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The personal invitation was received with immense gratitude by the heir of Senna. Ledicort made great effort to show it to his one and only sister, Cyrene. "It looks like Lord Garen thought of us!" The Sun's Smile formed across his face as he thought of the day at hand. "The only problem I have is trying to figure out what to get him." The next few months leading up to the celebration would be quite busy as he searched for a great present. @Parasolii

At the very same balcony from where he originally heard of Lord Adrian's ailments, Ledicort would read of his demise. He would immediately reach for letter and ink, for the conversation from before urged him to do so.

William of Aaun remained there in the Seven Skies as he awaited the arrival of his children. His hope, in his last days, was for his children to succeed him where he could not. His hope was that his children would not seek vengeance but instead would live fruitful lives; however, he would greatly understand the drive for glory and redemption that forced his own hand throughout his whole life. In his youth, he lived as an orphan in Haense with his brothers before the realm's desolation at the hands of his House's enemies. He was indoctrinated by the ideas of the Republic of Salvo and lived his middle-aged years as a Ranger, a bandit. Once the ideas of his youth died at the hands of a changing world and the birth of his children he would come to seek a different life for himself and his family. As he took upon the psuedo-surname of di Ves in honor of his mother's house, he would align himself with the Empire who brought destruction to his father, the deposed and everything but unrecognized Apostolic-King Marcus. It was upon assignment as an ambassador to Norland that he met his end at the hands of darkspawn prowling the northern pine. His dreams, his burdens, and his fate were now passed to his eldest son.

The young boy trotted through his father's office and was likely peeking through many of the documents brought across his desk. One particular letter stood out and caught his eye. As he read the invitation Casivian remembered earlier in his life when his cousin asked for his father's blessing. He had prayed that night for their success, and it appeared that it has finally grown fruitful. He'd have to drag along a friend or two for the special occasion.

A cooing child may be considered the greatest joy that the Creator may bestow upon the descendents of Horen, especially when it comes from a boy who was so rotund that it would ache the elbows of either parent. Ledicort Casivian of Edessa was a charming baby, or so he’d likely be told the rest of his life. He was responsive, opinionated, and always sought the attention of whichever bystander was fortunate enough to capture his attention. The unfortunate part of his birth is that he was brought into a world of chaos. War thrusted itself upon the enemies of man during his first few years of age. Forces of evil reigned over the northern, icy stretches of Azuras. Excursions of the dark forces attacked many strongholds within the Crownlands. How would this lordling fair in these times? Thankfully, he was innocently ignorant of these matters, for now.

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The missive reached the desk of the Princeps, and with a gleeful smile he'd leap from his church. "The LORD GOD has granted us favor in our hour of need. I shall continue to pray for the success of the Ivorian people and my closest Margrave. Perhaps this war will be bountiful. He'll surely require a reward for his great work." Henrik returned to his seat to brew upon the idea as the battle freshly rested on his thoughts.

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Name: Henrik Keen Affiliation: Principate of Ivoria, Kingdom of Burgundy Relevant Titles or Aliases: Princeps of Ivoria

It was upon his knees that Henrik prayed for the intercession of the Saints and the Creator's Aengels over the lives of his King's children. His prayers continued deeply through the night as he thought of his own children, that they might come to greatly serve the mantle set upon mankind and those who would take such a burden. To him, this next generation would bring a bountiful harvest to the world and strike back against the enemies of the Creator.

THE PRINCIPATE OF IVORIA A KEENLY WEDDING THE WEDDING OF HENRIK & SUNNHILD Published by Henrik Aurelius Keen Issued on the 16th of Horen's Calling in the Year of our Lord 2024. O’ FAITHFUL OF GOD, WITH JOY AND JUBILATION DOES THE HOUSE KEEN ANNOUNCE THE BEGINNING OF SOMETHING ANEW. The courtship between Lady Sunnhild of Cliffhaven and His Highness Henrik Keen of Ivoria has unfolded into a matrimonial union. We wish to extend our gratitude to those that supported the couple during their courtship and provide a moment of celebration for all to enjoy. The wedding shall be held within the Principate of Ivoria at the Blessed Temple of Saint Lucien in the month of the Sun’s Smile. As all weddings that have come before and all that shall come after, the union will be followed with a joyful feast with prayer & merriment in celebration of the Lord GOD’s plan for the couple. INVITATIONS LORDS OF THE CROWN: His Royal Majesty, Tiberias van Aert, King of Burgundy, and his Royal Household His Royal Highness, Owyn Rostova, Crown-Prince of Ravenmire, and his Princely Household His Royal Highness, Erwin Barclay, Prince in Reinmar, and his Princely Household His Royal Highness, Adrián d'Asturia, Infante of Asturias, and his Princely Household. Their Royal Highnesses, Cecily and Edward Alstion, Dukes of Alba, and their Noble Household His Grace, Sigmund Ludovar, Duke of Kvasz, and his Noble Household His Grace, Duncan Baruch, Duke of Valwyck, and his Noble Household His Lordship, Istvan Ivanovich, Baron of Basarab, and his Noble Household His Lordship, Leonid Othaman, Baron of Valles, and his Noble Household His Lordship, Arturas Whitewood, Baron of Silasia, and his Noble Household LORDS OF IVORIA: His Lordship & Her Ladyship, Ser Meili and Arya Altwegg, Margraves of Avistra, and their Noble Household. His Lordship, Lamentation Vindelion, Earl of Zweiberg, and his Noble Household His Lordship, Bastian Zenher, Baron of Zenher, and his Noble Household His Lordship, Alistair von Treuberg, Baron of Treuberg, and his Noble Household GENERAL INVITATIONS: House of Keen, all that bear the name of Keen Ivoria, all that reside within the Principate or deem themselves of the Ivori culture The Faithful, all allies of the Kingdom of Burgundy and members of the Holy Mother Church’s flock PERSONAL INVITATIONS: To Her Sister, Lucrezia Agnise of Cliffhaven The Most Honorable, Konstantin Leon von Augusten, Margrave of Schwyz, and his Noble Household His Lordship & Ladyship, Franz Edmund von Augusten & Aloisa Marlene von Augusten The Honorable, Konrad Wolff, Oberst of Ivoria and his Household The Honorable, Niklaus Sonnacht of Ivoria and his Household To Her Ladyship, Einin O'Rourke, the Bard, and her Noble Household IN NOMINE DEI, His Royal Highness, Henrik Keen, Princeps of Ivoria, Count of Carolustadt, Baron of Ames and Kensford, Knight of Ivor, Protector of the Ivöri people, Steward of Mount Vindicta, Seneschal of the Black Mountains Her Ladyship, Sunnhild Adelais, Lady of Graubünden

An invitation arrived for the Princeps Henrik, and as he reviewed the document, a warm smile crossed his lips. "How pleasant! I never expected an amicable interaction from the Ruskan. Perhaps GOD has changed their minds regarding the Ivori." He waved down his squire Peregrine and extended the document to him. "See to it that the horses are prepared for the trip." @Pepp1no

THE PRINCIPATE OF IVORIA A CALL TO THE FAITHFUL AN INVITATION TO A NEW LIFE Published by Henrik Keen Issued on the 15th of Godfrey’s Triumph in the Year of our Lord 2023. O’ FAITHFUL OF GOD, THERE IS A SEASON FOR ALL THINGS, AND UPON US IS THE SEASON OF REDEMPTION. As witnessed in the days of Ex. Godfrey, the Lord GOD’s faithful have triumphed over the deceit of the foul Iblees. Just as Reynard of Renatus witnessed the bounty of the Lord, you too may come to enjoy his bountiful provisions during this time of upheaval. We call upon the faithful of the Lord GOD to join by our side, within the valleys of Mount Vindicta, to seek penance for one's SINS against GOD and his Kingdom. All that are willing to turn from their wicked ways and seek refuge amongst the Ivöri are welcome to partake in GOD’s plan for our people. The Ivöri have suffered persecution by the servants of Iblees for many generations. Most recently we have suffered at the hands of the anathema who sought to destroy all that we are. They wished to pillage our city and erect false idols in the name of their lords upon our mountains. Lies, slander, and railing accusations were made against the character of our people and my Father, Atticus Keen. Many of the Ivöri suffered at the hands of these fiends and even died for our Lord GOD’s name. Despite this persecution, through the grace of the Lord GOD, we have thrived to the point where we may in turn offer GOD’s treasures back to the flock of the faithful. It is the responsibility of the faithful to answer GOD’s plan to aid the prodigals in their return to the faith. No matter your descent, the only requirement to take refuge within our community is that you place GOD and his word first within your life. All else will fall into place. The Ivöri offer many things such as food, shelter, and a place to grow within your faith. You may be persecuted by those that you leave behind, those that cling to the dead ways of Iblees, but do know that you may have life abundantly amongst the Lord GOD’s faithful. We not only seek out individuals to join the Ivöri, but we extend our hands towards families who wish to leave behind the toil & tribulations of the past. Homes and opportunities to work will be presented to all that come to the Ivöri. For the merchant, shops and stalls are readily available for you to procure your wares to the faithful. For those interested in lordship, land agreements & leases may be acquired to fulfill your needs. Within our cheese vaults the faithful will be able to produce their own cheese based on the refined culinary skills of the Ivöri. Let not fear or anxiety cast doubt upon your search for the Lord GOD and let us assist you as you turn from the wickedness of the west. Our lands lie within the east before the Duchy of Burgundy and the Holy Lemon Hill. You will find us along the borders of the lowlands. Any and all correspondence may be directed to me. Additional missives you should consider: Newcomer Guide Detailed Culture Guide Military Service Opportunity IN NOMINE DEI, His Royal Highness, Henrik Keen, Princeps of Ivoria, Count of Carolustadt, Baron of Ames and Kensford, Knight of Ivor, Protector of the Ivöri people, Steward of Mount Vindicta, Seneschal of the Black Mountains

One of the Princep's scribes procured a copy of his Father's work for Henrik's daily reading. He settled into his seat outside of DAS WUNDERBAR that overlooked the valley below. His eyes began to scan over the document with interest. A profound feeling took upon the young Lord, for he witnessed the very actions referenced in this missive. Within the city of Valdev his family was harshly thrown out and their name tarnished by the Raev slander. If it was not for the grace of his Lord GOD then he would've been slain within their gatehouse by faceless guards. He held no personal disdain for his brothers in faith, but he couldn't help but continue to recount these transgressions. A long list was saved in his memory, and this list would be close to his heart in the near future.

"May GOD have mercy upon us all..." It was upon his knees that Henrik Keen, the Princeps of Ivoria, prayed to the Lord GOD at a chapel before the summit of Mount Vindicta. As the world was in chaos & conflict, it was the Ivöri people who lived under the ultimate peace of the Lord GOD. He gave his prayer of thanksgiving, and upon its conclusion he stood to begin his descent towards the city of his chosen people.