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From the depths of her comfortable home, the devoted messenger of hers sent news of this change in political tides. "She shall be more fitting than her father." Lhoris had said to herself, brows scrunched with an irked facade, eventually folding the paper as to dispose of it later.

Silently with a palm held to her collar absently in admiration, Adela Taronitissa admired the work before her in written form. Having been fortunate enough to be exposed to such new works with her isolated nature as a hermit, the woman was greatly moved. "Oh, to be a Lady." She ushered softly to herself, moved so much so by the written script she teared up some. 

Adela Taronitissa de Leuven slowly lowered her worn quill back into its haven of an ink jar, fingertips liberating their grip from its hold as she briefly ogled at her ink-stained flesh, lips held into a timid smile. “This is good.” She commented softly, hand gently crossing her mouth in idle pondering. A blue-eyed stare landed itself onto the colored glass of her window, watching from afar the bustling streets of the capital, content with its tireless nature. Although an isolated hermit, the skittish woman could not help but feel connected to her fellow people through the writings of their history, no matter how insufficient of a topic one might personally deem it. She took a hold of her beloved quill once more, writing to her Queen with the readied anticipation of a third volume, unrelenting in her work.

Adela Taronitissa de Leuven mourned for the distant relative. Although she had not occupied herself with the public eye nor general populace, she felt some sort of pity for the Godunov family.

Priscilla welcomed Manon to hell

On 10/19/2023 at 6:30 PM, Frostdrop1 said:

Even with that being true, it's a roleplay server and this is an attempt by non-bilinguals to imitate bilingualism because it's an inherent part of their character - obviously they're going to get it wrong just like how most other things on the server are portrayed inaccurately. It's strange and unusual to expect everyone to be a linguistic expert of code-mixing and then to call it appropriation when it's one of the most widely used languages in the world. Which culture is it supposed to be appropriating? Spanish? Mexican? Argentinian? American? 

Whether people choose to like it or not doesn't matter as much as a broader concept like appropriation,though, because that's just an opinion basis. People be as bitter as they like or don't like and that shouldn't really affect wider decisions too much. It might be wrong grammatically - but that's just being grammar police which I don't get the fascination personally.

no one is policing, this is an attempt to literally help those who are non-bilingual play more into the theme of the culture they’re roleplaying as besides the only thing being “hola, si, and tu”. It is an attempt to immerse them into the roleplay of Hyspia. Hyspia(ns) are influenced from a variety of post-colonial Spanish cultures, and this post by Lizzy is meant to help them. I trust you, people of any role played race will and do get shit on for using the irl language from the based cultures no matter what. At least the Hyspian playerbase is trying to assist their players. Also, the spoiler for not meshing the languages is because most players don't use Spanglesh as mentioned above prior, but just use “tu”.

(( that last verse was crazy

30 minutes ago, SethWolf said:

Walter Weiss was delivered the missive during a carriage ride back to the gateway of the Highlands, the Viscounty of Novkursain.

 

Ofcourse, a proud smile graced his countenance for his wife, and his family. Never before had their young house simultaneously held two positions upon the crown's Aulic Council. But then, his smile faded as he remembered Fabian.

 

Of the aftermath of the fall of Almaris, when he was only a child of nine. When Marian came to rescue him from the caves of Failor and take him to the ranch that Fabian and company had built. There, he was not treated as a lord, but as a boy. He was taught to bake, dance, and labor by the Kortrevich. And Walter fondly remembered of how terrible of a student he was, yet Fabian was ever-patient.

 

Those memories were bitter-sweet, a reminder of the cold-hearted killer Walter had become. He glanced out the window, into the blizzard as his carriage tumbled along the path to Novkursain and he considered for a moment if it would have been better if they could have remained on that pleasant ranch, hidden away from it all.

 

All of this served as an ever-present reminder that time was marching ever-onward, and Walter despite all his strength was powerless in the face of it.

 

Perhaps, he would visit Fabian in his retirement. He now more than ever needed guidance.

 

Somewhere in the afterlife a goat-loving Scyfling hoped Walter would pursue a healthier alternative than therapy to cope with ones trauma; to dance ballet. 

(Very nice post. I can see how much effort and thought was put into it. Hopefully it provides some nice rp!)

Somewhere a ‘thill with pale golden tresses occupied herself by detangling the many strands via ivory brush with nimble bristles. She mused as focus was taken to her appearance, basking in the glory of her natural grace and inherited beauty. The question remained on whether or not she would dare step into the public once more, but one thing was certain. 

Mira Visaj would remain her name.

@yopplwasupxxxvalid response. Having grown up on a server full of men with different perspectives compared to this one, it is refreshing to see an older gentleman who is able to set healthy personal boundaries. While there is no problem with people who are older roleplaying with younger people, I've always found it awkward roleplaying with people who have considerable age gaps from my own age, and have noticed majority of players who play females now a days in the humanity player base to be much younger compared to my age spare few.

2 hours ago, Nilyeet said:

Brendell woke in a field in the Seven Skies, squinting up at the sky with mismatched hues. Why. . . he shivered, though the rolling breeze was warm. Time passed as he sat and thought. Where was he? 

 

Some time later, minutes or perhaps days, he stood and turned towards his wife's form as she appeared. A smile graced his lips as he saw her. "Hallo, Schatz."

For the sake of Anastasia that aged goat-loving woman approached both Via and Brendell once they had greeted the more relevant people they loved - who too had passed. “You lived beautifully you two. Very gudi. Come- I'll show you the best place to watch over your babies, and get you a glass.. Or two.. Or three, of goat milk, ja.”

For the sake of Viorica, the unyielding march of eight goats sounded at the gates of the seven skies. From the back of the gaggle their shepherd appeared; Elia Eryka. With a motherly smile to bid the Kortrevich some solace, she reached outwards to entangle that newly passed Kortrevich. “You did nejt anything wrong, little bull. Come, go meet your family as we await your precious modir. Then you may overlook your children as they grow- they shall be in gudi hands. They've the might of a bull, do they nejt?”

Elia Eryka, in the seven skies, knows this only happened because Walter drank goat milk.

Favorite Houri memory 

Scariest shit you endured in Karkosa eventline 

why Alucard why

How have you enjoyed lotc so far

From afar with a simple smile etched onto her lips the recently deceased Colborn approached the arriving Astrid with many goats in tow, once she was welcomed by many warm faces. “Like my modir you shall nejt see your child grow alongside them. But from above you will see them loved and care for- our kin below will care for them. Until they too, join us. Come, little goat.” 

Elia Eryka dances, having formally beat Aleksandr to death. Thus winning.

10 hours ago, Pureimp10 said:

"Everyday I grow more and more drawn to Sanoism," comments Patriarch Josef.

@Papa Liam

((Very good post))

2 hours ago, Z3r05t4r said:

"I wish you all the best for your final rest. You had your quirks but you were one tough mother to these Stafyrs. Good on you. Give my regards to those who went before us." An aging Thondorus (the Older) mumbles, having received the news. "I ought to spend more time with family... I feel I missed so much..."

Elia Eryka personally dabs up a random @EmenziStafyr for Thondorus sr.

47 minutes ago, CopOwl said:

"Wonderful, wonderful ..." Muses the Matriarch of House Colborn with a warm smile upon reading her sister's work. "I wish dear Elia had thought to include sweet Amaya's Milagra necklace, earnt for completing her Nattrvaskr, and "The Beauty of Bethlenen" tiara; her wedding gift from mik." Anabel Elia Colborn frowns for but a moment.

"It's a shame, although the Milagra necklace is nejt necessarily lavish enough to reflect the riches of the royal family.. Nevertheless, it's wonderful to see more of Elia's talent."

 

Elia finds it deep in her withering soul to throttle Anabel by the neck a final time. Ve Eryka Jewlz was only jewelry she specifically made, not the entire collection.

Ember Collection

Penned by Lady Elia Eryka Colborn-Stafyr 

6th of Julia ag Piov
491

Introduction

     As I aged within my younger years, I grew alongside my multitude of cousins and siblings. One of whom was Ada Colborn, a cousin of mine who was moreso like a sister. Little did we both know, her daughter- our daughter, would blossom into a young Lady of unfathomable perseverance and notability. When her mother of blood had passed, I saw her spirit taint itself with hatred for life, much like Ada when our beloved Godric had passed. However, with the might of her family and Patron Ancestors she had turned that venomous feeling of loathing into fierce passion and ambition. It is with that change of character, and growth, I devote this collection to Amaya of Venzia and her Ember Courts. I love you, my daughter.

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Tiara of Venzia:  This marvelous tiara was a custom piece made by Lady Elia Eryka Colborn-Stafyr, Baroness of Thurant and Curator of Crown Jewels. Historically known for its mixture of scyfling and raevir influence, the headpiece is said to bring luck to its wearer. The regalia itself was made solely for the creators adoptive daughter; Amaya of Venzia. A carved band of pure gold ran along the bottom of the base itself, fifty miniscule pearls bordered the surface, with a fashioned brace of braided gold bordering the ivory spheres. Atop that gemstones of varying cuts lined the tiara in 1 carat cuts, making up a multitude of different faux-roses. The primary crystals used were that of rubies, fire opal, and red diamonds. Nearer the center of the circlet amber, peach moonstone, and garnet made up intricate designs that led to a singular larger rose of 3 carat Aeldinic rubies. What made for an even devastating alluring flair was the many creamy white albino-raven feathers of shorter length that lined the backside of the tiara, allowing them to poke upwards sporadically in a dashing display. 

The Amayan Bridal Crown: This crown was inspired by the traditional scyfling bridal crown donned by young women on their days of matrimony. High peaks of golden spirals were bound by more intricate design around the whole rotation of the regalia, symbolizing the beginning of new life and family under the beautiful union of wedlock. No gemstones were pivoted in the upper-parts of the regalia but rather the band which rested against the scalp itself; a variant of rubies, garnet, crimson spinel, and scarlet topaz lined the border; all in various cuts and sizes ranging from 1-carat to 6-carat, allowing for an onslaught of red to embrace the romantic piece. Typically, to further address the cultural importance of this crown, it is accompanied with an authentic and real flower crown to compliment the historical roots of its relevance. This one was specifically created for Amaya of Venzia, as she donned it paired with a flower crown made up of a multitude of roses from her familial gardens.

Ve Ruby Droplets:  Brought immediately to the attention of the wearer for this marvelous regalia was a disgusting glimpse of a stark scarlet hue. These earrings were made up of two simple gemstones; a ruby and a citrine. Made as posts, the earrings of pure gold held a small princess-styled cut citrine of a honey-colored tint against the earlobe, surrounded by a thin border of aureate material meanwhile strung from it in a dangle was a marvelous 5 carat ruby, it carved and polish in a teardrop contour. In the glare of light, the differing hues of red were evident, leaving for a beautiful sheen and alluring mystique in the admiration of the uncannily ethereal gemstone. 

Ve Elia Carnelian: These simple earrings were crafted from delicate ferrum wire, fastened to one's earlobe via sturdy metallic prong faceted by a small reddish-copper carnelian gemstone in a princess-style cut. Strung lowly from the crimson-tinted crystal was a thin chain of the same metallic nature to that of the wiring, connecting a larger carnelian polished to a vibrant shine which was meticulously carved in a pear or teardrop contour. This special set of earrings belonged to the Curator of Crown Jewels, Lady Elia Eryka - specifically being passed down to Amaya of Venzia with instructions for her firstborn daughter, the Curator’s adoptive granddaughter, to don for her coming of age ceremony. 

Nape of Embers: Made from specifically twenty circulate plates of white gold, two different crystals made up the jewelry, interchanging throughout the alluring piece. The two gemstones were both of great rarity within the Haense Crown Jewels, only being introduced under Amaya of Venzia’s reign; bumblebee jasper and the Koenas’ personal favorite, fire opal. The crystals were all carved to be cushion-cuts, hugged by flowering motifs to allow all the splendor to be focused onto the gemstones themselves, allowing them to easily become the centerpiece of any attire of the evening. 

Le Collier Rose: This given piece was acknowledged for its stunning beauty, consisting of a variety of five-petaled moonstone flowers set by black titanium prongs, the center of each contoured flowers being a delicate white pearl from the lake Voron found between the households Colborn and Baruch upon the late lands of Arcas. Fully binding the necklace itself was a trio of densely woven twine coated in thick wax harvested from Balianite bees. Hiding the twine from sight however with a variety of rare pink pearls chiseled through, allowing them to be strung into three alluring rows, emphasizing both the luxury and expense of this charming regalia. 

Faces of Colborn: Typically worn during more grandeur events, this specific regalia was made with Amaya of Venzia in mind, forged to reflect her historical roots with a more direct approach. Made up of five different pendants, the bracelet held onto the ivory facades of Colborn’s personal to the heart of the intended wearer. On the leftmost side two figures were seen carved boldly into the chalky material; Jesper Colborn the Patron Ancestor and Katherine Vanir-Colborn the Patron Ancestor. On the rightmost side was; Isabel Barbanov-Colborn the Patron Ancestor and Saint Carr of Carenthall. However the center pendant was of the most relevance, being Dame Ada Colborn, the first Dame of the Colborn family and mother of Amaya. Bordering each pendant was silver, twenty snakeskin agate in zicron-cuts, set neatly in place. However, the center facade of Dame Ada was specifically bordered by thirty smaller zircon-cut fire opals. The five primary components made up the entire rotation of the wrist, bound by simple silver chainlets. 

The Honey Embrace: A unique choker meant to suit attires for more casual evenings, primarily made up of thick hide found from Aeldinic goats, used for its softer texture and least injury against the skin - as it was meant to be donned tautly at the nape. The leather itself was of a muddy-copper coloring, suiting the crystal it was accompanied with beautifully. Found in the center of the choker was a brooch-like pendant carefully sewn to the tanned hide, embracing a piece of carved and polished honey calcite with aurum leaf-motifs acting as the border. This jewelry piece is often regarded for its ability to add flair while composing an air of simplicity. 

The Resting Raven: This hairpiece was a base of titanium and shaped as a simple comb, the spine itself making up the primary focus of the regalia. A detailed raven with black enamel fluttered its wings skyward, each deep line in the shaping of the avian made to illustrate its beauty. The eye of the raven - as the face was a side view - was a deep and stunning red ruby, taken directly from the vault of the Household Colborn. It is rumored the gemstone originated from Loviska Colborn, and the jewelry piece itself is homage to the roots of Queen Amaya.

The Wulfenite Brooch: A polished brooch forged from a slate of carved marble, consisting of primarily dark hues to contrast against the aureate wiring and molded gold. The metallic detailings are intricate and elaborate, embracing the oval shape of the sturdy base. Fixated in the center of the brooch was a rectangular-cut piece of Wulfenite, its intensely colored amber hue beautifully complimented the darker pigmentation of the marble. This regalia was specifically created for Amaya of Venzia as to compliment her plethora of stashes donned during her reign, suiting the starkness of her Ember Courts.

Her Royal Majesty, AMAYA OF VENZIA, 

Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, et cetera.

Lady Elia Eryka Colborn-Stafyr,

Curator of Crown Jewels, Modir of Goats.

A wavering pain struck the heart of that aged scyfling, twisting her soul in a severe anguish she had never felt before. Elia Eryka broke down into loud sobs as she had outlived both daughter-in-law and grandson, guilt and devastation tightening the embrace about her feeble heart. She donned black miserably, ordering for Henrietta to prepare a proper burial. @Jonificus

Elia Eryka simply exclaims, “SLAYYYY!” Soon to be revealed to have been referring to a child's book with slaying a mighty dragon she was reading to one of her many grandkids. 

Elia Eryka is not proud Alfred inherited her chronic smoking addiction.