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  1. Primrose Kortrevich-Vyronov sits in the room she had shared with her husband for a brief time, crying softly. A single candle burns from across the room as both her sons sit on the rug. The children are quiet, sensing their mother’s unhappiness; watching her with wide, innocent eyes. She looks to them with her own eyes tear-filled. “I’ll raise you both as strong as your Papa was, I swear it.” she promises, scooting off the bed to kneel beside them. “You’re his legacy.”
  2. Primrose Kortrevich-Vyronov smiles brightly as she reads the invite, recalling the kindness Wilheim had shown her as she entered adulthood. “May God shine his light upon you and your bride to be!” she exclaims, already beginning to ponder what gifts she would bring.
  3. “I can finally walk around my city without risk of being killed,” Primrose Kortrevich muses. “I suppose this is a good thing.”
  4. Primrose Kortrevich and Ser Ulric Vyronov sit side by side at the small table within the Kortrevich manor’s sitting room, looking over wedding plans. The ring upon the young woman’s finger glitters as she shifts a sheet of parchment out of the way. “Hmm…” she murmurs, taking a last glance at the files before them. “I s’pose we ought to send out invitations, we ain’t have much time left.” she glances up to Ulric. He smiles back at her before reaching across the table for a stack of blank parchment. “Yes,” he agrees, drawing the paper towards them. Primrose picks up her quill, dipping it in an inkwell. “Shall we invite everyone, then?” she inquires with another look at Ulric. “I don’t see why not.” he replies. She nods, hesitantly bringing pen to parchment. In large, lovely scripted lettering she writes, ‘The Union of Houses Vyronov and Kortrevich’. After observing her writing for a moment, she gives a brief, satisfied nod before continuing. “We hereby invite you…” she mutters as she writes. The letter reads as follows. To all Haeseni men and women it may interest, we hereby invite you to the Wedding of Ser Ulric Vyronov and Primrose Kortrevich. We wish to request your attendance to support the union of this young man and lady. As well as to relish the night of excitement and celebration with us. The ceremony will be held within Reza’s lovely chapel, The Basilica of Saint Rudolph in The First Seed of 1720. We hope to see you there! Signed, Primrose Salina Kortrevich Ser Ulric Vyronov Primrose finishes writing and holds the first sheet of parchment away from her face, scrutinizing it. She glances to the awaiting stack of unwritten papers with a sigh. “This is going to take a while.” she complains as she signs her name, sliding it over for Ulric to do the same. Ulric then rolls the page up, tying it with a red ribbon. “Yes,” he nods in agreement, “but it’ll be worth it.” He kisses the top of her head as he stands, walking towards the corner of the room where an iron cage sits. He opens the door, tying the rolled note to the leg of the small speckled dove within. Ulric then opens the window, sending the first invitation fluttering out into the sunlit streets of Reza. OOC Info: 7pm EST on Friday the 14th of June Reza, Haense in The Basilica of Saint Rudolph
  5. ((A lovely post, Ko ❤️))
  6. Primrose Kortrevich climbs the stairs to her room after having heard the news, a sad expression painting her visage. “The King I grew up under... may he rest in peace.” she murmurs, bringing her locket to her lips in a worrying manner. “His son will do great things.”
  7. Primrose sits upon the flower box outside her window, reading. She smiles as she reads the recount of the event, nodding at each part with pride. “He will do great things for Haense.” she murmurs to herself.
  8. Primrose Kortrevich reluctantly signs, with her mother looming over her shoulder threateningly. Sighing heavily, she slides the signed document away from her. “There.”
  9. Primrose’s eyes widen as she reads her uncle’s harsh words “I mean... he’s right I guess. The strongest of us will stay. Ave Kortrevich, Ave Haense.” She mutters determinedly.
  10. Primrose stands by her mother as Duncan expresses the family’s thoughts. “The Kortreviches are loyal to Haense!” she exclaims upon reading the letter.
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    The Mages Guild

    OOC ((MC Name: Miko0422)) ((Discord: Miko0322#7384)) ((Timezone: EST)) RP What is your name? Adari Uradia Why seek membership within the Mages Guild? I hope to learn and master water evocation and possibly other magics as well. The guild seems like a perfect place to learn and find interest in all sorts of magic. What is the extent of your experience with magic? I have none, which is why I wish to learn from the guild. What arts if any do you currently study and who was your teacher? N/A What position do you desire to claim upon joining the guild? Acolyte What position do you desire to advance to within the guild? I hope to possibly become an instructor if I master a form of magic. When is the best time to contact you for an interview? Weekends after 2PM EST or weekdays after 5PM EST.
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    Naryn was born in Caras Eldar. She was raised in a small, ratty house in a poor area of the city. She was the youngest of her family, having an older sister and both parents. Naryn’s mother was a weaver, named Elyra. Her father, Rodian, a hunter. Their small family was not a part of a pod, so they were left to fend for themselves. Naryn was always more of her mother’s child, helping her mum with the weaving while her older sister and father ventured into the forests. Naryn and her mother relied on their catch to keep the family fed, as their work didn’t bring in much money. However, the income did provide just enough to pay the taxes, and other small family necessities. Thus, about once a fortnight, Naryn would carry her mother’s work to the merchants in town, and barter for as much coin as she could. However, on one particularly nice night, things went awry. Elyra had sent Naryn out to sell the weaving per usual, but she had done it later than normal, just as dusk was beginning to fall. Naryn thought nothing of this until approximately half way to the merchants’ stalls, a middle-aged human man stepped into her path. The streets were empty, civilians had started home before the sun had begun to set. As he drew a knife, Naryn noticed others in the shadows. The group said nothing, but before Naryn could fully realize what had happened, she was gagged and bound and on her way out of the city. Naryn’s sister would later find the weaving discarded in the street, after Naryn had long been taken away. Naryn spent many years of her life in slavery. She never learned her parents proclaimed her dead, and that her sister had been executed before the Emperor.
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    Alani, like many elves, was born in Caras Eldar. Alani grew up poor in a small, leaning house in a poor area of the city. Her family was not part of a seed, so Alani has no tattoos. Her mother, Elyra, was a weaver, who sold her works of art for a small profit to help the family. Alani’s father was named Roedian. He was a decent hunter, leaving the city at dawn every morning to search for game in the woods. He carried only a bow and a small steel dagger. Most nights he would bring home fresh meat for dinner, then he would skin the game and sell the hide. Some nights, however, Alani and her younger sister Naryn would have a supper of only stale bread. Those were the worst nights. Naryn was 10 years younger than Alani, Naryn took after her mother’s artistic trait, while Alani followed in her father’s footsteps. When Alani turned 20 her father began training her with a bow. She would leave the city with him every morning, and eventually grew to become a more skilled archer than he, and helped to provide for the family. She grew to love bows, and spent most hours of daylight training, and when it got dark she would craft. Between the age of 20 and 45, Alani crafted her bow. She crafted it of sturdy wood and strong but flexible deer sinew. Although Alani had a mostly good childhood, a tragedy struck when Alani was 31 Naryn went missing. She went out one evening to purchase yarn for her mother, but she never returned. The family was in shambles, and really never recovered. After a year, the city law gave up searching and told the family Naryn had probably “passed on.” Alani’s parents accepted this with sorrow, but Alani didn’t believe them. Finally, when Alani was 45, she decided nothing would ever improve if she did nothing about it. She said goodbye to her parents, and left to search for her sister with only her bow and a pack of supplies.
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