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13th of Sun’s Smile, 1921 THE UNION OF NADINE DE RUYTER & SIR JOHN NOVELLEN-REYNE Her Ladyship Nadine de Ruyter, of Barony Harlingen and Castellan of St. Emalyne shall be wed to John Novellen-Reyne in holy matrimony under the eyes of God. The pair have promised their lives to each other and found solace during times of conflict. With this, the wedding shall be held in Adria’s Church. All those friends of either Lady Nadine de Ruyter or Sir John Novellen-Reyne are invited to witness this union, as well as those who reside within Adria or are allies to Adria. Any and all who come during this ceremony are requested to keep mutual peace and respect for the couple. PLACE: Adrian Chapel TIME: 4 PM EST DATE: Friday 28th

Castellan - Lady Nadine de Ruyter [clonky] The castellan is charged with the task of overseeing the castle, its staff, and any courtly matters. The castellan is meant to ensure that all is orderly within the castle. They are tasked with a plethora of duties that involve in-court matters, such as: holding St. Emalyne’s Court, wardship applications, the oversight of ladies-in-waiting, hosting events, overseeing the Castellan Council, and overall seeing to the Court’s wellbeing. The castellan is seen as the head of the court, organizing and coordinating with courtiers and other members to ensure the functionality of St. Emalyne. Liaison - Lady Emerentia Vilac [milkyi] The liaison is tasked with assisting the castellan in courtly matters and duties. If the castellan is not present, usually the liaison is to be asked or charged with overseeing the same matters as the castellan. This role is a second-in-command to the castellan, but doesn’t have the same executive power that the castellan might. While the castellan will majorly oversee the Castellan Council, the liaison majorly oversees those of a lower courtly rank. The Rose of Velec The Rose of Velec is a highly regarded and unwed lady of the courts. She is elevated to this position through an election process and must have an honorable and respectable standing within the courts. This lady must be unwed to hold this title. The Rose of Velec also takes on apprenticeship under the castellan and the liaison to learn the most noble of decorum in the courts. They are tasked with specialized duties given by the castellan and or liaison and are seen as one of the most important ladies in the Castellan Council. Once the Rose of Velec is married, her title is revoked and an election shall be held again to choose the next lady. The Rose of Velec is usually given to a lady seeking a respectable marriage and this title therefore makes her highly sought after due to her rigorous training and work in courtly duties and etiquette. To have had this title in your lifetime shows that one has mastered the courts whilst also being honorable and chaste. This role can be taken away if the lady does something rather uncouth or against courtly decorum. Seer - Lady Sidonia de Ruyter [scubadooba] The court seer is a role that is tasked with a more mystical aspect of the court. Usually, this role is meant to appease the courtiers and higher nobility as means of entertainment. The seer reads tea leaves, palms, or has various other talents that courtiers are free to use. Sometimes, the seer may have some type of magic or a history with alchemy, but this is not always the case. The seer is also sought out for advice about troubling matters or rather difficult situations. Hostarius The hostarius is a role specified for the boarding and placement of wards, ladies-in-waiting, or courtiers. They are tasked with giving keys, rooms, or any other necessities to those participating in the Court of St. Emalyne. Similarly, they oversee that all is running smoothly at in-castle events. They handle and manage the butlers or maids of the castle. They are a groundskeeper for the whole castle, ensuring the tidiness and security of both staff and castle architecture. Politesse The politesse is in charge of ensuring proper etiquette and education be given to the courtiers of the castle. Not only are they in charge of every-day politeness, but they are also in charge of tutoring wards or courtiers if they so choose. Politesse is usually the overseer of those who have taken a wardship at the castle, and are tasked with introducing them to the formalities of castle etiquette and general etiquette. Politesse also tutors on a variety of subjects that they see fit, and usually reports on the success and progress of wards. Ladies-in-Waiting Ladies-in-waiting are ladies who are usually unmarried and seek marriage. Ladies-in-waiting can also be married ladies who have the highest status in the court, usually helping to coordinate and organize events along with attending to the highest noble ladies. Usually, they would be seen either with the castellan or with the Duchess, attending to the needs of either. Writing letters of correspondence, delivering special announcements, and more are all tasks of the ladies. Some ladies may also have specified roles in the courts, such as: Master or Mistress of the Wardrobe - has extensive knowledge on the current fashions and organizes garb for both men and women of the courts. Falconer - Nimueh Al'Noor [Anarchrey] - One who specializes in penning letters or diplomatic courtly relations with other courts across the lands. Usually calls upon different people when told by the Castellan Council. Courtier Courtiers are both men and women of the court who participate in courtly activities and or events. They do not directly assist the Castellan Council or the running of the courts, but are just spectators of courtly activities. Most courtiers are people of a higher social standing. Wards Wards are assigned to ladies-in-waiting or members of the Castellan Council to have an apprenticeship and lessons from highly respected women or men of the court. Usually, the politesse oversees the care of the wards and their assignments. Wards are taught on etiquette, educated, and sought to be let out into society at the age of 16. Once a ward has finished their wardship, they are then promoted to lady-in-waiting and put out into society as an unmarried and respectable woman. It is possible for a ward to fail their wardship, depending on a variety of circumstances. Duke’s Fool The Duke’s Fool is a jester that entertains the Duke and or Duchess along with courtiers alike. Although this role is for the entertainment of the court, it is still a highly respectable role that requires dedication to the craft. Fools will usually perform magic tricks, jokes, or even do the frivolous bidding of courtiers. CASTELLAN’S COURT Castellan’s Court is a meeting held for those participating in the Court of St. Emalyne. These court sessions are held regularly to gauge the public’s opinion on the court’s standing and any ideas that follow. These are open settings that allow any courtier and above to participate in conversation relating to the court and court improvements, and or ideas that correlate with improving the court or changing the court in either significant or minuscule ways. The Castellan Council are the heads of the Castellan Court, being the main propagators of running the Court session smoothly. The Castellan Court somewhat matches the Duma, where people of the court can request changes or propose petitions in front of the Castellan Council. These court sessions are very one-on-one, where discussion amongst all is highly encouraged. Her Ladyship, Castellan of St. Emalyne, Nadine de Ruyter Her Ladyship, Liaison of St. Emalyne, Emerentia Vilac

Sweat dripped from her brow, her limbs weak but her heart strong. Nadine de Ruyter stood at the side of her brother, Manus de Ruyter. She felt she was fulfilling the role her ancestors left for her. She was continuing a story that never quite finished, but had only just begun for her. With this victory, she felt like a true Adrian Dog. "We are home, Manus. We shall fight until our last breath to protect it." She went to tend to the soldiers' wounds, and eventually circled back to her eldest brother. "Remember, I am proud of you. You bring light to our name once more." @Capace

A JOURNEY OF LOYALTY The winds upon the coast of Almaris swept the sails of a rocking ship, the waves thrashing and commanding the boat on its journey. General chatter hummed upon the ship as men worked their way through the torrent sea. The orange hue of the sun dipped into a pink sky, with sunset approaching. At the bow stood their captain; Manus de Ruyter. “Pink at night, sailor’s delight. Let us hope it is not pink in the morning, my friends.” A voice called upon the deck of the ship, calling upon the captain to meet in the mapping room. Manus de Ruyter was joined by his family and allies, which included a family of yore - a Hargrave. “Captain, we are nearing our destination. It should be only but a few days until we arrive. Will His Grace be expecting us?” “Of course he will.” Manus de Ruyter remembered the stories his grandfather spoke of, how his ancestors built the Eighth Empire, not only through governmental affairs but with their own hands. Leonard de Ruyter, the Secretary of War leading troops into battle. Katrien de Ruyter, marrying a de Leumont but helping with the construction of the grand city of Helena. Finally, Tybis de Ruyter, the first Mayor of Helena. All of them resided in one place; Adria. Although many de Ruyters moved from Adria at the command of the rising empire, their keep was nestled across the river from Helena, near where Adria once stood. Today, Manus de Ruyter knew well of his calling, where his roots now made a path for him back to his homeland, to his Adria. The Adrian Dogs have been rallied, friends with familial and ancestral ties to Adria. They never forgot their name or their occupation, and so that is what they have called their retinue; The Adrian Dogs. “Let it be known that we shall integrate back into our true homeland once we arrive. His Grace will surely enjoy our awaited company.” Upon that ship they sailed, and in the next few days, The Adrian Dogs had arrived upon the shores of the Kingdom. A voice spoke then, a particular Nadine de Ruyter, sister to Manus. “True is the land of our loyalty, our hearts dance with pride for our Adria. We have come home, brother. Rejoice, for our ardent retinue shall continue our ancestors’ destiny.” “Yes, welcome home, Adrians.”

Name: Idette af Brasca Race: Human Title: N/A Allegiance: Barrowton Magical Practice: N/A

AFTER THE RAIN Comes a Rainbow Wails of a newborn echoed the chambers, vision blurry at the sight of such creation, and suddenly it all stopped. The room was quiet. A vision now changed, a scene obscure yet so clear, so memorable. A painting of a pair, joyous and loving. Madalene Ruthern, a flaxen-haired woman that Stefaniya so envied, pictured with her spouse; Ailred var Ruthern. Stefaniya’s eyes had fixated upon her father’s portrait, where she shared so many similar features with him, and had a raging desire to be like him. He was her idol, a true knight of fantastical ways that she admired. Then, she had one more pair of eyes to vision upon - a youthful Lucien, who admired the portrait just as much as she, even if he had no chance to have met her two parents. "When ea have children, ea want to be there for them. Their lives were cut too short.” Stefaniya was just a child still, yet a promise was kept, a deal where she was betrothed to Lucien, to marry him in the future. He knew, too, the pains of losing a parent, the absence of oblivion, like a sea without water, a desolate sand. "I promise that it won’t be like that, Stefaniya.” And there they stood, deep in their own thoughts, perhaps in their own sorrow, but also did they begin to look ahead. Another abrupt wail came, a flash of a vision before her, a wriggling child and handmaidens brushing the sweat off her brow, and it faded out once again… The sands were unique, a feeling that felt far from home - a warmth upon bare feet, with the waters of the ocean tickling at your toes. Freedom perhaps adjoined with this euphoria, as she stood in ragged clothes upon the beaches of Haelun’or. Stefaniya had escaped her turmoil from her journeys gone wrong, and her mission was to come home, to continue that promise with Lucien, to see her sister once again, but as she stared longer upon the wallowing waves, her mind swirled with the clash of the ocean’s fog. . . You’re evil, Stefaniya Ungrateful You can’t return home now. Undeserving How can you return? Stop it, Stop it, Stop it. And silence. A calm once again, after ravaging and circulating, a riptide of her mind had now turned into the tranquil oceans once again. Her mind stretched far beyond the sea now, where the flurries of snow whipped at the face of those denizens in Haeseni Ruska, and one particular one was still clear in her mind - the face of her betrothed, who she knew was filled with sorrow that she had disappeared. The melancholy sound of the lapping waves, where the same melody played in his ears, yet it was the flame that kept him company, and a bottle of Carrion Black. Soon, she would have made her return. "Stefaniya? Oh Stefaniya, look at vyr gorgeous babe, look at him, oh how healthy.” The tears fogged her vision again, and instead of looking upon a newborn, she had seen the countenance of her beloved again. No spark upon his eyes, a weariness that dragged along in his shadow, and her mind whirled again, as if her own shadow had overtaken her mind and haunted it. How can he love you now, Stefaniya? Silly you, how detestable you are. LOOK at him, you did this. You did this. You did this. This. "I will still have your hand in marriage Stefaniya, it was only you that I thought of, only you.” Yet, even with these words of reassurance, and even with her simper growing wider at the undying love that her betrothed carried for her, she still had these thoughts wash out her humor. A kiss upon the hand, and a gratitude to be home once more, yet she found herself having a dread, a hidden uncertainty, never to be shared with her dearest. "Now quiet, nie need to disturb vyr mamej. Someone assist Stefaniya, now, she must be tired. . .” Now her eyes opened, and a glimpse, a dream of her betrothed stood before her - her Prinzen, Lucien upon the altar, eyes now shifting to the other unfamiliar faces, yet she caught her sister’s flaxen hair, the hair that she shared with her mother that she so envied. Her heart raced with love, a passion - Angelika, a dear confidant, a friend, along with her undying ardor for her to-be husband. She remembered now, stringing up the foliage within the church, lanterns and flowers scattered and embraced in their union. "I do, I will, Stefaniya.” The words came to her in her bed, where her eyes barely came to open. Beside her was her husband, and the room was silent. Her hand held with the face of her betrothed once again. Before this, she must have told him something, something important. The scene around her had changed again, it was no longer the hazy image of the church, but the bedchambers where she first began her lucid hallucinations… "Name them, for me. Please tell me one more time, just one more time. . . that vy still love me, Lucien?” She did not hear his response, or hardly wait for it, but she murmured out what she was thinking all along, when the blood ran from her system, when all her health was gone into two newborns, and when all she had left was a full heart. All she thought was; "Ea love vy dearly, mea Prinzen.” A spur of wails trailed again, albeit distant this time. She felt her other memories flash upon her mind, a story of her life, where she was granted one last dance with her beloved, only until she left him alone for the last time, with two children now taking her place.

With Lucien did Stefaniya remain, as the news from the courier came in a flurry - news that already was spoken upon the countenance of the man who delivered such grim news. She peaked over the shoulder of her spouse, and Stefaniya could tell, could feel that there was something being held back from Lucien. The rather stoic face of her beloved, she knew what simply a mask of the ravaging emotions that swirl in his mind. How she wished she could be of comfort, yet she knew that in her heart, she was in shambles too. The loss of a dear friend, a protector, an idol. Dread washed over her as she bid farewell to her Lucien, knowing well that she was presumed dead by him as well. He has lost many, and she felt guilty for having been one of them. As the door closed, she heard the choked cries of the Prince Emeritus, and she too held reserved tears in the wells of her eyes. Then did she walk to Vidaus, where she took a branch off of her olive tree, and prayed. “This my friend, is my offer of peace to you. Peace in your journey to the Seven Skies.” Tears soaked the purpled olives, and she kept the branch so that she could visit his grave and pay her proper respects. She then made her way back to Lucien, knowing she had to comfort him for all that he had lost.

Stefaniya vas Ruthern had a wicked grin encapsulated 'pon her features, truly did she find this amusing. "Mea sestra. . . Who would niet want her when she wore such a dobry dress to mea wedding?" She questioned with herself, clearly innocent and blinded by her love for her sister to truly take into account the severity of these accusations!

A Ruthern of youthful innocence had come upon the Duchy of Vidaus, her home where family of plenty had resided, a home in which she shared many memories. She had been feeding the local foxes, and the day was meant to be like any other, except her father had gone to war. Stefaniya vas Ruthern had stepped into the innards of her home, the warmth of the fire stocked, with a pile of armor drawn nearby the fireplace, yet her mother was the only one to be seen. "Papej's home! Papej's home!" Cried the youthful Ruthern, having jumped up and down, as her search began for her father. Her mother did not spur any word, not a single indication of her father's whereabouts. The more she looked, the more she was wrought in confusion. "Where's Papej?" The armor had been sent home by the other knights who had joined Ser Ailred, with his lifeless body, already being prepared for the funeral, and preparations were made for the succession of her brother. Stefaniya returned back to the Duchy, where she sat at the same fireplace, and had toted the same armor of her father to accompany her. Finally, the war had been over, but the losses were still ever-lasting.

ARDOR ABOVE DUTY Prince Emeritus Lucien and Lady Stefaniya vas Ruthern after reuniting To the citizens of THE PRINCIPALITY OF SAVOY and KINGDOM OF HANSETI-RUSKA, IT has been many years, years spent upon time in the Principality of Savoy, and a consistent patience for a betrothal to be fruitful, to grow into a marriage of two upon a promise. Yet, time and tribulations made an oath of marriage seem vanquished. With a prolonged disappearance of Prince Lucien’s betrothed, there was a presumed understanding that a betrothal was not upon the pair. Yet, where duty falls, there is still a persistent necessity for something we all desire; companionship. The standing of a betrothal can be supported by the idea of status and gain, yet companionship was above all. Therefore, the return of Lady Stefaniya vas Ruthern had sparked a flame that had once muted. The companionship still lingered, and a marriage is soon to follow. T I M E T A B L E Wedding Preparations | Before the wedding commences, the bride and groom ask that close relatives and friends of the families join together at the Duchy of Vidaus to share drink and food while both bride and groom prepare for the ceremony. Springtide Wedding | The wedding shall take place in the Basilica within Vidaus for all to bear witness to this holy matrimony. Reception of Ashford de Savoie | Following the ceremony should be a reception held within the Duchy of Vidaus, where family and friends will continue the festivities. Guests will be adorned with weaved crowns of flowers from the Savoyard sands, bringing both the culture of Savoy and Haense together. INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: TO THE PRINCESS OF SAVOY AND THE PEERAGE: Her Royal Highness, Princess of Savoy and her Royal Pedigree. His Excellency, Margrave of Lvinsk, and his Esteemed Pedigree. His Excellency, Landgraviate of Alstreim, and his Esteemed Pedigree. His Grace, Duke of Drusco, and his Esteemed Pedigree. The Honorable, Count of Freimark and his Esteemed Pedigree. TO THE KING OF HAENSE AND THE PEERAGE: His Royal Majesty, the King, and their Royal Pedigree. Their Graces, the Duke and Duchess of Vidaus, and their Ducal Pedigree. His Grace, the Duke of Valwyck, and his Ducal Pedigree. His Grace, the Duke of Reinmar, and his Ducal Pedigree. The Honourable, the Viscount of Krusev, and his Vicomital Pedigree. His Lordship, the Baron of Ghaestenwald, and his Baronial Pedigree. His Lordship, the Baron of Richtenburg, and his Baronial Pedigree. His Lordship, the Baron of Mondstadt, and his Baronial Pedigree. TO THOSE SPECIFICALLY INVITED BY THE GROOM: His Imperial Highness, Frederick Charles Novellen, Count of Mardon. His Serene Highness, Karl Sigmar, Grand Prince of Kusoraev. The Lord of Alban, Matyas Isaak Bihar. Captain Banjo of the Ferrymen and his Retinue. Ser Grigory Vyronov. Andronikos Mareno. Dmitry var Ruthern. Diome Indoren. Iscesi ‘Snowbird’ Velulaei’onn. Borris Kortrevich. Ruadh Mór. Lukas Vyronov. Amadea d’Arkent. Cole Gadian. TO THOSE SPECIFICALLY INVITED BY THE BRIDE: Her Imperial Highness, Anna Ulyssa. The Honorable, Count of Aldersberg, Edward Clement. The Right Honorable, Fernand Antoine, Count of Provins and his Esteemed Pedigree. Angelika Irena vas Ruthern and her Retinue. Dorothea vas Ruthern. Fenika vas Ruthern. Eleanor Maude Vilac.

Reminder: Auction Ends today at 4 PM EST. I will be messaging people around 7-8 PM EST if they have won anything from the skin auction in order to do payments and transactions.

A SUDDEN SWEEP - CLONKY https://www.planetminecraft.com/member/clonky/ Preface - Hello everyone! I've made a few skins to auction off, along with cleaning out some of the skins off of my PMC. I have decided to depart from LOTC, though I'd rather keep this auction fun, light-hearted, and equal. I may still do commissions or skins every once and a while, but for now, I am going on a prolonged hiatus. Allow me to explain the rules and regulations: RULES: 1.) Bids start at $12 2.) Bids MUST increase by $1 3.) Some skins come with a head, and some don't. It will be said which skins do. 4.) All bids must come to a stop on Tuesday 3/15/2022 @ 4 PM EST (If bids continue after then, your bid does not count.) 5.) Follow the format 6.) Do not discuss anything in the comments, you must simply place your bid and that's all. 7.) Mina or any other currency other than USD is not allowed. There is no buyout. 8.) Do not edit your comments to adjust your bid. For new bids on the same skin, please make a new comment. 9.) Do not Repost, Resell, or Reshade any skins won from the auction. FORMAT: Discord Tag: Skin Name: Bid(s): BIDDING ENDS 3/15/2022 @ 4 PM EST Adventurer: Simple Russian Woman Gypsy Dancer: Lady Witcher: (HEAD INCLUDED) Viking Furs: Christmas Raven: (Head NOT included) Little Flower: (Head INCLUDED) French Fur Coat: (Head NOT Included) Blondie Locks: (Head INCLUDED) Babydoll Dress: (Head NOT Included) Trapper: (Head NOT Included) Portrait Perfect:

Stefaniya vas Ruthern awaited the journey home of Prince Lucien, knowing that in any conquests he wished to pursue, he would be successful. In the meantime, she sewed some clothing for herself.

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“I believe the Daelish promise of neutrality was the ship that sank. We shan’t forget how those Daels stood upon the walls, bows loaded and arrows pointed at our Prince. Quite the neutral land, da?” Commented the Ruthern of Savoy, passing on the missive to the next.

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Stefaniya vas Ruthern seems quite pleased, nodding her head and reviewing this missive along with the other ones of recent alliances.

Hiding within Vidaus was Stefaniya vas Ruthern with her dear sister, Angelika, the sounds of war, although far, were pounding in her ears. She could imagine the metal clanking and the explosions catapulting from the trebuchets, and the many men and women putting down their lives for their country, and this scared her. Although it was a battle of God and Land, she could only imagine her ailing father upon the fields, putting his last, like how he did with her and Angelika. "When will papej be home?" The girl queried innocently to her mother, awaiting his arrival so she could greet him the same way she always did, with a hug and a kiss, and the gift he brought for her upon returning was a story, always. Then he came. Blood ran from his mouth, staining his dark beard with eyes shut and body lifeless. She watched as he was carried into Vidaus, faces of solemn, faces of war. Stefaniya watched as he was transferred through the courtyard, and she followed behind, hoping to encounter him, to hear his smoky voice, just once. "Papej? What's wrong with papej?" Stefaniya trailed, continuing to ask the people surrounding her father, but no answer was gifted to Stefaniya, no word of her father's life, and how it had slipped from this world into the Seven Skies, and no word about what happened, And, no goodbye except her own.

"Does it ever snow in Savoy?" Stefaniya vas Ruthern innocently asked of her brother Rhys, along with the Princess of Savoy. She felt weary of her betrothal, and wondered how marriage worked. Though, she waved to her future spouse as she left, unknowing of what was ahead of her. One thing she was sure of was that she was to get an elephant one way or another.

Stefaniya vas Ruthern nods and nods and nods and nods until she nods off to sleep.

This was amazingly well-said. On a post earlier I spoke about how regular people who play this server feel no hope because the feel like they won't be heard due to the lack of concern. Even with the lack of evidence I've seen these logs and you can tell that the person is rather uncomfortable, and it should be sustainable evidence, especially when multiple people come to light about this situation. This is similar to other situations, as I feel the lack of safety for the server in a predominantly teen age group. Although I love this community, I wish I would've known before the lack of safety and the amount of rather weird people on the platform who weren't prosecuted for their actions. We are all humans behind a screen as you said, and the damage done to teens who are groomed/preyed upon is something that can be struggled with for years and years. Teens are underdeveloped and when they're taken advantage of or groomed, it can really **** you up. All I'm saying is LOTC needs to do something, truthfully, to protect their players. Thank you for your very nice video. Edit: To piggyback off of what Axelu said - I joined the server around 14/15 years old, and as I said before, I wish I knew what the server would hold. The trauma, the feeling of being judged, and the hurt that goes behind grooming/being a victim of predatory behavior can haunt you. For any girl goin' through something similar, my DMs are open, I'm here, and people are here to listen to you and hear your story. Don't be afraid to come forward.

Firstly, I will begin by saying that I am not here to cause issues, but here to bring awareness about the problems that occur on this server. Never have I seen a server take these types of things to the least level of concern. The lack of concern that has been shown towards predators, groomers, and other pests on the server is truly vile and distasteful. Many young girls and boys play on the server, and I'm sure A LOT of you started playing LOTC when you were a pre-teen or a teenager, barely even an adult. You came on this server to have fun and enjoy yourself, perhaps even make friends or alliances. This isn't the only instance where the staff have NEGLECTED evidence and PROMINENT signs of grooming or neglected the safety of the server - I don't know if its because they don't care, or they don't see a need to continue to care, but the fact that the staff have failed (especially the elder staff of the staff hierarchy) Please realize that this should be evidence enough. You can see that the victim in this situation is highly uncomfortable with the language presented. Let us also not forget that Leowarrior was happily on the server some time ago, yet was only banned recently despite the momentous amounts of ERP logs and other substantial evidence. Take care of your community and who's in it. You're failing those who feel like they have no voice right now because of your lack of action. Take some responsibility for the players on your server.

The little Viscountess of Provins weaved her way toward the beaches of her native land, the wind gusted through her hair as cargo ships rode the waves, the water swirling on the sands, with skies of pink and white like watercolor blended across the expanse. Amadie Marléne Pruvia stood there for some long minutes, which turned into hours, watching the sun set upon the shores in which Anastasie and Philip sailed with the rocky sea singing a lullaby to their other children. The waves sang the same lullaby to the Pruvia, and she knew that this was simply only the beginning, a serenity to go along with her lullaby. She knew the seas were ones of turmoil, with a chaos and feisty ire, but she was lucky this day to see the more nostalgic side of the ocean. “Welcome home, my dear friends.”

Stefaniya Joanna vas Ruthern claps her hands in glee knowing that her favorite soon-to-be sister-in-law was to be wed to her step brother! She sends Marie a pretty drawing of Rhys, Stefaniya, and Marie holding hands together with scribbly words that were illegible.