Sawona

Matrimony of Balamena

It is our pleasure to announce the upcoming union of Thomas of Balamena to Olenna of Joannesport, the two shall be wed in a proper Canonist ceremony on the Fifteenth of the coming Tobias’ Bounty, 1892. This service will be officiated by Archbishop Cyrus within the Chapel of Saint Emma of Woldzmir, located within the heart of Petra.

Before the ceremony, a celebration will be held for the happy couple within the Petran Patriot Tavern. A feast of plentiful food and drink will be provided for all who join for this momentous event. The only ask of the bride and groom is that attendees arrive in good spirits, and an empty stomach.

Special invitations, each bearing the seal of a dragon set in purple wax, are sent to the friends and family of the pair, though all within the Commonwealth and greater Harvest Confederacy are invited;

TMH the Dame Chancellor, Catherine of Furnestock

TMH the Regent, Paul Salvian, as well as those of House of Temesch et Moere

The Honorable Sadie, along with those of House O’Rourke

The Rt. Honorable Matilda, along with those of House of Mardon

The Honorable Lady Nicoletta, along with those of House of Halcourt

The Gentleman Emilio, along with those of House d’Anpalais

Sister Calliope Renata

     It took me time and hard thought to decide to write this for you today. As I believe the people of Haense could choose their runner for themselves, who they wish to hold for the future. That the words would not change their minds of someone's true character. 

    Though with this said, I understand the trust you must hold in somebody's ideas to set them with the fate of your homes. Your hard work, and your representative. So I speak before you here today.

     As such, I want to present to you - my brothers, my sisters, the fathers, the mothers, and every good man, woman, girl, and boy of Haense. My name is Kamilla Irena, I too am a mother, a daughter, and a friend of yours. 

      As such, I know that we all wish our children to enjoy their young lives. To giggle and laugh, live a natural childhood of which cannot be disturbed. Though these kids will soon lead in front of our own eyes, grown with beards and grown with long dresses. Fingers suturing and stitching their home together, and hands defending it with an iron grit. They need to be cherished now, and encouraged in their futures- as they hold our own in their hands.

•      Events which would invite all youth of Haense to enjoy their time together. Perhaps a yearly game or at least a meeting of sorts to share stories and bond with each other - giving them important time to help learn about one another. These people will lead our futures- and their trust of one another is crucial.
•      To bring back the schooling system, shall the public find it in their desires to do so. The classroom within the city has slept silently for too long. Gathering dust and crickets making their homes in the corners. Classes should be encouraged and re-enforced by leaders, parents, and influential figures. These classes help create our future- and we ought hold them for a number of things. Not simply a single subject, as not everyone can be entertained by a singular thing. 

     Yet, as important as children are, we should not forget the others who allow our kingdom to run. Our soldiers, the knights, the doctors, the tailors, the smiths- all of these people have created Haense, and we must respect the responsibility set upon their backs to help craft this home we have made.

•      Ensuring our clinic has the materials, the doctors, apprentices, and the room to perform their daily duties. They maintain the hands that build this place, and they maintain the bodies that protect it. We must ensure they have the support to maintain a humane standard of living and a promise of respect.      
•      Classes of medicine. We cannot maintain hope for only two or three doctors to suture our citizens and soldiers alike. The Brotherhood should be offered classes on how to treat their own in a time of dire situation. Field medicine is especially important when it comes to assisting your comrades on the field. 

    I'd like to begin to arrange more events, grand things to bring Haense back onto the map as a flourishing place of entertainment and new experiences. Not only for ourselves- but our allies and friends alike to join us in these perhaps extraordinary celebrations of our people and their lives amongst us. 

     As well as trips to the lands of our nobles for a visit and a trip where they could share histories and beauty of their land as well as treat the guests, peasants, other nobles, to dishes and meals to show the best they got as well as make the pit between nobles and peasants smaller.

     With that I will conclude my speech, as it is far too long. Thank you for listening to me, alas I hope to see you all in the wonderful city of Reza

IGN: Sawona

Character Name: Kamila Irena

Age: 34

Place of Residence / Street Address: Reinmar

Position:  Maer

OATH

NAME (and house if applicable): {Kamila Irena Barclay | House of  Barclay }

DEGREE OF KNIGHTHOOD (Arma Patrina, Crow Knight, Marian Knight): {Arma Patrina}

AGE: {23}

LIEGE LORD: King Andrew IV

CHAPTER/ORDER (Order of the Crow or Marian Retinue): {Order Of The Crow}

Do you, Kamila Irena Barclay swear now upon the blade of Gaius Marius, the first Hochmeister of our earliest order, that all you say now is true, and that you have come to receive your knighthood?

Response: It is.

The truth is the burden of all knights, one that only the diligent can bear.  Will you be true in all things, even if it may lead to your demise?

Response: I will.

To bear this burden, a knight must be strong.  Will you be strong of spirit, and resilient to all forms of temptation?

Response: I will.

In order to be strong, a knight must be brave.  Will you be courageous against your enemies, and to defend the helpless, even if it may cost your life?

Response: I will.

In order to be brave, a knight must have honor and loyalty, lest he fall to sinful ways.  The knight must be above reproach, his honor and allegiance unquestioned. Will you be honorable and loyal to your king, your people, and above all else, to God?

Response: I will.

When you take this oath, you will no longer be a man.  You will be a knight, invested with holy responsibility by God himself.  Do you accept this burden that God has placed upon you?

Response: I do.

Now for your oath.

Do you swear to be brave, strong, and true, as all knights must be?

Response: I so swear.

Do you swear to be honorable and loyal, to never forsake your vows nor your allegiance?

Response: I so swear.

Finally, do you swear to uphold all which is holy and good, and to honor God in all your actions?

Response: I so swear.

A single, long wilted poppy rested where once a city stood. Long dead by the harsh conditions, while from the seven skies a woman watched. Whether smiling or frowning is a mystery

Long past, she only reminded herself of words long lost in the winds of time
Said by her to the man she, despite all, she held dear until the end

"I may be blind, but it's your heart that's covered by a web of lies"

She remembers how captivated she was by his charms - how happy she was for Rodrik after he received his title
Just for her to suffer the pain of never being able to be the mother to her children that she wished to be

And despite the fact that she was very thankful for Nikolaus and the others for taking care of her children, how she dreamt she could still there

CROWS THEATRE TROUPE

-=-

Issued and Confirmed by HER EXCELLENCY, Kamilla Julya Stafyr, Lady Chamberlain of Hanseti-Ruska

TO BRING FORTH THE WONDERS OF HAESENI FOLKHOOD, the Lady Chamberlain is seeking to gather the finest art-workers of the land into a grand Haeseni theatre. For this, she asks that all willing Haeseni actors, playwrights and songwrights step forward to her, able in the theatre to gain not only renown on the realm’s stage but further experience in these endeavors and a wonderful team to work with. Would-be performers do not need rich grounding in theatre, but must merely be truehearted in their work.

Actors / Actresses 

Any willing man or woman who seeks to act in the manifold plays to be held is welcome to take part in the theatre, as in doing so they shall provide the cornerstone for the mirth and gaiety to come. 

Playwrights

While any man may submit a play for use in the theatre, the theatre also seeks to work alongside full-time playwrights whose sole calling will rest in the writing of play-craft.

Songwrights / Singers

Those skilled in songcraft—be it in singing or the playing of a harp or elsewise—have a clear and marked role in theatre-work and are asked to come forth. Thus, those with abilities and talents with an instrument, voice, or writing of songs are welcomed to apply.

Signed,

HER EXCELLENCY, Kamilla Julya Stafyr nee Baruch, Lady Chamberlain of Haense

Character Name: Kamilla Julya Stafyr

Age: 31

Place of Residence [Street / County Address]: The County Of Nenzing

Position: Lady Maer

1728 Sigismund’s End

The bed creaked quietly as Sarah sat down to lay to rest. She listened to the fading steps of Primrose and Roderick who just left her room to let the woman regain energy. Those were the two she cherished the most out of all, helping them grow up as if they were her own. 

Letting the tears drain, her blonde hair slowly rested on the soft mattress, not bothered to take off her clothes. The hair covered her face, her countenance now had long lost its shine, just as did her eyes. Surely, compared to just a mere few years ago, the woman looked quite miserable. 

Another cough filled the otherwise empty and quiet room.

She looked back to the conversation she held just a few moments ago, one where Sarah kept reassuring the two young adults it was okay, that they were great and she was proud.

She figured out they both caught on.

"I'm so sorry" The lady would say to herself, arm now covering her once again teary eyes.

Sarah knew they both caught on. They were smart. They were such bright children… had it not been that damned war, a war that took so much from so many.

The trail of thoughts was stopped only by another set of coughs, this time she could feel the pain fill even her lungs. She groaned, sitting up.

Once she glanced at her hands, Sarah saw the place where a band would previously be on, making her thoughts go back to simpler times when she'd still work at the tavern meeting Rodrik…

The woman glanced at her desk, an unfinished letter would hide under a bunch of books.

But now the woman had no intentions of finishing it, it laid there since a few years back. There was no point in finishing it now.

Feeling her eyes become tired, body overtaken by sickness that she so bravely tried to keep in, she laid back down Whether it was some medicine or forcing herself to just keep in whatever pain she felt, at least for those last moments 

Last…

She didn't want to die

No, she had so much to see but the feeling of weakness was just too much.

"Ah, perhaps a small nap will help, like usual."

Speaking softly, lying to herself, Sarah reached for a piece of paper to write a short message to whoever shall read it.

"To everyone and all that I love

I'm happy I got to meet you."

She laid the messy note down next to her, the handwriting lacked her usual gentleness and care, which Sarah always put into any piece of writing coming out from under her hand

The blonde knew she wouldn't wake up

No, this has been going for too long

And maybe only if she wasn't so stubborn, so careless 

But that didn't matter...

The woman looked at the empty side of the bed. Years ago someone always was near, kept her company, kept her safe and loved. Safety, how ironic, she didn’t feel safe out of the house in a while. No matter if she had a weapon on her or not. She could very well fight with her fists, after all, even if for a rather short period of time, she did join the army and fought, training with others.

Her sight laid upon a sword, laying on the shelf. A beautiful longsword, ‘The Heartstriker’, a gift from a dear friend… almost someone more than a friend. That made the woman wonder, what if she chose another path - changed one thing, made one less mistakes

Maybe…

But she can’t say she had the worst life, looking at all the people she met. The family she gained along the long journey. From Mikhail and Aleksander, to the Kortreviches and all people of Haense. She loved them all, even if not always showed it

But that didn’t matter, but she didn’t mind anymore. Fate was never kind, and the most important lesson was to just flow with it. That’s what she did

Sarah laid her hands on her chest, closing her eyes softly as she drifted off to sleep.

And then… there was no pain.

The morning sun won’t light up her eyes anymore, making them shine the colour of the sky

Sarah Greenhill-Kortrevich

1686 – 1728

IGN: Sawona
Character Name: Kamilla Julya Stafyr
Age: 25

Position: Maer

Ign:  Sawona
IRP Name: Kamilla Julya Stafyr
Age: 21
Residence: 5 Marian Blvd.
Discord: Saw#1299
Speech:
“Dear citizens of Reza, brothers and sisters... I'd like to present to you a few things you may seem fit to change. 

After all, we all wish for a better and a brighter future, a safer place where bonds between our neighbors can be created and tightened, where we all can have the right to smile and speak freely! 

That is why I think we should remember the past, the heroes who fell for our city and for our great kingdom. To learn from the conflicts of the past, so we can make a bright future to look forward to!

I seek to ensure that our youth, our children, can be raised in peace, that they might learn in a environment that will grant them all the needed materials to be able to do so. As a mother of two, I personally wish for my children to be raised in safety, to aspire to their dreams and make sure that they they become realities!

We seek to make our walls open for newcomers, so we can expand our community and bring prosperity to Reza, to make people wish to join us and share their talents and their stories with us. 
I wish to expand our trading relations as well, to invite merchants to set up stalls in our great kingdom. To make sure the shops are always stocked and that the shortages of the wartime era are no more!

After all, we care for this city, and people in it, as we are a unity, and I wish for nothing more than this unity to grow.”

The news reached her as Kamilla was spending time in Nenzing, tending to her children

The woman wished to suprise the man who raised her, show him his grand-grandchildren just a next saint's day, as they were still young and needed to wait for a travel from the place she'd have settled in with her lovely husband

Needless to say, it was a shock to her, somewhat expected but still a shock

She looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath

"Rest well, grandfather, you have served your time. It's time for us to make you proud"

The consequences of some actions will stay with us forever, that was a thing Kamilla, despite her young age, learned very well 

She remembered holding her mother's cold body, body of the woman whom made her feel... alone. Yes, she was thankful for her grandfather, he had raised her well, but with no real woman role model Kamilla felt lost

So she decided to hate her mother

Only when it came to their last meeting that she realised that she missed her. Much more than she expected

She was terrified when her body fell down. Kam spend wat too much time looking at her mother and making sure that she looked at least half as wonderful as when she breathed 

Now she found herself in Ayr, kneeling in prayer that perhaps the God will forgive her and her brother

That her mother will meet a better place after her passing 

Who was at the fault here

She couldn't tell

"I'm so sorry mom... I miss you"

MC Name: Sawona

Character's Name: Kamilla Julya Baruch

Character's Age: 13

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Water Evocation

Teacher's MC Name:

         PuddleMancerPro

Teacher's RP Name:

         Morgan

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

The woman was quite glad to sing the paper, knowing it may prove useful in the future 

Not for her, but the little ones, from her own daughter to all the lovely little ladies 

As well as build up the morales 

"For the better, hopefully... for the better"

Dropping onto the soft mattress, the woman let out a sigh. Her eyes closed, worn out and fragile body finally resting
It wasn't long until she felt tears in her eyes drop down her cheeks, just to dissappear in the sheets as if there was nothing to begin with
"Lilliana..."

Small groan slipped past her lips, sitting up. Her eyes showing just about the same amount of worry, sadness and fatigue as her voice or the rest of her body. How long can one smile while drowning in tears as soon as the sun goes to rest

"You've joined them too, and although it causes me much pain, I think I understand you
I wish I could stand with bravery like this" Sarah would speak to no one, as a bird landed by her window to sing a song

To be free and rid of the war, to be like a bird with only sky as the limit
The war is like a chain, bounding everyone down to the ground, restlessly proving their weaknesses, overshadowing any hope they'd have

"I already miss you. I would never suspect it'd go this way
You were the first to welcome me into the family, to bless our love"

Life and death, separated by a thin line
A line that is still able to separate families, leaving them in great suffering

"I should probably go see if Lotte is alright" She'd cry some more, surely, if not the fact that she has family to worry about

Thus she left the room
Only to wonder if she made the right choice to begin with

To pick a right choice in a situation that has no right choices

Oh how she missed Rodrik and Lilliana

"Dead" 

She'd repeat the words she had just read, sitting in the safety of her room, -their- room. The woman could not get used to the lack of someone next to her, arms holding her tightly as they drifted to rest 

Sarah knew the words written were true, a traitor he was, but how she hated people speak illy of the male. Yet she remains silent at most times

"Duncan has his way with words" She'd nod to no one, closing her eyes 

Yout can't deny the truth

Not when it spits in your face

"The man I love.... dead. Drowned by his owns sins..." Yet, the truth is still hard to swallow

Maybe another day she will let go

Onece they won't be calling her a traitor because of not her own actions 

The woman was just about done with her training as the news reached her. The small blonde felt her body freeze in spot, almost dropping the blade in her hand
Never had she thought it’d come to this
”Oh Rodrik...”

Sarah sat down, leaning against the wall of the building she had been training nearby, looking at the unifrom she was wearing. Be it she recently joined the forces to assist in the war, wishing it would end
”My dearest Rodrik...”

For a first time in a while her heart became filled with the shadows of doubt. Oh, how has she missed both her children and husband. The girl ran a hand by her hair, now tangled by the light wind she was faced with just a moment ago
”You silly goose, you know I can not leave, not in times like these... not alone”

She stood up, heading to rest, her head low as she’d glance at the gates as she went by
”What should I do”