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Lorina Isabel reads over the social season schedule with a grin, though frowning as she sat in barren estate of Valles. "I vish Irene vas 'ere to debut vith me.." Tossing it away, she meandered over to a chest filled to the brim with fabrics to prepare a couple more outfits for the season! The Countess of Halstaig was handed the schedule from a tenant, squinting her aging eyes to scan it over. "I wish Theo the best of luck, my emerald shall be a ruby in no time. I will need to send someone in my place to watch over her during the presentations.." Iduna thought aloud.

An old friend of the Dames cackles at the, as the youth say, “girlfriend application”.

Iduna Anne had decided many months ago to remain in her county until her youngest son was of age, the scurrying of children around the mountainsides respectfully terrified her. Nora, an old assitant and friend of the Countess delivered a letter, Amicia's, along with a platter of tea and mushed fruit for Nikolaus. She waved the letter aside, finding no need to read it just then; but her heart sank as if the contents within had already found themselves to her. Slowly did the Countess rise to her desk, a cup of tea in hand as she slipped into the wooden chair. Stopping, she'd not wanted to read the letter but after a fit of hoarse coughs she ran a finger beneath the seal and pulled out the note. Head turning at her husbands arrival before casting an emerald gaze unto the deep colored wording; reading.. "No, no, no.. No!" Iduna cried, she'd not seen the woman in some time, her memories of them together were slim. "She.. she can't be gone.." The wailing continued as the letter was clutched close to her heart, tears dampening the parchment edges. Giving no greeting to her husband at his return she sat with her head in hands, Nora at the womans closet preparing her garbs for respectful mourning.

“O.. oh dear.” The Countess Halstaig choked out as the letter was passed. Caring for her newborn babe away in her chambers, she couldn’t help but shed a tear for her aunt. “May God be with them both.” She murmured through coughs.

The Countess of Halstaig recived the invitation at her chambers amidst calming her newborn babe. "Oh-" Is all she chirped out, returning a letter to the Viscount Provins to assure presumed arrival to the noble festivity.

Life of Lies A depiction of Sergei and Elizabeth Othaman in their younger years A blissful man Found a somber woman And picked her for his own They traveled And danced And soon enough Somber she was No more On one knee He opened a ring Five words he whispered In the dead of night “Elizabeth, will you marry me?” Seven words She spoke returned A joyous grin Upon moonlit lips “Yes, for all I love is you.” Faithful was that blissful woman Fickle was that crumbling man She spoke one winter day A friend or so she had thought A mistress One of many to the man She wept And wailed and finally declared All she’d loved She’d loved alone A lie of life A life of lies

The Countess of Halstaig reads over the invite with glee! Rushing out to purchace some find silks and furs to begin her autumn attire!

The news of the newly deceased found its way across the land to one Lady Dowager, Elizabeth Othaman. She listened closely as she'd been told of what'd happened that late night, lips curling to a smile, releasing a cold laughter at her sons death - she'd never been fond of Kelhus or any of her children for that matter. Meanwhile a young Lorina Othaman found herself skipping through the eastern forest toward her home manor, Valles. She'd not spent much time with any of her Uncles but was in a childish dire need of help from someone after not able to find her mother of father. Meandering up the halls to the rooms and pulling one door open. "Uncle- oh.." She purred to emptied chamber. "Vhere ist everybody nowadays.."

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The Duchess' newly appointed Mistress of the Robes donned a bright smile as her tailoring abilities had been put into light. "I will have to step up my game now that I am going to be making her wardrobe." The Countess of Halstaig commented toward her oldest friend and grounds tenant with a chuckle.

"A lovely couple" The Countess of Halstaig chirped, a few sewing pins bobbing betwixt her lips as she finished up the Princess's wedding gown!

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Somewhere a lonesome nun, a woman of faith, prays a silent prayer for the Cardinal - ending with a sign of the Lorraine.

____________________________________________________ A Review of the Annual Augustine Paint Night A N N O D O M I N I 18 Penned by the hand of Her Excellency Iduna O’Rourke ____________________________________________________ Though not many people were able to make attendance to the first Annual Augustine Annual Paint Night there were still quite a few talented artists in attendance that had quite a lot of expressive fun! Those being Miss Eugénie Cécile Ashford de Savoie Lady Safiya Oma Basrid Lord Calahan Antonius O’Rourke Lady Theodosia Illaena O’Rourke Lady Anna Asul’onn-d’Arkent The artists who so graciously agreed to allow myself to display their pieces include the following; “Walter the Chatter-Chat” by Eugénie Cécile Ashford de Savoie @sunflowerist The lovely Miss Savoie mixed each paint carefully to create the right shades. Beginning with her background and then adding in the precious stained white cat she knows and loves as Mister Walter! “An Autumn Day” by Theodosia Illaena O’Rourke @RaindropsKeepFalling Lady O’Rourke dipped her brush into her newly purchased paints, gliding them across the canvas carefully. Her brows furrowed as she worked intently to create the simple but beautiful painting for display! “A Dream” by Anna Marie d’Arkent née Asul’onn @Maevlin Lady Arkent’s hands were stained with the charcoal color after her pieces were complete. Though she hit the canvas with clear intent on where the color would go, creating a family piece of a mother, father and children within a humble abode! And! As this event will be annual I am happy to announce the next one will occur in two saints weeks from the last! ____________________________________________________ IN NOMINE DEI TRH Iduna Anne O’Rourke, Countess of Halstaig Mistress of the Arts and Culture

____________________________________________________ A Review of the Annual Augustine Paint Night A N N O D O M I N I 18 Penned by the hand of Her Excellency Iduna O’Rourke ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Though not many people were able to make attendance to the first Annual Augustine Annual Paint Night there were still quite a few talented artists in attendance that had quite a lot of expressive fun! Those being Miss Eugénie Cécile Ashford de Savoie Lady Safiya Oma Basrid Lord Calahan Antonius O’Rourke Lady Theodosia Illaena O’Rourke Lady Anna Asul’onn-d’Arkent The artists who so graciously agreed to allow myself to display their pieces include the following; “Walter the Chatter-Chat” by Eugénie Cécile Ashford de Savoie @sunflowerist The lovely Miss Savoie mixed each paint carefully to create the right shades. Beginning with her background and then adding in the precious stained white cat she knows and loves as Mister Walter! “An Autumn Day” by Theodosia Illaena O’Rourke @RainedropsKeepFalling Lady O’Rourke dipped her brush into her newly purchased paints, gliding them across the canvas carefully. Her brows furrowed as she worked intently to create the simple but beautiful painting for display! “A Dream” by Anna Marie d’Arkent née Asul’onn @Maevlin Lady Arkent’s hands were stained with the charcoal color after her pieces were complete. Though she hit the canvas with clear intent on where the color would go, creating a family piece of a mother, father and children within a humble abode! And! As this event will be annual I am happy to announce the next one will occur in two saints weeks from the last! ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ IN NOMINE DEI TRH Iduna Anne O’Rourke, Countess of Halstaig Mistress of the Arts and Culture

___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Augustine Annual Paint Night A depiction of the Countess Halstaig preparing the paint room alongside her daughter c. 18XX A N N O D O M I N I 1831 Penned by the hand of Iduna O’Rourke ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ The newly appointed Mistress of the Arts and Culture, The Countess Halstaig has decided that her first event hosted shall be the start of many. A paint night to be hosted every two saints weeks welcoming whoever might like to test their skills creating varieties of pieces as artistic creativity shall not be limited. Paints, clays, fabrics, gems, ect. shall be provided and each piece upon completion is offered to be taken by Her Excellency to be displayed! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ IN NOMINE DEI TRH Iduna Anne O’Rourke Countess of Halstiag Mistress of the Arts and Culture

ON THE DISAPPEARANCE OF WOODES O’ROURKE By the Office of TRH Countess Halstaig ISSUED 1831, 12TH OF HOREN’S CALLING Woodes, circa 1827 It is with heavy hearts that the O’Rourkes hereby and henceforth declare Woodes O’Rourke as a missing person. This is derived from his disappearance as of over one year ago, now. His vanishing has come as a severe surprise to the whole family, especially succeeding Countess Anastasia O’Rourkes death, and we mourn. Unless otherwise proven he will not be assessed as dead, as the man may rightfully be in hiding amid the d’Azor scandal and his own connection. Yet odd, still, as his very father, TRH Patrick O’Rourke is the Archchancellor’s right hand in the National party. His primary outlet of business: his “pint,” has decidedly been left to Cillian O’Rourke for the time being, as a caretaker. An internal search and investigation is pending until more information is acquired on the time before his disappearance. He was last seen in Providence. If you, or anyone you may be acquainted with has an idea of his whereabouts, or reason for this sudden evanescence, please do not hesitate to reach out and direct letters to Halstaig; we implore you.

The Halstaig Festival of Life Miss Nora James depiction of the Halstaig gardens; circa 1831 ─────────────────────── ∘°❉°∘ ─────────────────────── To the families of Rourke, Falcone-Orlov, Rosius, Asul'onn & Astrea; Death my come when we least expect it, causing tremendous amounts of pain and sorrow but we are there for eachother in the toughest times. We are inving you all to join us at the County of Halstaig for this joyous moment to reflect the lives of Anastasia O'Rourke and Revas Asul'onn. We shall not dwell in the recent events of their passings but reflect on who they were, the smiles they created on each of our faces and remembering all the good times we shared with them. Thus this will also be the first big announcement of Lady Iduna Anne O'Rourke legally gaining the title of Countess Halstaig. Food and drinks will be provided yet we ask that everyone dons vibrant colors rather then the dull blacks and grays you would during times of lament, even florals if you see it fit! The event will be hoasted outside in the gardens of Halstaig - giving everyone a change to meet the members of their extended family on all sides. IN NOMINE DEI, TRH, Iduna Anne O'Rourke Countess of Halstaig Lord Elias Leon O'Rourke née Asul'onn Count-Consort of Halstaig Her Ladyship, Amicia Eloise de Astrea of Elysium His Lordship, Christopher Erwin de Astrea née Asul’onn of Elysium

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Iduna Anne sat within her chambers as a copy of the letter found its way into her grasp. Letting out a shaky sigh as she'd already fell into her own state of lament at the many deaths and disapearances multiplying as the days went by. "The reaper seems to never rest.." The Adunian hissed with furrowed brows.

Iduna Anne hadn't a chance to get to know the man her cousin had decided to marry but she walked the halls of Halstaig with dispare, extenguishing every candle she came across. The tenants were quiet along with the rest of the house - an eerie silence falling over everyone within. Later that day the young woman called in her dearest friends and workers to help be fitted for a mourning dress so she'd be ready if the black garbs were requested to be donned.

Somewhere, a woman wandering the lands recived the news of her neice. She shared a shred of greif for the family she knew little about..

"Oh.. poor dear." A woman sighed, frowning as she'd been informed of her friends banishment.

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