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Lenora Jusmia smiled as she read the missive "Finally! It's about time they did something like this!" She did a little happy dance in her place "Honestly! Why couldn't they have done this sooner?" Verónica within the skies cheered "So many I cherished in life can now be happy and fulfilled!" had the Hyspian Princess been alive, she would have hugged her nephew for being apart of this movement A young Roa girl had been in Balian at the time the news was shared, she was to young to really understand what this all meant, but she was happy!

My fellow wonderlander! I know that we weren't that close, however, I shall miss you. Take care

"Sounds about right." The Sovereign of the Depths hummed, placing the missive on the coffee table "The humans surrounding themselves with undead. We can only hope that others believe Edvard's statement on the gruesome affair. Lurin doesn't harbor darkspawn if they can help it. The church really needs to get it's stuff sorted before they get snuffed out" she paused as she looked to her husband "Then again.. That might not be a bad thing?

A heavenly woman strummed her guitar in the skies "It is such a shame that she feels the need to give her papej such a heavy ultimatum in order to get him home" the angelic wings on her back flapped "Ea knew she felt ignored as a child.. But this is.." the woman sighed as she rifted the string instrument "Not my circus anymore" Lenora made her way to her aviary letter box on her morning stroll. She withdrew a letter pended by a Marian Weiss, upon opening it and having read what was within, she sighed as she turned to Aerith who had walked next to her "A Weiss has gone missing, and they have asked for my help?" another sigh left her "Do I look like I care for what happens with the Weiss? They are all-" she had cut herself off "What do I do?" in truth she cared for some of them, like Marian who was asking for aid

A mali'ker woman etches down her information Name: Lenora Jusmia Race: Dark Elf Type(s) of Shaman: Farseer and Lutamancer Teacher(s): Yarrow'Lur and Gusiam Jusmia

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CONCORD OF THE COOL COMPANIONS Issued at Year 133 of the Second Age Renewed at the Year 165 of the Second Age As some of the smaller coastal settlements of the east, it has been found beneficial to support each other in every way which we can as possible both economically and militarily in case a threat in the east rises. May this pact give the east security and prosperity for our realms in our home continent of Aevos. ARTICLE I: SOVEREIGNTY I. The Most Serene State of Lurin recognizes The Shiredom of Dúnwen and The Unified Domain of Vortice their sovereignty and autonomy. II. The Unified Domain of Vortice recognizes The Most Serene State of Lurin and The Shiredom of Dúnwen their sovereignty and autonomy. III. The Shiredom of Dúnwen recognizes The Unified Doman of Vortice and The Most Serene State of Lurin their sovereignty and autonomy. ARTICLE II: TRADE I. All signatories dedicate to each other an available tax-free shop or stall within their capital region for the duration of the pact. II. All signatories agree to grant other signatories access to their mines if they are closed. III. All signatories agree to provide each other the best deal possible when trading in bulk goods between each other. IV. Minas are not necessary to trade. ARTICLE III: NON-AGGRESSION I. No signatory shall be intentionally harmed by another including their citizens. II. If a breach has been found, this shall be resolved diplomatically. ARTICLE IV: TERRITORIAL CLAIMS I. No signatory shall lay claim on territories another signatory has laid claim upon. II. Signatories may agree to give up a territorial claim in favor of another member having it. ARTICLE V: INFRASTRUCTURE I. All signatories agree to improve infrastructure between each realm II. This may be done in the form of establishing new roads, bridges and providing easier modes of transport between each other’s realms. III. Every infrastructure project will be discussed between signatories before execution. IV. All signatories agree to repair the alternative, ruined road through Dúnwen as well as build new bridges to connect Lurin and Vortice. ARTICLE VI: DEFENSE I. All signatories will aid each other when declared war upon. II. All signatories will aid each other when their sovereignty is at risk. III. All signatories will provide such aid through soldiers, wealth, industry, and resources. ARTICLE VII: CULTURAL EXCHANGE I. All signatories agree to improve the relationships between the nations by holding cultural events. II. These events will be held every two elven weeks. III. Each of the signatories will have the chance to choose what their event is so long as it’s representative of their culture. IV. These events will be held in a rotatory system, starting with the Most Serene State of Lurin, then the Unified Domain of Vortice, and finally the Shiredom of Dúnwen. ARTICLE VIII: DURATION I. All signatories agree to uphold this pact till all find it necessary to part ways. II. This pact may only be dissolved if all signatories agree. III. If any articles are deemed broken and all diplomatic reasons to maintain the pact are abandoned, the pact will be invalidated. signed, The Silver Lubba, Lumia Anarion The Hand of the Lubba and Prime Minister, Edvard Kervallen Mimosa Applefoot, Thain of Dúnfarthing His Majesty King Cyris Collingwood the First, the Second Former Thain of Dúnfarthing and her vassals, Prince in-Law of the Petra, Protector of the Wee, Lord of Greater Bramblebury, Bywater, Barnsley, Honeyhill and the Hillmen. Father of Foxes, Liberator of Frogtopia, Leader of the Merrymen, Slayer of Gods, The Oathbreaker, Grand Wizard of Bogwartz: School of Shamanism and Housemagery, Tamer of the Forest, Chairman of the League Of Super Best Friends, Wielder of most holy Knoxscalibur, Emperor of the Former Holy Orenian Empire of Bywater, Shogging Champion, Price Gouger, Guild Mason, Market Manipulator, Attorney at law. Her Highness, The 10th Sovereign of the Depths, Monarch of the Unified Domain of Vortice His Highness, Department Head of Foreign Affairs to the Unified Domain of Vortice, Monarch Consort

From the seven skies Verónica wore a bright smile. Knowing that the bundles of joy that Rosalind and Mikhail had were going to grow up in a loving household.

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The last Curator of the Crown Jewels smiled warmly upon her granddaughter from the beyond. So very proud of her and what she is doing

Lenora Jusmia agrees that all the incoming mines should be implemented. She was eager to have her emerald mine. Vortice had been waiting to start mining since the saints date of December 5th!

Verónica had always held Leutwin in a high regard in life, so she went to greet him in the warm light of the skies once he was more settled in "Welcome to GODAN's domain. Tu fought well" her Hyspian accent rather rich

PRAISE BEEEEE!!! LET'S GO

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Verónica had spent some time looking for her beloved son. She thought that maybe he had been upset with her for being called home to the skies so soon after him. Eventually, she understood that her GODAN-fearing son had somehow not made it to the heavens and this upset her deeply. She hoped that one day he would make it home- though deep down, she knew that this most likely would not end up being the case.

Verónica matched Jan’s grin with a wild one of her own. Returning his embrace in the warm light “As if! Vy had been called home far too early amigo!” she laughed “Si, Si. Much to talk about it.”

Verónica knew who the woman before her was is an instant, returning the embrace "Yo también te extrañé"

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Adore your work Uni!! I'm so glad that you are apart of LoTc and I have the pleasure of calling you a friend

Verónica took Sierra's hands in her's and smiled brightly "Gracias for the warm welcome" and embraced her tightly.

Once Verónica had calmed down and her soul able to accept her fate. She gladly drank the cup of goat milk, giving her old dance teacher a big hug afterwards

Princess Verónica Weiss Circa 147 S.A. Verónica had been within the courtyard of the Valdev palace before they had gone to meet with their allies on the battlefield. She kept to herself on the side, a knot in her gut. She watched as everyone was chummy with each other. She didn’t offer much in terms of conversation with anyone, it wasn’t that she was being offensive, it was just that those there would rather interact with others. This was her normal, and she had accepted that. Granted, earlier in the day, she spoke with Mikhail and had a rather touching conversation with him. Other than that, she wordlessly went along with everyone as they headed out. During the Battle of the Westmark, Verónica had fought along her fellow soldiers with pride, helping slay the Veletzian foes where she could, and following orders within the ranks. She had been struck by a lance on a retreat called, which had knocked the wind out of her, reducing her stamina for the rest of the fight due to her age.. Yet she pressed on. During one of the times they had fallen back into the treeline, she found herself next to Mikhail Valkonen- offering him a reassuring nod that they were going to be all right in the end. That they were going to make it out alive.. Oh how wrong she had been on her end. Within the heat of the battle, an unknown Veletzen soldier ended up setting their eyes upon Koneas Amaya. Verónica had dutifully stayed as close as she could to her queen, on the field, this allowed her to see the attack attempt. She made her way over; quickly taking action. She raised her Princessa Fatal, a blade made for her by Demitrey Denodado, the sword being her go-to weapon. Her blade parried the long sword of the Veletzen’s, having swung it to her right. The two were mostly left alone as the war waged on around them. With her no longer being a spring chicken, she was easily slain, not having the ability to back up fast enough as the enemy soldier brought their blade up and slit her throat. The red liquid sprayed out like a fountain and covered them as the enemy set out to join their allies. Verónica hit the ground with a thud, time had slowed for her as her life flashed before her eyes. She lay in a pool of crimson that started to gather around her and sink into the earth below. After the battle had been lost, both sides were able to claim their dead. A young Konrad Stafyr had found the Princess’s body first. He screamed out “NO!” in a disdained and agonized voice that carried across the gore-filled field. His cry caught the attention of the now-dead woman's niece. Rosalind Valkonen who now knelt across from Konrad as he took her helmet off, praying that it wasn’t who he thought it was.. Once his fears had been concerned. He desperately attempted to find a pulse in a panicked state. None was found.. Rosalind gingerly did her best to clean Verónica’s paled face off before they could get her out of there and returned to her family Verónica awoke within the seven skies. Her joints didn’t ache and she felt young again.. Her hair was longer than it had in years, she enjoyed her long hair and her face and body were no longer scarred. Before she knew what was really happening, she was walking through a set of pearly gates with others around her who had also fallen during the battle. She ended up stopping at the group that was there for her. To greet her in the seven skies. Finally understanding where she was. Verónica started to weep “No!” She exclaimed in what was utter defeat, crying sheer agony on the spot. Her mother, Laurelie wrapped the newly deceased in a hug “It is alright bebé” she shared in an attempt to comfort her “Ea did niet even get to say goodbye-” she whimpered back in dismay “Ea.. did niet get to say goodbye..” she repeated. Joining everyone within the seven skies should have been a happy occasion but for Veronica. In that moment, it was nothing but a feeling of sheer defeat. Princess Verónica Frisketa Isabella Maria Lucia Elisabetta Weiss died in the Battle of Westmark on the 10th of the Grand Harvest, 159 of the Second Age. Verónica leaves behind, her husband. Four children, two daughters-in-law, and ten grandchildren. Please do not meta-game these letters. Each character listed would be given an envelope that was sealed with spring green wax stamped with the Weiss lion, instead of a sun behind it, there was a lightning bolt. Audo Walter Karl Viktor Martina Mikhail Rosalind Raelle Marian Sofia Y’vette Cesar Demitrey Amaya Roui Konrad Glorier Nova Amethyst