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Joseph d'Azor huffed "She should've taken the necklace..."

An Orenian Kitchenmaster confronting a novice Kitchen aide having burnt the Kings Iron ore and lentil soup.

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Leufroy Olivier reads over the missive with a curt nod. "Good writings, but not enough pictures!" The young boy declared with a huff going off somewhere to spar something or another.

The Aged Duke of Azor read over the public missive within his estate with a scoff. "Grace? Not a chance..." The man grumbled, remembering very well the last investigation and the conscience of the Romstun woman. "I am sure she's done nothing wrong."

The Former Archchancellor Joseph d'Azor pursed his lips as he read over the missive, his mind spun as he considered the woman's hard work, truly Odessa had been one of his closest allies during his time in government. "A Giant indeed, It will be many a year before anyone comes close to filling her shoes..." He took out parchment inviting his friend over to crack open a cold one.

The Duke of Azor groans as he reads of the plague. "Fake news, this is just the Media hoping to control the people! It wont work!" He shook a fist at no one in particular, returning to the copy of FAX News he read on his desk.

The Duke of Azor dipped his head upon reading the missive, they seemed to come without end lately, another poured drink, another set of memories, another life lost too soon...

Azor Garden Party Published 19th of Sigismunds End, 1875 Through the recent years despite the trying times that have erupted across Almaris, the lands of Azor flow rich with gold, jewels and finery abound. In celebration of this newfound success, Azor will open its halls for the first time in over a decade to the public for citizens of The Kingdom of Oren and across the realm to partake in revelry, festivities and joyous merriment. The Gardens of Azor have produced an ever plentiful bounty from this summer’s harvest and it is wished to be shared amongst the peers and company of Orenians alike. I T I N E R A R Y GRAPE STOMPING COMPETITION With the latest grape harvest comes the need for wining and dining amongst the echelons of Orenia. To have everyone feel apart of the process of making the wine, there will be a grape stomping competition. The person to stomp the most grapes in the specified amount of time will win fifty mina. FEAST OF THE HARVEST In the Gardens of Azor, there will be a large feast hosted with foods relating to that of this seasons harvest being served along with the finest of animals being imported for roasts. Servants shall serve the meal as a grand evening has been prepared by the House of d'Azor for the milling around the gardens rather than the traditional and dated way of feasts at tables to encourage socialization. At the start of the feast, the men will be given orange blossom corsages to deliver to the ladies they favor after an evening of conversation. (Children will be given ‘make your own garden kits’ to make with their friends.) CHEESELAND TEA PARTY During the Feast of the Harvest, the children of the kingdom have a different soiree on their plans. Mariana Antionette d’Azor shall be hosting a tea party amongst the children of the Kingdom of Oren as her first ever event going into society. The tea party shall have all sorts of sweets that are favored by the Orenian youth and other games such as hide and seek played after. [[OOC: THURSDAY JUNE 9TH AT 4:30 EST]] [!] A special invitation would be delivered to Felder’s Rock, and the gracious Lector neighbors of Arentania @Islamadon Penned and signed by HIS GRACE, Joseph Ledicort, The Duke of Azor HER GRACE, Philippa Antoinette, The Duchess of Azor TRH, Edmund Ledicort, The Count of Azor Mariana Antoinette d’Azor, Heir to AZOR

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The Duke of Azor smiles as he reads the missive. "Thats my daughter!" He shouts to no one in particular.

The Duke of Azor pursed his lips as he read of the girls passing, although they had not spoken in some years he always harbored a degree of respect and care for the young girl who had come to him one day many years prior, simply seeking help. "Rest easy...Vasi... you deserve it.. You went through so very much." The man shed a few tears tucking the letter into his coat pocket as he paced, remembering their conversations long since passed, and her desire for peace.

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The Duke of Azor hummed as he read the letter and the plight of the clinic that housed and treated so many. A letter would be sent! "Baroness Saint Lothar, I find within my coffers the ability to so readily help a place which has brought so much good to the people of the capital, and to those of Providence before, to work in the clinic is a noble profession and not one that should be subjected to such barbarous crimes. You will find enclosed a notation for the full 250 marks. God Bless." -Joseph d'Azor

The Duke of Azor smiled brightly as he viewed his granddaughters war efforts, a tinge of pride warming the mans heart. "Oh my little darling! What a wondrous field commander you will make!" @Cepheid Leopold Edwin frowned lightly showing the missive to his best friend. "My cousins a bit of a ****." @cherrybud

Joseph d'Azor frowned pursing his lips "So long Boss...so long..."

The Duke of Azor frowns as he reads of the missive, having already been warned of the beast of Vienne and almost mistaking a few of his visitors for the pyromaniac man. Sliding a bolt into his crossbow as he took a swig from his whiskey. "Let's see this fucker try something on the frontier..."

Joseph d'Azor frowns at the loss of such a great scholar.

The Duke of Azor read from the missive at a large wooden desk within his home, the halls were quiet around him as he read of the Kings passing. An enemy, one he had done his best to study, the one his father and the Emperors of yore had told him to be wary of. "One day a King of Haense will try it young Joseph, you must be ready, you all must be...." The words of John VIII once spoken to Joseph d'Azor run through his ears as clear as day. "The Haeseni lack in numbers what they make up for in nationalistic zeal, their king is their ultimate icon, all would die for him." The Count of Susa's advice also came rearing back. And yet when the war came it was not so black and white as what was originally printed to the Duke when he was but a boy, every coin has its side, and at least from the stories Joseph had heard, the tales spoken and reports read, King Sigismund had many. A king of firm repute. Joseph d'Azor let out a long sigh as he folded the missive "And so falls another, and yet no joy is brought, only sadness at life lost..." The former Archchancellor considered it all for a moment as he endeavored to pour out a drink for late king that night. Joseph stood at that coughing raggedly into his handkerchief a bit of red, quickly tucking that away as he continued to pace in his exile.

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The Duke of Azor clapped his hands together. "Thats my daughter!" He shouted in pride to no one in particular, unfortunately for the Duke, no one could heard him as he was all alone in his room in his exile.

Sir Henry Marshall a staunch Knight of the Empire held out a ripe yellow banana cracking it open for the orc as he entered the seven skies.

The Duke of Azor read over the news with a pause, a sigh emitted as he set the parchment down stepping to the edge of the tower as he looked off into the sunset considering for several long moments his friendship with the woman who had been through so much in her life. "She deserved a quiet life far far before this..." The man remarked to himself closing his eyes for a few moments as he retreated back into the halls of his exile, another friend lost, so many lost in recent years. Would he be the last? Did it Even matter if he was? Thoughts ran through Josephs mind as he unscrewed the top of his flask taking a long swig, consuming the liquid within easily he poured a second flask out for her.