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  1. Lady Claude engages with a smile consequent to the release of the Mayor's first act, savoring the taste of fresh-squeezed Pruvian Port from the hills of Campagnon. "What a nice jest from Providence's new olog overlord." She mused towards her Comital daughter and her new son-in-law, toasting her glass up towards the pair, "The news from the capital are lively enough on their own. Why make an effort to go there at all?"

  2. "Already marrying?" Claude's eyes affixed unto the pamphlet, a feeling of unease enrapturing the body of that contemptuous Pruvian madame nearing her 40th year. "Amadie's wedding is so soon, as well." She followed in a mutter.

    The madame's diaphanous fingers rose to prod the feathery weight of her cheekbones; below, a foul gut was damaged by the burden of fast and growing age. Her days nearing the event would be spent within her chamber, contemplating her achievements in solidarity.

  3. Anna Ulyssa begins roaring with insanity in the likes of a great red dragon's unholy might, a second head growing from her shoulders, then a third. The body of the girl was no more, instead turned into a beast of heretical azdrazi proportions, the true embodiment of the Novellen regime.

     

    Suddenly, her eyelashes beat downwards, and she was once more in her room, the relishing of her daydreams no more once her tutor snapped her back into awareness.

  4. Claude stood beside her daughter, pressing a kiss onto the Countess' forehead. "We Orenians are not as fickle as they make us to be. We will not welcome a foreigner to have our laws and reforms dismantled by a puppet of this heretical Pontiff. Joseph I in his idealism returned Oren to humanity, but this claimant does not know Oren as she stands now. He knows Alstion."

  5. Lady Provins finalizes her reading, a minor applause being introduced to the air of her privacy.

    "Well-said, Madame Wittenbach. The faithful have been tested in canonist communion, and many have faltered. The shorter have gained the advantage by the hands of our brothers, and now a victory reveals the failure of men's souls. God BLESS our brothers, so that they may see the light again."

  6. "They dare make demands of ME?" Guffawed the young Princess Anna, her fingers at work to fidget with a new cube she had fetched upon the streets of Providence in her wanderlust. She stared down at the object with some intensity, the edges of it growing on her vision with a cloudlike haze - it began to become a subject of apathy. 

    "What was I saying, Niko... Oh, yes! Those dirty leaf people. They'll get what's coming to them. That tree is going down." She reassured, continuing on her way with a skip of her feet, the cube so quickly forgotten that it fell blank from within her own grasp.

     

    @Josef_Rippelberg

  7. LA MATURATION HIVERNALE

     

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    Le Prince de l'Hiver et la Fée du Givre

    The Winter Prince and the Frost Fairy

     


     

    THE SEASONAL RITE  (La Maturation Printanière/Estivale/d'Automne/Hivernale) is celebrated as a rite of maturity lavished upon all Provinois youths. It involves a series of successive tasks over the course of a year that then culminate into ‘La Couronne’, the fête in which these challenges are weighted by the presence of the seasonal fairy. The fairy chooses the most ardent and spirited practitioner of the rite and what it stands for, and names them the Seasonal Prince(ss).

    The tasks are chosen by the eldest of all living Provinois, and are bestowed upon the children without bias or blunder.

     

    For the Hivernale, the Frost Fairy appears - the spirit of St. Joren, the saint of Winter. 

    Whomever is the chosen of the Frost Fairy is then crowned as the Winter Prince(ss), and shall wear the Winter Wreath for the duration of the winter months.

     

    THE WINTER WREATH

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    LES DÉFIS

     

    1 - VALOR

    The task of bravery for the Winter rite shall be to stalk and capture a white Fennec Fox within the wilds of the Dobrov Forests. Bring it alive, for fur can be purchased with any coin.

     

    2 - CHARISMA

    The task of charisma shall be to collect 5 testaments to your character from 5 unique persons non-provinois.

     

    3 - FORTE

    The task of forte shall be to perform any performance before a public crowd within Providence, whether it be dance, singing or some other talent.

     

    3 - FAITH

    The task of faith shall be a religious fast for the duration of the Fennec Fox hunt. Only in returning for La Couronne may one feast, but only on the fox itself, prepared in Pruvian Port.

     


     

     

    Spoiler

    Participants:

    Amadie Pruvia

    Anastasie Pruvia

    Sophie Pruvia

    Guillaume Pruvia

    Evangeline Halcourt

    Héloïse Halcourt

    Thea Halcourt

    Chloe de Rosius

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    La Couronne will be held on The 1st of January, at 8PM EST @ Aster Hall.

     

    Fleur, enfants. Le printemps viendra.

  8. Claude Elisabeth watches the men returning from atop the walls of Providence, a smile boasted triumphantly. With a final glance, her visor was tugged downwards to hide a paled face.

    "This war is long from over." She whispered, returning to learning the smithing of her new sword.

  9. Claude, withering of strength due to her ongoing fast, read the letters with tears withheld. She pressed a final kiss unto those sheets, and set to deliver them to each recipient. 

    "GOD bless this life. GOD bless your holy father." She'd recite to her children the next time she saw them.

  10. Lady Claude breathed a sigh of good riddance, her private memory being triggered to recall a scene to the nearest maid: "Did you know that the Baroness defended a creature of unholy magic origin after it threw red paint at me and verbally assaulted my children?! What a dastard little woman."

     She decided to recant such a tale to Empress Anastasia ( @Eryane ) whenever she saw her next, the two having many things to discuss about the time when the great lady was away.

  11. Lady Claude would receive the missive from a passerby on the streets of Providence as she made her way home. She delayed to peruse its contents, but when doing so, the pupils of her eyes would contract as fear came awash upon her body. 

     

    "What heresy is this... Who wrote this?!" Her gaze clambered to find the person who had transferred the pamphlet unto her, but it was all for naught, as they had disappeared into the growing crowd of curious men and women wishing to take a peek. Claude's hands reached upwards to press a finger steadfast against the lorraine cross hung from her silver chain, muttering a prayer for the soul of whomever had taken to such blasphemy.

     

    "We must hold mass. Let not our subjects fall into the pit we have just managed to claw our way out of." Was her final thought, scurrying instead now for the Imperial Palace.

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