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  1. The Feast of the Ivory Mare This is a depiction of the joyous eve to follow the first of many great Johnstown feasts In the North of Orenia, the Order of the Hound will be holding a festival to celebrate the prosperity & blessings that have been bestowed upon them, both in crop, and in men who have joined their ranks. Within the past 10 years, Johnstown has seen massive sieges against their quaint homes and lost many Brothers, but they have also revelled in miracles sent by Godani himself. To celebrate and honor the life granted to them by God, Grandmaster Lazlo Krazkov has decided to host a day of festivities in the name of the Ivory Mare, inviting all of Orenia to eat, drink, & fight alongside himself and his people. A joyous occasion for all to enjoy. Competitions of the Fest Race to the Top! The day will begin with this event, a true test of agility for those with the heart to try. This bouldering course was designed by Lazlo Krazkov to test even the best of cragsmen. For the person who wins this event, they will earn a 1500 mina prize! Long Distance Javelin Toss Every man, woman and child are invited to test their strength and accuracy by participating in this throwing competition. This test was created by the Hounds to train themselves but has proved to be a rather enjoyable sport as well. Prove your arm is the best, and you will take home a 1500 mina prize! King of the Hill Can you hold the hill and end up on top? If so, you will win 1500 mina and be crowned as King for a day! This will likely be the largest game of King on the Hill in the whole of Arcas, you will not want to miss it. [Disclaimer: Johnstown is not responsible for any injuries obtained during the above competitions, but medics will be on site for any in need.] Merchant Stalls If you wish to sell your wares at the Festival, please contact Lazlo Krazkov (Maize#0885) or Catherine Helvets (Koanda#1275). They will be provided free of charge in celebration of this great day! Special Invitations are sent to the following: His Imperial Majesty, Peter III of House Horen, as well as the entirety of the Imperial House Novellen His Royal Majesty, Sigismund II of House Barbanov, as well as the entirety of the Royal Household His Grace, Robert Castor of House Helvets, as well as the entirety of the Ducal Household OOC INFO This event will take place at 7PM EST on Saturday, the 30th of May Johnstown is North of Kaedrin, x: 460 y: -2000
  2. The first Princess of Rubern watches on from the skies, as she had for years. The turmoil that had rooted in the fertile lands of the Province grew out of control like weeds, resulting in countless deaths. She’d only shake her head, finally prying her gaze away from the land that had troubled her for so long.
  3. Catherine decides that the upcoming festival in Johnstown should be held in honor of this astonishing gift from GOD.
  4. Ester had roamed the Seven Skies for nearly two decades at this point, so long that she had seen many of those from her life enter into the new place she called home. Even in her comfort, she would find herself yearning to see those who had yet to arrive, Prince Otto being one. Taking on the Alimar name was one of the things she took most pride in during her life, regardless of the pain it brought. Through the hardship of her marriage, she was told time and time again by Otto and his kin that she was safe in Haense, that she had found a place to rest, a respite for her soul, and a family to call her own. With the old Alimar’s long awaited arrival it was finally her turn to repay the favor, meeting him just at the gates with a warm smile settled on her expression. “Welcome home, Otto.”
  5. Derma’Zok awkwardly smirks as she sees his demands, ready to follow the true Rex.
  6. Words Left Unspoken A young Charlotte Cecilia d’Arkent captured candidly writing within her study. The following pieces would be found throughout Charlotte’s many journals. The most honest of her thoughts, her regrets, her admissions, her heart, lived through her writing. Each page would be scattered with pooled ink spots where she lingered too long with her quill, and stray tears littering the words scrawled. For Daniel Louis Kyr. He didn’t even remember those three letters. I thought I meant more to him than that. The day he first showed me the library in his plans I nearly cried, and when it had finally been built, a physical place for my dreams to flourish, it exceeded every expectation I could have set. You helped me realize my dreams, but refused to allow me the ability to return the favor. I thought that of everyone, he would confide in me. I hurt too, every day, but… But I was never your solace before. I’m expecting too much, aren’t I? I try not to burden you, so why would you do that to me, someone you vowed to protect? You spend years trying to cushion my every fall, why would you reveal something like this to me? I screamed at you, I cursed you, I can’t believe I... How can I apologize, Danny? I’ll swallow my pride, I’ll quiet it however I can, I need to silence this constant whisper of guilt. For Peter Baldwin You’ve never been a sad person, not outwardly at least, but to see your smile today, to see you this colorful and alive. In that moment, I finally saw my brother’s heart heavy, so full that it spilled over. You were always the one who took care of me, day in, day out, an inseparable pair we were. Why did we lose that? Why didn’t I try harder to keep up with you? You were busy with the guard, and I was lost in my journals. But truth is, you always had time for me. I can only blame myself for losing you, & that realization... I never wanted to fall away from you, but it’s clear that I did this, our relationship dwindling was my fault. We’ve spent a thousand nights tangled up in silly stories, lost in our own world where nothing could touch us. Those are the nights I recount when I feel so terribly lost, I will always think of you. For Mary Philippa God, why is she so insufferable? Always better, always prettier. She is better though, isn’t she? Always elegant, gracious with everyone who isn’t me. Why do we hate each other, Mary? How did we fall apart like this, I never wanted it... but maybe you didn’t either. The plight of two daughters of a Duke living perpetually locked in this competition. We care not for ourselves or each other, just vying for the approval of everyone else, everyone who frankly does not matter. How pointless. I’ve pretended that I didn’t want you in my life, such a dense lie. I always wished to be something you could find happiness in, a sister that made you proud, maybe I still can... I’ll admit, when you first married Green, I thought of it as nothing more than a stunt, but the way he looks to you.. How could I have been so wrong? Even if your happiness stems from everyone but me, I will find a way to cope, as long as you are happy. For Charles Henry I could never tell if your humor stemmed from a place of love, or loathing of me. Honestly, I couldn’t blame you either way. Most find me abrasive, hard to cope with, but you, you always accept me with open arms. Whenever I speak to you, it’s as if we were raised together, as if our lives had never been disconnected. I always thought you would treat me differently, worse. That the distinction in our blood would cause you more pause but it never did. And now I wonder, what does that say of me? You are my brother, regardless of your other half. But have I proved that to you? Or have I left you thinking that I would, or could opt to live without you? You’ve completed us, Charlie, you’ve known us for so little in comparison and yet you’ve broken every barrier without attempt. We are not a family without you. I’m not whole without you. For (the only) John Sigismund I remember the day that I begged you to spy on dad and Leo because I so desperately did not want a husband. And of course you obliged, protecting me like you always did. My big brother swooping in to shield me from anything that could hurt me, real or imagined. All those times we spoke about what we would do when we were older, how you would adventure off and be the valiant knight who came to rescue us when we needed you. How you would fight for the defenseless. I so looked forward to hearing your tales, of hearing of the Princess’ you saved and enemies you struck down. Oh, how I wish to hear those stories today, but now I realize that having a wandering, noble brother means that you hardly have time to tell them… I miss you so dearly, John, where are you? For Alexander Joseph Your kindness has always struck me as one of the purest things I’ve seen. Someone who I could never even attempt to emulate, God, I’m far too rash. Maybe that’s why I pulled away from you, because there was so much about you that made me feel insecure about myself, a stupid plan when I think about it blankly. How could I learn when I hide? I hope you didn’t notice my hesitance with you, it’s not something you deserve. I regret it so much. I just.. I’m sorry Alex. I’m sorry I have never been the sort of sister for you to lean on. I am sorry I have never been the person for you to confide in. For Mother & Father Am I in the wrong? To live, fueled by resentment. It wasn’t something I wished to do, but there is no containing it. I am many things, but discreet is not one of those. To bite my tongue when there is so much poison in my mouth, I never could. Where do I put it? How do I cope with this? I hate to carry this around with me, taking it out on you with my every breath, to have formed into this cold of a woman. I’ll never say this to your faces, but I am sorry, deeply sorry. For Leo Is it possible to miss you more today than yesterday? That’s how it feels at least. But your name comes out of my mouth more now, and it doesn’t rip me apart each time. The years I spent with you, they shook my reality, destroying everything I had built in my head about you. The image of a Prince who loved himself more than he could ever love another. I only wish I could have seen that Prince meet his daughter. Those days talking endlessly about anything, everything. You warmed me more than any fire could, melting through my frigid self to find the girl trapped inside. When we do meet again, I don’t think I could be pried away from you. Once has been more than enough. With her last moments, Charlotte’s small frame would rest in her sister, Mary Phillipa’s arms, the last place she had expected to find comfort. Her weakened hands gripping onto the silky green fabrics, holding on as if it might help her remain. The panic flooding into her cold grey eyes, her fear laid bare as she gasped for air, trying to fight her fate with all she had left. With each cry, every tear, Mary would hold Charlotte tighter than before, offering soft murmurings of comfort. Charlotte’s mind was plagued with worry for her only child, but in Mary’s embrace, she knew that Catherine was safe. She would have everything, more protectors than any child could want, the unending love of each of her kin to fill the cup of the tiny Helvetii. “You will see Leo again.” Mary whispered to her, her voice carrying over the sound of the pouring rain around them, the words that soothed Charlotte’s terror. With that, her body still pouring crimson would finally fall limp, the last of her life flowing from her form. REQUIESCE IN PACE 1733 – 1761 Charlotte Cecilia d’Arkent Helvets Survived by her daughter Catherine Helvets, & her closest of kin, Charles Henry, Daniel Louis, Mary Philippa, John Sigismund, Alexander Joseph and Peter Baldwin
  7. Charlotte understood war, she spent endless hours reading through tomes that told of age old battles, and lovesick widows, but nothing prepared her for the reality of it. The news of his death reawakened a sense of guilt in her, looking toward the moon as a single tear rolled down her cheek... “I never did buy you that drink. I hope it’s alright to wait a little longer.”
  8. Ellan'drea Devione happened upon a loose missive on her way home to Renelia, a bright smile overtook her lips as she read over the parchment . El picked up the pace, nearly running to help prepare a place for the newcomers.
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  10. Ellan’drea Devione returned to her clan hall soon after reading the declaration, a thin smirk resting on her features as she began preparing for the war to come. “May Luara guide us.”
  11. Help Wanted! The Palace of Selm has become a place of jubilation! Both rambunctious and elegant, its grounds are home to not only the noble d’Arkents, but other noble guests. It is often visited by aristocrats from across the Empire, from Senators to Kings to Lords and Knights, and the demand for service has grown dramatically. The Duke of Sunholdt invites all those in keeping with the jovial affair of festival to apply to work for him and his family. The following positions are available: Servant A servant can take the form of a butler, maid, cook, or otherwise. Must be well mannered. Stablehand As Selm’s stables grow, so too does it need someone devoted to the training and care of the fine horses. Scholars & Tutors As the Library of Selm grows and it becomes a place of educational growth, there grows a need for those willing to assist with its expansion and institution. Wages can be discussed at the time of interview. Contact the following to be considered! John d’Arkent : TangoIsPointless Vespira d’Arkent: Marinaemily Mary d’Arkent : Ivorey Charlotte d’Arkent : Koander Daniel d’Arkent : Capace Alexander d’Arkent : Chaosgamer Peter d’Arkent : ErikAzog John d’Arkent : Pancakehz
  12. Ester would feel her sorrow for Mariya deepen once again. Remembering the woman who gave up on love for the good of her kin, and now to learn that her own betrayed her. “I never expected this of Milena, to lower herself for a snake of a man.” She’d comment from the Seven with distaste.
  13. RP Name: Charlotte Cecilia MC Username: Koander Discord: Koanda#1275 What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Oren Why Do You Wish To Come?: For one, I am a newer player and have never seen Athera. I think it would be really interesting to see a map different from Arcas for the first time. I also think it would lead to nice character development. What Skills Can You Bring?: Charlotte is an aspiring historian, and skilled with a bow. She’s witty, and intelligent. Her solutions to problems are usually out of the box. Also is somewhat knowledgable with medicine.
  14. Ester stands with a smile as she welcomes the King to the comfort of the Seven, a mug of Black at the ready for his arrival. ”It’s been quite some time, old friend. Long have you lived, and blessed are those who mourn your loss.”
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