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Aleksander Jazloviecki rubbed his temples as the body of defeated Wiktor was brought to the refugee camp "GOD took you when he saw fit. Your struggle has come to an end dearest uncle. Now you are with our ancestors and our Bonnie King Charlie. Rest in peace..." Said the young lord and after that walked to the nearby chapel in order to pray for the soul of his late relative

PRINCELY ANNOUNCEMENT REGARDING THE MOVE TO THE LANDS OF SAVOY Issued on the 4th of Godfrey's Triumph, 1924, at Merryweather [♪] It has been two years since I ascended my father's throne as the Prince of Merryweather. During those two years, I tried my best to match my father in all possible aspects of reign. I kept in touch with our family in the County of Warsovia, stayed in the Duchy of Minitz and visited other Waldenians in Haense. Unfortunately, my efforts have been interrupted by the vile hordes of Mori who are destroying the world as we know it. I fought them in Fenn, I fought them in Minitz. Both of these battles were unfortunately lost for the human kind. They had more men and equipment, I saw it with my own eyes. In the face of this deadly threat, I call upon all the inhabitants of the lands of Arentania under my authority: Waldenians, Lechians and Daels - follow me southwards, where Minitz refugees have set up camp outside our former home, our pearl of the south - the Castle of Merryweather. The castle, despite its overgrown exterior, is still usable on the inside. It will certainly work wonderfully as our new temporary home. I personally invite the following noble families from our United Kingdom of Aaun to move into Merryweather as soon as they reach the southern shores of Almaris: Members of the Royal House of Alstion @LithiumSedai Members of the Ducal House of Barclay @MadOne Members of the Margravial House of Rosius @rep2k Members of the Margravial House of Reuss @ncarr Members of the Comital House of Jazloviecki @ratlordmagic Members of the Comital House of Ivanovich @Optimus420 Members of the Comital House of Augusten @Frank_Dog In addition to the aforementioned noble houses, I also invite: The Right Honourable, Manfred Barclay, Baron of Sigradz @Ramon The Right Honourable, Sir Émir d’Arbre, Count of l'Arbre d'Or @exoo GOTT MIT UNS HIS HIGHNESS, Heinrich II von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and the Rhine, Landgrave of Alstreim, Baron of Corwinsburg, Lord of Blackwater

Heinrich von Alstreim felt sick, his stomach started to make him feel nauseous as he got to know of Anatoliy's fate "We fought shoulder to shoulder for a moment at the very end when your horse died" The Prince shook his head "I have saved one Godunov that night, shame I couldn't save the other, even though I tried." He said to the empty halls of Corwinsburg as sudden sadness gripped him and his calls from that night at the clinic resounded in his head - Did someone see Lord Godunov? Is he alright? - calls with no answer...

Heinrich von Alstreim paid his respects to all fallen in this fight including Felix "We have fought bravely. Sadly not all of us made it back..." He said with a sorrowful sigh

Aleksander Jazloviecki, late as always, smiled at the King's declaration and with a nod exclaimed "Welcome Royal Jamie" Then he went to nail the declaration to the noticeboard

Aleksander Jazloviecki huffed in response "Perhaps not, but through toil and sweat he has earned the crown and respect, unlike Duke van Aert." He remarked with a snort as he drank his afternoon tea in the garden

Aleksander Jazloviecki sighed heavily at the news. The boy could not understand that the man he called his King was gone, the Bonnie Prince was no more. Even though in that sorrow he managed to smile and say "Goodbye Royal Charlie..." He then fell to his knees and began to pray as sincere tears streamed down his cheeks.

ONE LAST TIME Writ of abdication of Jan I Jazloviecki, Count of Warsovia [♪] FOREWORD Thirteen years ago I have stepped on this soil for the first time since the fall of Grodno. It was a milestone in my life, and a thing I have thought to be impossible at the time. I have stepped on this sacred hill not as an exiled man but as the Lord and Count. It was ours once more - Grodno. The dream of my father and grandfather, of my uncles and aunts, dream of me and my siblings. Many doubted me. Too many to count. Even among my closest relatives words of doubt have spread like a thick mist. I did not falter. I have fought for what was rightfully ours and what was taken from us by impious de Vilains of Acre. Against all odds, I stood proudly with my head held high. Of course, none of this would have been possible had it not been for Ottomar von Alstreim, my best friend and brother of my beloved wife. He was the one who saw the opportunity and let me take it. Since that day, our Houses have been connected by a bond stronger than in the days of my grandfather Borys and his grandfather Ulrich. Warsovia wouldn't be the same if it wasn't for the people who, in addition to Ottomar, supported me in my pursuit of my goal. COUSIN HENRYK A person who was with me everywhere and at all times. Day or night, together we erected this castle without outside help. It was our work, our creation. Now, thanks to this hard work, our family can live with dignity. UNCLE WIKTOR Someone who supported me from a young age. Bald and untitled but worth more to me than a whole army of loyal soldiers. We have spent many good and bad moments together over these thirteen years. We defended this castle against invading bandits, we fought to defend Prince Henry. These memories will stay with me forever. UNCLE AUGUST A man that is no longer with us. He taught me what it was like to resist progressive thinking and stay true to the traditions and history of our House. He always gave me advice when I needed it and had an anecdote from his youth for every dilemma. I know that he is now up there with Grandfather and is looking at us gathered here. I think he has no reason to be ashamed of us and what we achieved. Now I have children too. So many that I can't count. I see a part of myself in each of them. Some resemble me and some resemble their mother but I love them all the same. This day is the one I dreaded the most - the day when I will be greying and they will be young and beautiful. Just as the brown of my hair is fading so is my power as Count of Warsovia. Today on the 2nd of Sun's Smile 1922 I abdicate in favour of my first-born son Waclaw Jakub, and install Wiktor Jazloviecki as his Lord Regent. This state of matters shall endure until my son is old enough to bear the coronet. THROUGH ALL, WE PREVAIL. Signed, Jan Jazloviecki, Count of Warsovia

Heinrich II Lothar von Alstreim, the heir to Prince Ottomar sighed as he read the document "My time has come" He said to himself

Memories of Lord Aleksander Wilhelm from his time spent in the Adrian captivity. [ ♪ ] It was early evening, I was just enjoying my time in Neu Brandthof as is my custom. Bored with the silence, I decided to take a ride into the forest. Convinced of my safety, I mounted my black horse and rode out through the gate towards the other side of the river. My freedom lasted less than five minutes, as just over the bridge I heard a whistle and an Adrian Greycloak stood next to me with a spear in his hand. Naturally, I stopped my horse - I had no armour on and no sword at my belt. That wasn't good enough for that greedy Adrian dog, who shouted to me if I was one of the Minitzers. My explanations were of no use - I was attacked and forced to defend myself. God will be the judge as this impious brigand attacked a young boy of noble birth that clearly did not mean any harm to him nor his comrades. The loss was certain, for after all what could a fourteen-year-old do against an adult soldier? Defeated, I was tied up and put on a horse. My walk of shame began. I was taken to Velec where, for a long while, my captor could not find anyone to put "this Minitzer spy" in the dungeon. Of course, the local population came to see this "Minitzer spy" that I supposedly was and there were also those righteous people, whom God will save when their time comes, who wanted to free me for it was immoral to hold me captive. In the end what would a young man do, whose only thoughts were of revelry and freedom? - little if I dare to say so myself. Then I was given the honour of looking into the eyes of my grandfather's enemies. Members of House von Draco surrounded me but had no clue of who I was until the time of my questioning came. A kind-hearted soldier, a man called Renata, stood up for me. He did not want to allow them to do me any harm - before and during the interrogation, and I have promised him that he will be in my prayers. A red-haired priest, Father Walter, also came to see what the commotion was. In my eyes he is probably the rightest of all righteous Adrians. He defended me together with Renata and some woman whose name I didn't really hear until the end of my interrogation. Seeing that I knew nothing nor could I be of any use to anyone - some agitated for my release. This state of matters changed when another man of von Draco's line showed up. He was the one they called "Marshal". Even though he looked very scary to me, he treated me kindly - that is what I thought at least. Oh what a mistake that was, thinking that everyone would treat me like a human being, a living and feeling being deserving of at least a measure of respect. I was kept in the rain, at a table in the courtyard during the interrogation. Only when it stopped pouring and I was completely wet, ready for lung disease and certain death, was I taken to the dungeon. My real nightmare has begun. I was promised the safety and presence of Father Walter, this Marshal and unfortunately my pushy captor. I had no other choice but to comply. On my way to Velec, during my interrogation and once I was in the dungeon I kept on praying. Praying to God for my quick release and to be in one piece. There were five people in the dungeon with me - Father Walter, my captor, the Marshal and two mercenaries, from the looks of it one was from the south and the other was from Tetsugawa. The southerner entered the cell with me, which was quite strange, but I considered it a safety measure. Once Marshal left to check on something, things started to get weird - I was gagged and one of those mercenaries knocked Father Walter out before dragging him away. My kidnapper was shocked, I thought he knew how it would end. Then someone came, a woman, and everyone except of the man who was in the cell with me left. I thought that I was safe, but not for long. Two von Draco women appeared at the bars that separated me from them. They kept on insulting me because of my birth. What a dull life a person must have, who pours their aggression over an old family feud onto a young man, bound, soaking wet and with gagged mouth. The anger of her and some other lass of her blood had reached its peak once I did not respond to their insults, but instead prayed to my great grandfathers Venerable Borys Jazloviecki and Venerable Ulrich von Alstreim - true and exemplary Canonists. They were clearly with me. Lady von Draco had no keys to the cell! I laughed in my thoughts but it did not end there as she tried to bash and then lockpick the sturdy iron door. Her last attempt failed and the lock jammed - I was safe, for now. They kept threatening me with death for the next hours, but my faith in God was too strong. I did not listen to their words and threats because I believed in the Lord's defence. When they got tired and left, I fell asleep and woke up in the forest. I was free, truly free. I don't know what happened to Father Walter, to Renata or to other good people who wanted to help me and opposed their superiors. I will pray for you and if God will allow me to repay you for this kindness, I shall do so when this war is over. God be praised and savage Adrians be damned, Vigour in Faith. Through all I prevailed,

Jan Jazloviecki, the one-eyed Count of Warsovia sighed as he recieved the news of King's death "It comes after everyone, none can stand against death. Rest in peace your Royal Majesty, you were an example of a good monarch." He then traced the Lorraine before leaving Kamieniec Keep to pray at the chapel

A certain Margrave stood on a balcony as he was looking at the night sky. His ability to feel sadness was gone, yet something inside of him was boiling. His empty gaze focused on the trees that swayed in the night wind. He was faced with one certain fact - he was the last one. His father gone, his uncles August and Jindrich gone, his once beloved brothers gone. The creature of the night remembered all those good times with them as well as the bad times. He remembered the joy of his elder brother's return, the joy of his wedding and sour taste of loss when he and his family were kicked out of their home. In the face of his Otton's death he thought of why did he become what he is right now - the answer was simple for him, though for many it was a stupid reason - he wanted to protect his family. He could not cry but uttered a few words in the middle of his complicated thinking process "You will be missed, bracie." He shut his eyes and as he walked back into the dark interior he knew. He was now the last one, the last of Borys' sons...

Young Lord, Aleksander Wilhelm Jazloviecki was sitting in his armchair and sipping his coffee as he usually does. He snorted upon reading the last part of the report "Ah yes, a truly magnificent sight when you come out of the castle and see armed people attacking unarmed civilians. If they wanted a ceasefire, they could have come unarmed and invite those people they took to Adria instead of kidnapping them." He then shook his head "But who am I talking about - a bunch of savages who have no idea what they are fighting for, so they will always shout for the van Aert Duke." The young Lechian mused before taking another sip of his coffee

Jan Jazloviecki only sighed and threw this useless piece of paper into the fireplace

Jan Jazloviecki sighed with sorrow at the news and went to light up a candle for his Holiness in the Merryweather Chapel

Aleksander Jazloviecki scratched his head "Burn that GOD forsaken place and use salt to cleanse the earth..." The Founder of Sokol Movement suggested!

Venerable Borys Jazloviecki rubs his eyes as August approaches the gates of the Seven Skies "I have waited far too long Augie, but it was worth it. You fulfilled your duty and my legacy is secured. Thank you old friend..." The old Lord Commander said with tears in his eyes as the two walked in to join the other dead Savoyards Jan Jazloviecki couldn't believe the sad news that came from Adria and a single tear ran down his cheek "You are now with grandpa, rest peacefully." He signed the Lorraine and went to pray

Aleksander Wilhelm Jazloviecki smirks like a real Sokolist

[♪] INTRODUCTION In times where everything we believe in is constantly challenged and when dragonkin with other servants of Iblees are trying to threaten the power of people and the Church, comes a need for a change. The times of powerlessness are receding and with this turn of events a strong and a reinvigorated spring is coming. Who would want to undermine us and turn to the forbidden practices of Iblees? Only pagans and heretics, who in their insults to God have turned their backs on him and with sin want to convert our own people. Will we allow them to spit in our faces? Will we allow them to spread their wickedness in our own holy and God-submitted country? WE THE YOUNG AAUNITES GIVE OUR DEFINITE ANSWER: PURPOSE OF THE MOVEMENT The Sokol Movement is an organisation for committed followers of Canonism. The aim of the movement is to maintain a strong position of the Holy Church in realms ruled by humans. The structure of the organisation is hierarchical and can involve nobility, commoners and clergymen. Members of the organisation are tasked with defending the Pontiff and other men of the cloth at public events, and in the name of salvation and life after death in the Seven Skies, to lay down their lives in their defence if necessary. The hierarchy of the movement is divided into four tiers: Chairman - an individual elected by other members of the Sokol Movement, holding the highest authority. Clergymen - all servants of God that want to join the movement and bless the militia before their guard duty commences. Militants - armed members of the Sokol Movement who are tasked with protecting all men of the cloth during church services and other public events where their lives may be at risk. Common members of the movement - people who are encouraged to spread the word of God and join the social ranks to further promote our ideals and beliefs. THE FOUR PILLARS OF THE SOKOL MOVEMENT I. SALVATION ONLY IN GOD - The God is our Lord and saviour, he decides our fate and when we ascend into the Seven Skies. II. MAN ABOVE ANYONE OTHER - That Man is the right and superior kind to be populating the Canonist world, as it is known in all of canondom. III. PERSECUTION - To persecute those found guilty under heretical acts of magic, and consorting with Azdrazi et cetera. IV. HONOUR AND COURAGE - Two vital virtues of every canonist who is not afraid to die for God’s glory. A person that possesses these virtues should always stand up in defence of the Church and clergy, even if it puts their life at risk. THE TENETS OF THE SOKOLISTS HERALDRY OF THE SOKOL MOVEMENT The official colours of the men and the banner of the Sokol Movement don are green, white, black and gold. The symbol of the movement is a black falcon (sokol) on a field of green, holding a golden cross in its beak. In common parlance, the falcon symbolises both agility and strength, attributes which are required of all Sokol’s militants. ANYONE WHO MEETS THE CONDITIONS CAN JOIN THE MOVEMENT: - Human - Aged at least 15 - Comes from a canonist House - Has no record of cooperation with the servants of Iblees - Has no record of breaking the law - Passed a blood test and their dark nature was not discovered in the process WE, THE NEW GENERATION WILL CHANGE THE WORLD FOR GOD AND HIS KINGDOM Motto of the Sokol Movement IN GOD’S NAME, Aleksander Wilhelm Jazlowiecki Witold Piotr Jazlowiecki Mikhail Stefan Jazlowiecki Caius Godwin Alstion

Borys Jazloviecki smirked at his Barclay wife - Sophia, in the Seven Skies "We once were a Barclay Bargain dear" He chuckled afterwards

Jan Jazloviecki nodded firmly "Hopefully that's the last time" He then passed the missive to Wiktor @PecenyRohlik

Jan Jazloviecki stands with his whole House "United we stand" He said simply

Jan Jazloviecki was recovering from the wounds he got at Velec, yet after hearing of Wick's death the Count got up and went to light up a candle at the Merryweather chapel "You died while serving our blessed Kingdom. Rest in peace friend." He then signed the Lorraine and took a moment to pray before going back to rest some more

Despite the outcome of the war, Jan Jazloviecki smiled "Finally they will let an old man rest" Said the Count before releasing a sigh

Jan Jazloviecki smirked at the memories of the man wearing a dress