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The Archduchy of Suffonia proudly presents,

Alexander II, Beauty Pageant

and Garden Party

With his Imperial Majesty Alexander’s II accession to the imperial throne, beauty has embraced the lands of Arcas. To celebrate this happy occasion and to show our gratitude to his Imperial Majesty for his existence; we are holding a beauty pageant express the beauty of our realm. Our guests will be first served grilled meat and alcohol at our Alexander II 

Garden and following this humble feast the beauty contest will begin.

The contest will have two phases. For the first phase the contestants will present themselves in their best dresses and for the second phase the contestants will be expected to perform a talent of their choosing. Following these phases guests will vote for the Alexander II Beauty Queen. 

How to Participate as a Contestant?

All females who are above the age of 16 will be eligible to attend. Please contact @Mordred#0340 or @Kata#8905 until ((4pm est Wednesday)) to sign your name for the contest. If you are below 18, parental consent will be required.

(Legal Disclaimer: Alcohol will be served; make sure you are prepared in case you fall into the swimming pool! Our Archduchy will not be responsible for possible wetness or drowning.)

 Citizens of the Holy Orenian Empire and all her ally states are invited, we especially wish to invite the following,

~His Imperial Majesty Alexander II and the House of Johannes, and the Nobility and Citizens of the Empire

~The Dragonblood houses and their Nobility and Citizens

~The House of Devereux, and the Nobility and Citizens of Curonia

~The House of Helvets and the Nobility and Citizens of Kaedrin

~The House of Barbanov, and the Nobility and Citizens of Haense

~The House of Merentel, and the Nobility and Citizens of Vintas

~The House of Staunton, and the Nobility and Citizens of Westmarch

~The House of Nasrid, and the Nobility and Citizens of Cresonia

~The House of Kharadeen, and the Nobility and Citizens of the Caliphate

~The House of Visaj and the Citizens of Haelun’or

~Howl of the North Trading Company

Signed,

{OOC Information}

*Apologies for the lack of decoration in this post, forums are being annoying and not letting me upload the usual pictures I use :C*

The Archduchy of Suffonia proudly presents,

Suffonian Grand Auction

Esteemed habitants of the land of Arcas, we are proud to invite you to our first traditional Grand Auction. In our Castle of Warwick, following a feast given in honour of our honourable guests, we will hold an auction where one can buy valuable or peculiar items. Make sure your biddings are prudent, as you will be held accountable for them!

You Can Buy, But Can You Sell?

If you are interested in selling your precious items as much as buying them, you can contact our Auction Curator Princess Elizabeth Suffolk (Kata#8905) or her assistant Prince Anthony Suffolk (Mordred#0340) until ((Saturday 2pm Est)) and following their evaluation our Professional staff can put your items in to auction on your behalf!

Make sure you come with a full pursue, credit will not be accepted! 

[!] IMPORTANT [!]

All income from personal sales of the House Suffolk will be donated to his Holiness, the High Pontiff of the Church of Canon. The House of Suffolk wishes to support all kinds of charity and religious activities by his Holiness and Edward Suffolk personally pledges his fortunes for the aid of the men of the faith in need.

Invitation List

Citizens of the Empire and all her ally states are invited, we especially wish to invite the following:

~His Imperial Majesty Alexander II and the House of CASCADIA, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~His Holiness and the Bishops of the Church of the Canon

~The House of DEVEREUX, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of BARBANOV, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of HELVETS, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of ALSTION, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of SARKOZIC, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of VISAJ, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of NASRID, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The Royal House of Kharadeen

~The Noble House of Dragonblood

~The Noble House of Staunton

~The Noble House of Merentel

~The Noble House of Keint

~The Noble House of Falstaff

~The Noble House of Castelo

~The Noble House of Ironwood

~The Noble House of Falkenrath

~The Noble House of De Alba

~The Noble House of Halcourt

~The Noble House of Draskovits

~The Noble House of Harkness

~The Noble House of Silversteed

~Howl of the North Trading Company

Signed,

Elizabeth Suffolk

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16:00est, 26th July, Friday

The Archduchy of Suffonia proudly presents,

With his Imperial Majesty Alexander’s II accession to the imperial throne, war and disasters have ended and peace and prosperity await humanity and all races of the lands of Arcas. To celebrate this happy occasion and our humble vassalisation under his Imperial Majesty, we wish to hold a feast at our Castle of Warwick. We will grill game animals at our garden Jardin d'Alexander. Alcohol will be served; make sure you are prepared in case you fall into the swimming pool! Our Archduchy will not be responsible for possible wetness or drowning.

Citizens of the Empire and all her ally states are invited, we especially wish to invite the following:

~His Imperial Majesty Alexander II and the House of CASCADIA, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~His Holiness and the Bishops of the Church of the Canon

~The House of DEVEREUX, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of BARBANOV, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of HELVETS, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of ALSTION, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of SARKOZIC, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of VISAJ, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The House of NASRID, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens

~The Royal House of Kharadeen

~The Noble Houses of Dragonblood

~The Noble House of Staunton

~The Noble House of Merentel

~The Noble House of Keint

~The Noble House of Falstaff

~The Noble House of Castelo

~The Noble House of Ironwood

~The Noble House of Falkenrath

~The Noble House of De Alba

~The Noble House of Halcourt

~The Noble House of Draskovits

~The Noble House of Harkness

~The Noble House of Silversteed

~Howl of the North Trading Company

Signed,

{OOC Information}

The Archduchy of Suffonia proudly presents,

It is our pleasure to announce that our humble home Warwick Castle is ready to open its doors to our friends and allies. We wish to celebrate this occasion with a Rainbow Ball! If you wish to attend we suggest and ask you to partially or fully wear the following colours with the following meanings as is required by the theme! Feel free to mask or reveal your beauty! Get ready for a night of dancing and drinking!

Red = Happily Married/Clergy
Orange = Engaged/Promised 
Yellow = Undecided 
Green = Looking for a Relationship 
Blue = Willing to hear offers 
Indigo = Optimistic about a relationship but requires family approval 
Violet = “Can’t speak, ask for my parents.”

Citizens of any nation under Pax Orenia are welcome, we especially wish to invite the following:

~The House of DEVEREUX, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens 
~The House of CASCADIA, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens 
~The Current Sovereign Government and the Citizens of VES 
~The House of VISAJ, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens 
~The House of NASRID, and their Noble Vassals and Citizens
~The Royal House of Barbanov
~The Royal House of Kharadeen
~The Noble House of Staunton
~The Noble House of Merentel
~The Noble House of Keint
~The Noble House of Castelo
~The Noble House of Ironwood
~The Noble House of Falkenrath 
~The Noble House of De Alba 
~The Noble House of Draskovits 
~The Noble House of Harkness
~The Noble House of Ragnarson 
~The Noble House of Landes 
~Howl of the North Trading Company

Signed,

{OOC Information}

This is just a short story I made for my english assessment and thought I’d share, I hope ya’l enjoy it.
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For many years the land of Grath lived under peaceful circumstances, until the Southern Empire, Varith, brought war upon all, destroying many villages, towns, settlements, even some cities along the way. This caused a horrific outburst of chaos in Grath.
The new heir to the throne of Varith, the capital of the Southern Empire, Harlos II, named after his grandfather, was found resting peacefully in his garden, taking in the breathtaking view the castle offered. Harlos, like his father, had light blonde hair, with sparkling sapphire eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. His facial features are soft, and calm, though his jawline is quite sharp. If one saw him smile, his dimples showing like a bright like in the dark.
Royal guards stood up with straight posture and broad shoulders, ready to attack any form of threat, or protect the Prince at all costs. One guard, a friend close to Harlos, actually, named James stood by the gate. James was knighted many years ago by Harlos’ father, The King. James too had blonde hair but is ashier compared to Harlos, and his eyes were dark forest green. His face is squarer, and skin fairer compared to Harlos’, despite the many hours under the sun training.

Harlos cooed James over. He lingered by the gate for a moment before following his instructions, making his way towards the Prince, his hand placed upon the pommel of his sword. James was known as a mute, a word never heard out of him, though Harlos didn’t mind this, he would talk to James, and James would listen, at times maybe even write a thing or two down. It wasn’t hard to notice the two had a spark of passion, some rumour of the two holding hands, or even sharing a kiss. But nothing could be proven.
Later in the evening, the two made their way to Varith’s grand feast, a celebration that happens only yearly, to celebrate the conquest of the Royal family, and the Southern Empire. Tables were around the plaza where the celebration is usually held, drinks also splattered around. Seats were full of happy people, and the plaza had many young children and their parents dancing around to the joyful music, some even watching the entertainment around.
The prince stood from his seat upon the council table, beside his Father, bringing up a wine glass and a small spoon, gently tapping it and calmly raising his voice as he spoke,
“A moment of everyone’s attention?” The Prince said as he glanced over the crowd of people with a soft smile. He took a moment to glance around the council table, more specifically towards James, who stood nearby, guarding the council.
The plaza grew silent the mumbles beginning to fade. Varith respected the prince greatly and loved him dearly, unlike his father, who had only been causing chaos and harm to the rest of Grath. If it weren’t for Harlos, Varith would be the same.
“Some rumours have spilled and made word to my ear, and I wish to inform you all, it is true, I have found love. Someone I hold very closely to my heart.” The Prince said with ease, though some who may know him closer could sense his slight fear. His father looked towards him, flames of anger roared in his eyes, though the King kept seated. James’ face had begun to grow pale, though he too, kept his voice shut. 
Citizens whispered and mumbled to one another, some even gasped, but it didn’t take long for them all to silence, their curiosity visible on their faces. The Prince nodded gently then spoke again.
“His name is James Reave. A knight from the Royal Guard.” 
More gasps filled the area, though many, if not all of these faces seemed quite happy and pleased with the news. Harlos too looked quite happy, though his smile quickly vanished as his father stood, and his voiced boomed. 
“I will not allow this heresy!” His father reached for his blade, taking hold of his pommel, ready to pull his blade out. A blade that has killed many. Many other guards reached for their pommels as the king spoke again.
“This James shall be punished, and as for you my boy,” The King looked towards his son with a look of hatred and anger. “You are not fit for the heir!” 

Though the citizens didn’t agree, they all felt betrayed by their king, despite his recent bad doings, and so they shouted.
“And you are not fit as King!” One shouted.
“Let the two love!” Another said, and more began to shout similar things, moving closer towards the council’s table. The king glanced around, the corners of his mouth tugging downwards into an ugly frown, his hand moving from his pommel as the old man begun to back away. His face was raging with anger as he turned to run away like the coward everyone knew him to be.
James was standing by Harlos, already there in case of an attack, though he turned towards Harlos, taking hold of the Prince, placing his lips on Harlos’. The citizens cheered.
“Long live Harlos, and the second king!” The two smiled at one another, gently holding each other hand in hand. James leaned in towards Harlos’ ear, a small smile lifting his lips as he whispered,
“I love you, Harlos.”
 

oof yes, thats thicc

Just a small rant I guess. I hate when events, including fairly big ones, that are held on sundays, or weekdays. It's so annoying for people for example with a AEST timezone. EST 6PM Would be 9AM. Sure 9Am isn't that bad? Or perhaps it is if it's a monday and a lot of people have school. I guess it's just tough luck- But I personally usually miss out on a lot of events because of this, or if I manage to get on for one- It's one being held at like 2am. I guess that's just how it is, but sometimes I wish events were held on saturdays to make it easier for other people. Anyone else have the same problem lol

*I'd like to be more active on the forums, and as of now, I think I can do so by writing short stories.

In a city full of music, joy, and chivalry, there were great people, people who spread the magic of this city. Though this magic was not like most, it was a magic that could not be seen but felt with the heart. Just stepping foot inside this beautiful city would make you feel at ease, you'd be relaxed, joyful, and stress-free. Music flew gracefully down streets, art was hung all around, people of all sorts would talk and they'd all get along marvellously, though of course, this could never last forever. In 1934 this beautiful city had to witness a tragic event, which none imagined would ever happen. The roaring of the wyverns of the mystic forest was heard. These roars tumbled over the beautiful music in Glynn, causing it to fade.

The citizens were quick to realise what this was. It was the Monarch of Olara. There could only be one possible reason for her arising. The Heart of Glynn had been tampered with. The heart of Glynn was a powerful gemstone gifted to the queen of Glynn by the monarch of Olara, to help prevent evil for spreading throughout the city. Some citizens rushed to their homes, others fled to the outer city, and few rushed to the palace.

A Wyvern had flown over the city, landing right on the tower where this magical gemstone once sat. Inside this tower, were the queen, on her knees, holding pieces of this gemstone, tears flooding from her eyes, spilling like rain would on an awful day. citizens and knights rushed into the room, stopping at the door as the queen brought her hand back, her palm flat, facing them, indicating them to not step closer. 

The Wyvern perched on the tower roared, destroying the top of the tower, causing chunks of stone to crumble and fly off the sides, crashing into other parts of the palace. The citizens inside screamed, though the queen only continued to silently let out her tears as she stood, taking hold of a piece of the gemstone in her hand, clutching it tightly as she walked towards the wyvern.

The creature sniffed and grumbled, horrid, ghostly noises escaping it as she came closer, bringing the piece of gemstone closer to its nostrils. In fear, most the citizens had backed away, though some brave nights stayed, yelling for their queen to step away. Though, nothing good be done, as the mouth of the wyvern opened, whispers escaping for a very brief moment, before a strange fire, yet dust like substance blew out of its mouth, and from there, everything went blurry, nothing could be seen, and it happened so quickly.

The knights left had been blasted back, the rest of the top of the tower was destroyed, and the queen was gone. A large pile of white sat on the floor of the floor, and in the middle of it lay the gemstone. Repaired, as if it were never broken. Though, the queen the citizens all once knew and loved was not there. Instead, a new queen had risen from these dust particles, a new ruler had been birthed. With a last glance, the Wyvern took it's leaving, heading right back to the forest it came from, letting out a last horrid roar to warn the citizens of Glynn to never touch such a precious item again.