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  1. Golden rays illuminated the feathers of an avian, as they delivered a letter to the hands of a serene elfess, whom sat beside the remnants of a chess board that displayed an undetermined victory. A smile flashed across her face, conjuring a rosy hue to her previously pallid complexion. With a light hum she plucked a pawn from its place and set it in a considerably strategic position. "Lovely..."
  2. "Perhaps another time." Mused the gentle voice of the challenger, as her tea cup sought its porcelain counterpart thus creating a subtle clink. "The seed of your good intent is planted anew, elSohaer, foster it and we may perhaps find friendship upon common ground." With that the missive was discarded beside delicate cakes, adorn with intricate floral designs, and the ever observant gaze of the challenger flicked toward the wilting sun.
  3. "To conjure the belief of those around me, I must first believe in myself." A smile flashed across the elfess' face as she cast her vote - pausing to mutter something akin to a prayer to Larihei. "Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya."
  4. ROTTING ROOTS 4th of Amber’s Cold 168 SA “Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya” pertains to the values that serve as the basis of our culture, first proclaimed by our blessed Larihei when faced with the tyranny of stagnancy, imposed by those who would see the flames of our progress snuffed permanently. Yet through such oppression we prevailed, and the state of Haelun’or was formed from a unified peoples that have persisted for centuries under the guise of Larihei’s legacy. Alas, progress without unrelenting dedication wilts to inactivity and the foundations upon which our nation is founded threatens to crumble to ash. Maheralan Sohaeran’ehya have passed, neglecting their mantle and the responsibilities that are intrinsically tied to their position - with increasingly few proving their worth, in recent decades. Prior to my departure, imposed upon me by dwindling health, I served our motherland as Okarir’mali - which at such a time possessed a variation of responsibilities, including the maintenance of the tavern, clinic, and our most esteemed eternal library. My purpose was defined and I never once faltered in my dedication to elcihi'thilln nor her citizens, as myself and the council of Luthrien Maery’onn sought to combat the stagnancy that had festered within our city. The wind travels and I find myself upon Haelun’orian soil once more, compelled to retrieve my quill in an effort to salvage our dwindling state. Sohaer Theveus Sythaerin, I challenge you for the position of Sohaer - with the intention to vanquish the infection you have allowed to take root in our nation. kaean'leh thilln chul'okarae Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Signed, Eistalyn Othelu’Maehr
  5. "Nie!" The Baroness snapped, over the sounds of clattering cutlery and her children babbling amongst themselves. "Ich do niet wish to read another missive of the world's dire state, vy may dispo-" "It regards vyr cousin, my lady, the Viscount." Agafa protested, finally attaining Rosalind's attention as she thrust the letter forth into her hands. A silence settled upon the dinning room, extended even to the small children who now peered curiously toward their mother - whom was engrossed in the letter once sealed with the emblem of her kin. "What does it say, Mamej?" Little Hadeon inquired, near standing in his seat in some meek effort to steal a glance at whatever it was that had snatched his mother's attention. "Da!" Announced his sister, in a similarly curious tone. "What is it?" "Agafa, prepare the children a bath." Rosalind demanded in an uncharacteristically emotionless tone, before hauling herself to her feet and seeking to swiftly depart the dinning room. Tucked amongst aging books, and draped in a thick layer of dust, resided another missive of similar content. The Dame plucked it from its place upon the shelf and settled in her room to read the contents of both. "Surely it is a curse. A vice.... by Godan save our wretched blood be saved and dispel that forsaken blade from this realm - from our hands."
  6. Rosalind stirred from her gloomy chamber, frail despite the excessive rest she had been afford. The hearth had scarcely been lit since the vanishing of the frost, leaving little more than a singular candle to light the chamber. The Dame had regarded the contents of the letter several times since its arrival, alas it still did not seem to solidify the boy's death in her mind. In her absence the boy had grown to a man, near ready to proclaim his oath, and in her absence he had perished. That unshakable burden settled heavy upon her shoulders.
  7. Whispers, of deeds ungodly and foul, haunted courtly halls - clinging to lavish drapes and furnishings alike, until the air was thick with the tension of gossip. It conjured a rage in the flesh of the Haeseni Dame, whom had resigned herself to her office in some meek effort to conclude her courtly affairs. It was not often a woman was afford the respect of her male counter-part, for the fate of women is a fickle artefact. Eventually, the Baroness relented to storm of her mind and sought a quill. A bouquet of lavish roses would arrive for the Princess Nataliya, a note attached and written in cursive and concealed within a dainty envelope:
  8. PROSPERITY THROUGH ADVERSITY THE BIRTH OF THREE ✧ ────────────────⊱❦⊰──────────────── ✧ ✧ ────────────────⊱❦⊰──────────────── ✧ ISSUED BY ON THIS 4TH DAY OF WZUVAR AG BYVCA OF 514 E.S. ✧ ────────────────⊱❦⊰──────────────── ✧ VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLEVRIK, Long have the Baron and Baroness of house Valkonen been occupied with the preservation of their Kongzem, ever dedicated to their Borsas and Sistras in arms, through the raging battles that have plagued man-kind. Yet amidst the burdens of war, the house has been blessed with the birth of three children: upon the 20th day of Vzmey ag Hyff of 513 E.S, bearing the Haeseni astrology: The Comet or alternatively The Crow. Their eldest and heir, Hadeon Audo Valkonen, whose name means ‘destruction’, has been named for his forefather: Audo Weiss - ever adored by the baron and baroness, and to whom they owe their knighthood. Their second son, Alaric Walter Valkonen, whose name means ‘to be honored’, has been named for his forefather: Walter Weiss - ever revered by his cousin, the Baroness, and the source of her unrelenting strength. Their daughter, Hyacinth Verónica Valkonen, whose name means ‘precious stone’, has been named for her foremother: The late Verónica Frisketa Isabella Maria Lucia Elisabetta Weiss - ever beloved by the baron and baroness, to whom they owe their joy. May Godan guide them to virtue and honour, for the betterment of Hanseit-Ruska and her people. ✧ ────────────────⊱❦⊰──────────────── ✧ Her Ladyship, ROSALIND LAURELIE VALKONEN, Baroness of Szargrad, Knight to the Order of the Crow, Lady Custodian of Hanseti-Ruska. His Lordship, MIKHAIL VALKONEN, Baron of Szargrad, Knight of the Order of the Crow, Master of the Hunt. ✧ ────────────────⊱❦⊰──────────────── ✧ ✧ ────────────────⊱❦⊰──────────────── ✧ “VE KAROSZ SZAR.” “THE CROW’S SPEAR.” ✧ ────────────────⊱❦⊰──────────────── ✧
  9. "Peace..." Rang like a hollow promise from the Dame's mouth. Once she'd assured her children that they shall know it well, they should bathe in the glory of men-united in peace. "We tried peace." Her voice echoed once more, addressing no one in particular - for she stood quite alone in ancient halls, lined with stony eyes that gazed upon her being. "Yet they spat it back in our faces! They laughed..." Metal met the wooden floorboards as her pacing quickened, each clank reminiscent of the battles that haunted her soul. Once, this metal frame had hosted a woman of virtue and behind her chest-plate had been a heart of gold, ever intent on mending the products of conflict. Yet now, as the candlelight flickered across the room, illuminating her arcane blade, a new notion settled in the flesh of the war-bound lady - a tarnish upon her heart. "Let them laugh." She proclaimed, her voice laced with venom as she lit the parchment upon the dwindling candle providing the flame with fuel enough to satisfy its relentless hunger. "Let them laugh from their graves."
  10. Pale sunlight trickled through the meagre parting of the thick drapes, dancing across the wooden floors adorn with a rug, worn from use, and several toys disregarded by their infant owners. Soldiers carved from oak, and patriotically painted black and yellow, had been arranged in a nonsensical manner beside their toppled steeds. The scene of this miniature retinue provoked a subtle laughter from the Dame as she scooped up a plush bear from the disarray of toys and delivered it to one of her sleeping babes, who had stirred upon the arrival of the morn. Another, one of three, stirred in his crib - threatening to wail, and wake his siblings, until granted the attention of his dotting mother, who was content to oblige. "My Lady." A matured voice hollered in a half-whisper. "Another missive has arrived." The nursery door clicked open, revealing the Valkonen housekeeper who extended a parchment that still possessed the sent of freshly pressed ink. "Spasiba, Agafa." The Baroness returned with a sleep-infested smile, before promptly plucking the missive from the elderly woman's grasp. Rosalind pored over the contents of the missive, whilst simultaneously rocking her infant son - too possessed by drowsiness to seize whatever it was that had consumed his mother's attention. Crows shattered the otherwise peaceful atmosphere, their caws echoed through the frost-ridden streets of Valdev, provoking the Dame to recall the memories associated with the parchment at hand: blood-soaked fields, cannon fire, groans of the dying and namely the silence of the dead - always broken by crows, the emblem of her Kongzem, bound to the battlefield as she was and similarly desperate to fulfil a hunger. "Vy have never known a time of peace." She uttered from her trance, rescued from the true depths of her thoughts by the coo of her children. "But vy will. Vy will know spring, summer and the joys of humanity, relishing their freedom. Vy will niet know tryanny, niet as Ich have. Know that the world has fought for vy, our children, for vyr futures." Only now had she realised the vulnerability in her voice as she lay her heir in his crib, planting a kiss upon his brow as he settled. Similar attentions were deliver to her second son, still grasping his tattered bear, and daughter who was angelic in nature since her birth and had not once roused. "Krusae Zwy Kongzem..."
  11. A smile graced the expression of Dame Rosalind as she recalled the events, still wiping the blood that had been ingrained into her knightly armour. "Vy have given vyr whole life." She reiterated, as if speaking to the Queen herself when she was in fact, quite alone. "Ich am glad vy have been shown the love of vyr people, vyr majesty..."
  12. The Lady-Knight drove a whetstone across her beaten blade as she hummed the tune crafted by her dear friend. As her labour persisted she progressed into singing the song in its entirety for her dear Husband, whom was undoubtedly lingering nearby. @ClatterCake
  13. (BRB I am crying, this was the character I applied to the server with back in 2019.)
  14. It's taken me a while to reply to this (I've been a busy student) but thank you so much! I could not have hoped to find a better community than Haense and I feel my time on LoTC has been extended! LOL I love you all <3
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