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Bluebell.. if it's still available.. Rae#3015 And Forget-me-not

The Helena of Rochefort grimaced upon surveying the paper, that frown did remain for the rest of that evening before casting such into the hearth upon her evening tutorledge "I.. am more than just his daughter.. If only they could spell my name correctly. Alas, some remain uneducated. Perhaps I shall pray for this poor soul during mass. Wait.. Richard isn't my papa?"

Gwynevere Colborn observed the missive with a tear in her eyes, a finger lofted to quickly rid it before an infectious smile broke out against her demeanor "I am ever proud of you my son, Godan has willed it for you to achieve thus far, no doubt he shalt see you through this. May the winds ever be in your sails, my boy." Gwynevere then looked unto Demitriyus, sniffling a bit "Nie, I am niet crying.. just the hayfever!"

[!] Upon a few hours of recieving the parchment, the Miss Amalie would write back with a fervour - the penmenship near immaculate! "To the Mr Melphestaus ( @Minuvas ) It is a great honour to recieve your letter so soon after the publication of my notice, I would be most honoured to have the name of mine passed unto the courts of the revered Augustine. I await eagerly for any possible avenues of employment, though preferably not that of the servants. It is an admitance of mine, I find such most beneath me. Kind Regards, Amalie Nachtnebel"

[!] An advertisement is left upon the major capital’s noticeboards, penned in a finely practiced cursive. Greetings! My name is Amalie Nachtnebel, an avid academic and practitioner of various subjects, as of late the realm has been most harsh upon my financial state and thus I seek employment. Whether that be through temporary commissions of my skills, or a permanent employment. Please do see below of the various skills I can offer. ◈ Secretarial Assistance ◈ I have prior experience with assisting a variety of individuals in both their professions and more personal familial accounting. I am able to script both schedules, planners, scribe meetings, pen documents and proof read work. ◈ Nanny & Tutoring ◈ Amongst my youth, I often cared for the children of my village - offering education within Literature, History, Etiquette and sewing. As well as this, I am able to teach my mother tongue of Waldenian. ◈ General Documentation Writing ◈ Most often amongst the busy schedules and responsibilities of a person, there is no time left behind to write those important missives or documents. I have a keen hand in the art of writing and offer such to cater to almost all that you seek to be written. Pricing and terms of each specialty differs and can be arranged upon a first meeting. If my skills peak your interest, please send word to Amalie Nachtnebel. (Rae#3015)

IGN: DesignatedDruid (TheIchorDruid) Character Name: Gwynevere Colborn Age: 24 Place of Residence / Street Address: Koenastriet IV Position: Alderman

GWYNEVERE COLBORN FOR ALDERMAN OF HANSETI-RUSKA 4th of Msitza ag Dargund, 374 E.S. [!] Illustration of the Crest of House Colborn [!] As a child within the walls of the adoptive father of mine, I was taught various subjects in relation to the laws of the lands and the ideals of the land. It was within these walls, these marbled walls, where one of the more fortunate men of Almaris lived, that I learned of the ideals of humbleness and care for other individuals within the continent. I was raised with a vision of the future, with a vision of the unknown and with a vision of love for others - no matter their own stance within the social structures or their amount of krawns - as one line would arrive within these walls often: “There exist no feat more significant than united men and women. United nations. United families.” United Haense shall be the words which resound from the ideals of mine. One nation beneath one Monarch. One nation which furthered itself beneath the Monarch, beneath the Aldermen & beneath the electoral methods which the Monarch has allowed. Let us not waste our influence with bills and ideas outside of the united Hanseti-Ruska, for such harms this Kingdom amidst the tides of recent war. Allow Haense to stand united within the Duma. Allow Haense to flourish amidst the chaos of our continent. Allow Haense to ameliorate. With Gwynevere Colborn as Alderman

If you could achieve anything, what would it be? Most fond memory of ours? Aunt Rae when??

To HRM Heinrik II - @Rudi To HRH Petra I, - @teawithsarah To HMH Konstantine Wick - @Xarkly

[!] A painting of the monstrous Attenlund Kelpie. The evenings had settled within Attenlund, the expeditioners spent laboured hours of that early morning and afternoon tinkering with tents, paving paths and arranging their precious rations. It was a hard day, yet rewarding. Those could look upon the newly erected camp and pride themselves in such achievement. They had forged their temporary home, a place where the weary could rest their heads and a sacred place upon the first memories of their voyage would be crafted. Upon this day, a monumental occasion had commenced. The first holy matrimony on the new lands, between Gwynevere and Adrian, a rare moment where each present could breathe a jovial relief, drinking in celebration of the newly weds. “Godani bless vyr union.” Patriarch Alfred announced with glee, the man’s palms drawing at the base of his back - sharing a smile between the newlyweds. “Yes. Metzil bless your union!” Rha’kir cheered in near tandem with the call of Alfred’s own. Thus, celebrations began and remained such a way until the evenings began to claim the auburn skies, littering the heavens with a glorious pallet blessed by the setting sun. ↠ ↠ ↠ With the merriment dawning to a close, those remaining began to idle the shores of Attenlund - sharing hushed conversations and sentiments. It was truly a quaint day, a stark contrast to the month prior where a slaughter almost ensued. Though akin to when Eos and Ms Mariana first graced the shores, such a peace was not truly promised. Perhaps it should have been a lesson well learnt by now, yet alas - those held within the rims of Attenlund remain ever oblivious. For the waters ahead began to stir, only minor movements however - near impossible to gauge to the common eye. Yet, there was an eerie telltale - the bopping ducks against the waves reared their heads, their past tranquil quacks silenced in flustered fright. “Tú see that?” Fionn murmured, the man’s gaze ever narrowing as she rose from his seated position. Remaining to ever squint toward the rippling surface of the settled oceans. “Aye, teh beh somethin’ in teh water.” Davli grunted, although even in his tone there was an ounce of reluctance. As if questioning himself, if he had truly seen something, or if it was simply the alcohol tormenting him. Held within the distance, tending to her own idle daydreaming was Renee, simply minding her own business upon the docks. With such a parting from the duo upon the shores, she was deemed unable to see the subtle disturbance. Though, these growing ripples simply progressed to thrashing waves and only then did a blurred figure begin to grow amongst the watery depths. It seemed moderate in size, causing enough distress within its vicinity to cause the quacking avians to suddenly take to the skies. In due time, that movement began to drastically progress toward the docks that Renee lingered upon, the woman’s eyes widening in terror as she only then began to truly gauge the foreign danger within the waters. “U-Uh.. What is this?” Renee bellowed out in a true fear, feet hastily carrying her up the length of the wooden docks - though the pace of her hasty steps could only venture so far. Before the head of an aquatic resembling horse thrusted from the depths. Only then did the direness of the situation become apparent to all those lingering, amongst this scene more expeditioners had roused from the core of the encampment: Albrecht, Gusiam, Demitriyus, Lorena, Adalina, Brunle and Tavisha. The grouping had heard the panicked shrills from quite the distance, having already donned both plate and weaponry alike. “It’s a bloody Kelpie!” Gusiam shrilled, coaxing his gaze away from the prying eyes of the Kelpie. Those around him preparing for yet another brutal battle, a silent utterance offered to their Gods. And so the battle did commence, a handful of expeditionaries wounded in the heroic pursuit to defend both their kinsmen and newly settled home. An exchange of arrow, steel and cannon fire pushed in a relentless assault unto the creature but these actions were simply not enough before it retreated back into the depths of the Attenlund oceans. . .

[!] A painted scene of Eos parting from the Haenseni docks upon her voyage to Attenlund. The sounds of clambering steps hammered upon the docks of Karosgrad, a pallet of features both natives of Hanseti-Ruska and foreigners littered the docks and keen eyes fixated upon the dual vessels of Eos and Ms Mariana. Chorus’ of excitable voices and the weeping of sorrowful wives basked in the atmosphere, yet the mind of the young Gwynevere remained far too distracted. For this voyage was a first, the first she’d be shouldering as a Captain and the first her vessel would carry out. An abnormal amount of nerves riddled her, a near constant nagging upon her mind. Even amongst the chimes of the bustling populace about her, she could not find a relief. “Yer’ will be fine lass, nothin’ t’ worry about.” A gruff voice rumbled from behind the trembling youth and in due time a broad palm clamped upon her shoulder, rousing her fleeting attention toward Hareven. “Da, da. Just first time nerves.. With being responsible for so many people, what if something is to happen Mr Lorenthus and I’m niet ready?” Gwynevere murmured with a quiet sigh, peering upwardly toward the features of the man - brows still creased with concern. Hareven simply sounded a laugh, large arms drawing the small woman into a bear hug and simply shook his head “You are a smart lass, Gwynie - just keep forward aye?” ☼ ☼ ☼ The process of hauling cargo and crew upon Eos happened in a great blurr, it was in reality an hour of labouring and rambled organization - though for Gwynevere it felt like a matter of seconds before she was thrusted in front of the wheel of her grand vessel and looked upon to commence the month’s travel to the eastern lands of Attenlund. A sharp breath caught upon the back of her throat whilst gloved palms ventured to grasp around the wheel of Eos, though for now the Captain Kasparov would have to swallow her fright and see a confidence instilled to safely see the accompanying populace docked. “Lower the sails!” She bellowed with a laboured breath, attempting to draw audability over the whistling winds. “Aye, Captain!” Ser Hildebrand offered in acknowledgement, thrusting his weight toward the mainsail, devoutly setting to fiddle with the ropes with the aid of Rylleah whom sought to properly lower the rear sails. ☼ ☼ ☼ The month’s sailing was quaint, the waters had treated Eos and Ms Marianna well, the winds biting at their sails and driving each vessel in a stable forward momentum. Spirits of both crews were high, that month’s time spent in excitement and merriment, sharing drinks or stories alike amongst one another. It remained such a way, joys preserved until the calling of a voice bellowed. “Land! I see the land Captain!” The voice of the young Sergei Othaman called from the peaks of Eos’ crow’s nest, a true thrill maintained from that shout. Davli Goldhand was the next to call, his small frame boarding the nose of Eos, a finger thrusting toward the ever forming horizons ahead “Aye! Ah see t’ land, Attenlund!” Gwynevere released a raspy breath of relief, a momentary forming hope that her responsibility had been fulfilled, the crews had safely peaked the shores of Attenlund with little issue or even a wilt of conflict. Most rejoiced, yet for her - she found it all too good to be true, this success simply fed her anxieties once more. “D-Dobry, raise the masts and lower the anchors!” Captain Kasparov announced, muttering a silent prayer and wrestling with the wheel of the vessel once more - angling Eos beside Ms Marianna to slowly begin their final approach toward the shores. Yet, that joy was, as predicted, short lived. Amongst the restless waves of the Attenlund oceans, colossal boulders rapidly appeared from the lands - thrusted onward toward the unsuspecting vessels. There was no time granted to the crews to fully prepare for the assault, simply permitted to watch each boulder collide against the base of Ms Marianna. The last narrowly missing Eos. “Prepare! Ms Marianna has been hit!” Fionn’s desperate voice shrilled amongst the roaring winds, barely audible between the two ships. Each member present on the ships cluttered against the decks, bracing for further impacts as the waves simply ravaged the underbelly of the ships. But, as quickly as each member was rendered to the ground, they rose. The process was hasty, Eos and Marianna both angled leftward to avoid the frontal approach to the lands, instead directed by the rolling waves to the outskirts of the shores instead - deeming them a lucky anchoring. “I called it.. Knew something was bound to happen!” Gusiam Jusmia chided quietly, positioning himself against the railing of Eos and finding his footing once more from the prior thrashing of the vessel. “Aye, that you did.” Gwynevere began, slumping herself in an exhausted manner over the wheel of her ship - eyes drawing to a close as she comprehended the assault they had been blessed to have avoided. “Ser Hildebrand, assort the fighters from the healers. Scout the shores and assure all is safe. Healers remain on Eos.” Thus the action began, able bodied fighters brandished their weapons and valiantly followed Ser Hildebrand unto the western shorelines - most unsuspecting to what was to come. ☼ ☼ ☼ As the warriors set their footing upon the shores of Attenlund, they were welcomed with a beastly roar - a noise so invoking it sent the nearby avians to the skies, a chorus of discontent chirps. Before them stood two towering statures of Trolls, a massive mace held within the palm of one and a large blade within the palm of the other. “Warmies! Mi am gonna Klomp yuh!” One of them snarled, rearing that ghastly weapon and shortly began swinging toward the collection of warriors. From there a mighty battle ensued between warriors and Trolls alike, it was a grizzly one. An assortment of wounding granted to either side, from an exchange of blows and cannon fire - two of the three were shortly slain. Those present could manage a small breath of relief and utter a silent prayer to their GOD, yet all was not fruitful, for one had managed to escape beneath their noses.

Gwynevere beamed as she glanced upon the notice, squeezing her palm against Adrian's own "The first step toward an entire change, you have done a saint's action this day."

Quillian enters the homely burrow and is greeted by an army of origami swans, simply blinking she offered a grin "Productive day?"

A shrouded figure lingered upon the Haenseni boarders, hues peering amidst the riled city and greeted by the clanging of bells. It was not long before the news of the Queen-Mother's passing met the stranger's ears, yet somehow, they found a sorrow. "You were good to me, lass. Yet, the crown called for your end. As I warned you. Rest at ease, Isa."

- CHAMPION - ZOLVAN VULN’MIRUEL @JustGrim - SECOND PLACE - ASGER NRIA @RaiderBlue - THIRD PLACE - LYSANTHIR @MCVDK - CHAMPION - AMAESIL VULN’MIRUEL @The Media Wizard - SECOND PLACE - ASGER NRIA @RaiderBlue - THIRD PLACE - EARNEST @frankdh - CHAMPION - SIRUONN LORENTHUS @DistantCryprid - SECOND PLACE - LYSANTHIR @MCVDK - THIRD PLACE - ASGER NRIA @RaiderBlue - CHAMPION - EARNEST @frankdh - SECOND PLACE ZOLVAN VULN’MIRUEL @JustGrim - THIRD PLACE - NELGUATH @Parion

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Games of The Horned Lord - Introduction - The Games of The Horned Lord is a host of competitions to test both the preservation and sturdy will of Ichorians, yet is open to any. Subjected to grueling competitions to prove one’s prowess through a number of themes, agility, strength, precision and balance. These games are commonly held within the Winter’s of the seasons, to prevent the stagnation that the flora itself often remains within. - Opening of the Games - The games will be commenced with an opening prayer spoken by a Diraar Tal’taliyna, those present will be encouraged to dip their heads and spend a few quiet moments in reverence of the Horned Lord ending the prayer with a quiet ‘Blessed be.’ - Game of Agility - The game of Agility is a test of a person’s endurance, those competing against one another will run an obstacle course and the first to conclude this race, will receive the title of ‘Champion of Agility’. - Game of Strength - (This will be PVP) The game of Strength is a test of a person’s brawn, those wishing to take part within the game will be tasked to spar one another with wooden training poles. Each victor of these spars will be moved upon semi-finals and finals, until through combat there is a singular victor, named as ‘Champion of Strength’. - Game of Precision - The game of Precision is a test of a person’s accuracy, those wishing to partake within the games will compete with one another - taking a bow and firing a singular shot to a presented target. The one with the closest to the marked centre of the target will be named ‘Champion of Precision’. - Game of Balance - The game of Balance is a test of physical stability, allowing the feet of the individual to carry them through the trials. Within this game, a beam of wood will be positioned above a smoldering blanket of hot coals - the goal of such a game is to simply make it to the end of such a beam without staggering upon the blanket of heat that remains beneath. A champion of such a game, will be one who both makes it across the wooden beam without falling and in the quickest time. Upon gaining a victor, the title of ‘Champion of Balance’ will be granted unto them. OOC: You do not have to be of the Ichorian Faith to partake, any and all are welcome! Games of The Horned Lord will happen on Friday 16th April, 5 EST Location: Mother Grove Game(s) sign-up format IGN: Character name: Which game(s) are you signing up for: (There is no limit!)

[Point of OOC. This post is only RP knowledge for a select few, less you have been informed either through myself, the Tahorran's or valid RP sources. Please refrain from writing responses!]

[!] Another parchment was delivered by the same ignited companion, rather carelessly dropping the parchment unto the docks of the Tahorran vessels before simply taking to the skies once more. A trail of lingering light following the onward persuit of the Phoenix. "To the Coward of Tahorran, Let us clear the ever lingering lies you spew unto ears that simply heed your gaggle of complaints due to personal qualms. I have presented you a date, to settle issues you picked at, gouging a deepening wounds of conflict that you were persistently and verbally told to stop with peaceful intent. The moot was conducted with a beginning prayer, a promise unto the aspects themselves that the nature of such a gathering was simply for peace. The discussion of Ichorian topics upon the new foundings of the faith. I made it perfectly clear to you, that you voice could be heard with welcoming acceptance had you simply requested to speak with a raised palm. Yet you did not, instead you persisted to spout your nonsensical, prideful, remarks against the numerous warnings of myself. The utterances of Taeral were spoken as a man of the Father Circle. Guests to the Ichorian gathering, as you were in turn. Nor actions, I, as a Diraar Tal'Talyina, do not condone. Despite my own groundings of discontent with worshipping the mani. After these four verbal warnings, you then withdrew your weapon - before any attempt of your peaceful removal was made, I shall highlight again. You were a guest at such a meeting, not one of us nor had any right to draw weapons against another man during the proceedings. You name yourself a chi monk? Though you so willingy withdrew a weapon due to your roused anger upon the utterances of the Viper Druid. If we really wish to persist and highlight aspects of lunacy and hypocricy - you, again, withdrew a weapon. How I wonder what purpose such a weapon would have served, it is not a folly to assume what you would have done. Thus, to maintain the peace established during the moot - I requested your removal, so we could continue without grievances or bloodshed. From where, as my people attempted to shift you from the premises twice - you assaulted them. Two, unarmed, men. With only the intent to see your tantrums ceased. It was Sister Lioness that acted upon her own rage, due the insult you presented, that struck you. Did I ask her to assault you? To impede in your pathetic display of embarassment? No, I did not. That was of her own choosing. Did I remove her progression toward you? Yes. I halted any further efforts Sister Lioness wish to pursue and inflict. Now - you make this almighty promise you will enact such justice upon myself? I have written a date for you, rather than dance around bold statements of a man that has more bark than bite. Yet please, for those whom read this to you - view the following atrocities of why I called for this challenge. - For the numerous interuptions of an Ichorian moot, despite being told to stop several times. - For the assault of two unnarmed Diraar Tal'Talinya's when attempting to peacefully remove you from causing further trouble. - For the insult you not only brought to myself, but to both Brother Viper and Sister Lioness. - For swearing before the Horned Lord you would see me cut down, maimed. Yet running from the invitation when it is presented to you. - For withdrawing a weapon during an Ichorian moot, when peace was intended. - For acting upon all forms of aggression both physical and verbal, despite claiming to be a monk of Chi. Do not paint the ears of mali' kin with lies and deciet, many witnessed your onslought, assaults and withdrawal of weapons. Thus understad the truth. Accept the duel or run like the forefathers before you - for the apple does not fall too far from the tree."

A Challenge to Justice [!] A momentary light would hover above the city of Elvenesse, the blistering shrieks of an ignited phoenix bearing down onward, forward, finding rest at the boats of Tahorran. Within the beak of Valeriya remained a rolled parchment, fastened with the sigil of the Ichorian path. This particular missive seemed to be penned to a certain Skana ap Tahorran. To the one that names themselves Skana ap Tahorran, relative of my nephew, Laetranis ap Tahorran. Upon the date of the 13th of the Amber cold, you opted for cowardice, a mindless decision to overstep your bounds. Not only presenting yourself in ignorance and uninformed aggression but opting to further draw insult upon the name Viper and Lioness alike. Through the folly of butchered words, you provoked elders of Ichor and the Father Circle, proceeding to stagnate the progression during a Gathering of Ichor. Let me educate you young Tahorran, that stagnation breeds weakness, an endless cycle of practice that results in fruitless crops - unworthy of sowing. In your child-like outburst, you delivered a stagnation upon each child of Ichor present and such is a great sin for us all. For an Ichorian, such challenge does not come without hefty consideration, mulling. Yet, just as Laetranis was and Artimec before him, your blood carries negligence and dishonour. Men of pride and stupidity, allowing egos to brandish their action and no longer will I see another cycle of Tahorran incompetence bred by your palm. Just as it was Laetranis. In four elven days, a duel shall occur. Forged naught for first-blood or defeat, but until either the corpse of my own or your remains lifeless upon the soils where no laws bind us but that of honour. As you swore beneath the revered name of the Horned Lord, you seek to cut me down for serving justice any other would have seen you slain for. Then so be it, but might you learn that words hold no comparison to action. If you fail to heed the promise of your oathed challenge, then might the aspects bring shame upon your name. Learn to wield your weapon and not your tongue, Tahorran. Diraar Tal’Taliyna of the Ichorian Path Sister Ichor Quillian Csarathaire

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