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I should have been more specific, I had meant projects currently regarding this map and not next. Apologies

I'm on my way to class, so I'll make this quick. Please for the love of everything above, give us an estimate of next map. I'm not impatient, id rather you take your time, but we are overlooking a vital part of our map transition. Our builders. I've heard so many rumors of when our next map will be, spanning anywhere from 4 months to next winter. A lot of people I know are making builds and exhausting themselves including me just because we don't know when the next map is, or even an estimate. Is there a possibility for the sake of builder burnout we get a specific estimate? Thank you.

Elia Eryka lowers her shades on her honeymoon, reading the parchment. “Kusin Lorence is getting married! That is so gudi.” She said, showing her husband. @AndrewTech

Somewhere in hell Priscilla Amelia recalls how House de Savoie welcomed her. Offering her both nobility and placing her familial colors within their grand fighting grounds. The Prince de Savoie claiming that her bloodline was in-fact powerful and prominent.

((oh hueh that's my bad! I had put in my bulletin points “kingdom” rather than the correct terminology. The Lucien I part is entirely okay though as it was assumed he had passed away irp. This was via rp due to Stefaniya’s relations with Evanna ad the time and the mysterious disappearance

Tabitha silently swept the floor in the vacant room with an uncomfortable poise, digits gripping tightly onto that broom as they additionally remained paired with her beloved cross. The maid had been sent by her employer the Matriarch de Leuven to clean out the emptied room of the deceased Priscilla Amelia, hoping to clear it up now that the period of mourning had passed. Nothing remained of the woman but ushers from her peers had convinced her that the vile woman certainly wouldn't reach the seven skies, and surely haunted the estate. As Tabitha muttered a frenzy of prayers, she came across the desk with a pale visage at the items seen. With a shriek and cry she scurried from the room. Nothing abnormal, merely her beloved dagger; Baiser de la Mort. Laid upon her copy of the House de Leuven missive - her final work.

Announcement of Death ________________________________ ________________________________ It is with great sorrow that we within House de Leuven hereby announce the unfortunate death of Lady Priscilla Amelia de Leuven. During the later hours of the night the servants had discovered the fallen Ashford deceased in her bed, having passed away during slumber. We request a period of mourning and respect as we cope and endure with this devastating loss, thank you. House de Leuven _________________________________________________ The last flicker of life swelled in her mind, rapidly changing its course as the woman laid in her bed. It was dimmed within her room, the gentle sway of her oil lamp enhancing the dusty four corners held at the edge of her wall. Such a bitterly slow decay, she thought. The irking chirps of crickets kept her at bay as she hacked away into a nearby basin, clotted with specks of blood. Sleep, she desired sleep, yet it struggled to come. In and out in her haze did the images come, consuming her in this miserable state. Bada-dum, bada-dum, bada-dum-............ First it was the dinner party where the four corners of her room expanded outward into a grandiose hall of elaborate wallpaper, every square holding onto a small painted insignia of that Ashford household. From afar she saw her two sisters frolic and spin, dressed in their finest silks as the younger girls were gawked at by nannies. They had always seemed to stress their caregivers, she called. Evanna with her pickiness, Margarita with her chaos, and she with her crudeness. A chuff then escaped her as soon two figures came into sight: one with locks of aureate and the other a silky brown. Her parents, her parents, her parents. Ba-Bada-dum, bada-dum, B-Bada-dum-.... The second vision came more harshly as the reality around her sputtered, bouncing as if against the waves of pounding drums. She was in San Luciano, rays shining down upon her as vicious roars of thrill filled her ears. Down below a game of strength within the sandy pits of the coliseum occurred, blade against blade. However, it was not the admired sport that caught her gaze, but the viridescent eyes from afar. She could not recall her name, the name of her first love. The sharp contours of their features, perfection of the composure and laid hands, and length of her raven curls. Her name, she could not remember her name. Only the taste of strawberry upon her lips. B-Ba-Bada-dum, Ba-Bada-dum, B-Ba-Bada-dum-.... She did not like this vision, it was gruesome, full of regret. Eighty-eight. Those two digits, she dreaded them. It began with an Alstion, and it ended with one too. Her dagger, that wretched but godsent gift. Who was the last? She could not recall, only the first. She was thirteen and he was four. His neck had been sliced so effortlessly; his cries so feeble while his mother's came out akin to a roar. He could have had a family like her, he could have been a husband or even a brother. His own Uncle had ordered his death, to be carried out so that a wretched relative might be heir instead of him. To be heir of a titleless aristocrat. How many did she have to slaughter so her sisters could live peacefully? B-B-Bada-dum, B-B-Babada-dum......... Lastly, she saw her family, her most cherished thing in life. She saw her best-friend and love Daniel, who held her up as she sought to support them. He was her anchor, she loved him greatly. She saw herself in her beloved eldest Caterina, a woman of grand composure and wit. She saw her husband in Lucrezia, determined yet loving. Cosimo, a boy and his crossbow, akin to she and her dagger. Ipera, that downfallen girl. She dreaded her behavior, how she picked up the impulsiveness of Margarita. Yet, just as quickly she saw a brief spark of memory; cradling her youngest babe in swaddled cloth as she murmured the name, “Ipera, Ipera-... Ipera, my sweet sun.” Oh, how her heart ached. Emelie, Manon, Ophelie. They were not her daughters, but she wished they were. Undeserving of the cruelty they faced much akin to herself. They would be well, she thought, they would be well. She could not recall the last thought as she idled there, chest heaving more slowly as the feeling of her fingers faded up to the neck gradually. GOD, please save me, she thought. She pleaded and begged, but in the end-... The sun had lowered, and she was faced with darkness. B-B-B-Bada-dum... Bada-...b...b...b...b-.. _______________________________________________________________ To House Leuven: _______________________________________________________

Priscilla Amelia herself is greatly curious of this. Additionally, she wondered who was LeBron?

A Fresh Dawn 11th of Jula ag Piov, 447 ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The prestigious family of Ashford de Falstaff has been around since the age of de Bar, born from the son of Ser Baldwin ‘the Black’ who sought only to revel in his own long-lasting legacy. Wrought from the sins of their fathers, the kin of this foretold ancestor allied themselves with the domains of Orenia, Savoy, and Haense. However, due to negligence from our parentage, it is evident through retellings of history we do not adhere to the same outdated ideals as our forefathers. It is with great consideration that we, House de Leuven, deem it proper to officially split ourselves from our newfound sibling lineage. THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS ARE NOT OURS. A fresh dawn is upon us. With the prospect of a glorious future my kin shall grasp at every promising vine, fastening them to the roots which is our ancestry. Forged from the sins of our fathers, they shall not guide us, but rather the might of our mothers. Since my arrival in Haense, I have watched as this younger generation of Falstaff grew, abandoned by their fathers but not lost in hope. However, they suffered as a result of their namesake, weighed under its stained reputation. They are not Savoyard, they are not Orenian, they are Haeseni. As a result, I make the following decree: A cadet of Ashford de Falstaff shall be formed and led by Emelie Ada Rousile Francesca de Leuven, belonging solely to Haenseti-Ruska. They shall be known as: House de Leuven. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Only the following and their offspring may hold this blessed name: EMÈLIE ADA ROUSILE FRANCESCA DE LEUVEN MANON YVAINE DE LEUVEN OPHELIE ELEANORE DE LEUVEN PRISCILLA AMELIA DE LEUVEN EVANNA ANNA DE LEUVEN ENSELT OTTAVIAN DE LEUVEN ALERAN CALANDRO DE LEUVEN PHILIPPE THEOFREDA DE LEUVEN GIOVANNA BELLA DE LEUVEN THÈODORE OLIVER DE LEUVEN DANIEL JOHN DE LEUVEN COSIMO ARMANDE DE LEUVEN May GOD guide us, Her Ladyship, Emelie Ada Rousalie Francesca de Leuven, Matriarch of House de Leuven, the Silver Stag Her Ladyship Priscilla de Leuven, Founder of House de Leuven, ‘the Harsh’

Betrothal of a Falcon and Lady Goat _____________________________________________________________________________________________ House Stafyr and House Colborn are happy to announce the formal betrothal of Mister Arthur Konrad Stafyr and Lady Elia Eryka Colborn. After a long duration of a grand friendship, the pair had decided to blossom into a fruitful courtship. One of such that only proved their strong compatibility easily approved under the watchful gaze of Horen and Saint Julia. It is with the blessing of GOD and both houses that we usher them into another period of prosperity, this one toward a more solidified unification. As celebration of their union, the pair shall venture for one or two years in honor of Lady Elia Eryka's great-grandfather and prior Baron of Bethlenen, Adrian Erik. May GOD’s light shine upon their path into future marriage. Couple Message: We would like to extend our gratitude first most to our beloved fathers; Adrian Colborn, Nikolas Stafyr, and Hannes de Vilain. And furthermore, our beloved mothers; Theodrada Stafyr and Anna Maria Colborn. With their guidance whether it be upon this realm or from the seven skies, they’ve led us to this point. We thank the support of both our families, and figures such as His Royal Majesty Karl III, the Lady Palatine, and our beloved friends. May GOD guide you all. Family through Fire, Licent, Honorem, Pietas. His Lordship and Baron of Bethlenen, Ser Maric "The Steadfast" Ared Dietrick Gerard Colborn Patriarch of Stafyr, Arthur Konrad Stafyr HAUCHARKIETAT and Lady, Elia Eryka Colborn

Elia Eryka stared at the parchment with a trembling grasp, lips thinned tautly. Without another word she shredded in into what seemed like thousand of pieces, feeding them to the hungry flames of her hearth.

Elia Eryka Colborn snorted as she gawked at the missive beside her relative. "When those in charge of the courts are nejt remember fondly for their cruelty and incompetence, I will feel nejt an ounce of pity for them. It seems like few cannot take a clue when the - as they stated - majority of their courts seem devastatingly appalled and upset." She said in the privacy of her home, petting the hide of her goat. "At least I have the courage to speak out against something that I and others view as improper and wrong. Unlike this mysterious writer who hides behind closed doors with their tail between their legs."

Elia Eryka thought of the final conversation she held with the woman, toying with a ruby necklace wrought about her neck. Wordlessly she approached the window of her bedroom and watched below as the floor became laden with snow, providing only a warm smile. "Long live the Koenas." She muttered, inhaling sharply with a few tears sparking to the brim of her eyes. Lady Blue, she had thought. A woman who she would idolize, a woman who she would recall and aspire to be like.

Birthright of a Bastard 7th of GRONNA AG DROBA, 445 ES I, Lady Priscilla Amelia Ashford de Falstaff, The head of my household fully acknowledged the following for legitimization; Giovanna Florentine. It is with my keen observation through my eyes and peers, that I deem her to fit for the transition from bastard to being a fully-fledged member of the household. Born from my youngest sister Margarita Baldwin Ashford de Falstaff, the young Giovanna has beyond proven herself worthy of her mother's surname through might of sword, wit, and determination. I hereby name the young bear, Giovanna Bella Ashford de Falstaff. As per the law of Haurul Caezk, King Karl III also does deem her legitimized. May GOD and her Ashford roots bless her. His Royal Majesty KARL III by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, and Toruv, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera Lady Priscilla Amelia de Falstaff, Matriarch of de Falstaff

ARCHITECT RECRUITMENT Office of Elia Eryka Colborn [George Percy Jacomb-Hood] 7th of GRONNA AG DROBA VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG ELDERVIK, To all builders of the Realm, whether a veteran or an aspiring one, the Haeseni Guild of Architects is searching for new builders to join its team and continue the development of Haeseni architecture around the Kingdom. As a builder in the ‘Ve Haenzi Randz i Arkietatz’ you become part of a wider team of builders, who work on developing the infrastructure of Haense. As a member of the Architect Guild, you may receive the following benefits: ● Possibility of tax exemption, and mina payments, depending on the construction. ● Builder workshops to teach aspiring architects how to design blueprints. ● The possibility to contribute to the development of Haense. Furthermore, we are looking for individuals to apply for the following positions; Drafter, Exterior Contractor, Interior Designer, Detail Expert, Demolisher Expert. For the description of each position please refer to our previous post outlining the guild and its function. CONTACT: Those interested within said positions should promptly send a letter to the Lady Elia Eryka Colborn regarding an interview. (OOC: bird via mc or forums)

It was the memory of goat milk she first recalled. The sweet delicacy she had always indulged on since her youth, and the first subject entertained when they had met. A mere girl of five years nearly six sent away for ballet school, within the chaotic citadel of Vienne. It was that flaxen-haired Baron who had offered to calm her, stressed to the core in the middle of a wine party ran by House Rosius. When war rattled her Kingdom, she had found that he had been taken prisoner, viewed untrustworthy and yet still honorable, bound to the Prikaz. However, instead of looking toward her in vain because of her alliances and differences, he opted to aid in raising her. It had been four years and more he lingered there being part of her life; goat milk, tea parties, ballet, sparring, reading and lullabies. Aspects she would've not been able to personally enjoy due to the loud and large frenzy of her own family. As she was proposed to, she celebrated and cheered, gripping to that newfound ruby tangled around her nape. She knew Hannes would be happy and have words of wisdom to spare and promptly she made time to visit. Yet as that letter was grappled in her hands, she felt all fall around her. "Oh-... oh, nejt." She'd utter softly, knees buckling below her frame as she ascended to the floor in a heavy thud. "Fadir..-.." The girl began, having already loss her beloved great grandfather and other fatherly figure to comatose. "Fadir!" A hoarse weep, and she began to mourn.

Elia Eryka went to gradually lower the charcoal in her grasp, aligning it nearby the set of blueprints she worked on with a smile. Suddenly to her delight she was disturbed from said work with word of said historical publication, lips further spreading upright. She made plans to visit Rhosyn and Arthur tomorrow, already freshly engaged to the latter.

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Emerentia miserably waits for her beloved niece to retire and then die, so she may finally ascend to the seven skies-.. or go under to warmer places.

Bishop Dosiya Kortrevich enjoyed a mimosa from the seven skies, signing a cross before her.

Elia Eryka Colbern enjoys a plate of spiced cod.

Lhoris sips wine with a straw like an absolute monster, fidgeting heavily. "Yes... yes..." She'd whisper to herself primarily, slowly dragging her fingers through Mika's hair... weirdly..

Light Never Wavers __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ Your words in irony are laced with falsehood, claiming that God has died. His morals and words live on even if in some truth he is physically no more. He lives through the beam of light which has been birthed in the allies who flank beside us; that of Xan, Michael, and Owyn. You say that you shall not hide though lie behind a moniker with the meaning of plague. Perhaps in earnest truth that is what you are, a disease. We need not the protection of God, for the tribulations he grants us is merely a trial of our faith and ability to strive. We shall reach the glory of the Light while you fester and rot. While there are only obstacles to block light momentarily, sickness can be rid of. Farewell rot, for you shall be conquered and abolished. - Cyra of Ahad

A Humble Request _________________________________ [A painting of Lady Haense] Penned by Lady Elia Eryka Colborn On this 4th of Jula ag Piov __________________________________ We are all children of GOD, that much is acknowledged. Yet, it seems that recently by the feverish zeal of our beloved sovereign that nobility within our ranks have publicly shamed for their unfortunate sin: lying outside of marriage, thus producing the birth of baseborn. Due to the wretched influence of the old Orenian Empire and the Mistress Rothesay, humanity has spiraled. Trends of copulation out of wedlock have filled Haense to the brim, and it has to stop. There must be consequences. I beg our King, our beloved Monarch, that he take action. However, in that same light, I would like to bring attention to the true sufferers of this lustful sin: the bastards themselves. They linger within our streets, scorned and socially shamed due to the error of their parents. How is that fair? It is said within the Scrolls, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not lie with your kin, nor those of other tribes, and none shall lie together but in holy union.” [Virtue 3:9] Where does GOD say that the product of this sin must suffer the same as the sinner themselves? I implore you, be the merciful sovereign GOD intended for Haense. You are the son of your father and more. Show righteousness where it does not shine; Ensure that the peers of your realm legitimize these children to spare them from their parents’ sins, just this once. Moreover, I suggest the establishment of a social blockade to prevent these bastards from being born furthermore, so that no child should ever suffer in this manner again. And so, I plead with you, your Majesty. Be considerate in your decision-making and think not only of the acts committed by your peers, but of the innocent children who suffer the consequences. In doing so, I implore that you allow these children to live free of shame and humiliation. I beg you of this, please. It pains me greatly to see the bastardry of Haense suffer so terribly for circumstances so blatantly out of their control. Your loyal servant and fellow Canonist, Lady Elia Eryka Colborn

Colborn Culture: Legitimization “RITE OF GODRIC” Discovered by Elia Eryka Colborn ________________________________________________ I. Introduction II. Preparation III. Ceremony IV. Celebration V. Final Remarks ____________________________________________________ I. Throughout the duration of my Coming of Age trials I have been tasked with discovering an ancient part of my culture, bringing it back to light. Hence, I have made the rediscovery of our ancient tradition regarding legitimization. Within this publication I will digress on the proper etiquette, preparation, and celebrations done throughout this important practice and provide further elaboration on the required process for its completion. II. The preparation for the transition from Black to Colborn begins years prior. The fortday before said baseborn child selects their Patron Ancestor for their Coming of Age trials, they are required to pick the elderberries for ceremonial vintage. Typically, this is done alongside the ruling Patriarch or Matriarch at the time, where they and the participant speak of the future, religion, and hope. While simplistic as a task, this beginning gesture holds great symbolism for a long hopeful future. After the elderberries are plucked the bastard or another member of the family will brew a wine out of said fruit, storing it away in a clay pot etched with religious and familial engravings such as crosses, sigils, and otherwise. It is after this that the recipient shall be granted their Coming of Age trials to which if they pass shall be formally acknowledged by the Church, yet not yet by the household. After this the next steps may be initiated. (Should said Black be unable to finish the trials, the ceremonial wine is to be fed to flames, and their Patron Saint apologized to) With the further preparation the bastard in question is required to collect flowers, one per Patron Ancestor of the five they select, different for each one. These are to then be presented to the Patriarch/Matriarch in ruling before being ground down into a paste. Alongside this it is required for the Black to acquire an item as a gift for their selected Patron Ancestor, to honor them. And finally for the bastard and their personal preparation, they must ready a speech of gratitude and hope for the future with their newfound surname. To be spoken at the conclusion of the ceremony. As for the Patriarch/Matriarch they must ready a pendant with the Colborn tree to be gifted to the Black further within the ceremony as well as a speech regarding the participant. III. The ceremony of legitimization begins with the bastard in question donning a cloak made for black bear pelts, kneeling before the start of a pathway with herbs and wood ready to be set ablaze. A family member will then set forward while mumbling a prayer of their choosing while coating the scalp of the Black in the flower paste until it is covered in a thick coating. Soon after the path will be set on fire and slowly the Colborn will tread to the other side while a ceremonial speech will be given by the Patriarch/Matriarch. During the speech and walk the Colborn shall also be drinking from the elderberry wine they crafted years prior. When reaching the end of the aisle they will be greeted by a basin or barrel of holy water and promptly beckoned to place their head into it entirely and wash off the flower paste. It is then they revoke their beat pelt and replace it with the gifted regalia by the head of the house at the time. Concluding the ceremony, the now legitimized member of the family is made to face those in attendance and make their speech. IV. After the grandiose ceremony the family would typically host a long celebration with an assortment of events. It is common that the events are catered to the likes of the legitimized kin themselves, paired with drinking and dancing. Examples of this could be found with Lorence Colborn who found the majority of his celebration themed with vibrant colors and painting as he was a famed Colborn artist during his time, responsible for many famous pieces in both Haense and family history. V. Tradition is what carries the legacy of our ancestors and our own, engrained deeply within ourselves through every step. It is my intention to ensure and hope that within this publication future kin may continue to carry this sacred ceremony with them. So, they may ensure that all of their children bask in the glory that the Colborn before us had planned for. It is in this same light that I devote the rediscovery and publication of said tradition to my beloved cousin Lorence. Family through Fire.