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Selection of Poetry - Volume Twenty-One On this 8th of VYZMEY AG HYFF, 460 E.S. Poetry, but with a Dictionary You are, Apotheosis of Splendor, Enraptured in Luxuriance, Elucidating in Magnificence, Vindicating Opulent Splendour. You are, Enigmatic in Grandeur, Transcendent in Aesthetics, Pulchritudinous in Vibrancy, Venerated Supernal Majesty. You are, Chivalrous in Eminence, Regal in Glorification, Iridescent in Resplendence, Illustrious in Sublime Splendor. You are, Illuminating in Grandiosity, Divine in Splendiferous Beauty, Radiant in Magnanimous Charm, Beguiling in Exquisite Allure. You are. Behind Closed Doors A man of sorrow, his tears they fall. His face, a mask of grief, his heart an empty hall. A broken soul, splintered like shattered glass. His pain, too deep, his anguish unsurpassed. The tears flow freely, his sadness so clear. His silent cries, no one can hear. His weeps all alone, no one can see. The pain he feels, it's just for he. The world is blind to agony. His broken spirit, it's hard to see. The wounds that linger, the scars that remain. His hurt, his injury, no one can contain. The man of sorrow, his tears they fall. His heart, his soul, it's broken and null. His pain, his anguish, no one can ever know. But his tears will keep on flowing, for this is his woe. This Maliciousness inside Depths of my soul a devil within me stirs, A malevolent force that yearns to be free, A fiend of destruction that I can't bring to heel, A specter of chaos that will never be quelled. This malefic presence that I can't understand, A darkling impulse that pervades my being, A beast of untrammeled fury that longs to be fed, My innermost dread given voice and legs. No solace can I find to calm this inner tumult, No balms to soothe the demon I can't ignore, No force of righteousness can drive back this wickedness, No exorcism can expel this malignancy within. With each passing day this devil's force grows stronger, A shadowy nightmare that I can't flee, An incubus that saps my will and reason, And renders me helpless in this internal melee. The bane of my existence that I cannot ignore, The devil inside me, an unending plight, A ceaseless battle with an eldritch beast, In the depths that will never be vanquished, just held in check by a light. If I cannot rid of this fowl beast within, The only vestige of solace is to accept its dire rage, Binding it with the power of my own will, For I can take control, and rebel against its encroached age. Even if I have to fight till my dying breath, I will not surrender to this nefarious being, For I can find strength in its darkest hour, And overcome this devil inside me, a true feat of seeing. Their Days are Numbered You should be weary, for your days of freedom are near done, Your schemes of malice and treachery have been met with a swift response, Our strength has grown across the land and our courage stands strong, From the forests to the seas, we will not be undone. Your armies have been scattered, your plans have been thwarted, Your machinations have been crushed and your forces have been routed, Your wickedness and deceit have been shattered like glass, Our collective will is unyielding, our unity unsurpassed. We have labored in the shadows and in the light of day, We have faced down our adversaries and had the courage to stay, We have fought with strength and honor, always knowing the truth, That our cause is pure and just, a beacon of hope in the darkness of youth. Our perseverance and resilience have been the key to our success, Our hearts have been filled with courage and our minds have been blessed, With virtue and courage and a strength that will never cease, We have proven that our unity will always bring peace. Our enemies have been warned and their days of terror are done, For our power is mighty and our courage is strong, We have come together in a united front to bring justice to the land, And our enemies will soon understand. They will learn that our strength is unrivaled and our loyalty is unbreakable, That our will to fight for what is right is unshakeable, We will not be stopped, our courage will stay true, And enemies beware, for our strength will never be through. A Juxtiposition of Fire and Water O Fire, burning bright and passionate, Your beauty lingers deeply in my mind; My heart roars like a flame blaze, ignited By your electrifying warmth and kind. Your brilliant orange and golden hues In a glowing dance so intense, A visually stunning performance for my eyes to use In the sense of being content. Your sparks ignite a wild energy That sneaks inside my veins, A buzzing sensation that I can't ignore, Leading me to a state of a crazed flame. Yet, water soothes my heated soul In a calm, cleansing embrace; The liquid refreshes the raging fire With its cooling, refreshing grace. The liquid's chill calms my frenzied heat In a slow, relaxing way; As I move between fire and water, My mind and soul journey in a perfect balance. The two elements of fire and water Are as simple and complex as they come; The roar of the fire and the gentle sound of the sea In harmony, together they become. Up Upon the Mountain Pass Desolate, dank, and dim, the pass' secrets dark and deep, Murky and menacing mists churning, land around them steep. Above, the stars, shining serenely, silent in the sky, A pale moon's face, obscured, but illuminating sky-high. Misery and dread, in heavy fog as far as they can be seen, A treacherous trail, a narrow path, with winding turns between. The chill of death pervades the air, and icy chill of loss, Innumerable tales of woe are whispered on the frost. For travelers bold and brave, the pass is not for the faint of heart, Where all on board must be prepared for what might come apart. No bird sings in the canyon walls and no beasts answer the call, The score of souls brave enough to traverse only continues to fall. In somber silence, shadows sweep, and shadows come to pass, Through the ebbing night and aching morn, when none can speak of the past. Fearful of the fates that may await, one step at a time they creep, As they progress along the course of nature's masterful, intricate sweep. At last they reach the summit, a peak of bleak grandeur, From whence they may peer into the abyss, a vista of terror. So much has been lost, and so much may yet be gained, This treacherous mountain pass with all its powers untamed. Signed, Borris Iver Kortrevich KML

Sebastien Ashford de Savoie tapped upon his side as he read the missive. He had never really been close with the Ruthern side of his family, perhaps that was because his mother perished during the birth of his siblings- siblings who had been taken away by Ruthern maids and were never seen again by the Savoyard. Either way, he was glad to have met and talked with his cousins.

"Another one gone." A Kortrevich said as he glanced over the missive. He would then prop his feet up before the fire as he reminisced about what drama he caused in the Ludovar Household

THE PALATIAL POST Sixth Edition Issued by the OFFICE OF THE PALATINE On this 30th of WZUVAR AG BYVCA, 459 E.S. A report on the time between 457-458 E.S Table of Contents I. Important Announcements II. Updates to the Aulic Council III. Updates to the Nobility IV. Brotherhood Updates IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENTS Death of Our Monarchs His Royal Majesty Karl III and Her Royal Majesty Amadea of Susa both died as a result of Illnesses that had tormented them for several years. The Crown had requested that the people of Haeseni-Ruska be 'vigilant' and 'united' as the Kingdom begun a collective "year of mourning for the father and mother of our nation." Both served with great dedication, devotion, and honor, and their passing is a profound loss for the Kingdom. There held a liturgy and funeral for the deceased monarchs on the eleventh day of Tov ag Yermy. Attendance and sending off of the late Royal couple were free to all and encouraged for Hanseti-Ruska subjects, as well as allies. Many came to pay their respects upon that fateful day. Subjects and allies alike shared stories of the late king and queen, as well as spoke to their character and their great achievements. The both did a number of great things for this kingdom, and they will be missed dearly. Birth of the Heir The Kingdom rejoices, that on the 11th of Gronna and Droba of 456 E.S, the Queen successfully birthed a healthy baby boy. Under much council from personal clinical personnel, the royal pair decided to wait to announce the birth until the following year. However, the kingdom is filled with much joy, waiting or not. This baby boy, the Duke to the Duchy of Alban, shall one day sit on the Throne, just as his father did before him, and his father did before him, and so on and so forth. So stand with me and welcome our present Grand Prince and future King. Queen’s Woods Crown’s wished that a Koenasweld shall be established to represent all the beauty that has been brought into the nation. These dense woods near our nation's capital will now be known as the authorized hunting grounds of Karosgrad, the fort built on reclaimed lands to house the Master of the Hunt, as well as the numerous enterages sent out to traverse the intimately familiar, yet unknown territory, in a proper restoration of the lands. Krawn Exchange It is tradition that whenever a there is change within the Monarchy, so two will the next generation of Krawns be introduced! Thus, the Crown calls for all Krawns to be given back to the Bank so that there can e a revitalization of Krawns. After the New King is coronated, a new set of Krawns will be reintroduced back into the Land. AULIC OFFICES Updates to Aulic Council In and Out His Highness, Prince Marius Barbanov (454- 458 E.S.) Even though he had a short time as Palatine, Prince Marius continued to lead the office with excellence. The Kingdom maintained its positive trajectory that we experienced through the previous two Palatines, Lady Isabel Baruch and Lady Johanna Barclay. The Prince has decided, after the death of his parents, allowing himself to pass the office and responsibility of Palatine to Iosif Basrid, a long time worker within the Palatial offices. Succeeded by Father Iosif Basrid A Courtly Turnover Her Royal Highness, Princess Analiesa Ruthern (453- 458 E.S.) Similar to her brother, Princess Analiesa had a fairly short reign within the Courts, however, as Prinzenas Royal, it was her duty to take upon the mantle of Grand Lady when the spot fell vacant. Under her leadership, while working with Queen Amadea of Susa, she restructured the courts to rid of waste and neglectful stewards of their positions. Under them both, the Courts were switched from the repetition, malignancy that they had fell upon, into something to be built upon by future Grand Ladies or Lords. Succeeded by The Right Honorable, Lady Viorica Kortrevich A New Speaker His Royal Majesty, Koeng Georg I (449 - 458 E.S.) Following the resignation from Lord Maric Baruch, King Karl sought to train his son on how to lead well by giving him a position of leading the Duma and the Peers. Through this experience, the now King, Goerg learned how to lead and how to form lasting camaraderie with those around him and under him. His Royal Majesty continued to hold the Duma firm, allowing the peers to speak to one another and give insights on how to make a better Kingdom. Succeeded by His Lordship, Lord Felix Wiess The Ambassadorial Replacement Her Royal Majesty, Koenas Esfir Barbanov Queen Esfir has been a long time proponent and integral part of the ambassadorial system in which keeps Haense afloat with other nations. They have been a key player in the Embassy, in which they have sought to reach out to other nations, both to make sure we have a strong friendship with our allies, and ensure that our enemies know the strength of our forces. Her Majesty has lead to revitalizations within Haense, as well, as, a new wardship program, and continued accountability in her ambassadors. Succeeded by Lady Ophelia de’Falstaff Updates to Aulic Offices The Regaining of the Grand Peer His Grace, Lord Aleksandr Ruthern Because of their similar ages and the fact that Aleksandr var Ruthern was reared in the Morrivi as the son of the past Grand Lord Mikhail var Ruthern, the Duke has been close friends with King Georg since they were both little children. The Duke, a significant and revered member of the aristocracy, later married Princess Royal Analiesa of Karosgrad and passed legislation on the nobility's duties and obligations in the Royal Duma. The Grand peer seat generated transiently for the Kingdom's as well as the nobility's upcoming transition period. The Duke of Vidaus is charged with speaking for the noble families of the Realm, retaining and setting clear expectations for the nobility, advising the Crown on issues of designation together within nobility, and resolving disputes from among Peers. Reappointment of the High Seneschal Her Grace, Lady Josefina Barclay Lady Josefina Barclay is an ardent servant of the stewardry, a position that once held underneath the Treasury because it was not able to survive on it's own. Her Ladyship injected fresh energy to a post that had long struggled to the point that it had been eliminated. It is intended that the office will embark on a new period of prompt and conscientious management underneath the supervision of the Duchess with its revival upon on the Aulic council. She is responsible for managing the management of Karosgrad and the Land's that the Crown looks after. as well as maintaining and advancing immigration policy, keeping track of territories and infrastructure. UPDATES TO THE NOBILITY Regency Countess of Otistadt, Emma Ludovar, was afflicted with a terrible illness that has kept her bedridden for the past few months following the fortunate delivery of her son and heir. Because the head of house is currently debilitated and unable to work, it has been determined that a regent should govern the home until the illness has gone. The responsibility of regency falls to Samuel Ludovar, Count-Consort of Otistadt, who will oversee daily activities until the Countess's recovers. UPDATES WITHIN THE BROTHERHOOD PROMOTIONS Audo Weiss to Footman Wilfriche to Footman Valentina to Footman Alejandro de Pelear to Footman Please send a warm congratulations to all those promoted within the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, and those that have taken their oaths. IV JOVEO MAAN, His Royal Highness, Father Iosif Basrid, Lord Palatine of Hanseti-Ruska. His Lordship, Ser Sebasien de Savoie, Palatial Kommissar and Knight Meyster of Hanseti-Ruska.

"BORRIS IVER KORTREVICH?!?!?!?! LIVE IN CONCERT?!?!?!?! I GOTTA SEE THIS!!!" Shouted Borris Iver Kortrevich.

ANTHEMS OF BROTHERHOOD: SONGS OF THE SWORD By Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML ON THIS 20TH OF JOMA AG UMUND, 459 E.S. Ballad of the Warrior My sword is my life, my shield is my pride. My armor is strong and I'm ready to ride. I'm a Soldier and I'm full of courage. My mission is clear, I must follow the forge. My lance is my weapon, I use it to fight. My steed carries me swiftly and out of sight. My enemies are fierce but I'm sure to prevail. Just like the fearless knight, I will never fail. My helmet is heavy, it's hard to wear. But I know I must bear it, I must be aware. My bow is my friend, with its arrow so true. I will fight and protect, I will do what I must do. My heart is of steel, I will never give in. My training is tough, I am ready to win. My courage will never waver, I'm loyal and strong. My destiny awaits me, I am where I belong. The Warrior Poet The blade is a quill and the ink is a sword, Marching in the fight, poetically adored. The words form a shield and the verses a bow, Courage will never, ever be brought low. The sword is a lyric and the blood a refrain, The heart is a canvas, the soul a domain. Our boots trudge a beat and our helmets a crown, The mission is to make the world righteous renown. The armor's a poem and the shield's a muse, The mission of justice, will not be refused. The courage inspires and the words incite, The spirit will never, ever, be set alight. The shield is my faith and the sword is the will, The words are the arrow and our voice is the thrill. Courage is a song and style a roar, Our spirit will never, ever, break or bore. The blade is a quill and The ink is a sword, Marching in the fight, poetically adored. Courage will never, ever, e'er be brought low, For I am a Warrior Poet, and I will always go. The Guard A sentinel of stone, Guarding the castle walls, Standing ever vigilant, His watch never stalls. The sword he carries close, His armor never rusts, His watchful eyes all-knowing, At all times he trusts. The night passes slowly, The days are just the same, But the guard is ever faithful, For that is his name. He stands throughout the ages, A silent sentry of time, Waiting for the day when, He'll cast away his rhyme. The Soldier A soldier stands sturdy in the night. His armor gleaming in the moonlight. He stands at attention, his sword at his side. Ready to protect his king and his pride. His mission is clear, his resolve is strong. He'll fight off any threat that comes along. His courage is tested, his heart is brave. No matter the odds, he stands unafraid. He knows his role, he knows his fate. But his courage will never waiver, come what may. For his king, his country, and his home. He'll keep the darkness far from the throne. Though his life may be hard, and his battles will come. He'll stand tall and proud, the victor he'll become. His faith and his courage will never be lost. For duty and honor, he will fight at any cost. The Spearmen A stalwart spearman, his pike held aloft, Stands fixed amidst the fray and toilsome conflict. His stalwart mien and stolid countenance, Girded in steel, his armor's firm enhancement. His eyes, fierce yet focused, his stance, unyielding, As if to say, 'tis here my fate is sealed. His thoughts, immediate and unbowed, determined, He stands fast, in this fight, his courage, unburned. A master of arms, his skill, unquestioned, His courage, unmatched, his heart fielded. His aim, true and sure, his thrust, decisive, The foe, slain, his honor, reckoned. He stands at the foreground of the fight, Steadfast for the eventual charge. His heart, of steel, his mind, of iron, His will, unbroken, his pike, held high. The Bulwark Shieldman stands unbending and tall, A footman of honor, he'll never fall. The weight of his shield is nothing he dreads, He'll never back down, not to foes nor to friends. His armor is strong and his sword is prestine His deamor during the battle, mean. His courage and strength will never waver, For victory his heart will forever be braver. Through times of war and times of peace, The shieldman will never cease, To protect the realm, fight for his king, He'll never quit, not a single thing. His shield is the symbol of his faith, A reminder of his duty and his wraith, He'll stand strong and never turn back, For his honor, he'll never lack. The Archer Archer, take aim with steady hand, Your bowstring pulled tight, your arrow held in command. Your target in sight, your aim true and bold, Your arrow will fly, a story will unfold. Your strength of arm and skill of eye, Your bow and arrow will make a great story fly. Your focus and poise, a sight to behold, Your arrow will fly, a story will unfold. The bow taut, the arrow released, The air shakes with a whistle and a hiss. The target in sight, an arrow of gold, Your arrow will fly, a story will unfold. You take your shot, a great feat of skill, Your arrow soars and your story will fill. Your arrow will fly, your story will unfold, For you are the Archer, your story is told. The Cavalry A knight of old, so fair and proud, In shining mail and helm of gold. His steed is swift and his sword is bright, He'll be the hero of this fight. The men in battle all turn to him, For strength, for courage, and courage to win. He'll lead them to victory, no doubt, He'll be the one to turn the tide about. His blade swings wide, his shield is strong, The enemy falls, their numbers throng. He cuts a path through their ranks, so bold, Gripped in his steel, his enemies fold. His courage is fierce, his might amazing, He'll mow down the foe, no one amazing. The ground is strewn with the fallen foes, Their forces have been vanquished, no one knows. The battle is won, the victor's cry, The knight of old, so proud and high. His steed, his sword, his courage bold, Will be remembered, stories will be told. Of a knight who fought for what was right, Defending his people in the heat of fight. His courage and strength, his will to win, Will be remembered and remembered again. The Cannoneer O'er foe's ramparts cannons roar, Their fierce blasts to shatter door. The cannoneer's aim is true, His munitions to rend in two. The flame-wreathed cannon balls fly, Their deadly path across the sky. The cannoneer stands bold and proud, His art of war his blazing shroud. Each shot a lesson in destruction, His mastery of ordinance perfection. Beneath his guidance cannons sing, Their thunderous sounds on wings to bring. There was first a whistling cry, Then a boom that shook the sky. The cannoneer made a mark, His skill and courage, a timeless spark. The ancient art of cannonry, A skill of ages past, yet still with mastery. The cannoneer a master of destruction, His fiery works in awe of construction. The Officer My faithful steed and trusty sword, I am justified under King and Lord. My armor gleams in the light of day, Ready to fight and pave the way. My banner waves, my heart ablaze, My mission clear, to fight and praise. I march forth, a lieutenant strong To uphold faith, honor, and all. I battle foes with strength and might, My faith in God sustains my fight. My courage never wavers, I stay the course, To protect those who need me most. My faith and loyalty are sure to be strong, My heart is pure, though my missions are long. I will never falter, nor will I ever fail, For I am a lieutenant, I shall prevail. The Marshal The Lord Mashal leads with a mighty hand, A leader of men in the Haeseni-Ruskan land. His troops all follow his noble command, In the Brotherhood of Saint Karl they stand. The Lord Mashal guides them with a righteous plan, His courage and strength will always stand. He leads his troops with a steady hand, For victory and honor they will fight 'til the end. The Lord Mashal stands tall and proud, His bravery is never in doubt. His wisdom and strength resound in the crowd, For Haeseti-Ruska, he will never back down. The Lord Mashal is a leader of the finest kind, His men honor and respect him with their minds. In the Brotherhood of Saint Karl they bind, He is the Lord who will always be kind. 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 frowned. "See ya on the flippity-flip pappo in law"

Sebastien Ashford de Savoie pushed his lips to the side as he held on to the Coronet his father wore during his coronation. In his other hand, he scanned the missive. "This is what we have been reduced to? Tavern's holding the Savoyard name and a few measly drinks?"

"I suppose I shall see my father there... I doubt he would miss his best friend's will reading..." Uttered a Knight as he prepared his journey back from the hills of the south where he had been hunting wild boar.

“Fort Flower was much better than some old cave… which reminds me.” As the Olden Kortrevich spoke, he leap up and hastily speed up the stairs in order that he might go find a good building spot.

Selection of Poetry - Volumes 19 & 20 On this 11th of JULA AG PIOV, 459 E.S. The Koenas The Queen of Haense, a leader of old Her reign was oft-times troubled, stories we are told They say she was an proud leader, nothing more But her legacy is something that is still adored A Queen of Haense, a woman of might Built a palace in great majesty and height The palace was built with the finest of care For the Queen's court and her people to share Queen of Haense, leader of the time Brought a forest to life, a great feat sublime Creating forests of deep and verdant green A place of refuge for her people to be seen Falling into Nothingness In an evening of fools What is here today is here tomorrow What is here today is a brand new world. All of the past was gone All of the present is gone Now the years are pushing cold 'Tis evening and never sleepin' And the groom does his somerses in the day light And if I could have you back And the days are hours My sweet desire would sway The sand across the sea The autumn moon Should I call you When the morning should find These three words have come to me Now the morning finds These three words have come Now the morning finds These three words have come I would watch the tears fall from your eyes And I would search for you Above the winters Throughout the cosmos Into the Evening Frail as the wind, life is fleeting, Watching our days from the dawn to the evening. Wealth, fame and hopes all fading away, It’s hard to keep our dreams in play. As age takes its toll and wrinkles show, We realize how fragile we all must grow. Life is so short, we must make the most, Accept that all beauty will eventually be lost. So cling to the memories of all that you hold dear, And make now lasting, because frailty is here. When the end comes it’s too late to say sorry, But here’s to life, fragile and yet so mighty. When all else fails and the journey ends, We’ll rise above this frailty and be friends. Keep Away I don't wanna be the one who gets told to go Don't look at me and say I'm one you run from Say you will stay when you don't have to But if you want to go there's plenty of places Where the sounds of a sunset and the sun Echoes distant in my ears. It's not the end of the road There's no desire, it's still today It's not the end of the road No matter what you do it's all the same It's not the end of the road There's nothing to prove, it's still today. If you want to go there's plenty of places Greed is the Downfall When you walk in, is anybody there? When the morning comes It's hard to hold us all We're an impassioned soul Driven by desire and greed We’re our own destroyers. Desire and greed That's what makes us Realize it's just one more horrid feat. I've got nothin' but the streets I know. I can't guarantee I'll see you, When it is all said and done. But it takes more than just givin' up We're just beggars and canads. All stretching our hands towards those Are stretching their hands to us. Castles Made of Glass Castles made of glass, to you I write. How I hate the way you crumble and break, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the cold namesake. Let me compare you to a contender? You are more temperate, deadly and brittle. Bold frost nips the robins of December, And wintertime has the old doolittle. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your Cracked brick, see through and brittle. Thinking of your cool see through fills my days. My hate for you is the little littell. Now I must away with a medley heart, Remember my bleak words whilst we're apart. Kingdoms Made of Stone A kingdom strong through days of old Does stand as mighty and bold. For rule and law and peace it holds As swords held high will never fold. It stands as a knight in shining armor Devoted to its people, ever secure. The legends told of its gentle rule Ringing in its ear with a dulcet lure. From border to border, near and far The kingdom renders it's shield of courage. Safekeeping its citizens near and dear Under its loyal laws it does battle rage. From kings and queens of great decree Leads the kingdom through times so tough. Through admiration, courage and zeal A strong kingdom does stand tall and proud. Ancient castle walls and golden thrones, Upholding the kingdom's best and worst. A fortress built to shelter and protect The people so loyal to it’s crest. Men and women of every rank Do make up the kingdom’s tapestry. Nobles, commoners, and farmers too Like threads weaving a history. Brave knights and brave soldiers strong March in columns, never to falter. In defense of this great land Lay their lives down strapping the banner. In the winter months the snows blanket the skies, A time for rest and renewal. In the spring the kingdom is revitalized As nature grows in full renewal. From golden sunsets to brave midnight moon This kingdom rises above the rest. For as long as its tower stands tall It shall forever remain its people’s best. Death is Lurking May my tomb come upon us, Aoulless, soulless and scared, And so I pray for when the time comes, I will be able to say good night. This will be the last you hear from me, An instant, a minute for it is written, But the curtain closes, You once promised me until the end of time. May the universe come upon us, Our time has come; the shadow fades, To forever abandon a golden complexion, Gone with the wind, troubled. Darkness descends To forever abolish my dream And pry away my destiny The hour draws near, darkness descends Walls Made of Paper A castle that looks strong and mighty, upon a hilltop proudly stands, with walls of stone, it’s so stately, but its true strength is in its hands. The castle might be wide and tall, it's turrets stretching to the sky, but if one were to push against its wall, it would crumble, and then it would die. The grandeur of it’s grand facade, the beauty of it’s towers and spires, is a testament to its charade, for its strength is only in its fires. The castle looks so strong and bold, but it’s only made of brittle stone. For it can’t withstand the weather’s cold, and soon it will be dead and gone. What My Eyes See In an endless wonder I will stay, My imagination running wild and free. It takes me away to a place of glee, Where beauty never seems to cease. The world around me is so vast, The sight of it so grand and pure. The sky so blue, the stars so bright, My heart filled with so much allure. The beauty of the ocean, the flow of its waves, The mountains that reach to the sky. The wildlife and wildflowers, trees and leaves, A place where I could stay and never die. This endless wonder so vast and so wide, Is a place I can never forget. A place of beauty, of joy and of light, A place of peace I will never regret. Wonder of an Evening Star It glows so bright above, Shines down its light of love, The sky is painted with its hue And filled with dreams so true. The stars twinkle in the night, Bringing peace and delight, The moon watches from the sky, A beacon in the darkness nigh. The evening star, so tranquil and serene, Brings us hope and a peaceful dream, It's beauty, so majestic and grand, A reminder of a better land. The stars blanket the night, Creating a heavenly light, The horizon is brushed in white, As the day turns to night. The night is filled with dreams, As the stars sparkle and gleam, Bringing peace and hope to all, The evening star stands tall. The evening star is here to stay, A reminder of the beauty of the day, Its light, so calming and pure, Provides assurance, for now, and for sure. The evening star, so bright and beautiful, Paints the night with its magical hue, Its beauty, so divine, It's a reminder of life's divine. You are the Mystery I Seek When I see your face You're a mystery You came through your life Now I wonder if you know What it feels like to be loved What it feels like to be alive And now it feels like it's over While we're young and foolish People sending us this message message that it's serious We don't know what to believe We're just trying to keep our cool Let's walk down this lonely road Keep our hope alive Even if it leads nowhere Well let love turn you blind Let your dreams turn you into a star Slumber’s Sweet Dreams How deep can the abyssal darkness go? Does the dankness make you shiver? does it? The darkness that's to deep to see, Below all others is the dusk. I cannot help but stop and wonder, I saw the the foggy visible radiation of my generation destroyed, How I mourned the daylight. Down, down, down into the darkness of the daylight, Gently it goes - the blurred, the groggy, the fuzzy. Where is the Peace? In a world where chaos reigns supreme, My refuge is a moment of serene, Where I find solace and tranquility. The worries of life are a steady stream, A world of stress that I can't intervene, In a world where chaos reigns supreme. My thoughts take me away to a dream, Where nothing can touch me or intervene, Where I find solace and tranquility. Amidst all this turmoil, I still scheme, To find a place where I can convene, In a world where chaos reigns supreme. I can close my eyes and drift downstream, To a place of peace and tranquility, Where I find solace and tranquility. Troubles and worries will never teem, In a place of beauty and serene, In a world where chaos reigns supreme, Where I find solace and tranquility. Betrayal Betrayal is a wound that cuts so deep, It stabs one’s heart, so trust it can’t keep, The faith, the love, the hope, all cease, And all that’s left is a heart that’s deceased. No one can know the sorrow that’s inside, The pain and hurt, the tears one has cried, The broken heart, the shattered dreams, The broken trust, it also screams. It is a hurtful thing to be betrayed, The hurt and pain, it can’t be allayed, It is a wound that one can’t forget, No matter how much time has past, it’s still set. Betrayal is a thing that’s hard to bear, It’s a wound that will never heal, never repair, The hurt, the pain, the sorrow that it brings, Are all too much for a heart to sing. Signed, Borris Iver Kortrevich KML

“How unfortunate that my name has been misspelled for both first and Last…” The Savoyard frowned.

"Colborn really is the best." Uttered the Savoyard known as SER SEBASTIEN

In the dimming light of a ficking candle, worn, did the Poet of Jerovitz read a secondary missive. Yet even with stable palms and a balanced quill did darkness surpace his toughts. "Too much as of late, has the shadows crept over that which was once young. Is it really true that they we are all coming into those times, ones riddled with the sudden droppings, like rats who feast on slow acting posion?" The Kortrevich turned, dotting the tip of the feather into ink so that he might right down his remaining thoughts on that who his cousin had found so charming and lovely- that Orenian Basrid. "I remember a letter I once delivered for you to his Majesty- though his Majesty he had not been yet. Delivered on the eve of such a great battle... I did feel so honored, that you would entrust to me, what felt like, in that moment, the most sacred thing in the Kingdom... For a boy a little knowledge, just a quill, a paper, and those endless thoughts that bounced from my head to the paper, it was the most dutiful thing I had done... Do take care in the Skies..."

The sounds echoes off the mossy walls of the stairway, as he slowly crept down into those tombs of ancient kings long past. He skanned those names that he had seen a hundred times, not only on the metallic plaques, but also racing across his innermost thoughts. Borris had remembed talking with Karl during Lifstala... his cousin that had now fled back into the darkness. With age and sickness there comes death. "My friend- It was an honor to write for you... your wedding, your coronation, your great deeds and your legacy... I will miss you, cousin, for I fear it shall be a long time pass before I join you in the skies. Farewell my King,, Karl." Iulius Vernhart, the long since departed scholar sat with a soft smile upon a hill just outside of the entrance to the Seven Skies. Iulius just smiled as he saw his first pupil- that once young boy that the King trusted him with teaching. "Vy did quite well, Vyr Majesty. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life."

Oede va Koeng Karl III On this 8th of JOMA AG UMUND, 458 E.S. Karl Sigmar Barbanov at 20 years old. All hail, our great Koeng, Karl the Third! Born in an age ruled back by darkness and war. Yet from the storm you have proven honorable, A staunch and generous leader. Tales shall flow through greats halls of men, Telling of the victories of this king. From Oren’s folly, to then Inferi threat, No alien force could pierce our grit. Ballads will be crafted about your vision, You stand unfaltering in your pursuit. Not only to bring better days to Haense, But a brighter path for those to come. Choices heal and choices wounds, And decisions take their toll. But in no path was ill-intent, Only a hope for a better future. Now rest at ease, thy deeds well done, And look upon that which has been made. Signed, His Lordship, Borris Iver Kortrevich KML, Knight's Bard, Court Poet, and Battle-Bard of the BSK

A Sudden Change The Regency of House Ludovar On this 8th of JOMA AG UMUND, 457 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, Following the successful birth of her son and heir, the Countess of Otistadt, Emma Ludovar, has been struck with a nasty illness that has left her bedridden for the last couple months. Luckily, this illness has not spread to other members of the family, however, with the head of house being near incapacitated and unable to work for the time being, it has been decided that a regent should take up the position as leader of the house till the sickness has passed. Thus, the duty of regency befalls the Count-Consort of Otistadt, Samuel V. Ludovar, who, along with the help of Tatyana Ludovar, will be in charge of the day to day operations until the Countess returns. We pray to Godan for a quick recovery for the Countess, and wise counsel for the regent during this time. SIGNED, The Right Honourable, Emma Henrietta Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, Lady of Ricksburg. The Right Honourable, Samuel Ludovar, Lord-Regent and Count-Consort of Otistadt. Lady Tatyana Ludovar.

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Ve Nau Lanzi i ain Kin Dylapae Birth of a Ludovar Heir Issued by The Countess of Otistadt On this day 19th of Gronna and Droba, 457 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZEN AG EDLERVIK, It is a gift given to men, and they will always look forward to the future. We look at the love that can be shared and the joys that can be had. Few things are more precious in this world than being able to bear new life. Though the road was tedious, treacherous, and full of pain and fear, something so small and innocent came on the other side. It makes it worth it to take a step back and enjoy all the wonders of life. As such, the Countess and Count-Consort of Otistadt announce, with immense pride and joy, that on the 19th of Gronna and Droba of 453 E.S, the Countess of Otistadt gave birth to a baby boy. Under the watchful eyes of skillful nurses in Otistadt, the baby was successfully delievered and placed in his mother's arms. While the cries from the babe were piercing, their screams could not fluster the parents as they swaddled and held the child close. Despite his successful birth, the Child suffered a critical illness that kept both the parents and nurses filled with worry. It was unclear if the baby boy was to survive, and for three years, they laid in worry. However, the boy finally stabilized, much to the Joys of the Countess and her consort. Countess Emma Ludovar, and her husband Samuel, chose to name him something that would both exemplify and honor the Ludovar house as well as, honor House Vuiller, from which the Count-Consort was born to. With these hopes in mind the pair is happy to present their baby, His Lordship, Henrik Matyas Andrei Ludovar, Baron of Juliksburg, and Heir to House Ludovar and Titles. @tcs_tonsils_ SIGNED, The Right Honourable, Emma Henrietta Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, Lady of Ricksburg. The Right Honourable, Samuel Ludovar, Count-Consort of Otistadt.

“Excellent.” Spoke a armor-Clad Knight as he read over the released missive. “I shall have to congratulate the pair on their newborn.”

THE PALATIAL POST Fifth Edition Issued by the OFFICE OF THE PALATINE On this 10th of WZUVAR AG BYVCA, 457 E.S. A report on the time between 454-456 E.S Table of Contents I. Important Announcements II. Updates to the Aulic Council III. Updates to the Nobility IV. Knightly Updates IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENTS The Royal Wedding of the Grand Prince His Serene Highness, Prince Georg Barbanov and Her Excellency, Lady Esfir Kortrevich It is a glorious day as our beloved Prince, His Serene Highness, Georg Barbanov has finally married his long time friend and courtier, Lady Esfier Kortrevich. The ceremony was held in Saint Henrik's Basilica, which was completely lit up and decorated for the event. There were visitors from all throughout the kingdom, and across the whole of Almaris who sought to attend the wedding. Following the festivities, grand feasts and tournaments were held celebrating the faithful union of the two. We issue congratulations to the newly weds, and look forward in great hope to the fateful days when Prince Georg and Princess Esfir shall take up their spot upon the throne! Death of the Pretender Prince! The Inferi bastards marched on our city gates with their hordes of malfame shooting beasts! Yet even with their giants and apes, their imps and armies, could they pierce through our defenses. Despite a slight break in our walls, and the palace being used as their ape’s jungle-gym, they were no match for the brutality of our axes, arrows, cannons, and swords. By the end of the conflict, it came down to a one on one between the True King of Ruska, and the Pretender Prince. Slashes were stuck, blows were sustained, yet King Karl III held strong in his stance. Eventually, the King plunged his crusade sword deep into the Pretender Prince, which effectively killed him. As they both fell, one exhausted and bloodied, with broken hand and ribs, the other, dead, the battle ended. The Inferi horde was gone, defeated… and their leader was slain. Krusae Zwy Kongzem End of The Living Cloudbreaker & Beginning of New Threats Cloudbreaker, the fearsome dragon that terrorized the Haeseni Skies has been killed. While that may be something to rejoice about in thought, the terrible drake was not killed by any descendant blade, but rather by being killed and swallowed by a giant wyrm. This Wyrm, which resided within the Attenlund Swamps of Hansen's Eastern border, is said to be controlled by Iblees, which, if the myths are to be believed, has taken the form of a massive, looming tree. Those who first discovered this monstrosity have since referred to the tree as Treeblees, or Ibtrees,It is warned to citizens to keep out of the Attunlund swamps until this wyrm is dealt with and this tree cut down. The Hyspian Herald & The Kvaz Khronicle The news is plentiful as two separate publications have since been released to the Haense’s people, in addition to the Palatial Post! The Hyspian Herald has been published Yearly and summarizes the major events that are happening in Hyspia and to it’s people!!The Kvaz Khronicle, a fairly new publication, hits all different events that happen with Haense. It is complete with testimonials and interviews from citizens. UPDATES TO THE AULIC COUNCIL Second-in-Command Lady Johanna Klaudia Barclay (401- 454 E.S.) Lady Barclay was born in 403 E.S. and served not only as a strong duchess to the Barclay household but also as the Lady Palatine for many formidable years. Under her administration, the Kingdom saw significant changes in its inner workings. She sought to revitalize the systems in which the Kingdom finds its legs, one of the large ones being her own office, where she scrapped unnecessary positions and refitted them with new, vital ones. Succeeded by His Royal Highness, Prince Marius Barbanov Updates to Aulic Offices Royal Court Positions As promised a year or two prior with the court restructuring, positions have been reclarified and appointed. After a long interviewing procedure with the Grand Lady, contenders were officially reassigned to available positions, while the most skilled candidates from the pool of applications were appointed to office. Three positions in particular were given out, Master of the Hunt, Court Custodian, and Court Alchemist. These positions were given to Lord Vladrik O’Rouke, Her Highness, Sophia Von Draco, and Firress Esther Die Eiriksdottir, respectively. Join me in congratulating the recipients of these positions, and let us see how they can benefit the kingdom! UPDATES TO THE NOBILITY NOBLE PROMOTIONS The Barony of Zvaervauld The House Weiss is a fairly new family, yet its dedication to Haense-Ruska has proved just as great of a resolution as many older families. He showed potential after becoming initiated within the Brotherhood of Saint Karl. Most notable was his contribution to the founding of the Royal Hussar Unit. He went on to lead both in Military roles and in political roles as he was voted in as the tribune for the BSK. The Weiss Family has also done their job in supporting the Kingdom, working where they can, be it in the fields, or in the courts, or in the military as their father does. They have shown their dedication and have been seen. Join me in congratulating the Weiss family on ascertaining the title of Peer! May they serve the Kingdom well! NOBLE UPDATES Ludovar Retirement Adele Ludovar has been serving as Countess for Ricksburg twenty-eight years. In addition to her leadership role within her own family, Adele Ludovar also worked on sustaining the Office of the Justicar, which actively looks to train more Justicars and detectives so that crime within Haense will conitinue to be nearly nothing. Under the Countess’ reign, she saw the rebuilding of the keep, which had better fortifications and living spaces than that of Otistadt. Adele Ludovar is succeeded by her daughter, Emma Ludovar, the new Countess of Ricksburg. FROM THE KNIGHTS The Strongest Walls Crumble Ser Walton had been serving the Royal crown since King Sigismund III. The Knight strove to honor his calling and protect the royal family at any cost, even if it meant giving up his own life. While a Knight has to do such things, there was a fervor inside Ser Walton that no other Knight carried. He was the ideal soldier and guardian. His death shall leave a large hole within the Kingdom and the Order of the Crows. Crow’s Watch Towers The Order of the Crow Knights have consistently done their duty, whether it is protection to the Royal Family, tracking down horrid beasts, or dealing with enemy troopers. Therefore, by decision of the King, a series of fortified towersare to be constructed as rewards for their service. These buildings—towers scattered over Haense—would be used for a variety of tasks, such as siege fortifications and more varied training grounds. IV JOVEO MAAN, His Royal Highness, Marius Audemar Barbanov, Lord Palatine and Duke of Markev. His Lordship, Ser Sebasien de Savoie, Deputy Kommissar and Meyster Knight of Hanseti-Ruska.

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Iulius Vernhart looks down from the Seven Skies with a soft smile upon his face. It was not his other children, but his eldest, his disowned child that brought his family to this. He had watched the redemption story through… he could be proud of another one of his children. Iulius turned to his family and pointed downward. @MapleSunflower @Harald

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