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“Murdered?!” Amelya Valeriya repeated as she took a shaky step back from her friend, Viktoria Ruthern. “No... she couldn’t. There are always guards about. Where- where is she?”
”Oh my God, Vikky.” uttered the young princess in horror as she gazed down upon the pair of cold, sheet-covered bodies on the floor before them.
It seemed unreal to her that that the woman who had raised her and her siblings single-handedly could be gone so quickly. It had been mere minutes ago that her mother had been giving her triplets the gifts their late father had bestowed upon them. Now, the life had left her body, the motherly warmth swept away by an eternal, lifeless cold.
”What- do we do now?” her companion inquired after a moment.
The two girls stood side by side upon the late Queen-Mother’s balcony, the larger of the corpses resting on the rail just before them.
“Are you ready, Amelya? Or would you like to say something to it.”
The princess took a deep breath, watching the choppy waters of Lake Milena over the body of her mother’s assailant.
”You killed the only parental figure I ever knew, a woman that took care of so many young people, for your own selfish spite. You may have killed her, but her death will be honored. Yours will be spat upon by thousands. Enjoy your swim, murderer.”
Viktoria counted to three, and the body went toppling down into the cold, dark waters below. It landed with a splash, slowly sinking beneath the waves.
After enduring the Emperor’s wrathful and uninvited visit, Amelya slunk back up to her room, locking the door behind her. She sat down at her table, writing a sharply-worded letter she would likely never send. She proceeded to stash it away before crawling onto her bed, curling into a ball to sob away her grief.
As the sun began to set and the evening grew dark, the triplets began to move about their rooms, crawling between them through secretive tunnels hidden by tapestries. As the other two Barbanov triplets made their way into Amelya’s room, they curled up upon her bed. Without an utterance, they curled upon the bed together, protected from the world by their irrevocable closeness. There, they laid to sleep, mourning the loss of their beloved mother together.
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[!] Across the parchment are scrawled the drawings of Analiesa, Alexandria, Amelya, and Adryana Barbanov.
((Anything Animal Crossing related is OOC!))
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Amelya Valeriya jabs a finger at her picture in the paper, her sisters seated on either flank. “See? See? I told you I was famous!”
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Amelya Valeriya quietly crawled through the wall into her sister’s neighboring room, pulling her from the bed and leading her across the blacony and through the window of her other triplet. Together, the three settled onto the dandelion-toned comforter upon the middle triplet’s bed. The three sat, so identical yet so different, each curled with their hands folded upon their knees.
”We’ll miss you, Auntie Aleks.” stated one of the dark haired princesses, her fingers fidgeting at her skirt’s hem.
”Da.” answered another, ”Rest easy in the Seven Skies.”
At that, the airy room fell silent save for the rustling of the open window’s curtains in the breeze. The three slight figures upon the mattress simply sat, mourning the loss of their mother’s closest friend.
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Ashlynn Roger smiles as she offers a hand down to assist Alfius into the Seven Skies. “Good Lord, you took long enough!” she laughs, motioning to the Belvitz Tavern looming behind them, the faint sounds of ‘Belvitz Roads’ echoing from its entrances. “You certainly made a name for yourself since we last spoke, Alfie. No one expected a humble medic to do so much.” She smiled amusedly, scanning the man’s face. “Now come, everyone’s been waiting. You’re the last to arrive.”
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48 minutes ago, Gusano said:
Ruslan points out that he is the Lord of Amador.
Annaliese Baruch hastily edits the remainder of the invitations, muttering curses under her breath at her foolishness.
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THE WEDDING OF
BARUCH AND KORTREVICH
9th of Gronna and Droba, 313 E.S. | 9th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1760
Join us by witnessing the union between Lord Viktor Kortrevich and Lady Annaliese Baruch where their marriage will cement the union of the greater houses of both Baruch and Kortrevich for generations to come thereafter.
The wedding itself will be officiated by Father Harald Vuiller at the Basilica of the Fifty Virgins where Old Reza once stood.
Following the ceremony, the newlyweds will carry on with their celebrations to the Crow’s Hearth Tavern where all invitees may indulge freely in the many common pleasantries the north has to offer at the expense of the united families.
INVITATION LIST
We cordially invite those listed below to the Union between Viktor & Annaliese
His Royal Majesty, Otto IV of House Barbanov, and his pedigree
His Excellency, Otto Sigmar of House Alimar, and his pedigree
Her Royal Majesty, Maya of House Alimar, and her pedigree
His Serene Highness, Otto of House Alimar, and his pedigree
The Right Honorable, Alaric of House Stafyr, and his pedigree
The Right Honorable, Konstantin of House Ruthern, and his pedigree
The Right Honorable, Erwin of House Barclay, and his pedigree
The Honorable, Ivan of House Batavus, and his pedigree
His Lordship, Yuri of House Kovachev, and his pedigree
His Lordship, Henrik of House Vanir, and his pedigree
His Lordship, Emerich of House Gant, and his pedigree
His Lordship, Ruslan of House Amador, and his pedigreeSigned,
HIS GRACE, Lord Petyr Sigismund Baruch, Duke of Valwyck, Count of Ayr, Baron of Laval, Voron, and Riveryn, and Guardian of the Haeseni Coast
THE MOST HONORABLE, Lord Viktor Otto Kortrevich, Margrave of Korstadt, Baron of Koravia
HER LADYSHIP, Lady Annaliese Baruch
Spoiler1SpoilerOOC
DATE: Saturday, March 21
TIME: 5:00 pm EST
LOCATION: The Basilica of the Fifty Virgins, Haense
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SpoilerSpoilerA portrait of Dame Primrose in her early thirties.
“Mind my accompanying you?”
The woman’s voice rang out quietly in the dead silence of the cave. Her comrades stood on the ledge alongside her, peering down to the monstrosity of a creature below. Its gaping maw was lined with jagged teeth; its own spawn crudely speared upon them. The tail of the beast wound through the walls of the massive cavern, its length immeasurable.
“Of course not, so long as you remain quiet.”
The response came back at an equally low tone. The patter of a rope’s frayed end met the floor. The dame shuffled around the gathering, waiting for the Volik to make his way down the rope, following soon after. The enormous worm appeared even more terrifying to the pair as they silently padded closer, its breath reeked of rotting flesh; one of the worm’s many offspring wriggled from its mother’s stomach. Whilst suppressing a gag and covering her nose with a gloved hand, Primrose and the man crept closer.
“Papej! When will Mama be coming home?” A seven-year-old Primrose called out to her father from across the square of Old Reza as she ran to him. “She’s working, Prim. She’ll be home in a few nights.” Nikolaus responded, swiftly scooping his daughter up in an embrace. “Why is she never here?” She murmured to him softly, resting her chin over his shoulder.
“There, your bunny’s all stitched up, little one.” – Lotte Kortrevich, lovingly repairing her daughter’s
toy, the stains of her uncle’s blood still splotching its fabric.
The Volik man clambered into the sleeping worm’s mouth, ordering the woman to remain at the edge of the worm’s jaw. At this, he ventured into the beast’s tooth-lined gut. Within minutes, he returned. In his grasp was the helm and sword of Saint Karl, who had been swallowed by the worm centuries prior. He handed them to Primrose just as she hopped down from the mouth of the monster, wrinkling her nose at the odor of the relics.
“If you scream, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” Primrose, merely ten years old, nodded as she pressed herself against the tree. Her captor brandished a dagger, toying with it as they awaited her buyer. Within minutes, a man’s voice rang out through the trees, a voice Prim recognized. The footsteps grew closer as her captor stood to fight. Her uncle, Rodrik Kortrevich, circled around the tree, his blade drawn. “Prim, get behind me. Now.”
Several years later, a young Primrose stood in the center of Helena, oblivious to the brewing conflict between her homeland and Renatus. Ser Aldis Chase stood scowling over the young girl, brandishing his blade. “I asked you already, where is your family?” “I-I think my uncle is here…” she squeaked in reply, pointing to her relative from across the square. The man beckoned him over. “Primrose,” Rodrik began as he came to stand before her, donning an unfamiliar set of armor, “You need to leave. If I see you here again, I’ll kill you myself.”
Just when all appeared to be well, then showed Bralt with his band of tribesmen, carrying barrels of metal pots and pans. Before the Haensemen could realize what was occurring, the barrels were emptied into the cavern through the pit above and the metal objects clattered against the stone floor of the cave. The worm quickly awoke at the vibrations, immediately clamping down on the man who remained in its maw, sending blood spurting across the stone walls. Alarmed, the Haeseni party ran for the exit, but not before the worm leaped towards it, cleaving through the stone and swallowing it with ease. Their exit was now blocked, and their wildling enemies only further disturbing the worm. The group realized that they needed to act quickly.
“I love you, Prinzenas, become a dame and make me proud.” – Duncan Kortrevich to Primrose as he prepared to sail away from Arcas.
“You already made me proud, doing more than I could’ve ever asked for.” – Sarah Greenhill-Kortrevich to Primrose and Roderick the evening of her death.
The dame remembered her oath to her nation in that moment. She quickly handed the relics of Saint Karl to Alaric Stafyr before scaling down the rope to where the pots and pans had been thrown. The protests of her companions were ineffective; Primrose determined in her responsibility to protect the rest of the party. As the second bout of kitchen utensils rained down upon Primrose, she shielded her head. Though the vibrations caused the worm to shift in annoyance, it didn’t move from the exit. The dame looked up to her comrades, saluting them one last time as she picked up two of the pans. As she recognized what she was about to do, she thought of her children and husband- of those she would be leaving behind; the promises she would be breaking. With a deep breath, she began clanging the pans against each other, the continuous vibrations from their collisions being enough to attract the worm’s attention.
“If we die, we die side by side.” – Roderick Kortrevich to Primrose.
The worm shot out, opening the escape route for the rest of the Haeseni party. They quickly fled through the opening, but Primrose knew what awaited her. Before anyone could realize, the worm flung itself towards Primrose, its movements creating a blinding cloud of dust and stone.
As the dust cleared, all that remained of where Primrose had stood was a gaping hole.
Primrose Kortrevich would not be coming home.
REQUIESCAT IN PACE
Dame Primrose ‘The Forbearing’ Kortrevich
1703-1758
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Primrose Kortrevich, far away across the oceans in the ancient lands of Athera, remains oblivious to her uncle’s publishings. Yet as the sky deepened each evening, laying restlessly upon her hardened cot, the aging dame would think of her parents, her husband... her children.
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I’d love to commission a skin
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Annaliese Baruch nods as she reads over the terms after watching the lords sign the document. ”Alright... alright. I doubted it, but you’ve proved your wits again, brother.” She chuckles as she raises her gaze to Petyr’s, giving a nod of satisfaction. ”Ave Haense, Ave Barbanov.”
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Amelya Valeriya gathered her newly gifted book up from her bed into her arms, holding it close to her body as she clambered upon the desk and poked her head through a hole in the wall. ”Psst, Ana!” the five-year-old chirped at her sister, who stood at her window observing the waters lapping at the walls of the keep. ”Look what I’ve got!” She held the hefty novel at arms’ length as she clambered through the passage. ”What, Lya?” inquired Analiesa as she was beckoned to follow.
Amelya made way for Analiesa’s balcony, passing across it and into another colorful bedroom. “Alex!” She called out to another identical girl, who lay drawing on the floor. Alexandria glanced up, a smudge of charcoal across her cheek. ”Huhh?” Amelya wiggled the leather bound book at the now-curious pair, ”Auntie Aleks brought us a story!”
Moments later, the sounds of three shoeless pairs of feet pattered hastily down the stairwell. ”Mamejjj...” sang one of the trio as they approached their mother’s door. The woman opened up with a soft smile, shrugging a fur shawl over her shoulders. ”Yes, little ones?” she responded, laughing as they quickly bustled past her into her chambers.
“Auntie Aleks says we’re ‘too young,’ but will you read us her story?”
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Amelya Valeriya listens to her brother’s sentiment alongside her triplet sisters. ”Woah, when did Otto get so smart!” She giggles, hauling over a pot housing two bullfrogs and handing the pot off to a maid for them to be fed. ”Ooottooo!!” The small child sings, leaning over the banister to call down the stairs. ”Fancy letter!”
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Amelya Valeriya forces her governesses to read the notice aloud to her, despite their resistance. ”Ooh!” She exclaims upon hearing the price. ”Minae!”
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Amelya Valeriya listened in horror as the Lord Regent spoke, “The King has died.” He had said, leaving Amelya in a state of shock. She stood silently for a moment before spinning and burying her face in her governess’s skirts, as to mask the approaching tears. Isabel Stafyr reached out, rubbing the small child’s back in an attempt to comfort her.
“M-Miss Isabel?” The young princess murmured as she lifted her gaze to meet the woman’s, “Can we go somewhere else?” The governess nodded, taking the shell-shocked girl by the hand. “Let’s go to the gardens.”
The pair descended the dais and made their way outdoors, where Amelya lowered herself to a seat at a secluded table. The child wept and the woman comforted, the pair mourning a great loss as cheers to the new King rose from the window above. Soon, Otto Sigismund joined them, seating himself across from his younger sister. “May we be alone?” Amelya asked as she glanced back over her shoulder to the guards who had followed the prince. “It’s plenty safe here.”
As they left, Otto spoke up. “Amelya.” He said, the sadness in his eyes immeasurable as he reached his hands across the table, palms outstretched. No tears ran down Otto’s face as Amelya placed her hands in his. “Are you okay, Otto?” She inquired, scanning his visage. “Da, I’m alright.” He nodded, forcing a smile on his sister’s behalf.
The now-trio remained rather quiet for a time before Amelya spoke, her cheeks reddened despite her tears having halted their descent by now. “We’ll take care of Mamej, da?” “Da, we will.” He agreed gently as he rose to his feet, leaning forward to softly ruffle her hair, maintaining his pained smile. “We’ll be alright. Care for Nikolas for me, okay? I fear I’ll be rather busy, soon.” Amelya nodded, weakly mirroring his smile as he left. “I will.”
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just an outfit please! my discord tag is MikoMonster#7384
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Amelya Valeriya wriggles in excitement as the governess reads the letter to her and her sisters. ”A party!!” she exclaims shrilly!
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“That harlot couldn’t keep us from training you, could she?” whispers a wilting woman to a lost child. Fading silently away; curled pitifully upon her bed.
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Dame Primrose Kortrevich cried out as her father fell to the ground, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the edge of the ramparts. She spun quickly, her tangled hair whipping her face as she reached to take her younger sister’s hand, dashing for the tower stairs. The pair rushed together toward their father, sprinting through the open gate and out onto the bridge. “Papej, Papej please.” Emaline wept quietly, dropping to her knees with a thud. Primrose stood silently crying, a hand at her lips as she looked first toward her father, then to the uncle that had broken her young heart so long ago. She slowly lowered herself for her knees, mirroring her sister as they each took one of their father’s hands, growing ever-colder. The Kortrevich women spent their father’s last moments by his side, their gowns and armor painted with his blood.
“Goodbye, Papej.”
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Primrose Kortrevich scans the letters disdainfully. ”And to think I once respected this woman.” she scoffs. “What a disgusting ***** of a queen.” the aging knight states, spitting on the printed parchment before balling it up and tossing it in the fireplace of Keep Korstadt. ”No wonder she despised the honorable Princess Arianne of Ves.”
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((This is an application that I am posting for a friend who cannot post on the forums.))
RP Name: Wick
MC Username: HurferDurfer
Discord: HurferDurfer#4745
What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Haense
Why Do You Wish To Come?: Want to come to help those in the nation I'm with, and it's the map I joined the server on it would be real nice to see the old sites.
What Skills Can You Bring?: Knowledge of the history and landscape, meager magic talent
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RP Name: Dame Primrose Kortrevich:
MC Username: MikoMonster
Discord: MikoMonster#7384
What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Haense
Why Do You Wish To Come?: To join the congregation of Haeseni men in their quest.
What Skills Can You Bring?: Seasoned sword combat, marksmanship, and basic field medicine.
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OATH
NAME (and house if applicable): Primrose Kortrevich of House Kortrevich
DEGREE OF KNIGHTHOOD (Arma Patrina, Crow Knight, Marian Knight): Marian Knight
AGE: 44
LIEGE LORD: King Andrew IV
CHAPTER/ORDER (Order of the Crow or Marian Retinue): Marian Retinue
Do you, Primrose Salina Kortrevich swear now upon the blade of Gaius Marius, the first Hochmeister of our earliest order, that all you say now is true, and that you have come to receive your knighthood?
Response: It is.
The truth is the burden of all knights, one that only the diligent can bear. Will you be true in all things, even if it may lead to your demise?
Response: I will.
To bear this burden, a knight must be strong. Will you be strong of spirit, and resilient to all forms of temptation?
Response: I will.
In order to be strong, a knight must be brave. Will you be courageous against your enemies, and to defend the helpless, even if it may cost your life?
Response: I will.
In order to be brave, a knight must have honor and loyalty, lest he fall to sinful ways. The knight must be above reproach, his honor and allegiance unquestioned. Will you be honorable and loyal to your king, your people, and above all else, to God?
Response: I will.
When you take this oath, you will no longer be a man. You will be a knight, invested with holy responsibility by God himself. Do you accept this burden that God has placed upon you?
Response: I do.
Now for your oath.
Do you swear to be brave, strong, and true, as all knights must be?
Response: I so swear.
Do you swear to be honorable and loyal, to never forsake your vows nor your allegiance?
Response: I so swear.
Finally, do you swear to uphold all which is holy and good, and to honor God in all your actions?
Response: I so swear.
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Annaliese Baruch manages to read the letter with her new-and-improved reading skills! She smiles as she thinks over the words of her father’s friend, hoping to meet him one day.
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“Keep this in mind!” giggles a young princess mockingly. “Blithering idiots!”