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    A handful of Haeseni
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  1. Henrik Amador prepares a basket for the first grandchild - a grandson, no less - and his recovering mother. When it's on its way, he settles back, and with a rare smile - lights a celebratory cigar, hoping for a visit as soon as the young family is ready.
  2. ─── From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present ⋅ ───⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─── ⋅ IN RESPONSE TO THE ROYAL LETTER, I write not as Lord Speaker – the matter of this topic shall be open to the Boyars, as is their right – but as a father. It is not the Amadorian custom to bring our grievances to ink: but I am afraid this must make an exception. My wife and I have strove in all regards to set for our daughters an example of love. We did not desire for them matches of politics, or fortune; but instead of affection, friendship, and mutual respect. We have never hidden our fondness, though of course strive to maintain presentability befitting our stations, and we have never expected such of our children. The recent marriage of our Emma to the Viscount Krusev was, I will say without reservation, the most frightful moment of my life – and the proudest to date. Mind, I am approaching my golden years, and known many a friend and foe alike. It is for me great comfort to see the newlyweds maintain their joy in one another’s company, particularly when those loveless matches of my house in generations prior often resulted in tragedy – apathy – and madness. My own father was driven to much strife and anguish after his widowing -- truly, each day together is precious. Reconsider the portrait you paint as not one of sin, but of happiness. I wish, your Highness, that one day you too come upon a love so powerful that even a shoulderwidth apart from your partner is too much to bear. With unusual softness, Henrik Amador, husband and father ((OOC: Please reconsider use of an in-game screenshot in a Duma bill - note attached below the spoiler!))
  3. 1350 A.H. - Present ─── From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present ⋅ ───⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─── ⋅ “... if you are reading this now, then I have been felled during a desperate expedition to the Abyss to save Aevos from the Darkness that is Here.” - Albus Amador in his final letters. 6th of Msitza & Dargund | 532 E.S ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀I⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ VA EDLERVIK, The late Professor Albus H.B Amador was not only my teacher; in many ways, he took the place of father and sculptor in order to make of me a respectable man – a task I most certainly did not make easy for him. To deny in his last day his final wish, to embrace his daughter and sole progeny of his blood as our kinswoman, is a cruelty I cannot allow. ON THE LEGITIMIZATION OF KATHERINA SOPHIA AMADOR With the blessing of the Crown as garnered by the Viscountess and Princess Royal, the House of Amador hereby recognizes Katherina Sophia as no Nikuldov, no daughter born in the shadow of the moon – but an AMADOR in the light of the stars. She shall have her place in the halls of Zvezlund and Mondstadt, the lands of which she may claim Ladyship therefrom; should she take a husband he may carry her name, and so may any children born of their sanctimonious wedlock; and she shall sit among the ranks of the Phoenix as treasured a kinswoman as all those who bear our esteemed mantle. May she carry the brilliant flame of her ancestors forevermore. The professor and a child; perhaps Katherina, perhaps the child-baron. PETRAVEZK IV VATRAGAN, His Excellency, Henrik III Edvard Amador, Lord Speaker of the Royal Duma,Viscount of Zvezlund, Lord of Queen’s Crossing and High Archivist to the Royal Valdev Library Her Serene Highness, Emma Anastastya, Princess Royal of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of Karlsburg and Karosgrad, Viscountess of Zvezlund and Lady of Queen’s Crossing
  4. Sabine is so, so proud of her little brother - who knew he was such a gifted writer!?
  5. 1350 A.H. - Present ─── From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present ⋅ ───⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─── ⋅ “[My mother] is known for her compassion... I hope, perhaps, that I may grow into half the woman she has become.” - Emma "the Heart of" Amador. 16th of Jula & Piov | 531 E.S ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ VA EDLERVIK, The coming-of-age of any child is a treasured occasion for any family, particularly one of a line as old and esteemed as ours. We look not to our heirs alone to carry our flame: but all scions of our name, and those who bear the names of their foremothers. EMMA MARIYA AMADOR has, on the dawn of her eighteenth winter, proven she holds this Fire in her truest heart of hearts. She brings further light still unto EMMA ANASTASYA, her mother, and MARIYA OF AURVELDT, her namesake and ancestor; heals with compassion; leads with grace. Through her remarkable intellect and great kindness she will serve, this father knows, as a KORAVIAN MATRIARCH of legend, her proven betrothed having held his own in the fires of Mondstadt. So she is also the first of myself and Her Highness's daughters to take another name, and to bring her warmth to another hearth. THE RISING | BESTOWAL OF MONIKER So our Fledgling becomes Phoenix, and with pride beyond words we bestow upon her the moniker “THE HEART OF AMADOR.” Long has the living moniker honoured those of our house who rise above: LIRIDONA INGRID “THE GEM OF” AMADOR and NATALIYA MARIYA “THE PHOENIX OF” AMADOR forged such a path. But never has this tradition been put into clear writ, and so with the ascension of our thirdborn I, HENRIK EDVARD AMADOR, third of my name, do decree that furthermore the eighteenth nameday of any Amador shall not only be the occasion upon which they present the history of their chosen forebearers – but, should they prove worthy of our fire, bestowed such a title worthy of their rising into the ranks of Phoenixes bygone. A Blessing, one might say, of the Heart. So it is writ, and so it shall be, by the fire of our hearth - the stars in our skies - the tides upon our shore. From ashes, we rise. The Viscount and Emma Mariya in her earliest years. ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺❤༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ PETRAVEZK IV VATRAGAN, His Excellency, Henrik III Edvard Amador, Lord Speaker of His Majesty’s Royal Duma, Viscount of Zvezlund, Lord of Queen’s Crossing and High Archivist to the Royal Valdev Library Her Serene Highness, Emma Anastastya, Princess Royal of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of Karlsburg and Karosgrad, Viscountess of Zvezlund and Lady of Queen’s Crossing
  6. Henrik Amador is so proud he could keel right over.
  7. Issued by the Barony of Koravia c. 529 E.S. The season of the debut is upon Hanseti-Ruska, and the House Kortrevich would be remiss not to join in the practice of this time-honored tradition. As such, it is the pleasure of the House to introduce the formal debut of Lady SABINE EMELYA KORTREVICH, daughter of the Baroness-Emeritus and sister to the BARON OF KORAVIA. ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀I⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ TURETTE DE BLAUWMS AG GREILDE - The Ceremony of Wreaths and Lights In accordance with long-standing tradition, the debutante shall don a wreath of flowers woven with meaning of both Raevir and Koravian custom. She and the guests shall then release paper lanterns, with each including a wish for the years to come. VE NATBALEE - The First Dance Per the court customs of Hanseti-Ruska, the debutante shall have her first dance with the family member who wishes to present her to society as a woman grown. The gardens of Koravia shall then be open to dancing and merriment for all. BATAILLE DE PYA - The Game of Archery All are invited to engage in the Lady Kortrevich’s most favorite pastime – archery. A range shall be set up for challenges, with friendly competition encouraged between guests. They who garner the most points will receive a bow and arrow of the debutante’s own make. [[SPOILER: 5PM EST Thursday, May 16]] ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⊱ ⊰༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ A portrait of the young Lady Kortrevich in the forests near Koravia. ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀INVITATIONS⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ Their Royal Majesties, IVAN VIII and NATALIYA OF GHAESTENWALD, King and Queen of Hanseti-Ruska and their royal pedigree His Grace, GAREN BARUCH, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree Her Grace, TATIYANA VAS RUTHERN, Duchess of Vidaus and her noble pedigree The Most Honorable, HENRIK-OTTO LUDOVAR, Margrave of Kvasz and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, MIKHAIL COLBORN, Count of Malkovya and his noble pedigree The Honorable, HENRIK AMADOR, Viscount of Zvezlund and his noble pedigree The Honorable, REZA WEISS, Viscountess of Novkursain and her noble pedigree Her Ladyship, ROSALIND VALKONEN, Baroness of Svargrad and her noble pedigree His Lordship, FYODOR KOVACHEV, Baron of Kovgrad and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, GALINA GODUNOV, Baroness of Vereskya and her noble pedigree Lady Emma Amador Firress Mahaut van Leuven His Highness Prince Arathor Caranethion of the House Arthalionath, Ranger of the Kingswood,Templar of the Archangel Malchediael, Knight of the Realm Commandant Fabius and his kin The House kindly asks all guests save those of Kortrevich and the debutante refrain from donning the color red. HIS LORDSHIP, ERIK KORTREIVCH Baron of Koravia LADY SABINE KORTREVICH
  8. Henrik Amador begins the unending movement of his legal texts from his own private office to the Duma Hall, interrogating his army of daughters on preceding Lord and Lady Speakers the whole long march long.
  9. 1350 A.H. - Present ─── From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present ⋅ ───⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─── ⋅ ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀I⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ IN THIS YEAR OF OUR GODAN AND HIS PROPHET FIVE-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE, I ATTEST to my witnessing of HORRORS I would not have thought possible in this world while on the road to Reinmar. We had ridden at the behest of the young Lord Siegmund Weiss, who came to our party gathered outside the Esrova Palace to report on the attack of Inferni upon Reinmar. I rode with a student of medicine intending to act upon the field as medics: but upon our arrival our horse was impaled on the weaponry of a beast at least nine heads tall, with wings like a bat’s but sized like a drake’s, and the head of a bull. Its axe wounded my leg before I might have drawn blade or alchemy, and I fell into the water-ditch of the field, whereon healers tried and failed to remove my wounded body from battle. ABOVE US formed some abominable thing beyond fathom, named GASHADOKURO and identified to me as something beyond LICH. I would have died in its shadow were it not for the past kindness of some ancestor of mine, who encountered that dark servant which meant to slay me before its corruption, and by terrible whim it warped its last shred of human memory to spare me as its messenger. Accordingly I mark the events of this strange and terrible month in my house’s annals, and in rare fashion choose to print them and store them amongst these archives so they might, perhaps, be of any service or insight to those who face these dark beasts in the trials to come. Among their ranks we on the field had observed witches, some of Descendant stature, who could summon projectiles of ice which wounded like the worst of crossbow bolts. There was the bull-headed thing, and some like it with many limbs, and maws where a gut would be. Others were as skeletons draped in aged cloth, and among them GASHADOKURO itself, who summoned a cry which struck fear into even its own servantry so powerful they were forced to flee. I do not possess a memory so acute I could definitively identify any of these abominations, though those familiar with the spawn of Iblees will surely recognize some features of common dreadspawn. They addressed each other once, at least, as ‘brothers,’ which I took to imply the bond somewhere between those of Azdrazi or soldiers: forged in the occult and battle alike. Our forces waned upon initial contact. Many among us who rode to Reinmar from the North were decades younger than I: initiates and aspirants brought to witness the blooding of blades, and instead foisted onto an unexpected frontline without reinforcement. They were slain with glee, and their deaths used to taunt those archers still within the city walls. The corpses of the fallen were raised as trophies. One dark figure shifted into the proximity of Gashadakoro and glowed as if an ember in the flame. I lose memory after this moment. I do recall the legacy of AMAYA of VENZIA, the Martyr Queen, so recently codified in grief and memory: and I vow to my house and to myself that I shall never, for every day I draw breath, allow a call to the battle against the Infernal go unheeded. I am no champion of light: but I am a man of history, and a man who knows war, and a man who refuses to live on the side of cowardice. It is the gift of GODAN I live, and so in GODAN’s name I fight. Until the next crossing of our blades. PETRAVEZK IV VATRAGAN, His Excellency, Henrik III Edvard Amador, Lord Speaker of His Majesty’s Royal Duma, Viscount of Zvezlund, Baron of Mondstadt, Lord Archivist to the Royal Valdev Library A depiction of the carnage wrought in the fields outside the Reinmaren capital.
  10. 1350 A.H. - Present ─── From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present ⋅ ───⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─── ⋅ ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀I⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ VA EDLERVIK, It is the pride and pleasure of House Amador to announce the union of Aster and Osta Amador in a ceremony aligned with Scyfling tradition. We welcome our new kinswoman with open arms, and appreciate the understanding of our true friends and allies for the couple’s choice to maintain their privacy and respect in a small ceremony reserved only for close kin given the recent and tragic losses within our family and Kingdom. PETRAVEZK IV VATRAGAN, His Excellency, Henrik III Edvard Amador, Lord Speaker of His Majesty’s Royal Duma, Viscount of Zvezlund, Baron of Mondstadt, Lord Archivist to the Royal Valdev Library Her Serene Highness, Emma Anastastya, Princess Royal of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of Karlsburg and Karosgrad, Viscountess of Zvezlund and Baroness of Mondstadt
  11. Henrik Amador stares at a crumpled pile of letters, unsent and unfinished. Sestra, I implore you to... - Poppy, Come home. ... - Pops, Your room is ready at Mondstadt. Bring your ... He has cried, of course, for her before. He has mourned her, and worried for her, and ranted and raved over her. He has written a million letters - begging, demanding, pleading, plying - for her to come North, come home, come be safe with him as they had when they were young and had nothing but each other. Ride alongside him, as they had in the war. Drink with him. He had been on the cusp of figuring out just how to say it - if he had just had another day, another piece of parchment, another ... The chill in his heart is heavy, and he knows that this time, he will not get another chance.
  12. Henrik Amador saddles his horse, looking to his daughters as he ties the girth and adjusts the blades strapped to his back. "Remember this, lasses." - "When darkness comes for our kin, we ride t'meet it."
  13. Henrik Amador saddles a horse for he and his wife from the not-far-off home of Valdev, cussing all the while. Tinctures clatter in the saddlebag - nothing the palace physicians couldn't provide, but without which he would feel, surely, as if failing in some way. Not yet, he prayed. Not another, so soon.
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