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Sister Mandragora pondered these things deeply, for she had been at the forefront of a movement to span continents.

Nutmeg smiled, for she finally had a place to go with all her plushies!

Her Royal Highness, The Dowager-duchess of the Rothswood, traced her sharp fingernails over each letter of the missive. She turned to her left, appraising the Farfolk man she had since grown close to. "Aden, how would you like to help me and Ekaterina with festivities?" @caddisf1y @Levicourpos

Irena Barbanov, Duchess of the Rothswoods wept for the one person she truly ever loved. Catherine was not a perfect mom, she was absent much of the time, but Irena's devotion to her verged on fanaticism. Catherine could do no wrong. No one came close to her for Irena, not her husband, not even her own children. In a way, she was stunted, her mental state in this specific instance never advancing beyond an idealistic child who wanted more than anything for her mother to be around. Even when she had grown up, Irena kept Catherine on a vaulted pedestal, never seeing her as a fellow adult but as a figure of divine proportions. Someone so moral, so just, and Irena's mirror image. This was the first time Irena had cried in decades, even though she had tried for Sergei. She had grown numb to the feelings of the world, not like she ever had a solid grasp of them to begin with. What plagued her the most was the knowledge she would never join her family in the afterlife, for she was destined for far worse places. Meanwhile, Catherine's teacher, the Mali'ame who had watched her grow up all the while staying predictably ageless, also cried unreservedly. Yet there was less certainty on her end, as she made plans to touch base in the future. Death could not keep her from reaching her loved ones.

Somewhere off in the distance, Suhae had already warned this other woman about the situation. she sighed, shaking her head.

The Duchess of Rothswood consulted some of her underlings in a bid to find her distant niece, Milena.

Her Royal Highness, IRENA KARENINA BARBANOV-BIHAR, nee Sarkozy Title(s) Princess of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of the Rothswood, Lady of Pompourelia and Sapron Heritage An illustrious yet inbred background on her mother's side, plagued by defects. Her father's side, an old line diluted by time and common blood. Irena's blue-blooded status is entirely derived from her mother. Allegiance Hanseti-Ruska Physical Description: Race Heartlander-Highlander Gender Female Build Thin and willowy, like she could be blown away with a gust of wind Height 5'8 Hair Color The iconic Novellen strawberry magenta hue, usually tied up in a bun to hide under a partial veil. Likes ● Her family ● Writing, though she keeps it private ● A good steak, rare, along with a glass of red wine. ● Cats and bats Personality A social chameleon with no outwardly defining traits beyond a tendency to act on impulse. She can disappear for months at a time without a word, much to the chagrin of her loved ones -- a trait definitely inherited from her mother. Martial Status Married to Prince Sergei, Duke of the Rothswood. Previously wedded matrilineally to Markus Morovar. Current Residence The Duchy of Rothswald and the Morrivi Prikaz Other Information Mother Catherine Anastasia Novellen, Princess Imperial Father Josef Clement Sarkozy, Baron of Pompourelia✞ Grandmother Anastasia of Reutov, Empress-consort of Holy Oren ✞ Grandfather Philip III, Holy Orenian Emperor Children Odrin Sarkozy-Morovar Stefaniya Maeve Sarkozy-Morovar Ekaterina Emma Barbanov-Bihar Sigismund Otto Barbanov-Bihar Amadea Maya Barbanov-Bihar Wilfriche Sigismund Barbanov-Bihar, though he is a stepson Language(s) Common, New Marian, Illatian, Flexio

A certain ginger, cursed by her own actions and the circumstances of life she found herself in, broke with each of the deaths of her loved ones. She could hardly bear to be on this mortal coil, especially with her paranoia of her husband dying. Yet she wailed, all night and into the morning, knowing it would not be possible. For death would not reunite her with her family.

this... would be massively useful

Irena Sarkozy Barbanov was preoccupied because her sky god was clubbing at the time

If you are able, I’ll dm you! Not wanting to publicly put my discord but you have me

Irena Sarkozy Barbanov watched with vested interest. She felt she should be more concerned, but very little mattered to her at this given moment.

THE ROYAL UNION OF EAGLE & CROW The Union of Prince Sergei Aleksandr and Lady Irena Sarkozy *A depiction of a past wedding between Haeseni Royalty After two years of courtship, His Highness Prince Sergei Aleksandr, Duke of the Rothswald and Her Ladyship Irena Sarkozy do find it fit to announce their marriage. The wedding shall take place at the Karosgrad Basilica and the following festivities shall take place at the Rothswood manor, located south of Karosgrad and Reinmar, within the old Dobrov woods. THE ROYAL HOUSE His Majesty, King Karl III of Haense Her Majesty, Queen Amadea of Susa His Serene Highness, The Grand Prince of Kusoraev Georg Sigismund His Highness, Prince Marius Dmitry His Highness, Prince Nikolas Leopold Her Highness, Princess Analiesa Josefina Her Highness, Princess Klara Elizaveta The Right Reverend, Bishop Maya Her Highness, Elizaveta Alban THE SARKOZY FAMILY, specifically Franz, Baron of Pompourelia Her Imperial Highness, Catherine Anastasia, Princess Imperial Emir of Endor OTHER INVITATIONS His Majesty, King Charlie of Aaun and their retinue His Highness, Prince Josef of Sedan and their retinue Her Highness, Princess-mother Amicia of Sedan Her Highness, Princess Johanna of Reinmar and their retinue Her Excellency, Countess Adele of Otistadt and their retinue The Morovar Family The Soldiers of the Brotherhood of St. Karl

Apollonia of Akritos woke up with a start, sweat beading on her forehead as the alarming vision overtook her for what seemed an eternity. A sudden wave of nausea touched her, and she retched, barely able to keep the contents of last night’s souvlaki down. The spirits had whispered to her, she deemed, but this was not the work of ordinary spirits she regularly consulted with. This was something darker.

Solheim, deeply concerned by this missive, vowed to protect her plant folk neighbors. After all, it was her job as a paladin to defend the innocent.

The televangelists of eshtael

Full Name of Man - Markus Morovar Date of Birth of Man - 1863 Name of Woman - Irena Sarkozy Date of Birth of Woman - 1863 Location of Ceremony - Balian Church Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1881

Solheim smiles. She finds the epiphytes quaint and adorable, frankly.

What is your name?: Apollonia What is your age?: Forty. What is your race?: Farfolk Where do you reside?: Celia’ or Do you have sorcery?: Fire and air. I also sense the dead. Are you currently in a political affiliation with any nation?: No affiliations. In a few words, please explain what ‘fun’ means: Whatever dulls pain. In a few words, tell us the most ‘evil’ thing you have done: I abandoned my own child.

Irena Sarkozy applauded anything written by her mother, and this was no exception.

"Why must she have changed her name from something so beautiful as Ioanna to Johanna? It's sad!" Irena lamented, her lips curling downwards at the missive. "Did her husband make her whitewash herself?"

[!] Spread throughout the dark recesses of Haense's sewers and slums is a distressing notice written in childlike print with ink that has begun to run like blood. HARK! A NEW DISEASE IS UPON US. A NEW DISEASE THAT ROTS BOTH BODY AND MIND. SPIRIT AND SOUL. YOU ARE ADVISED TO WEAR A MASK AND DISTANCE YOURSELF. THE INFECTED ARE TOO FAR GONE, PROBABLY. GODAN CANNOT SAVE YOU. HE TAKES TOO LITTLE INTEREST IN THE AFFAIRS OF DESCENDANT-KIND. BUT THE GOAT CAN. FIND SALVATION IN THE GOAT. HE WILL RISE.

Omg I gotta know my capybara