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Mali’ah Enrique prepares her wedding dress as she is to marry the love of her life. “Peace is such a gift in times of war, let us hope the trinity brings us happiness!”

Nikoletta clapped her hands together with much excitement at the idea of fair. “Si, I shall be there and-a I will pull the-a sword!”

Nikoletta Sofia Varoche seemed to recall the time she delivered a letter to the Prince. He had given her 3 WHOLE mina for the delivery. To a 12 year old girl that was almost like 100 mina!

Young Nikoletta Sofia frowns as she hears the news. Not quite understanding what death was in the first place. “War is-a foolish!” She said quietly under her breath.

I think VIP should get more perks since some of them were removed. More renames. More renames! ?

Anastasia Lanova gazes upon this declaration. She gave a little scoff. “Typical Demetrio, stirring up trouble wherever he goes!” She’d let out a deep sigh before returning to reading.

the city built on dreams ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ As the sun sets on Arcas, you can see the people of Thyra tirelessly build. Their sweat drips from their temples as the hot Sahara sun seems to beat down on them. Much like watchful eyes, seeing if they can withhold the pressure. The people scoffed at the citizens, calling them hopeless dreamers, with no future. The laughs of the people were nothing but fuel for the Raja and his people. Fueling their desire for greatness and success. Time ticked by. Each day passing meant that they were inching more and more to the grand opening of the tranquil city. With each second, pushing them to work harder days, longer nights. For a brief moment, The Raja who even helped countless hours as well, turned to look at what they had built. He felt the pressure as the voices of the people who did not believe whispered in the wind. Though he had not said a word, a panic set in. The orange and pink sky began to rose, tinting the sand in the city to look like jewels. A hand touched his shoulder and a soothing voice was heard. It was the most graceful Asha, who motioned to the city from atop the palace wall. “Look, Uncle. Look at what we have created. We may not have respect from the outside but we have better, Jewels, Uncle, farther than the eye can see.” The Raja then knew, there was no way he would go back to darkness of the outside world. How could he when he was surrounded by the LIGHT of his people? ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇

Namaste, Worldly Beings of Arcas. A city of peace and prosperity has risen. Thyra of 1714 [!] Entering the city the smell of spices hits your nose. [!] The sound of bustling trade and citizens laughing can be heard quietly throughout the streets. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the palace sits the Raja on a throne made by his adorning people. Benevolent, wise, elegant. Words used to describe Thyra’s ruler. Men, women, and children cheer in the streets of the beautiful city, honoring him. The Raja of Thyra comes to speak with his people, who wish simply for leave and comfort. Standing next to him is the Noble Emir and the Graceful Asha. His most excellent majesty raises his hand, waving away any fear that the people had. The city got quiet waiting for him to speak. The suspense was riveting as his emerald green eyes gazed over the crowd. Then he spoke. “People of Thyra. We have been granted by the great Gods, Land farther than your eyes can simply see. We shall build from the ground. Using our ambitions and the Trinity to guide us, We will build the greatest city in Arcas!” The citizens clapped and cheered their hearts out, excited for change. No longer were they a victim of the war and hatred of the world. Instead they would live their life in comfort and tranquility. OOC Information: We are accepting help and new citizens to join our new land and ranks. DM me for Discord

Anastasia began to help Madallaine set up for the special day, since she was indeed the maid of honor. Her heart was overwhelmed with happiness seeing her matchmaking finally helped Matthias to be wed.

Do you do humans? ?

Anastasia scoffs and lets out a slight laugh. “Traitors get what they deserve, and in the end the real monsters will be shown no mercy from the Creator.”

Anastasia felt only hatred in her heart as she sat on the street with her only 11 month old babes. She wondered if the so holy Empire of Man would burn in damnation just like the fire they set to Ves and the Adrian’s who burned with their city. “How could they say they slaughtered no citizens yet the blood of the innocent has decorated their swords like jewels.” She mumbled as she tried to soothe her soot covered children.

As Anastasia put her new born babes into bed, she scowled and thought to herself. “Why must we build another palace, when the duke already has one in Haense”

Anastasia gazed upon the invitation with a smile placed upon her lips. She felt nothing but pure joy and happiness for her dear friend Emigliana. “Love is such a beautiful thing that god has graced upon us” she whispered holding the invitation close to her heart.

Anastasia felt something she scarcely felt since the tensions arose, and that was hope. As she sat in her empty home she prayed that Haense would be the saving grace for Adria and it’s people while she gazed upon the painting of her dear fiancée, Demetrio di Montelliano. “Come back soon, my love” she whispered softly.

Anastasia reads over the pamphlet. Her eyes glaze over with tears after reading about the death wish upon her fiancee.