear till the end of time. SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML Battle-Bard of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, Knight-Bard of the Order of the Crow, and Court-Poet of Hanseti-Ruska.

A Titiular Lord sat upon the walls of the Golden Crow Keep, the multi-paged missive flapping in the wind. His lips pursed slightly "Despite the long set forth option of destroying of those pagans to the north, who would be viewed as a dead nation, a scarmark upon the land, and a blot upon the Canonism of Man, it is with much illusion if any can think of a war being waged under no support from the king or country. I pray the King will make the be wise in his decision- even if it might be to go to war once more."

Children at Play: A Sleepover at Ricksburg On this 23th of MSITZA AG DARGUND, 460 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, Henrik and Fredrich of House Ludovar wish to invite the children of Haense to come and enjoy the wonders of the snow by Ricksburg! There are many different things that the kids of Haense can do, including sledding, ice skating, and snowball fights. There will even be HOT COCOA! Come Join us on VYZMEY AG HYFF for lots of fun. BRING A FRIEND! Each guest is encouraged to bring at least one of their dearest friends to this amazing event! SIGNED, The Right Honourable, Emma Henrietta Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, and Lady of Ricksburg. His Lordship, Henrik Matyas Andrei Ludovar, Baroness of Juliksburg, and Heir to Ludovar. Lord Fredrich Ludovar.

Borris nodded a few times. “Must finish up this poem… must. Just as I did with his father before him.”