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Aleksander Wilhelm Jazloviecki, once a prisoner of Von Dracos smirks like a real Lechian

Aleksander Jazloviecki wonders when will he get married? @cherrybud

Sir Heinrich II Lothar von Alstreim smirks from his chamber in the palace

Aleksander Jazloviecki sighed heavily as the pact was announced "God damn it, I have just finished hanging the old posters..." The Lord said with resignation

Aleksander Jazloviecki glanced at the newly opened tavern and let out a sigh "Someone has got to do this." He nodded firmly before pinning a poster to the pillar

Aleksander Jazloviecki smirks like a real Aaunic patriot

Aleksander Jazloviecki is already a Legionnaire are you?

AFFIRMATION OF THE BARONY OF TRIGLAV Issued & Confirmed on 22nd of The Amber Cold, 1927, Merryweather After years of faithful friendship between our houses, the bond that unites the Princely House of Alstreim and the Comital House of Jazloviecki is stronger than ever. With this in mind, and having traced the pages of our shared history, I could not help but notice that in the past the Jazloviecki-Svarogovich line held its own title. This title was forgotten by the King of the Novellen dynasty. The same one who called himself their friend but did nothing to help them when they required that assistance. Witnessing how thriving Warsovia is, it would be a sin to forget the merits of the second house that forms House Jazloviecki. As a recognition of the years of faithful service, not only of Mikhail Jazloviecki, but also of his late great-grandfather, Holy Sir August Mikołaj Jazloviecki, I officially restore the title of Baron Triglav to Mikhail and his descendants. The Baron's future will henceforth be linked to that of the Count of Warsovia and he will be bound by the same vassal contract. May good fortune be with us as we continue our fruitful work and build the United Kingdom of Aaun together. GOTT MIT UNS, HIS HIGHNESS, Heinrich II von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and the Rhine, Landgrave of Alstreim, Baron of Corwinsburg, Lord of Blackwater

A certain Jazloviecki glanced at the document and scratched his beard wondering how did he even end up reading it.

Hi Exo How is it to be the Herald of Azdromoth and... (you know what I mean)? How long did it take you to realise the tank would not be accepted by Llir and would have to disappear either way? Do you think Emir is your best persona so far? (it's been a year, I doubt you had any that could be better but still worth asking!)

Depiction of Warsovia in the summer [♪] [!] A private letter written in Lechitic and addressed to Waclaw Jakub Jazloviecki, brought to the young Count by a homing pigeon. The letter bears the seal belonging to Jan Jazloviecki, the first Count of Warsovia. ((Please do not metagame and RP the contents of this letter unless they are shared by the recipient.)) @ratlordmagic Waclaw, my dearest son, I'm sorry to have left so many things on your plate. You're still young, a bit foolish and impulsive, but I was no different when I was your age. I don't know when this letter will reach you, but I want you to know that the voyage is going smoothly. We should reach our destination soon enough. This information always comforts me in some way, but between you and me I will tell you that I have heard it so many times already that I no longer believe it. Having many days to myself, undisturbed by anyone, I decided to write this letter to let you know that my thoughts are always with you. I would like you to look at everything I have done from a slightly different perspective after reading this letter. Maybe you will notice something remarkable in this story for yourself. I was a young boy, younger than you are now, when I was forced to live through the terrors of the Harvest Revolution. I saw blood, corpses, pain and suffering of the people I called friends and family. I saw what happened to my father, what happened to my sisters and brother. Each of us was affected differently by this conflict. The revolution left a mark on me that I have never been able to shake off. Feelings of guilt, powerlessness and weakness. I felt inferior to my siblings but at the end of this road it turned out that I was the one who survived the longest. I was the one who raised up our bloodstained banner and crossed the river Petra to reach the place you now call home. It was a huge endeavour. Together with your uncle Henryk, we set up camp in the ruins. The days passed quickly but there was more work than we thought. Cleaning up the rubble, clearing the courtyard, gathering large amounts of stone, wood and other materials from which we built Kamieniec, our new home. The new seat of House Jazloviecki was nothing when compared to Grodno, but we were humble. It was not much, but it was enough for us at the time. I lived in the castle and didn't pay attention to what was around me. My family still lived in Petra. It was so foolish of me to care little about them. When they needed me most I was not there. Bianka was murdered and the wound in my heart reopened. Did I hate her? Yes. Blind pride and the belief that she could not match our father's genius caused my neglect of our relationship. By the time I wanted to fix this, it was too late. My sister was dead and there was nothing I could do about it. I don't wish you to ever have to go through such a thing in your life dear son. After this incident when I officially became the patriarch of the house, I married your mother. My life changed completely. I have always said to you, your brothers and sisters that it is family and loyalty that comes first. I still hold that view. If I can ask for anything, and I know I have been a terrible father and you may hold a grudge against me, but if there is one thing I can ask for then please take care of your siblings and stay loyal to those who gave us new life. Take what fate gives you no matter if it's better or worse than what you were getting before because there may come a day when you lose everything. Enjoy your family and what's around you while you still have it. I don't know if this voyage will end successfully, or if the merciless sea will swallow me and the crew up, but know that if this letter is the last you will ever recieve from me - I love you dearly Waclaw, my firstborn son. I am always with you. Your father,

Aleksander Jazloviecki was sitting in his log cabin, in the March of Lecho-Raev, when a copy of the declaration of war reached him "War... War never changes." He muttered to himself before shaking his head

why oh why did you do this staff

"What does he think he is doing? Did he forget the agreement of 1890?" The Prince of Merryweather, Heinrich II von Alstreim, asked while sitting in his chair. After a moment longer he shook his head, allowed a huff to escape his mouth before tearing the copy into pieces

"Roll out the cannons lads! Let us show them the Lechian wrath..." Aleksander Jazloviecki called out to his brothers, the Lechian Artillerymen, before going to inspect the same walls his ancestors were defending.

THE STORY OF THE LECHIAN ARTILLERYMEN [♪] The sun has not been seen in Karosgrad for months. The dark night shrouded everything and the only sources of light were lamps and bonfires. Humanity has struggled with the bane that was the Mori for a very long time. The battles in the human kingdoms were constant. People were dying like flies trying to fend off the attacks of these spawns of Iblees. The time has come for the final battle for the fate of humanity. The last capital on the continent to hold out while the human Kingdoms of Balian and Aaun as well as the elven, dwarven and orc ones fell. Volunteers streamed into the Haenseni capital from all directions, and their flags flew in the cold nightly wind. Amidst these masses of volunteers were the flags bearing the White Eagle. The proud people of Lechia, despite coming in a group of only four, have answered the call. The flags carried by the volunteers bore a big White Eagle and the famous words "For Freedom Ours and Yours". When they arrived at the main square, they had no idea where they would be assigned, which gate or regiment. Then Lord Marshal, Wilheim Barclay, arrived and ordered the Lechians to defend the port gate. Their struggle to defend humanity began. The volunteers quickly ascended to the top of the gate where they were given two cannons and supplies of gunpowder and cannonballs at their disposal. Having split into two teams - Aleksander with Waclaw, Mikhail with Boon - the Lechians quickly began preparing the cannons. Shortly afterwards, others arrived at the gate. Many different nations fought at the same gate, but their shared goal was clear - prevent them from going through. First the locusts arrived and then hordes of slaves began to march across the dock. The first order was given by the Barclay: SHOOT AT THE HAY BALES SO THAT THEY START TO BURN Shots rang out and cannonballs hit their target. A first success for the men who will be called Artillerymen at the end of the battle. Blocking the slaves' access to the barricaded harbour gate, the cannons focused on the oncoming locusts. Children of Warsovia worked fast, almost like a mechanism - roll the cannon back, clean it, load it, push it forward, shoot, repeat. There was no time for mistakes, there was only victory in their minds. Cannonball after cannonball flew out, hitting their opponents perfectly. The horde of locusts had thinned out - it was time to target the infantry. The first and one of the few artillery stumbles, the right cannon jammed. While Boon and Mikhail cleaned the cannon, Aleks and Waclaw quickly reloaded theirs. Moments later Waclaw lit the fuse. A powerful blast resounded amidst the harbour buildings. After the dust had settled, nothing remained of the group of slave infantry at which the left cannon was aimed. They all died, the shot was perfect. Moments later, the two men on the right cannon have managed to load it once more and fired towards the right infantry group, also sweeping it away. Lord Marshal Barclay was pleased with the work of the brave Lechians. Suddenly the ground trembled. A terrible roar echoed through the dock. The Devourer of Dobrov arrived. BOON, LOAD UP THAT PLATE! Mikhail shouted to his comrade and rolled the cannon back to clean it. The two on the left cannon did the same. The fight continued. In addition to cannonballs, arrows flew from the gate and two nearby towers. Archers and people manning the catapults hit the enemies well, with more and more locusts flying down dead. It was time for another attempt, the cannons reloaded. Another two blasts resounded. Then the least expected thing happened. The beast, the Devourer of Dobrov, wailed and went back under the surface. The joy of the Lechians was indescribable. The temporary defeat of the centipede gave them courage and strength. It doubled their efficiency. Suddenly, arrows came flying and Boon was hit. As he was pulled back to the tower, the Lord Marshal himself came to help Mikhail operate the cannon. Shortly afterwards Sir Ludolf Barclay arrived and swapped with Duke Wilheim in helping with the right cannon. Unfortunately, despite their efforts, more and more hordes were streaming towards the gate and the huge centipede seemed to be approaching the surface again. The second order was given by Lord Marshal: RETREAT! JAZLOVIECKIS MAN THE CANNONS ON THE STREETS! This was what they did. They fired at the oncoming hordes for as long as possible. They strategically retreated as far as the central barricade where the gunpowder depot was. It all went good until the pavement ripped and a smaller centipede emerged from underneath, probably the offspring of the Devourer. There was no time to waste. The Lechians were shooting fast. Even wounded Boon with a bandage wrapped around his belly helped Mikhail to load the cannon. After all, the pain was less important than duty. Finally one of the cannonballs shot by Aleksander and Waclaw got the smaller centipede and killed it. That was not the last of their problems - there came the Legionnaires. The defenders were outnumbered, they had no chance. Forced to retreat once again, all have abandoned the barricade. Yet one of the Lechians did not retreat. Young Aleksander Jazloviecki stood on the barricade until the very last moment before setting the reserves of gunpowder on fire and running back towards his comrades. The explosion was enormous. Many Legionnaires died, staining the walls and ground with their blood. Another small victory for the Lechian volunteers. The fight was soon to be over, with forces from the harbour gate being pushed back against the palace. All forces were to retreat, except the brave Artillerymen. The Lord Marshal ordered them to fire one last time as soon as the enemy armies came close to the palace. Mikhail and Boon fired first, injuring two Dreadknights. Then fired Aleksander and Waclaw, hitting the incoming Legionnaires with their last grapehsot. After that they were forced to pull back for good along with others. Karosgrad was lost. Their work in defence of Haense and humanity was over. Even though they failed, they did their best to prevent it... From that day the story of the four brave artillerymen, who together resisted the Mori hordes, is known among all Lechians and members of House Jazloviecki. Through all, they prevailed.

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