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Adela Taronitissa, a severe Haense loyalist, panics. “How can we censor this?!?!”

A woman dressed in traditional Scyfling attire approached the fallen woman with a soft smile. Behind her followed suit a herde of eight goats. “Hej, little one.” She’d greet, bidding the young niece her arm, so they may await the arrival of a mother and sister: Anabel. Together.

A Dawn of New Beginnings

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SCELERA NON NOSTRORUM

Issued by House van Leuven,

On 1st of Gronna ag Droba, 515

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After years of seclusion, the newfound van Leuven family, known for their ancestral ties to Ashford de Falstaff, remained once nestled in the countryside. Though in recent years they have decided to reintegrate into society with the arrival of their long-awaited heir, young Adelina Claire van Leuven. The family, shrouded in mystery, had withdrawn from public life generations ago, prompting curious speculation among locals. With Miss Adelina Claire van Leuven reaching the age to assume the family's legacy soon at the age of three, the van Leuvens deem it fitting to reemerge. The return of this promising lineage formed under the tenure of late Karl III ignited intrigue and speculation for few, and carelessness for those ignorant of the bloodline, leaving the family circles itself tethering with anticipation for the unfolding narrative of the van Leuven family's return and reintegration into the social tapestry.

In both Savoyard and Raevir cultures, the names Adelina and Claire carry significant historical and cultural weight. Adelina, with its roots in Savoyard and Flexio origins, symbolizes nobility and grace. In Savoyard culture, Adelina is associated with elegance and sophistication, reflecting the timeless allure of its meaning. In contrast, in Raevir culture, Adelina is often perceived as a symbol of resilience and strength, evoking a sense of fortitude. On the other hand, Claire, originating from the Savoyard word for "clear" or "bright," is cherished for its simplicity and purity. In Savoyard culture, Claire embodies clarity and honesty, while in Raevir culture, the name is appreciated for its association with transparency and openness. Both names transcend linguistic boundaries, embodying virtues that resonate deeply within the respective cultural contexts.

A mother's love is an unwavering force that transcends time and circumstance. It is a boundless and selfless devotion that knows no limits. From the moment a child takes their first breath, a mother's heart becomes an eternal wellspring of compassion, understanding, and unconditional care. Through sleepless nights and joyous milestones, a mother's love remains a steadfast anchor, offering solace and encouragement. It is a love that sacrifices, nurtures, and celebrates the growth of a child. A mother's love is a profound connection that shapes and molds, providing a sanctuary of warmth and acceptance. It is a force that endures, evolving with each passing day, embodying a timeless and irreplaceable bond. My heart flutters with the prospect of my daughter, my firstborn having lived through her infancy. And I only hope for her to be the anchor of our beloved household once she acquires the same position as I long into the future, as Matriarch van Leuven.

May she serve House van Leuven and the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska well into her fruitful years, and blessed life.

MISS ADELINA CLAIRE VAN LEUVEN

B. 1960IST || 513HIST

@Dramatude

Krusae zwy Kongzem.

Miss Adela Taronitissa, Matriarch van Leuven

Mister Ratibor Reagan, Consort van Leuven

46 minutes ago, sarahbarah said:

Amaya's eyes soften as she gazes upon the babe - her grandson, and eventual heir to the Haeseni throne. No longer would she worry and prod; the future is secured. 

In the seven skies Elia hopes her beloved daughter now understands the plight of wanting grandbabies. Additionally she hopes Marius is fed goat milk.

Lhoris the corpse-stealing elf begins a new hunt for her collection. 

live a good life good sir

Hillith Athna continues to wander lands far away from the central continent. Peace of mind consumed her as she continued to assist small villages and farmers with their problems of darkspawn, causing naught any problem but the few wounds that caught her in old age.

Adela Taronitissa knew it was a good day to be a hermit. She continued to hide from her problems. 

9 minutes ago, alien_mc said:

Leutwin entered the skies - greeting his family and friends he had before, and ones he had not met. “I guess pleading for my children - simply not wanting them to be fatherless at the ages of seven and five, is pathetic.” The man chuckled, seeking to enjoy his time in eternal life. 

Priscilla Amelia does not change her perspective, brooding a brooding brood. “Orphans make the finest warriors.” She said, vanishing away back into afterlife.

In the harsh terrain of a hillside within the seven skies, Priscilla Amelia idled with a judgmental gaze. From above she watched her kin die, notably unimpressed with how he had faltered. “In his last moments he disgraced his dignity with pathetic pleas. He lived an entire lifetime only to not obtain the most valuable lesson there is: we men are formed from sin.” The opinionated Ashford brooded, perhaps biased in her dislike for Ipera’s lineage. “A child’s dream to wish for mercy in such telling times of war.” 
 

((cool pk post wish I got to meet the char))

A random Veletz maiden named Netty cannot help but greatly swoon upon hearing the melody from this infamous Bard. “I wonder if he needs a wife.” She said, adjusting her bodice. 

my nightly forum stalking has led me here. Definitely a strong builder 

For those who are gifted and linger nearby, one might notice an unseen presence nearby the resting Emma Anastasyta. As if some physical entity were nearby—.. Although nothing could be seen with the eyes, one could swear the vague scent of goat milk wafted in the air. Someone was overseeing that bedrest mother. 

(( [!] A frightened human-rper trembles with the Empire-posting. esterlen and sergeisala would be arriving soon. ))

Elia Eryka is unsure how to react from the afterlife. Silently she stares at the passed Aleksandr in shock. @Demavend

Elia Eryka is sincerely remorseful that she is deceased, as she is unable to now attend this glorious event. Sadly from the skies she watches the occasion below.

Somewhere in the skies above Elia Eryka smiles. The legacy of gems and regalia in Haense continues. 

+1

A cup of goat milk awaited Veronica in the seven skies. And from afar she could notice the aged Elia Eryka approaching with a warm smile. 

As done before with her grandchild Katrin, a long forgotten scyfling sought to sit nearby an opening in the clouds, looking down. She thought to sit for awhile and ensure all was well for her beloved grandson as he stepped up to a mighty mantle.

There she was, poised before the unknown Colborn with warm smile. “Hej, kin.” She ushered, Elia Eryka beckoning the fallen Colborn along, welcoming them to the skies with an offered glass of fresh goat milk.

this isn't realistic bc the pre med student would be crying

Elia Eryka formally tweaks in hell, distraught. “She gave away the family recipe.” She said, taking a triple shot of vodka with her goat milk chaser. 

Adela feels so much pride that she smiles. The de Leuven is so absolutely happy. She plans to write more for her Queen later.

Lhoris provided no overtly emotional reaction to the missive brought to her, brows vaguely knit as she stared at the words before her. It took naught twice but thrice to fully garner the context of those delicate scribbles, enabling her to gnaw at the interior of her mouth with deep thought. "As much as it pains for me to confess- those girls were bound not by blood, not by Lurin nor Lubba, but by Mika. With him gone, I am certain things shall not play out neatly for this wreckage of a homeland which that red-haired 'Lord of the Night' called home." The bitter elfess mused, glancing to her husband from afar with soft chuckle as she tended to her obese cat 'Mr Kitty': feeding him daily dosage of three sausage links and a large hen.