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  1. Viscountess Amadie reads over the missive, finding some issues with the rules of Astercalia. "No wearing armor? Nonsense. Presenting in pretty silks from foreign lands only shows my influx of mina, but not the willpower and strength my house holds."

     

    Amadie sat there with her sisters, having a rather bountiful talk about the influence of women in the coming decades, specifically with her mother's involvement with Rosemoor. 

     

    "Do not follow such silly rules, as women are also soldiers, workers, Duchesses in their own right, and armor will not hold you back in your Empire." 

  2. 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. 

  3. "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. 

  4. JADES OF PONDEROSA 

    La Maturation Hivernale

     

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    Penned by Amadie Marléne Pruvia, 1853

     


     

    [!] Missives and parchment are brought upon denizens of the Orenian realms, a poem inscribed, of the author being the Petite Viscountess, Amadie Pruvia. 

     

    FOREWARD

    To my reader, the Jades of Ponderosa elaborates on the untamed wild of the Orenian forests, where I hunt and stroll, discerning the grazing deer and the flight of a sparrow. A tranquility is only found here, where home speaks in the ponderosas, not in stone walls and dancing flame. It is a journey, an adventure, and only those who find this to have similar ideals, then perhaps you can glimpse the Jades of Ponderosa. This is also important, as I find myself reaching the end of my tasks, and therefore I share a piece of my talent for La Maturation Hivernale.

     

    Carry with the Jades of Ponderosa,

    The vibrancy enthralled inward, 

    I take with me the honeydew droplets

    Starlit and ponderous.

     

    With the blur of all past, 

    You still find yourself reminiscing

    About who and what and where and when.

     

    None rings more openly than who,

    Who will I take with me?

    To catch a glimpse upon

    The Jades of Ponderosa

     

    Sincerely,
    TRH, Amadie Marléne Pruvia, Viscountess of Pruvia

  5. Upon a high balcony was a girl peering out a window, a shadow of life looming to look at the arrival of the boys, her eyes ever-so watchful, though she knew the figure of her father. 
     

    Does he not remember who the Viscountess is?

     

    Amadie Pruvia slid out of her room when night fell, her eyes gazing upon the doors of where the boys stayed. A maid followed her, and she asked for the name of her unwanted guest, of which she wasn’t told of their arrival. 

     

    “Madame, it’s the Helane twins.” 
     

    The Viscountess shook her head, and promptly went to track down her father with ire wafting from her, eyes fueled with a mission. 

  6. Stefaniya vas Ruthern strays her mind back to when her dear friend, Prince Lucien had seen his father take a walk of penance, and how it made him utterly depressed. She couldn't help but to hear from Her Highness, The Princess of Savoy, that her husband had departed once more, and prayers were sent up to Godani for Lucien, and she thought to take a visit with a gift for him. @Milenkhov 

  7. The Petite Viscountess was a reserved girl, locking herself away in her room to brood and contemplate, especially in times where her Empire crumbled by the hands of an inept elder. Amadie Pruvia met many along the way, and soon she broke from the green walls and colorful sheets of her room, bursting into the world like a flower blossomed. Her morning strolls grew further away from her estate, exploring the world around her. 

     

    She knew it would be a challenge for her upon the task of charisma, as Amadie was a particularly moody youth, having cooped herself in her room for many moons. She could catch all the beasts in the wild, or perform in front of a crowd, but something held her back when it came to people. 

  8. The Petite Viscountess of Orenian lands felt that the humble lives of monks should not be compared to that of a schemer, and she hoped that the sacks that Olivier were dressed in were of suitable nature as not to present similarities between a monk’s robe and these robes. 

     

    Nonetheless, Amadie hoped that this would be a strong lesson for humanity, as Canonism should bring together all those who are faithful, not a prince, nor an emperor, nor a country. With her father a clergyman, she felt it was her duty to pray for the sake of her Pontiff. 

  9. A certain twin to a member of the family would be out in the deserts of Savoy, but far from any sort of civilization. Having lost touch with her relative Philippa, Maude Eleanor Vilac heard the news as travelers passed by to give her updates. 
     

    Not only of the Empire’s new beginning, but also of the two Pontiffs, and lastly, the death of Ledicort d’Azor. 
     

    Maude gave the weary and sun-drained travelers some mina she had from her pouch, with most of the weight carrying sand now rather than actual coin. 
     

    Even in the lonely desert where the rain is rare and the promise of a water oasis was highly unlikely, her eyes still produced the tears of a most gallant waterfall, showing that life still bloomed in the desert, and life still wilted in the Empire. 
     

    “You are like the father I wish I had. Thank you for taking care of my dear Philippa.”

  10. 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. 

  11. 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.”

  12. A NIGHT FOR ALLIANCE

    A ball for our Haense allies

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    TO DENIZENS OF THE KINGDOM OF HAENSE AND THE PRINCIPALITY OF SAVOY, 


     

    With the flourishing alliance between the Principality of Savoy and the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, we cordially invite our allies to the Savoyard lands upon our capital, San Luciano. In the finalizing of the Palazzo Aggrade, our festivities of the night will be a ball with attendees donning their traditional garb, though finest for the occasion. Alike the alliance, we join together as allies and friends, a night to make bonds. May GOD keep our alliance strong. 

     


     

    T I M E T A B L E

     

    ANNOUNCEMENT FROM PRINCE OF SAVOY

    A welcoming speech toward the Haeseni allies to commence the night, along with a welcome from other members of the Royal Family. 

     

    A SHARED DANCE

    A dance between two lands alike, also a time to intermingle with others and strengthen family bonds. 

     

    A TOUR OF THE NEW PALACE AGGRADE

    A tour of the essentials in the newly constructed palace, such as the ballroom, throne room, and feasthall. 

     


    IN NOMINE DEI,

      HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Olivier Renault Ashford de Savoie, Prince of Savoy, Duke of Corazon, Count of San Luciano


     

    OOC INFO: Saturday December 4th, 2:30 PM EST | 7:30 GMT @ Palazzo Aggrade

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