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Clan Val’taelu
Those who learn from the waters
Table of contents
I. Origins
II. Physical traits & Clothing
III. Traditions & Customs
Origins
Clan Val'taelu, known to some as those who learn from the waters, stands out among the Mali’ker people for their green eyes and unique customs. For generations, the clan resided within the distant lands of Ramasar. Over many generations, they had established themselves there as renowned merchants, using convoys of stilt striders to transport their many goods across the realm. It was their founder, Dakath, who would establish Val’taelu as skilled barterers, ensuring that they always secured the best prices for their goods across the realm. Although they initially found themselves living within the northern deserts, they would soon move towards the town of Kruhso, situated on the border of the northwestern swamps of Ramasar.
Their affinity for water and the name they would be given came only generations after they had moved into the Dark Elven settlement. The samps nearby offered them not only a new means to transport their goods but a rare lifeline within the arid wastelands they had grown accustomed to. Trading stilt striders for rafts and small boats, the peculiar traders would soon be known not as nomadic desert dwellers, but as those who learned from the water.
As their trading empire grew, so did the competition with the other ‘ker' that found themselves at home in Kruhso. As time passed on, Clan Val’taelu was no longer seen as a well-respected group of merchants, but as a threat. It would not take long until they were forced to leave their homeland, seeking refuge and a new beginning within the lands of Aevos.
Physical Traits & Clothing
With their green eyes, gray skin, and platinum hair the Val’Taelu have a distinct look to them. It would be hard not to recognize them.
The Val’taelu are known for their colorful garb, often seen in tasteful shades of blues, greens, violets, reds, and even golds on occasion. As the corals and creatures of their beloved waters display vibrant hues, this clan of Mali‘ker seek to dress themselves in attire inspired by what is so dear to them.
Traditions & Customs
The Val’taelu cherish and take pride in their traditions, which have been passed down from their Ramasar ancestors. They stand as a resemblance of a testament to their deep-rooted connection and heritage.
Clan structure
Stemming from their generation-long tradition as merchants traveling throughout all of Ramasar, they soon adopted a leadership structure, ensuring their Clan would always see itself remain organized.
At the head of its structure, the Taluhn Yokeryma, more commonly known as Clan Elder sits. It is a hereditary position, passed down to the eldest child, having started with Dakath himself. The Taluhn Yokeryma is expected to uphold the values of their ancestors and guarantee the protection of the Clan. All matters political and diplomatic go through the Taluhn Yokeryma, as they are in charge of finding the Clan a safe haven to live in.
They are the leading figure within the Clan, aided by appointment councilors:
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Tyuth’vehm, referred to more commonly as the Golden Councillor, is the one in charge of all money related matters within the Clan. They hold onto the Val’taelu wealth, and are tasked to also carry through their merchant traditions.
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Tyuth’szyr’mo, referred to more commonly as the Ancestor’s Councillor, is the appointed relic holder within the Clan. Religious ceremonies held in honor of the ancestors, as well as weddings and the like are to be organized and practiced only by the Tyuth’szyr’mo.
- Tyuth’kasy, referred to more commonly as the Cultural Councillor, is the councilor tasked with carrying out various events and aminting traditions. Sayings, recipes and the like that have been documented throughout generations are all kept and maintained by the Tyuth’kasy.
Beside the positions set in stone, the Taluhn Yokeryma may appoint advisors as they please, if additional aid to the running of the Clan is deemed necessary.
Trade & crafts
The tradition of trade, although harder to sustain when moving from home to home and city to city, has never been lost within the family. Wherever they find themselves at home, the Val’taelu make it their mission to sell their wares to the natives. Ranging from ceremonial weapons and jewelry to custom-made clothing true to their own tradition and culture. Foods, and especially fish-based dishes are often sold in combination with these wares. Gastronomy stands central within the Val’taelu culture, as for many generations they have relied on seaborn fauna as a source of food.
The pursuit of a home
Perhaps one of the most notable traits of the Val’taelu is their affinity not only for water but for living on water. Kruhso offered them little room to do so, but ever since their arrival in Aevos, they’ve taken a liking to living within ships. Vessels large enough to house an entire Clan are not easy to find, so it is not uncommon for the Val’taelu, should the need arise to use the combined wealth of their people to buy ships to live in, as opposed to houses.
They are however also known for their adaptability. Should it be needed, the Val’taelu won’t shy away from living as city dwellers either. Wherever an opportunity arises, they’ll be willing to settle. Their affinity for watery areas however, still takes priority above all else.
Coming of age
At birth, a Val’Taelu ‘ker is given a wooden statue, representing the ‘Ker through the form of a seaborn animal. It is hand-picked by the current Clan Head and will have the initials of the newborn engraved into the base of the statue. The Shuryn’vae, roughly translated to the statue of birth, is of great importance to the ‘ker. Until the age of fifty, they carry the wooden figure with them everywhere they go, every moment of their day. Seeing it damaged, or even worse lost is considered to be a big shame within the Clan, and could see the ‘ker who did so shunned for long periods of time.
Upon the age of fifty, the Taluhn Yokeryma, together with the now adult Val’taelu make their way to a body of water, building a small fire near it. When completed, the Shuryn’vae is burnt, and its ashes are scattered into the waters. Afterwards, a golden figure, representing that which they had burnt is presented by the Clan Elder. Just as the Shuryn’vae, they are expected to carry this statue with them throughout life, and must protect it at all costs.
Matrimony
Should a member of the Clan have taken interest in a particular ‘Ker, and seek to pursue marriage with them, the potential spouse must first be brought before the Taluhn Yokeryma. They shall approve, or disapprove of their kin’s chosen partner. In the case of the former, the ceremony of matrimony shall be allowed to proceed. Both their origin, faith, and cultural beliefs are taken into consideration before a verdict is given. The potential spouse is expected to marry into the Clan and will have to take on the Val’taelu name.
Before the wedding itself, a few preparations are expected. The location for the ceremony, be it either on a ship or near a body of water is chosen by the Val’Taelu wishing to marry. The to-be spouse is expected to bring an offering with them, an item of great value to them and their kin alike, to give to the waters.
Once an offering is brought forth, the Tyuth’szyr’mo overlooks the ceremony itself. The ceremony consists of various prayers to honor the couple, and the ancestors of the betrothed alike. These vary from couple to couple, and are chosen by the Tyuth’szyr’mo. After each wedding of a Val’taelu, a grand feast is hosted where various delicacies and drinks from Ramasar are served.
Death
Upon death, a ceremony of remembrance is held. The Val’taelu care a great deal about remembering their kin through death and bringing praise to them even after they have left the physical world. A deceased Val’taelu is remembered just as fondly as any, more notable ancestor. Within each home, a shrine dedicated to their fallen kin is found. Here, they often bring offerings, large or small, to honor and remember those they lost.
Upon passing, the ‘Ker is laid within a solid sarcophagus, and transported to a nearby, albeit large body of water. Here the entire Clan will gather. The Tyuth’szyr’mo will begin the ceremony by retelling the tale of the deceased ‘Ker’s life, in both positive and negative light. After such, each member of the Clan is expected, but not forced to give praise to their fallen relative. It should be noted however that if anyone does not take the opportunity to do so, it is highly frowned upon within the Clan.
A prayer and a blessing are spoken out over the coffin by the Tyuth’szyr’mo, before being pushed into the body of water. It is the Clan’s belief that they should give back their mortal shells to the very waters that gave them life and prosperity in their homeland. Within this coffin, the Shuryn’vae they were given when they turned fifty is stored, to be carried with them as they sink below the waters.
Principles of Dakath
Within this Mali’ker Clan, The Principles of Dakath are the sacred pillars that guide Val’taelu life. These principles are deeply rooted in their traditions and values, being the essence of the clan’s existence. Every member of the clan, whether bound by blood or rite of passage, is beholden to these principles.
The Principle of Preservation
While there are other clearly defined principles– such as the Principle of purity or the Principle of Faith– the central notion that Val’taelu find themselves striving to abide by is the preservation of the clan. This is one of the highly regarded principles of the Clan, as without such preservation there is the threat of Clan dispersion and loss of integrity. Latter principles find themselves indirectly abiding by this one. The value of preservation also ties into ideas of unity and solidarity within the clan, meaning that every member is responsible for the actions of the whole clan. If one member is wronged, then it is seen as wrong against the entire clan. Conversely, should one member revolt against another value or member of the clan, it is seen again as a wrong against the entire clan.
The Principle of Purity
Those within the clan are expected to maintain the integrity of the bloodline and heritage. It is a belief that the purity of lineage is paramount and any dilution of the bloodline is vehemently opposed– such as through interbreeding with other races. Notably, to most Val’taelu, this notion includes intermingling with Mali’ame and Mali’thill. Such instances are seen as a diminishment to the crucial Mali‘ker pride of the clan, and thus a diminishment of a cornerstone of Clan Val’taelu identity. Furthermore, such unions dilute and weaken the connection to ancestors. Children who are the result of such unions are not cast out by the Clan, nor are they to be treated as lessers. The Clan believes that there is no point in punishing the child further, but, should they choose to live within the ranks of the Val’Taelu will prohibit them from procreating further.
The Principle of Faith
Clan Val’Taelu, while not allowing unrestricted worship of any deity, is still considered lenient when it comes to religious freedom. Their merchant tradition has long seen their kin pick up on various religious traditions, and learn from other faiths and cultures alike.
They however firmly reject the prospect that the ancestors of the Ashen Folk are the same as the ancestral spirits worshiped by some ‘ker, but mostly Orcs. Instead of accepting that the notable Dark Elves of the past have made their way into Stargush, they consider such notions, or anything even hinting at this belief to be heresy and a sin against not only their ancestors but the Ashen Folk themselves. So long as a Clan Member worships and values the Pantheon and any other Mali’ker ancestors who did not clash with the Principles, they are also free to worship other entities, beholden to some restrictions. Ancestors such as Dakath, Renelia, Velulaei, and Uradas are most commonly worshiped by the Clan.
Other than the strong, and often vocal opposition to traditional spiritualism, in equal amounts is the worship of demons or any entities linked to the dark arts strictly prohibited. Any Val’Taelu found to be worshiping any such entities is to be banished from the ranks of the Clan immediately.
Tied into the Principle of Faith is also the restriction on magic. The only schools that see direct opposition within the Clan are those considered to be dark arts, or deity magics directly contradicting the Clan’s teachings, such as shamanism.
Language
Most Mali’ker, like their fair-skinned peers, speak a mix between Common tongue, and basic Elven. Clan Val’taelu however seem to have adopted a mix of both these two, and Vel’luah, the ancient tongue of the Ashen Folk. Although not spoken fluently nor constantly, it could be noted that this group of ‘ker adopt many words still from this long-lost language into their day-to-day vocabulary.
References to family members, such as brothers, sisters, cousins and the like are often still said in Vel’luah, as are greetings towards friends and strangers alike. In writing these sayings and words seem to become a lot more common, as well as in ceremonies and various other customs.
SpoilerHi all!
Decided to give the Dark Elves another shot, here's the summary/rundown of the Clan I've been working on with a few people for some time now!
A very special thanks to @X3N0 @craneia @Gutz @earthtogab @Cheese for having already joined the fold and for helping work on this post!Another special thanks to @Laeonathan for helping me on a final spelling check.
Credits also to be given to:
- https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/230251-the-ancestral-pantheon-of-the-maehr
- https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GVf7dINjklUJm6eTmvhpCCpu4h_RDB5LR0US_NlWeQM/edit
- https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/209286-✓-world-lore-ramasar/
Still looking to have some people join up, so if anyone is interested in taking up a Dark Elf character, don't hesitate to contact me in game (Statherian) or on Discord (qraw_).
Current coat of arms is ripped from WoW, permanent one still being made!
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Tyuth’vehm, referred to more commonly as the Golden Councillor, is the one in charge of all money related matters within the Clan. They hold onto the Val’taelu wealth, and are tasked to also carry through their merchant traditions.
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I've only had a few rp interactions with Leyrin so far. From them however I can tell she's a great, and dedicated roleplayer who definitely would be solid addition to the team!
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The news quickly spread across various Mali'ker communities, including the Val'taelu. Surrounded by his siblings and cousins he overlooked a shipyard, smiling brightly at the progress the Amador builders had been making. The fall of Nor-Velyth was not something they had anticipated, but not something Aithlin assumed to be detriment to his people. "The Ashen State had already failed long ago. Their empty streets, their lack of identity. There was ne hope left for Nor-Velyth to begin with....but perhaps it's time to seek out the former Primarch, lliran" - "Should she still be alive." Their vessel would soon be complete, and their plans would soon come in motion. Aithlin turned his back on the shipyard and waved his kin along, they would soon have their new home.
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The Ashen Solace
…Their hope was short-lived. For days, weeks even, Aithlin and his companions had wandered the streets of what they had hoped to be their new sanctuary. A place to rebuild their lives, their trade, and the safety of their futures. However, it had soon dawned upon them that whatever Nor-Velyth had once offered the Ashen Folk was no longer there. Aithlinhad met few others, most of whom shared his sentiment on the distinct lack of….anyone. Was anyone even leading the city anymore? Towering spires, onyx-clad housing, exotic fauna….all slowly rotting away.
Frustration amongst the Nor-Velyth leadership towards the state, something Aithlin had witnessed first hand.
It was time to move on. Whatever Nor-Velyth might have offered them was ultimately an illusion. Aithlin gathered his fellow Val’taelu, taking one last glance at the supposed bastion of hope for ‘ker across the land.
In the distance lay a shipyard. Standing on top of a hill, overlooking the wharf, the green eye’d ‘ker found themselves, waiting patiently for their vessel to be built. Soon enough, Clan Val’taelu would make their presence known once again. Their goals were clear, they would once again ascend to their former eminence.
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why do we share a birthday please give mine back
Spoiler(happy birthday)
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From Kruhso They Came
The swamplands bordering the Mali’ker settlement of Krusho, Ramasar
The sun had just set upon the swamps of Northern Ramasar. Aithlin stood there in silence, facing away from the waters they had lived by for as long as he could recall. Mirasul, Myriil, Kira and Amaria all stood beside him. In front of the remaining Val’taelu, a band of blood-thirsty, red-eyed ‘Ker had surrounded them. They knew that this was the end of their lives as they had known them. Krusho would no longer be theirs to call home. “We’ll leave Ramasar…just allow us to,” Aithlin begged, stepping forward towards the growing crowd. The others stared at him in disbelief– they could not just leave their homeland, could they? Where would they go? Wherever they had to go to save their lives and their legacy, it would seem.
The group’s leader stepped forward, offering Aithlin but a single nod before motioning the Vel’Taelu to move. Aithlin would carry this shame with him for as long as he would live, driven out of their homelands. Had he failed as a leader, or had he brought his family new opportunities– ones they could have never even dreamt of? Regardless of whatever the future would bring, their perils were far from over.
Nervously they embarked on the ship docked before them. Would they be sent elsewhere safely, or was this a death trap built just for them? Whatever awaited them, it would be a better fate than anything Krusho still had to offer. They stepped onto the crooked vessel, bringing with them what little they managed to salvage from home before the mob chased them out. Would it be enough to survive the journey? Where would they even set sail to?
What they were not aware of yet was that Aevos awaited. And with it, new hope for Clan Val’Taelu was on the horizon.
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Arrival
The sun had just set upon the shores of Nor-Velyth. In the distance, any ‘Ker patrolling the city walls would have seen a small band of armored ‘ker making their way along the coast.
“Keep following the coastline lliran, we’ll get there eventually.” In the distance, onyx spires had caught their attention. The group quickly reached the city walls, the coastline they had been following for days abruptly blocked off one of the city’s many towers. The only way now was up, away from the water and towards what they had hoped to be a place to rest. Aithlin and his companions began to make their way up the hill. Awe-inspiring fauna greeting them as they stepped closer towards the supposed home of the Mali’ker. Once inside however, the group was mostly ....unimpressed by what they were shown. The impressive architecture and scale of the city could not hide the fact that the green eye’d fellowship found themselves to be the only ones within the gloomy square. Even if empty, at least they found a place to rest. There was no use in sleeping out in the open, however. The band of Dark Elves spread out in the hopes of finding a sign of life. A steward perhaps, able to give them a place to stay the night.
Aithlin however, had other priorities. He set out towards the coastline once again, hoping to see the docks they spotted from afar, up close. As he made his way through the various pathways and down to the docks, the ‘Ker’s emerald gaze became fixated on but a single object. Aithlin quickly ran back up to find the others, bringing them all down to the docks with him.
“Lliran, who needs a house when you can have a boat?!”
SpoilerHello! Small RP post to get my char going a bit. Currently looking for people who want to play a Dark Elf with me and some others! If you're interested in some sailor/water inspired Dark Elf stuff, hit me up!
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A BULL IN BRASCA
The anticipation was palpable, and the men gathered in front of the siege camp’s outer gate knew what was at stake. They knew all too well what they were about to run into. A hail of arrows, scorched earth, and the thunderous roar of canonfire was all around them. The young Gabriel was only an initiate within the Brotherhood, yet here he found himself– surrounded by Yacht Team 6. The Baron-Consort of Karovia knew whatever danger he would face, he’d face alongside some of the Covenant’s most skilled fighters. He could only think of what was to come, the blood he was about to draw, the dangers he was about to face. Gabe was never the bravest, but knew he had to push on for his Kingdom.
This was not his first battle, but it sure would be his hardest. He killed Orcish raiders at the gates of Valdev. He held fast as endless trebuchet fire rained down onto Breakwater keep. Yet here he stood, ready to enter the lion’s den. Before them laid a wasteland, and behind them their allies held fast. All that was left was to wait for an opening.
The gate opened up, and the group quickly charged forward into enemy lines. Soon followed the Covenant’s main force, overwhelming enemy fortifications at their frontline. Their barricades and palisade walls soon covered in Veletzian blood. There Gabe and his allies found themselves now– facing a no-man’s land. A final push was soon to happen, until he and his comrades were commanded to the flanks– leaving the main force behind.
Circling around the keep, the group had found an opening: a passage into a tower the Veletzian forces had been emerging from. Their hit and run tactics would soon come to an end, as one of their men foolishly left the gate open. Gabriel, along with his fierce allies, charged into the tower entrance– striking down any and all Adrians they could find.
And their strike had been a success.
Yacht Team 6 found themselves in control of the perimeter around the fort, chasing down stray Adrians and skirmishing at various entrance points around the keep. One by one the enemy’s most elite soldiers fell, thinning their numbers and taking down their leaders. The enemy’s morale and co-ordination was soon to fall. Realizing their mission had been a success, Yacht Team 6 rejoined the main fighting force, preparing to storm the main hall of Brasca. Together with the rest of the Covenant’s forces, Gabriel charged into what remained of the checkered floored hall. He knew victory was close. A final charge into the backroom of the Adrian fort, made possible only by the brave actions of Vasili Vanrov, opened the gate for his allies. This would be the nail in the coffin of the enemy’s futile resistance.
“Tiz Dzuty, Triek Caezk”
“With duty, comes honor”
It soon dawned upon the young Baron what had just occurred. From a nobody, from a mere initiate in the Brotherhood to a warrior fighting along the strongest of the realm. He brought his looted gear back to the Valdev palace, preparing himself for the battles to come.
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@HogoBojo hi can I send in my (questionable) resume
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"Ah da, ve Heartlander accord....that alliance with all its member signing individual pacts to undermine their original pact." Remarked Gabriel Amador, tidying up his BSK uniform!
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Bickando.
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Gabriel Amador took note of his family's invitation, waving it out in front of his mother and siblings alike! "We are all going, right?"
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ALL THAT COULD HAVE BEEN
Within the Kortrevich manor, an aged bull found himself alone in his room. The dimly lit space was cluttered with empty bottles and torn pages. It was late at night as Aleksandr was seated at his desk, penning various letters. He had been sitting there for hours now, wide awake, tormented by his thoughts. Aleksandr had never been easy to handle, let alone reasonable. The death of his wife, however, snapped something within the man. He could no longer love, no longer smile, no longer feel joy. He remembered the nights he spent with Nataliya atop the Jerovitz towers, enjoying the sunsets. Those moments of serenity were something he had long been craving for. One by one he saw those dearest to him fall, either through his own doing or events beyond his control.
What little he had left he felt slipping from his grasp. His own children he no longer saw as his own, the family he had once helped lead estranged completely. Perhaps Aleksandr was never destined to succeed, perhaps he failed so that others may learn from his mistakes. He knew all too well he had burned the bridges he still had left. The Kortrevich flock he cared for so dearly saw him as nothing more than a crazed man filled with nothing but rage and contempt. What legacy would he leave behind? Would anyone remember him for the good he had achieved? For the times he spent with his family, for his reign as Baron of Mondstadt? He doubted such, as if it mattered little in the end. He knew that he had pushed everyone around him away for good, his relations damaged beyond repair.
He eyed the papers before him, contemplating what to do with the unfinished writings. Was it even worth it at this point? In the middle of the night Aleksandr, carrying with him the letters. As he turned to shut the door of the Kortrevich manor one last time he paused, memories flooding to him. Ileana, Yankova, Anastasia, Fabian, Sergei, Irena, Elena, Leonid, Larissa, Dimitri. He could hear them all, for a moment wondering if it was too late to fix things. In the distance he spotted the blue columns of the Amador storefront. Nataliya, Liridona, Magnus, Albus, Henrik, Poppiya, Karl, Magnus, Matyas, Theodosya. He once abandoned the Kortrevich name for House Amador, in the end unsure if it was ever worth it. He would set out to leave Valdev behind one final time, knowing that wherever he was going, he would soon again meet those he had been missing so dearly.
A single letter, found within the Kortrevich manor was all that would remain of him.
To whoever may find this, an apology is all I can give. I failed you all as an uncle, a cousin, a nephew. Hurt has been all I brought upon this family in the end, and I can no longer live with the guilt that has been eating away at me. Wherever I may go, never will I forget House Kortrevich. You have always been, and always will be my one true family. The future is bright for all of you, but it is a future you will have to face without me. I don’t wish for anyone to mourn me, for I am not worth grieving over. Take good care of yourselves and of Irena especially.
“Tiz Dzuty, Triek Caezk”
-Aleksandr Kortrevich
SpoilerHello guys, Aleksandr was my first character in my return to Haense and he was an absolute blast. I felt like things with his were a bit stuck in the end, and I didn't feel as much motivation to play him anymore. He had a nice wrap up to this arc in the end (depends what you call nice), so it felt like the time was right to end it for him. Short little PK post to finally wrap things up for him!
I would like to give a very special thanks to @MissToni for allowing me the chance to rejoin the House I had once lead myself, and to all the others in both House Amador and House Kortrevich who have given me a chance to help both communities, and have made me feel more than welcome again on my return to a nation I care about a great deal. You guys have made this a very enjoyable experience for me, and you all deserve my thanks for that. I've met a lot of great people through playing Aleksandr, and am definitely looking forward to my future characters in Haense!
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the hand huh
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It had been quite some time since the now aged Kortrevich had felt something like this, he thought he had grown accustomed to the feeling. Ileana and didn't always see eye to eye, and he had treated her poorly in the past, making unreasonable demands and throwing tantrums where it was simply not needed. For the first time in many years, decades even Aleksandr Kortrevich felt something he thought he never would again, grief.
He retreated to the Kortrevich manor, where had isolated himself after the death of his wife just the same. Would he let this grief consume and change him like it had before, or would he change himself for the better?
From high up in the Seven Skies, the founder of Jerovitz, Count Jan Otto 'The Envoy' Kortrevich smiled as he welcomed his great-granddaughter with open arms. "You did well, Ileana, you're getting the rest you deserve now."
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Bless you Lizzy
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"Always knew the idiot would mess up eventually, Godan save his pitiful soul." Muttered Aleksandr Kortrevich in passing, brushing off the disownment of his former cousin in-law
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TO CALL THE LOST BULLS
House Kortrevich has found itself at the dawn of a new resurgence, its members once more becoming a present sight within the streets of Valdev. It is therefore that we seek out the bulls that have long been separated from their kin in Haense.
To all who claim the Kortrevich name,
We ask that you make yourselves known to your kin once again, so that we may find our lost brothers and sisters and re-unite once more. Write the Countess a signed letter with your name, date of birth and those of your parents so that we may verify you to be a true Koravian. Any previously documented Kortrevich presumed to be alive, that fail to identify themselves within 3 years, shall be presumed dead and, if found to be alive, disowned from the House and given the name of Kort. Those who wish to rejoin House Kortrevich but failed to make themselves known to us in time, are to present themselves in front of the Countess in person.
The names of those who provide writ and who’s lineage can be proven shall be recorded in the family lines of the House, and those who can prove descent from the lines of Jan Otto, Count of Jerovitz, shall have their names sealed in the annals of the Books of Blood as true Koravians of the Comital Line.
SIGNÉE PAR,
THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, Ileana Stefaniya Kortrevich,
Countess of Jerovitz, Viscountess of Krusev and Baroness of Koravia
HIS EXCELLENCY, Fabian Otto d’Arkent-Kortrevich, Archivist to the House
HIS LORDSHIP, Aleksandr Audemar Kortrevich
“Tiz Dzuty, Triek Caezk”
“With duty, comes honor”
SpoilerThe term in the post is 3 rp years, so until the 30th of August!
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LETTERS FROM THE GRIEVING
Within the Valdev tavern, a man struck with grief and anger found himself ready to pen a missive. The pages soaked in his tears, a shaky hand making various attempts to put down the man’s scrambled thoughts. Albus had only just left the room, but he already knew his final attempt to make things right had failed.
To Albus Amador
You were once a man I respected, a scholar of renown who helped shape House Amador to where it is today, but you have become a shadow of your former self. You have become nothing but a madman hungry for power over a family that is not rightfully yours to lead. You claim wardship over children that are not yours, and you claim to lead a family based on a will that isn’t there. You claim my mental state is what is keeping you from handing me the regency, but is a man not allowed to take time to grief the death of his wife? Not according to you, it seems. Based on what merit do you claim to be the rightful leader of the family? Only recently have you actually become present within the Koengzem. You took the regency from not only myself but also from Liridona. You took it from the mainline of House Amador, from Nataliya’s siblings and her husband. The House does not support you, nor do you have the right to ever claim wardship over my children. You are a pitiful excuse of a man, who when cornered in a tavern began channeling heretical magics because you were too scared to even face me.
To me you will forever be known as a false regent, and the reason I am formally giving up my name as an Amador. We will see who has the support of the family, a false regent, or the man who helped shape the House into what it is today. Let me ask you one thing Albus, have you ever spoken to the rest of the House on who they want to lead them these coming years?
I doubt you have.
To the rest of House Amador
I know that you all understand who in the end, was the rightful regent of this family, and who was supposed to lead it through these times of uncertainty and fear. I know that, even when no longer an Amador in name I can always count on you all, you have taken me in before and I have no doubt you will not let go of me now either. For all of you shall always hold a special place in my heart, no matter what name I may go by. Nataliya is no longer with us, but that doesn’t mean you should allow her legacy to be forgotten. I will forever consider you family, and will always treat you as such. I ask only that you think of this ordeal yourselves, and think who you want to lead the family. Remember that the actions of your current regent drove me away, because his own hunger for power got the best of him.
To my children
Papej is never leaving any of you, I want you to know that. I will raise you like I always have, and will care for you just the same. A change in name does not mean I’ll be a different father, for I will never abandon any of you. Albus is not the one to take care of you all, I am. Your mother may be gone, but I’ll always be by your side. Nobody can ever take that away from us.
It took the former Baron-Consort some time to gather his thoughts again, although he knew he was not finished yet. There was a letter he still had to write. The first pages he laid to the side, before starting on a final note.
To Ileana
I know that I have not treated you and others in the family well. It was my own fault, something I have admitted to you before but can only apologize for again. I once swore to myself to never call myself a Kortrevich ever again…but you are my kin by blood, a bond that can never be shattered. I ask you for forgiveness Ileana, for the times we didn’t see eye to eye, for the times I treated you and others poorly. For the times that I brought shame upon the House, for the times that I wasn’t there. If you allow me to, and only if I will once again be known as Aleksandr Audemar Kortrevich, and will live out the rest of my days only in service of the House. I hope your forgiveness is something you will grant me…so that I may come home again at last.
Signed,
Aleksandr Audemar
SpoilerThe letter to Ileana is only received by @MissToni, all other writings are publicly available. I would also like to make a reminder that this is all in roleplay and in good faith,
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NOD PEPEL, ASERE PODNIMAT’SYA
From Ashes, We Rise
A CONDEMNATION OF THE LATE ALLESSANDRA AMADOR & HER HERESIES.
Issued on Gronna ag Droba 486 E.S.
ON ALLESSANDRA DE VEND
The events of recent days have been a traumatic shock to the kin of the House of Amador. We avow, Unequivocally and Sincerely, that we had no prior knowledge of the Vampyric nature of the late Allessandra Amador née de Vend, Wife of Ser Sterling Amador.
Known previously as Allessandra de Vend, she married into the House of Amador and has no direct blood ties to any other Kin of the Household. We hope this knowledge soothes the People of Haense.
We, the House of Amador, hold fast to our faith in the Dual Kongzem of Hanseti-Ruska, the Church of the Canon, and the Inquisition, and offer ourselves freely to their Investigations, including acquiescing that all kin of the House of Amador to be tested, as to confirm we are all pure of blood and intent.
Upon reading the Inquisitorial Report on the matter, we accept the evidence presented, though it deeply shocked and dismayed us to learn of the Vampire's Deceptions. We are pleased and honored that the Inquisition accepted the loss of the newborn baby as regrettable, but due to the Vampyre attempting to escape her fate, wherein a Knight acted as he saw best; and we in kind recognize the necessity of the loss for the greater welfare.
The House of Amador has steadfastly supported the Dual Kongzem, with our kin dedicated to their posts within the community: Doctors, Soldiers, Merchants and government personnel. We are a Pious House and it wounds us deeply to learn of the deceptions which have befallen us.
ON LADY NICOLETTE AMADOR
It is with great disappointment that we stumbled upon the missive published by Lady Nicolette Arika Amador. House Amador does not stand behind her writings, and also condemns all that was said in her publication regarding the Inquisition.
We fully understand the shock and grief sent through our faithful family, but will not stand by and watch while one of our own slanders the Church and the Inquisition over a tragic necessity which no one in House Amador is fully informed on. We apologize for the concern, or insult to any institutions it has caused.
ON OUR FAITHFUL HEARTS: TO THE KOENGZEM
House Amador has always, and will always, remained loyal to the Koengzem first. We understand the strain this may have put on our relations with not only the Koeng and his kin, but also the other peers of the realm; a regrettable circumstance. We pray the actions of the Darkspawn will not cast their stain any further upon us, and hope this missive serves as a reminder of our unwavering loyalty to Haense and its people. No one among our ranks were aware that a Darkspawn lived amongst us, or we would have surely turned it over to the Inquisition ourselves, and we will do whatever we can within our power to mend relations harmed by the proceedings which have regrettably unfolded.
IV JOVEO MAAN,
IV JOVEO EHR, 486.
Her Ladyship, Nataliya Amador, The Phoenix of Amador, Baroness of Mondstadt and Kastellan of Immigration of Haeseni-Ruska
His Lordship, Aleksandr Audemar Amador, Baron-Consort of Mondstadt
Professor, Albus Amador, Chronologist of the House of Amador
His Lordship, Ser Sterling Percy Amador, Marian Knight, Court Astrologer
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Aleksandr Audemar Amador, Baron-Consort of Mondstadt was minding his own business, having just returned from a night in the Haeseni tavern. After having slept through a drunken slumber he, oblivious to any events of the night before found himself staring at the missive posted by his cousin in-law.
A response was quickly penned, directly sent to Nicolette.
"To Lady Nicolette Arika Amador,
There was no doubt unmatched brutality that took place, if what you wrote here is true. The claims of Allessandra having been a darkspawn I'm not in the least bit familiar with, but are a matter I entrust upon the Church and the Inquisition to investigate, and not blindly accuse one of. Your missive speaks not for House Amador not through the family. While your intentions are well meant, you are in no position to write such missives when not a single member of this House knows in full detail what happened. I will speak to the Inquisition, the Church and whoever else in the Koengzem that wishes to discuss the matter myself.
Signed,
Aleksandr Audemar Amador, Baron-Consort of Mondstadt."
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Aleksandr Audemar Amador, once a proud Kortrevich had found himself yet again, seated alone within his family's manor. It took him some time to truly take in what had been said. He never liked Ileana, nor did he care for the Kortrevich name anymore. Something about all of this did sit wrong with the Baron, however. He had never heard about a Klara within the family, who was she and why did she appear now, out of all times? It took him some moments to realise that in the end, none of it really mattered. It was no longer his family that was the victim of this rogue, perhaps even bastard child of some distant relative.
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"You guys sure love disowning people huh" Spoke the Baron of Mondstadt, with some degree of amusement. He took a sip of his bottle of Carrion Black, remembering how he too, was disowned. "Ea don't even know a Klara!"
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