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Sister Calliope sighed. "Again with the sensationalism?" She went to wave the missive in front of her brother's eyes. "Verily, Mathilda can do all she likes- serve de Joannes as a general-dame, a wife, a governess, but she's not the patriarch. They'd do well to leave Corwinsburg out of their political games with Acre, for we honor our agreements both administrative and military."

 @Fireheart

"Since you like our culture and language so much, you can read about it here," said Sister Calliope, a Waldenian nun, delivering to the bride an early wedding gift.

The missive weighed heavily on Sister Calliope's mind as she observed Grodno from Saint Ottomar's Hill, hoping to catch sight of Maciej himself in their preparations for their exodus.

"We all have our debts to pay, Matthias. I have paid mine, and my brother paid his - now it falls upon you and your people to brave your final test," she uttered to the wind, signing the Lorraine. She hoped she would see the Jazlovieckis again, in a happier time.

Sister Calliope eyed the missive with some concern, fidgeting with the parchment. "I do not think our brother was consulted regarding Corwinsburg's allegiance, which should lie with his Waldenian allies... Verily, whatever plot this is should not involve Alstreim."

3 minutes ago, argonian said:

Stanimar awaits more signatures.

Martin brings a Paint Thinner to Stanimar so they can kill time and brain cells together while they wait.

One of the few proper Daelishmen left, Roy Mor, composed a letter in reply and had it penned by a friend's hand in Standard Common, seeing as his to-go dialect of Lowland Dael appeared crude and foreign on paper. He signed the letter himself and ordered it delivered.

@Wulfery

To the esteemed Piast of Vistulia,

Peace be upon you and your fair folk. I am Roy Mor Charleson, known in the Highland tongue of my people as Ruadh Mòr MacTheàrlaich, to my knowledge the sole living heir of the Royal Daelish clan of Gromach. It has truly warmed my heart to hear from you and of your efforts to restore the heritage belonging to the Daelish people. 

Ever since the abandonment of Alba, the Canonist clans have been scattered, and only a handful of Daelishmen remain in the realm of Almaris. I seek not to impose lordship over a nation disparate and nonexistent, to be a lord of nothing or make claims towards your land - but on the behalf of my Royal Clan, I would, God willing, make amends with the Kingdom as it deserves and with your help. I am willing to meet with you to ensure the necessary arrangements. Should it be acceptable to you, I shall then bring the matter to the attention of our Holy Mother Church as well.

I await your response in our current abode at Grodno. 

2 minutes ago, argonian said:

"I'm not so sure about the 'Honour with Strength' part of their motto, but the 'Bound by Humility' part does sum up this treaty for sure, eh Marty?" he asks of his kinsman @LithiumSedai

"Classic elves." Marty B. shrugged in response, sliding the missive across the table with a wary sweep of his finger, fearful of any lingering traces of elfen malaria. "I reckon it'd have taken them years to find their way to the frontlines anyway, feeble-minded as they are."

Regardless of what your opinion on Frill is, or anything he might or might not have done following his ban, the indisputable fact remains that his initial ban was shamelessly administered (and then arbitrarily doubled) for spreading a document exposing a well-known creep. The person in question remained without punishment for over a year until that very same document resurfaced on the forums. It leaves one wondering what changed in the meantime- oh, the person became an incredibly unpopular NL as opposed to having been in an entrenched line of succession protected by his nation's council consisting of entirely admins and mod managers? Alright.

For those who remember 2018, Dewper's initial ban was mandated for a similar reason (and never amended even when the person he exposed got banned).

49 minutes ago, GoodGuyMatt said:

"Why is the Fidei defensor backtracking?" wondered Leon with a shake of his head "Raevs only listen to and love the church when it fits their secular benefits" he said with a face filled with disgust, spitting on the ground "This proves it. At least have the bollocks to stand by your agreement... one with the High Pontiff out of anyone. Or if you'll act by your own accord despite the Mother Church's calling, then do it from the beginning and continue fighting as you were."

The Royal Salvian delegate, Daris Verethi, returned to his cabin aboard the Victory of Ceru following what he thought was a successful outlander peace summit, with all parties explicitly agreeing to the Pontiff's clear, eloquent, and well-pronounced request. He came to a sudden stop and blinked upon seeing the latest missive, delivered while he was still en route, pinned to his desk, soon scribbling above its header:

"Days without Raevir tricks: 0"

"Dinna recau' an' ken wha haes gien any pagan thae right tae haud thae Daelish crown, much less ane no a Daelish Hielander," said Roy Mor, a heir of the Royal Daelish Clan of Gromach, to his Grodnian friends, sneering at the missive.

Martin Barclay, the famous Banardian entrepreneur, rushed to enlist.

Full Name: Martin Barclay
Age: Born 1852

Gender: Man

Race: Man

[Username: LithiumSedai]

[Discord: LithiumSedai#2394]

Were Ulrich Lothar still alive, he would have welcomed his nephew's historical publication. Were he alive, he would have been overjoyed to engage in debate with him, historian-to-historian, regarding some of the more... questionable facts presented. Were he alive...

He'd have informed him that Almarian months had only twenty-four days.

Basilica of the Intercession of Saint Ottomar in Fausten, 1870

((Beauvais Cathedral, Colin Campbell Cooper))

[!] A letter bearing the Alstreim seal, from one Calliope Renata, is delivered to a fellow academic of the Royal Salvian Academy of Saint Ottomar, Fr. Leopold of Reinmar, via the Salvian Fleet. A copy of the letter soon finds its way to Almarian Reinmar, as well.

@kipps

To the Reverend Father Leopold of Reinmar, greetings;

Calliope the Maiden, in service to the King of Kings and His Prophet Horen, our Father, informs you of her good tidings in the Realm of Almaris and of the ardent continuation of her holy mission to interpret and translate the numerous tracts and parables of the Rex Perpetuus.

Provided alongside this note for the consideration of the Royal Academy is a sanctioned Common translation of the known parable of Virvyn’s wager, detailing a presumably truthful exchange between the Governor-and-Syndic of Atheran Salvus, Virvyn Verethi, and Saint Ottomar in his mortal tenure, assumed to have taken place in the 1788th Year of our Lord. I have taken the liberty of preserving its original intent and meaning in Waldenian through a thirteen-syllable poem.

I commend you to God so that He may watch over you, if it so pleases Him.

Virvyn’s Wager

The Salvian lord rushed to meet the wizened Child-Prince,

“Alas, Your Highness, we are lost!” he cried to convince:

“The brain-rot has claimed your minister of coin, I fear,

He screams like an ape and beats his chest for all to hear.”

Hearing this, Prince Ottomar said: “Fear not. I’ve a cure:

It will take but a minute - I bet ten florins pure.”

Yet unconvinced, and eager to earn some easy gold,

The governor showed his Prince that minister as told.

The Prince came to speak quietly with the would-be ape:

In a second his screeching ceased, his mouth left agape.

The governor cried: “Fie! I’ve lost ten gold coins. I know

Not how he was cured. Was his affliction just for show?”

“It was indeed, good governor.” The Prince waved his hand.

“I spoke in Raev, the apes’ tongue - he could not understand!”

8 hours ago, FlemishSupremacy said:

An example of this would be a certain NL repeatedly refusing scaled down warclaims after the war server failed to handle the full scale battle, thus crashing two major wars into dissolving without a conclusive end. 

🥴

"you have made this war toxic by actually defending yourself in pvp and we refuse to go through with the warclaim" - aggressing side

"ok so we'll compromise and not have the warclaim" - staff

If you had the chance to play Johanna all over again, what would you do differently this time?

As an Orenian royal, what are your thoughts on Alstreim returning to Oren?

When are we going to get married (in Minecraft)?

Calliope Renata made preparations to travel north to ensure that her brother's wedding reception remained holy.

"Rest easy, for you shan't be disturbed, Holy Queen," spoke Calliope Renata in the direction of the final resting place of Queen Johanna, her illustrious aunt. Though the Maiden still trusted no pagan, she trusted the resolve of her Church and that of her stalwart allies.

After a night of prayer and reflection, Calliope Renata dictated her response to a scribe before breaking her fast. The woman still had a tenuous grasp of the Common tongue, and had her words roughly interpreted from Waldenian.

@GMRO

Great and formidable King of Haense, Fidei Defensor, Calliope the Maiden receives your reply in good spirit and delivers to you Saint Ottomar's blessings in turn. It is the duty of all faithful Sons and Daughters of Horen to support one another; and the fortress of Merryweather shall open its gates by your command to the knights of the Vandalore, and I shall ride out to meet my dear and good Waldenian friends so that they might judge the state of things in the South. I commend you to God, so that He may protect you.

Knights of the Canonist League storming the Uialbenite lines at the Rhein, 1834

((The Turmoil of Conflict, Louis Maurice Boutet de Monvel))

[!] A letter bearing the Alstreim seal, from one Calliope Renata, is delivered to various Canonist leaders, monarchs and commanders, and presumably made public soon after.

@Ramon @Lionhz @GMRO @Frymark @argonian

To the most Holy Father, and to those loyal servants of God, the great Canonist Kings of Oren and of Hanseti-Ruska, the Lord Vandalore of the Waldenian People, and Admiral of the Salvian Force, greetings;

Calliope the Maiden, in service to the King of Kings and His Prophet Horen, our Father, humbly requests and prays for your earnest assistance in the Southern matter which is the protection of Southern churches and reliquaries, and the defense of our Hyspian brothers and sisters in God.

It has been made clear to me that the holy sites of our Faith and the resting places of my royal kin in the South, that which was defended so by those pious monarchs of Sutica and Savoy, are now beset by a certain tribe of pagan superstition; and I tell you that they have made disgraceful plans to frustrate Hyspian pilgrims, who had raised these sites alongside my royal kin, and Canonist settlers.

And I beg and request of you, for the wellbeing of our Faith, that you will give this matter your attention, and that this vile superstition is by your reaction contained beyond the Southern mainland; and if it should so happen that they still seek to continue their persecution, that you will raise the Cross and enter the Southern towns of Myrine and Niseep, and the fortress of Merryweather where the Canonist flag is still flown, and remove from their isle and the South this heathen host.

I commend you all to God; may He watch over you, if it so pleases Him.

Calliope Renata laughs at the Southern pagans with her Waldenian kin and Hyspian comrades, the true owners of the South.

With the last of the Alstreim men gathered before King Corwin's monument, Roy Mor, their Daelish cousin, exchanged a few words with the Landgrave before fetching his pipes, soon sounding off a Daelish dirge. The Daelishman played on through the dim evening once the sun has set, earnestly mourning the loss of their land and their Princess.

An old friend and instructor patiently awaited the heavenly specter of his first and foremost associate, squire and companion. He had trusted her with all his heart - rather literally, guiding her to lay it to rest beside his ancient and storied kin; soon the time would come to reminisce together of all those quips and debates in the Providence cathedral, but only so - would their reunion, and that of all their late friends and kin, not be proof enough of their faith?

Sir Daris Verethi, a (Royal) Salvian elf with a very good memory, delivered the peculiar missive to the captain of the Victory of Ceru, his kinsman Helsuren. @argonian

In the chapel of Merryweather, Roy Mor lit a candle for his friend, the late Marshal, now reunited with his comrades of old; one of whom had been the lord of the castle he resided in. He pondered upon the ephemeral nature of human life.

please guys my dad is NOT a cop