EmiliainWonderland

My name? I almost don’t remember it at this point since it’s been so long since I first came to Almaris. Most people have forgotten me to time, so I wrote a book for people like me, except the only difference was I’m not dead… yet. Enclosed is the book, for whomever it may concern. Sent out to the citizens where every branch of my family resides, as a reminder of their history and the people who came before them. As I write this, I know my time is inevitably coming, something I had been prepared for since I was in my 40s. So other than that, if you’re receiving this, perhaps these letters pertain to you in some fashion and enclosed also, are letters that will never be received by the people who are written in my book. To Anton, To Elodie, To Sylvie, To Adeline d'Azor, To Anna Mariya, To Elaine d'Arkent, To Elizavetta de Rosius, To Geoff Turgon, To my son, Lucius, To Rosemary who eventually became a Vuiller, To Amelia Hughes, To Damien Hughes, To Viktor Romstun, To Philip de Rosius, To Anne de Rosius, To Alicia de Rosius, To my uncle, Otis, To my father, Valent, To the rest of my family, even those who receieved their own letters, To all of my friends, as many as there were throughout my nearing 90 years of life, To the dreadful family who killed Adeline, and by proxy Anton. d'Azor, And as I finished writing my letters, numerous they were, I realized something. I had done everything that I had ever needed to do. My wishes were fulfilled. The only thing left to do now? Sleep and pray to God for forgiveness that he would be a fool to grant me. I finally got to be the person I’d always wanted to be, true and authentic, Maria. Though this in itself is not a letter, I will sign it just the same. Sincerely, Maria de Rosius and her writer alter ego, Alice Thorne Goodnight,

In my lifetime, I've been called so many names. Maria de Rosius Maria Othaman Maria Romstun No one really knew me as I was, not truly. Except one, a man that many recall with a disdain as they once did me. His name was Anton d’Amato-Orlov. A name many of you wouldn’t remember as all the ones who do are likely dead. One of many who lost to the cruelty of this world, who no one really remembers, but I remember. I’ll never forget him. The one good thing this world had to offer, beyond all of the drama, the heartache, the loss. He was a constant until he was nothing at all. Then there was Elodie de Rosius, a woman of elegance and grace, one I had never truly given the credit she was due. Never loved like she deserved, never anyone’s first option. Elodie held herself with poise, even in her worst of times. Even when she hated me beyond belief for the things I had done to her. I can’t blame her, I was an awful niece but I hope one day when I meet her again in the Seven Skies, she can forgive me for all of that. I’ll tell you the story of these two and many more. The people lost to time, beyond our reach. It’s all I can do for the people who never got the chance to tell their stories, like myself, as I will never be known by the newer generations, even the current. I am all but a forgotten artifact, so I will do everything within my power to grace those who read this with the knowledge of a time long past. Anton d’Amato-Orlov was a mysterious man, one I could never quite pin down. A man full of secrets, a prisoner to his own mind. He married a woman he would never love, for reasons I couldn’t bear myself to say even now. He loved her in a way that no one could ever really put a label on. A pure love, not romantic in nature. Truth be told, I don’t think there was anyone Anton could ever say he loved romantically, for all of his relationships were fleeting, just like his life. Though we were close in age, I’d never say I loved Anton either. I loved him, dearly, deeply, but it was never romantic in nature either. He had a way about him, a charming way. He could tell you everything you needed to hear as it was, no sweet talk, no butchering his words. He was honest but at the same time, a liar. He didn’t lie to me, no. He lied to himself and he spent all of his life lying to himself, until I don’t know whether he truly believed it or he had given up on finding the truth. He knew all of my secrets, but I can’t say I really knew him. I knew he had a deep resentment for his father, the man he tried so hard not to be like that he lost his real identity. His most notable contribution was his time spent in MoJ, a relic of a time long ago, though that was overshadowed by the day he spited the entire organization for his wife, Adeline. Adeline was killed by the hands of her own family, the d’Azors as Anton said, and I believed him. I’d have no reason not to believe him, when I saw the look in his eyes as he held Cillian O’Rourke hostage, I knew that loss of identity, that lack of closure. Everything in his life had finally got to him. There were times I’d tell myself that’s not the Anton I knew, but that’s exactly the Anton I knew. A chaotic soul fighting against the world that wanted to chew him up and spit him out. Elodie de Rosius was one of the many children of Maria Darkwood and Philip O’Rourke, overshadowed entirely by her brothers Valent and Otis de Rosius. A wonderful woman, who did everything she could to keep others happy. She raised me to the best of her abilities; despite the fact I was just her niece. She lived most of her life in the shadows of others, whether by her own volition or not, I’ll never know. She seemed content with that for the most part, as long as it made those around her happy. Elodie was by no means a simple woman, and I think she hid a lot of her feelings behind a mask of happiness so that no one else had to feel the pain she bore on her shoulders. I was 15 when I met Geoff Turgon, the man who Elodie was seeing at the time. He seemed kind, but he left her as soon as he got the chance for another woman. I would be remiss to say that Geoff wasn’t a friend, but that’s another story. Elodie was smitten with the man, wholeheartedly invested in a relationship that would never bear fruit. I tried my best to warn her that it wasn’t worth going after, but she did anyway and she was hurt by it. Geoff rejected her and instead, pursued a married woman, our cousin, Jane O’Rourke. I could say many things about Elodie, for one she had a wonderful taste in fashion and was a dear friend to anyone who was lucky enough to have her in their life. There was a time though, that Elodie thought she’d found someone she truly could love. That man was Jacker Gendik, the supposed widow of my aunt Josephine who had not died until several years AFTER they married. Jacker had a tendency to declare himself single before confirming the deaths he claimed occurred. Josephine was certainly not the first he had “confused” as dead, in fact there was another woman who he had failed to annul his marriage with named Faux Amati, someone I’m happy to have called friend in her time on Almaris. Elodie was never given that chance at true happiness until she met a woman who would later become her secret lover until the end of her life. Those of you who remain who still remember the name de Rosius, or are descended from it, never forget this woman. She was everything de Rosius should’ve been, loving, graceful, and most importantly, genuine. Otis de Rosius was the elder brother of Elodie, a strange enigma of a man but ambitious nevertheless. He spent his entire adult years working to make something of his family name and in the process, he brought about a legacy that lasts to this day. He was a politician plagued by his own regrets and the loss of those around him. Though at times, he seemed heartless. He loved my family in his own way, by giving us everything we could’ve ever hoped for and more. Though he was by no means affectionate, he cared in a way that was never readily apparent. He married young, to a woman named Claude de Frand, sister of the notorious Aimee Carrion. Claude and Otis had Hera Claude, Leone, and Leander though there was another I simply cannot remember. After the tragic passing of his first wife, he remarried to a woman named Louise Halcourt, a woman much younger than he, who had 4 children. Some of which made names for themselves and carry on the family name to this day. Sylvie Elara Ruthern nee de Rosius, Giselle Chloe, Louis Alphonse, and Lucien Sylvestre. I’d be remiss not to mention the downfall of Otis de Rosius as the man slowly spiraled into madness until dying in the rose bushes at his beloved Chateau de Rosius in Redenford. Charlotte Othaman is a name I didn’t think I'd ever speak again. The mistakes I made that lead up to her passing, I don’t think I could ever truly forgive myself for. I remember the day like it was yesterday, when young Charlotte returned home from her schooling on some Auvergnian continent I can hardly remember the name of. When the eldest of my children were but babes in their cradle, I say this as if Charlotte was never my child, but she was. The true eldest of Maria de Rosius’ spawn, many as there are. I was with my husband at the time, Darius Romstun, taking care of the infants. Every time I looked at her, I saw my ex-husband, Erik Tarcell and I truly couldn’t have felt worse. I would’ve never married that dreadful man if it weren’t for Charlotte, but I can no longer be mad at her for that. The only one I have to blame for any of this is myself. Charlotte was meeting the babes for the first time when she drew a knife from her dress, ready to attack them. I suppose she had inherited the madness of de Rosius that many of us suffered from. Instead of allowing them to die so defenseless, my husband was swift, cutting her arms from her body until there was nothing but spurts of blood in their wake. Truth be told, I should’ve been horrified, but I was suffering with an affliction. I was what they called a vampire, well and truly lost to bloodlust. Instead of performing my duties as a medic, I was overtaken by my hunger and devoured my one and only child. That day, Darius and I took her body to the Old Providence lake connected to the sewers and dumped her there with the rug she died upon. If I ever meet you again, Charlotte. I am deeply sorry for the pain I allowed Darius to inflict upon you, and I am even more sorry I took your life away at such a young age. You deserved better than a mother like me. Erik Tarcell Othaman was a man I could never really say I loved, perhaps I used him for validation or for some other unknown reason. Perhaps I wanted what others had, that feeling of love that I never really found except in friends and frenemies alike. To say his life was meaningless would certainly be a lie as he contributed almost nothing to society, the most fun I think I’d ever had with him was robbing people’s houses and the ISA barracks when I was a recruit for a short time. He was an overgrown child to say the least and perhaps this is one that’s best forgotten, along with the rest of the Othaman family of old. Vladrick Erik Ruthern was a man I couldn’t say I really knew well, but the parts that I did know of him, I liked. After my second husband declared me dead to him and remarried to a dear friend of mine, Faux Amati, (though it is still a question I ask myself if they ever even married at all), I met up with an old friend and the man who taught me how to kill a human being without batting an eye, Vladrick. At first, it was simple conversations before it turned into much more than that. Though I would never say our relationship resembled anything remotely affectionate, I reared twins, Viktoryia and Sigmar Barrow, who to this day I still do not know well enough to write much about here. Geoff Turgon is the only man I can ever say that I truly loved in the romantic sense, despite our fights. Elodie’s lover and eventual best friend. When Erik first disappeared, I went to him and what started as a fight became an affair. Geoff never returned those feelings for me, not truly. I wonder if to him I was little more than to pass time, but now I’ll never know. Geoff was a judge, the eventual husband of Jane O’Rourke, my cousin. He was a wonderful man who I despised since our first meeting, but little did I know that I was hiding my true feelings for him. Though I imagine none of you reading care, or know who he is. He was a wonderful man and it’s a shame you did not know him for he treated my aunt in her later years with all the friendship she could’ve ever wished for. Anne de Rosius, the woman I never really knew. I’ll never forget when she was courting Arthur Komenos and I decided to hide in the bushes to watch their interaction. Anne was a happy and kind woman and a wonderful Aunt. I truthfully wish I knew more so I could share her story, but what I do know is you would’ve been lucky to meet her. Elizavetta de Rosius is the most headstrong person I had ever met besides Anton and that’s what made the three of us such good friends. She made the mistake of falling for Anton despite her confusion about her sexuality. I suppose that’s one thing the both of them had in common, among many others. Her life was cut short due to suicide in the old elven town of Ando Alur, which I was a witness to on one of my visits there to begin writing my very first book under my alias Alice Thorn. Elizavetta had a heart of gold and cared deeply for the people she held close to her. Maria de Rosius, me. My achievements were many and yet all of them feel utterly useless now. Back then, being the Mayor of Providence was an accomplishment, mothering many children was an accomplishment, but all of it I grew to resent deeply. Every marriage, every child, every moment. And for all of the people of the past, lost to time. I remember you and I hope this will encourage the ones who read it to explore their family history, their pasts, and the lives that suffered to bring them to where they are today. I cannot go very far with this book as it is one of the last things I will ever write and I am getting weaker by the day, but if you have the time, please look into the families of old Oren, of Haense, everywhere you go. Do not let them be forgotten as I have been. Do not let their stories go untold. If you have the chance, continue where I left off and add your own lives, your own families. Let this be a reminder that not all who are gone are forgotten. For I will always remember, even now that I am almost gone.

Feeling very called out by this post right now... Touche, Void, touche.

Amie Halcourt-Ruthern looked at Diana as she entered the seven skies and with a joyous kind smile, she walked up to the woman she was friends with in her youth and gave her a gentle hug. "It has been far too long Diana, but I still have not forgotten you." Maria de Rosius smiled as it felt everything she'd ever wanted had finally come true. The d'Azors of old, who had spited her best friend Anton and lead to his and his wife's death were finally gone, she could almost rest easy now, but not until her book was done.

Chloe wished she could say she'd miss him, but as with every other Vuiller, except with exception of one or two, their connections had been severed long ago. Eryane sighed as she heard of her grandfather's passing, remembering all he taught her about the church and canonism. What a shame he'd never remembered after she grew up that she existed.

"Rest in peace Diana. You were a wonderful woman and a kind mother in law." Chloe frowned, knowing all those who were around when she had met Kristofer had passed now, including the man himself. All products of a bygone era.

Towards the topic of new players, I truly think CT should take a step further and actually help newer players learn HOW to roleplay. I think hosting classes on the do's and donts of roleplay could help make the server better as a whole. Instead of us all cringing at their lack-luster rp skills. I've personally helped new players learn how to roleplay simply because no one thinks it's their responsibility, and it really isn't anyone's responsibility but IT should be CT's. Newer players generally just don't get the nuances of roleplay coming from other servers or games that have a lower standard of roleplay and it shows when these players join and powergame and metagame without anyone telling them "Oh hey, actually you should do it this way or else it comes off as THIS." Sorry if that doesn't make much sense, so TLDR: CT should help newer players learn how to roleplay due to the learning curve and how often newer players are frowned upon for their lack of skills.

The other estranged Sarkozy remembered her mother fondly despite all of their quarrels. "I'll miss you, mother." Deyanira frowned, writing a letter to her own daughter to remind her of how much she loved her. "Perhaps I'll see you soon."

Chloe smiled at the missive. "At last our families can be united, at least one of my nephews is willing to work with me."

Yvonne Hughes who had spent her time residing in Acre, was likely the last to hear of the news. Saddened, she'd never get to see her twin brother again. "Oh Andre, I'm so sorry. I should've found you, I should've done more, but I was too late." She cried quietly in her hut.

Doing God's work, llir.

First Session of the Balian Senate, 19-26 B.A. Having been appointed by His Imperial Highness to preside over the first meeting of the 1st Balian Senate until the Minister of Balian was elected, Lord Lucius Galbraith arrived at his desk to begin the ceremony of inaugurating the new session of the Senate. He then began to address the chamber after calling it to order: “Honorable colleagues of the First Session of the Balian Senate, Today, my dear Senators, we begin anew. A new Session of this new Institution shall be inaugurated, and we shall start the work that we have been elected to do. We must continue to look forward. We have campaigned hard and now we must work diligently to create a bright future for our descendants. Congratulations to all my colleagues, who like myself, have been elected for this First Session. The people have shown their faith in us and we must not disappoint them. We must continue to be the best representatives that we could possibly be, for else we have failed in our goal; our duty.” Upon the conclusion of his remarks, the presiding officer of the chamber instructed the Clerk of the Roll to begin calling the roster of the current members to inaugurate the First Session of the Senate. “The Rt. Hon. Senator, Orelia Darkwood” “The Rt. Hon. Senator, Lucius Galbraith” “The Rt. Hon. Senator, Giselle de Rosius” “The Rt. Hon. Senator, Ardad Rashul” “The Rt. Hon. Senator, Emir of Endor” “The Rt. Hon Senator, Adam Wallas” “The Rt. Hon. Senator, Apollyon Marshal” The presiding officer then stood up from his seat, and while raising his right hand and placing his left hand on a copy of the Holy Scrolls, he recited the ancient Nauzican Oath of Allegiance to the Crown versioned for the Grand Duchy of Balian, and all the other Senators of Balian repeated along: "I swear to be true to the Grand Duke and the realm and not to maintain silence about any evil that I may know which is being contemplated against them. I swear to work tirelessly to the betterment of Balian and the people that comprise it. I swear also not to eat or drink with traitors and not to have anything in common with them, and always to defend the honor of the gentlemen I serve. This I swear by the Holy Scrolls." Afterwards, the Chair gave every single present Senator the chance of introducing themselves and stating their nomination for the Office of the Minister of Balian: Senator de Rosius: “Thank you, I'd like to nominate myself, Mister President. I believe I can give us a fair and equal space in the Senate as I have no real bias' towards anyone or anything here and it will allow for the rest of the Senators to propose bills and discuss them without having to worry about being a completely neutral party.” Senator of Endor: “I'm Emir of Endor, formerly, or well somehow still known as Emir de Rosius. I used to be a Baliani Citizen since I was 16. For the votes, I suggest we have a Minister and Vice-Minister. The Minister is Noble and the Vice-Minister is the Commoners. I nominate the highest voters for each side. In conclusion, I nominate Senator Darkwood and Senator Wallas for the positions. My reasoning? We are deciding on behalf of the Citizens, not us. If the majority decided for these two, then we shall decide on their behalf too.” Senator Wallas: “Aye, I second the nomination of Senator de Rosius.” Senator Marshall: “I second the Nomination of Senator Darkwood due to her family's continued loyalty to their rightful rulers, and their dedication to the people of Balian above all else, I believe they will be an unbiased and good leader of this body.” Senator Galbraith: “Galbraith seconds Senator de Rosius’ nomination for Minister.” Upon the conclusion of all present senators’ turns, the Chair informed the chamber that Senator Darkwood had informed the Chair of her nomination of herself to the Office of Minister and that Senator Rashul had informed the Chair of his nomination of Senator de Rosius for the Office of Minister. In the same sense, the Chair informed the chamber that they had also informed the Chair of their votes for the election of the Minister of Balian. Afterwards, the Chair then instructed the Clerk to call the roll in order to vote for the first nomination that arose from the chamber, i.e., the nomination of Senator de Rosius for the Office of Minister of Balian: Senator de Rosius: “De Rosius votes AYE!.” Senator of Endor: “Senator Emir of Endor votes AYE! .” Senator Wallas: “Aye!.” Senator Marshall: “No.” Senator Galbraith: “Galbraith votes AYE!” ELECTION OF GISELLE DE ROSIUS AS THE MINISTER OF BALIAN AYES DE ROSIUS OF ENDOR WALLAS GALBRAITH ABSTAIN NOES MARSHALL DARKWOOD The Clerk then delivered the result of the vote to the Chair who certified the results: “The Ayes have it. Senator de Rosius, by the authority vested in me as initial presiding officer of the Senate, I hereby proclaim you as the new Minister of Balian!” The Minister of Balian, Lady de Rosius, then arrived at her desk after being congratulated by Senator Galbraith and shaking his hand. Upon assuming the position of the Chair, she addressed her fellow colleagues: “I imagine this will be new for most of us, but I am excited to see what is in store for the senate and will be contacting you about times you are all free for meetings in the future. I implore you in the meantime to find bills you'd like to present to the Senate.” The Chair then allowed anyone willing to bring any topic of discussion to speak after raising their hand and seeking the Chair’s permission for doing such: Senator Galbraith: “Thank you, Mister President.” He said to Senator de Rosius “First of all, I would like to congratulate you again for your recent election as Minister and hence as President of the Senate. I am sure that you shall do a fantastic job in this new Great Office of State that you now hold and that you shall be your voice before the Ducal Chamber of Balian. At the same time, I would like to announce that in the next few months I'll talk with other Senators to start drafting bills and other legislation to introduce in the next sitting of the Balian Senate. Including, but not limited, to Standing Orders of the Senate, which I think it should be our priority right now.” Emir of Endor raised his hand to comment. President de Rosius: “As I said, Senator. I intend to ensure we all find a time to meet again to propose said bills. The chair recognizes Senator de Endor. You have the floor.” Senator Galbraith: “Excuse me, Mister President, but I haven’t finished.” President de Rosius: “Apologies Senator Galbraith. You took quite a deep breath” Senator Galbraith: As I was saying – After all, it is essential that we are able to establish some internal rules on decorum and proceedings, including a Tribune or Majority-Minority Leader internal positions within the Senate that could be established. I believe that the term Tribune, for each Faction --Noble and Commoner-- would probably be a good addition, although, as I've said, we certainly shall discuss it in the next sitting of the Senate once we bring such drafts and bills. And last, but not the least, I would like to use the last minute of my turn to publicly congratulate Senator Darkwood for her wonderful campaign. I hope that the new Minister of Balian counts on her for any projects that we do.” President de Rosius: “I intend to involve everyone, Senator Galbraith. The Chair recognizes Senator of Endor” Senator of Endor: “I believe in the next meeting, in order we make the place more organized and less stressful, everyone here should be in charge of a sector, lets take for example I in the educational and health sector. We will be incharge of these laws, however there will be a vote and a final call from the Minister herself to see if this law fits or would harm.” President de Rosius: “I have to disagree personally with that notion, Senator. Personally I think though it seems it may actually organize things, it limits what each Senator can do.” Senator Galbraith raised his hand. President de Rosius: “Yes, Senator Galbraith?” Senator Galbraith: “Yes, Mr. President, simply to add that The Right Honorable Senator of Endor is welcome to work with me and the rest of the chamber to bring a bill of Standing Orders to be passed in the next sitting. The idea is that the Standing Orders are the internal rules of the Senate, for organizational purposes included, after all” The chamber’s session was then interrupted by an intruder who entered the senate’s floor without a proper authorization. After some time, the intruder left and the session was resumed. Senator Galbraith: “Mister President, if there are no other matters to discuss today, I move to adjourn this meeting.” Senator of Endor: “I second the motion, Mister President.” President de Rosius: “This meeting is now adjourned. You may go in separate directions, except me to contact you all regarding another meeting date” ((This a forum-roleplay oriented thread. Only the people whose characters are Senators of Balian as listed above may post in this thread. Big thanks to @sergisalafor keeping the minutes of the meeting and translating into post))

"How fickle the Sarkozys are," Commented a former de Hartcold, born a Sarkozy bastard herself. "One day they hate Sedan, one day they love it."

SURNAME: De Rosius FIRST NAME: "Chloe" ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Monterosa 8 FACTION(NOBILITY OR COMMONER): Nobility YEAR OF BIRTH: 1838 Are you registered and eligible to vote? Yes ((MC NAME)): AShortEmi

Name: Viktoriya Barrow Age: 27 Gender: Female Race: Human Interested in: All I am interested in being scehmed on? Yes queen

Maria is proud of her mothers family for being the bigger person, except that she would never be the bigger person, just a grumpy person.

"Well I do hope you have fun if you decide to go." She said to her brother in law Constantine @Da_Emperors and her sister Diane @Majesticpasta. "I'll be in Felders rock doing quite literally ANYTHING else."

Have a good one Aiden. Was nice to know you man, Illusions SMP forever in my heart

This apology made me cry, I sobbed, I shook, I'm so absolutely shaken by how articulate that apology was. Thank you for your service.

CANCEL AMULETIC OMG

Dear Hera de Rosius, It all began when I was a young girl and my parents had passed away. My grandfather Otis was hardly within his right mind enough to watch over me and my sister anymore, so the responsibility fell upon my step-grandmother, Louise, who tried her best to take care of Elara and I. The day I found my grandfather dead in the roses at the Chateau, everything had changed. The Chateau we once loved and cherished was burnt down at the hands of my step-grandmother Louise. Elara was sure to tell me every little detail she could remember, but I couldn’t help but stare blankly at the thought of the only father figure I really ever had dying in the bushes. Perhaps it was madness that struck her, my darling Aunt Hera, for I had never met a woman quite as strange. The biological daughter of my grandfather Otis and his first wife, my biological grandmother, Claude. At the time, the family was small and consisted of my grandfather, my grandmother, my aunt Hera, my aunt Elodie, my cousin Maria, my cousin Sir Philip, and a few others who had come and gone over the years. So, you might be wondering to yourself, where does this lead? It leads to the family dwindling in numbers significantly. With my grandfather dead and my grandmother driven to madness, that left me, Elara, Hera, and the few cousins. Though Cousin Maria and Cousin Philip never came around anymore so then it became just me, Elara, and my Aunt Hera. With such a small family, you could immediately assume why it became the niece of Hera who was in line to inherit the barony and as much as she’ll deny that ever to be the truth, it was all we could really do. I took up the mantle as someone with no other options does, I immersed myself in study, becoming a true baroness for the family that I had owed my life to. I attended social season, I attended session after session of being tutored in some boring subject like math, or Auvergnian, or etiquette, things I never much cared for as a girl. Perhaps her feelings changed when I changed. A girl once dedicated entirely to her study and pursuing the man she admired from social season, now a shell of her former self. During the season, I met a wonderful man whom I later married, my husband Kristofer de Rosius (nee Vuiller), and I thought that fighting for his affections would be the least of my worries. In my years as a practicing medic, I have gotten myself into danger countless times, however this one was the worst, I left social season to get a breath of fresh air when what I assumed was a LARGE man in armor shouted for help. Being a medic, of course it was my duty to assist him. Little did I know it was a stray atronach of some sort with the intention of attacking me. I don’t know what his orders could’ve possibly been but they could not have been anything pretty, this much is certain. He dragged me to some sort of cave, which I later found to likely have been in Lubba’s Keep, and promptly tortured me until I was down two forearms. Obviously, you can imagine what that would do to a person, and when I somehow found myself back on the streets of Providence, a man named Lucius Wick (whom I later realized was not only the adopted cousin of my suitor, but also the biological child of my cousin Maria) - assisted me in traveling to Du Loc to replace my arms with clay that later turned to flesh. Maybe it was the trauma of what had happened to me that changed how my aunt viewed me, maybe it made her think me weak or pathetic, but it seemed from that point onward we were closer. Though they do say the old proverb “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” So perhaps that is how she viewed me. Despite what happened to me, I tried to pretend nothing was wrong. I waited a year for those clay arms to finally become flesh and I carried on with life as if nothing had changed. I put on a brave face for my sister, Elara, who had also once been the victim of a kidnapping. Speaking of kidnappings, perhaps it was the time we had been attacked by Haense that I realized my aunt Hera lost all the care she had for her dear nieces. Haense came knocking up to Vuillermoz, where our Choneanceau stood over the city of Vuiller. Hera told us to run, as fast as we could and my husband faced the horde head on with bravery. I had my twin girls with me, Diane and Eryane, and so I did what was advised and I ran with my sister Elara. We were captured by men on horse-back and Hera was nowhere in sight. We stayed in Haense for hours, silently waiting for the rescue that would never come because no one knew we were gone. It was the mercy of the Haenseni by which we survived, not the grace of my aunt who fled and forgot us in the throes of our enemy. During this incident, we decided to show our thanks for their mercy by offering my sister Elara’s hand. I admit it was a desperate bid to get them to truly let us go, but one I do not regret making now as Elara is truly happy with her husband and family in Haense. And perhaps it was THAT that made Hera hate us so much, but no matter what happened I still tried to do what was best for the de Rosius family as a whole, as her heir, the only one she ever had until that stupid civil war. What you fail to understand, and perhaps what might make me a terrible person is that I didn’t get to choose which side of the war I wanted to be on. Hera didn’t speak to me about decisions, hadn’t told me what we were doing, so I chose my husband’s side of the war. I figured out why she waited for my decision first as of recently, I met my cousin Emir, a boy who would’ve been either just born before that war began or just after it. She knew she wasn’t going to have me be her heir by this point, she knew I never could be because bastards or not (which I had no way of knowing if they were by this point) they still held more of a claim to that damned Barony than her niece. Let it be known that the House de Rosius of Valens (named after our founder Valent de Rosius) always stayed true to her traditions and always tried to follow what my grandparents believed in, even if in the end it is believed we betrayed our kin, it was not our kin who we betrayed, but our kin who betrayed us. Let it be known that even now some of her children realize our legitimacy when they hear our story. There are always two sides to every story and I know now it is far too late to hear hers, but before our name is soured forevermore in the eyes of our REAL family members, let it be known. Hera de Rosius betrayed her kin, left us behind to possibly die, and she was a woman of the most wicked kind. We have stayed true to ourselves throughout it all, Aunt Hera, and now that you are gone, I hope you can say you stayed true to yourself, though I doubt that’s truly the case. You are the only person in this esteemed household, other than Cousin Maria, whose morals are less than ideal, to have given birth outside of wedlock. The only person who left their family behind in times of trouble. Dead or alive, I no longer care, Hera. Your children are always welcome at my home, to eat amongst my own as they are family to me, but you Hera. You are nothing but dust now. Sincerely, The Baroness of Valens (as much as I knew it pained you to hear) Chloe Giselle de Rosius

It's insane to think that we can get banned for ooc plotting when a majority of nation leads get to where they are by ooc plots and shadow leading. Make it make sense admin team, you have an obligation to your playerbase to uphold the standards you set forward, not just against individuals, but for everyone who breaks those rules. In the HAYDAY of Oren, the nation, it's politics, everything about it was built on OOC plotting and backstabbing, to say that THIS is the exception is insane when you know very well that this has been happening for years without anyone doing anything about it. I don't condone ooc plotting, but if you're going to investigate ONE person for it, you should investigate everyone who has been accused of such.

I hate men, yuck, especially e-men.

Might I just say this is certainly NOT the first time that itdontmatta has actively pushed people out of things simply because he didn't like them or what they do oocly. This was a problem even before he became an administrator and throughout wars, he's shown himself to be a rude and uncaring administrator who is NOT focused on providing anything for the community beyond war.

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