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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."

Bless you Lizzy

"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

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”

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

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

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. @Apotolofo "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."

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.

"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!"

Aleksandr Amador, the now Baron-Consort of House Amador was unable to contain his excitement, sitting beside his wife and their firstborn son. "The future of House Amador....quite looks like me!"

Aleksandr Audemar, member of the office of Immigration and soon-to-be Baron of Mondstadt gave a thumbs up in approval to his betrothed!

THE UNION OF MONDSTADT NOD PEPEL, ASERE PODNIMAT’SYA From Ashes, We Rise The journey through the Mori ruins had left a lasting mark on the Haeseni citizenry, the Bossiras of Mondstadt and her betrothed were no different. Savoy became nothing more than a charred ruin. Together they manned one of the many cannons facing down the Mori onslaught, but not before a promise was made before the last stand of the Descendants. Should they make it out alive, they would live the rest of their days not as betrothed, but as the Bossiras and Bossir of House Amador. As they made it out alive, and found themselves within a new home, they knew that the time was right. House Amador had only just begun on its incredible return to reform, regaining their nobility with a bright future ahead. Thus, it was time for Nataliya Amador and Aleksandr Audemar to fulfill their promise. A promise towards each other, and towards their family. All citizens of the Kongzem, as well as any and all friends of House Amador are hereby invited to the wedding of Bossiras Nataliya Amador, and her betrothed Aleksandr Audemar. All attendees are invited to attend the Lifstala masquerade after the ceremony to celebrate this union during the Haeseni Social Season. Individual invitations are sent out to the Haeseni peerage and close friends of the couple: - His Royal Majesty, King Georg I of Haense and his royal pedigree - Her Grace, Roslin Baruch, Duchess of Valwyck and her noble pedigree - His Grace, Aleksandr var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree - His Grace, Wilheim Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree - The Right Honourable, Stanimar Ludovar, Count of Otistadt and his noble pedigree -The Right Honourable, Ileana Kortrevich, Countess of Jerovitz and her noble pedigree - The Honourable, Carolus Colborn, Viscount of Venzia and his noble pedigree - The Honourable, Audo Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain and his noble pedigree - His Highness, Francisco de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia and his noble pedigree - Her Ladyship, Alyona Godunov, Baroness of Verskaya and her noble pedigree - Their Lordships, Arthur and Elia Stafyr, Baron and Baroness of Thurant and their noble pedigree - His Excellency, Fabian Kortrevich Her Ladyship, Nataliya Amador, The Phoenix of Amador, Baroness of Mondstadt and Kastellan of Immigration of Haeseni-Ruska His Lordship, Aleksandr Audemar

Aleksandr Audemar smiles brightly as the missive was published, proud of the hard work of all involved!

A BULL’S LAMENT Aleksandr Kortrevich, or so he once called himself, found himself seated within one of the many, empty buildings situated within the Underdark. He had taken some time to explore the exotic depths of whichever desolate place he found himself in. He worried for the safety of his family;the safety of his betrothed and his own. He knew that he had failed to defend the Kongzem; he knew he wasn’t there to fight for those he held so dear. Aleksandr was no coward, but he was also one to avoid conflict whenever he could. When conflict breaks down the walls of the city you grew up in, however, there is no more running away. The siege of Savoy, the escape into the tunnels, Virgil’s death, Mariya’s betrayal. While it may not have been clear to those around him something had snapped within the future Baron of Mondstadt. He found himself contemplating what had just occurred. Was he unreasonable, did he truly think his cousin was bringing shame upon his family? Whatever he may have thought of it now, it mattered little. Aleksandr knew Ileana wanted to speak to him, but what she had done was beyond forgiveness now. No longer a Kortrevich, he was given the shame of a bastard name….and for what? Because he stood up against a foul, murderous man he once called coz? Whatever Ileana or Sergei wanted to say to him, the damage had been done. He would never forgive the Countess for what she had done, to a Kortrevich who had given the family his all. Aleksandr could no longer stand by idly, he could no longer bring himself to run away from whatever conflict was brought towards him. No longer would he choose the path of cowardice, of excuses. If he were to become a Baron, something would have to change. He took a look at his mace, a gift from Sterling. Aleksandr had never used a weapon until recently, he had never wanted to use one. Conflict worried him, the mere idea of being forced to harm another individual frightened him…at least, it used to. When he came face to face with Virgil, something truly snapped within him. He rose up, setting out to explore the vast Underdark as he had done many times before. The cool, although desolate environment offered him some peace of mind. Back in Jerovitz, Aleksandr would often find himself wandering around the vast fields surrounding the County. Nature always calmed him down, and the caverns surrounding him were no different. He sat himself down upon a nearby rock, looking down at the armor Nataliya had gifted him. He never expected himself to be donning blue, but he would never find himself wearing red again either. Perhaps Yankova was right after all. Perhaps Aleksandr was too invested in his family; perhaps he was too blind to see the injustices all around him. The Kortrevich name was no longer his, but soon Amador would be. That thought wasthe only thing still comforting a man who had pushed nearly all those dear to him away. He could no longer bring himself to speak to Ileana, nor would he ever call himself a Kortrevich ever again. Everything he had ever done he did with the best intent for his family, he had dedicated his whole life to caring and worrying about them. One by one, they vanished. One by one, Aleksandr lost those closest to his heart. He knew he had brought hurt upon Sergei, the things he said in a fit of rage intended not to hurt his cousin, but to protect his family in the wake of disaster. He knew he found himself at a crossroads, where a new life awaited him. Was he truly ready to be Baron, or would he find himself running back to old habits? Whatever changes he would have to make, he knew one thing. He knew where his new family was, and who truly cared for his well-being. Only time would tell what path Aleksandr would walk in the end. Within the desolate depths of the Underdark only one thing became certain, he would never consider himself a Kortrevich ever again. NOD PEPEL, ASERE PODNIMAT’SYA From Ashes, We Rise

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A NIGHT OF CELEBRATIONS: KORTREFEST The idyllic County of Jerovitz had recently seen the Debutante of our proud Countess hosted within its impressive keep: the ascension of Ileana Stefaniya, and a new generation of Kortreviches making themselves known within the Kongzem call for celebrations! Though the House would have delighted to host its Friends and Kin in our County Lands, matters of security mean we shall host in the Karosgrad gardens, as something of a precursor to the coming Ve Wyrsavest. Joust A joust will begin the festivities. Competitors are asked to speak to Lord Aleksandr Kortrevich prior to the start of events for registration. THIRD PLACE A hand-carved drinking flagon and fifty mina. SECOND PLACE A silver chalice, fine leather saddle, and a hundred mina. FIRST PLACE A golden goblet, the finest horse of Jerovitz’s stables, and one-hundred fifty mina. Tavern Night OPEN BAR & PASTRIES Goods and refreshments shall be imported from Jerovitz, with all drinks on the House. Pastries including macarons and papansi, will complement a proper, hearty dinner of stroganoff and braised cabbage. Performances courtesy of the Kortrevich family’s bardic-inclined kin will accompany games of Darts, Dice, and Cards. An artist’s depiction of the County of Jerovitz Individual invitations are sent out to the Haeseni King and peerage: His Royal Majesty, Georg I Barbanov, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his royal pedigree Her Grace, Roslin Baruch, Duchess of Valwyck and her noble pedigree His Grace, Wilheim Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree His Grace, Aleksandr var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Henrik Ludovar, Count of Otistadt and his noble pedigree The Honourable, Carolus Colborn, Viscount of Venzia and his noble pedigree The Honourable, Audo Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain and his noble pedigree His Highness, Francisco de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Alyona Godunov, Baroness of Verskaya and her noble pedigree Additional invitations are distributed to various friends and allies of House Kortrevich: Her Highness, Briar Pendraic of Barrowton Her Highness, Rosalind Katya of Norland The Rex, Ar-Borok’Akaal of Krugmar and his Horde His Lordship, John d’Arkent, Heir to Salia, and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Laetitia Henrietta, Mistress of the Robes, and Lady Blanca d’Azor Firress Nataliya Amador and House Amador Headmistress Inny Yuln’aher and the Vailu Valmiran Signed, His Lordship, Fabian Otto Kortrevich His Lordship, Aleksandr Kortrevich

When the news reached Aleksandr Kortrevich, something broke within the man. Last he saw his cousin, they didn't leave on good terms. Even if he was not one to anger quickly, Mariya had broken something within him that fateful day. Now however, Aleksandr felt only regret. Regret for the time had not spent with her, for the time he could have taken to make up with her. Within his room in Jerovitz, he stared at the writ, muttering to himself . "Vy are nie Kortrevich, vy are nie Barbanov, vy are filth."

Aleksandr Kortrevich, as he was about to leave for Jerovitz stumbled upon the missive. Usually he wouldn't pay much attention to such events, until the Kortrevich spotted his name at the bottom. "Oh mea, ea've never been invited to anything!" He exclaimed, probably loud enough for someone to overhear. Excitedly het left for his homestead, eager to show his sister the invitation!