TheCapybara

If only I was not broke with no mina! I adore your art Trinn, literally so stylistic and smooth!

"I unironically say this Mother, THANK GOD! He is dead!" An adult Tsecsar told his mother while they planned out the new Tsecsar home. @TreeSmoothie

Amazing work Sedan! You are such GOATS!

Listen, self reflection is the first step of showing maturity. Gecko knows he had done his wrongs. I think it is only right for Gecko to be allowed another chance on the server. As well, being able to apologize takes guts and is extremely brave, because in the end they know that not everyone will forgive him and will experience exclusion from others. It never hurts to give someone another chance, because we as people are always growing and messing up.

Tsecsar Couples Counseling “The Lies In Paradise’s” By a unknown Savoyardic painter (1800) It is known throughout history, couples, most of the time have a certain event which pushes the two partners who once loved each other to despise one another and even attempt to harm the other to get revenge. Which then typically leaves an emotional scar on the children of the couple or gives anguish to both sides of the conflicting spouses (or partners), which in the end is only causes more injury for both parties and others, such as the children of the partners, relatives, and etc. A while back, I remembered when I was about, thirty, I spoke with a fellow traveler while I lived a nomadic life style. We talked and talked, about how one should live their lives and how one should take care of themselves mentally and physically. Then I realized. Perhaps they need someone to help them go through these proles, a counselor, someone who could help couples go step by step and untangle misunderstandings or wrong doings. Because shouldn't all people at least try or attempt to solve squabbles? End the suffering these partners burden with each other? Today I, Saevil Tscsar, announce the opening of the Tscsar Counseling Services hosted in Peter's Way One, the services sponsored by the Halcourt Family. My services will be disclosed and will not be released to any gossip columns for moral reasons or will it not be disclosed to anyone who asks, again, because of morality. My services also extends beyond counseling, my services will also include normal counseling and familial counseling. I will not accept couples if one side is unwilling to participate in the session. If one of the partners is abusive I will have to report such to your receptive governments. Anyone who confesses a murder or any crime I will have to report to your receptive governments. Additionally, if unwilling to come to Providence for international reasons such as religious schisms or if the country you come from is at war with Oren, I am more then willing to come to your own desired location. To all who find this in good health, Saevil Tsecsar [!] Below would be a sheet for people to fill out times for appointments and their reason.

The Denouncement Of The Aggression Between Asterland And Greenland 12th of the Sun’s Smile, 1853 “The Brothers” by Helen of Susa (1772) To the Countess of Greenland and the Prince of Asterland I hope this public notice finds the both of you in good health. I am quite concerned and frightened by the conflict between the two child nations within Oren. I hope both rulers will be able to peacefully with grace, negotiate terms for peace. Where both sides will admit their faults and then forgive and forget. As in the end, we are all Orenian and try to seek to find comradeship with our fellow Orenians united under our divine monarchs, their Imperial Majesties, Philip III and Anastasya of Kostiz. So I plead for Katerina de Sarkozy and Nikolai Othaman to stop this fighting at once and come to negotiate terms for peace. Where mentioned once more, both rulers will put aside their pen and ink or, their blades to seek peace. The negotiations, if accepted by both sides! The negations will be mediated by yours truly, Héloïse Thérèsa Halcourt de Artois. Alone will we negotiate in a room within my family's house within the capital, where the forces of Greenland and Asterland will await for the negotiation results outside of the manner. GOD WITH US, Héloïse Thérèsa Halcourt de Artois

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"Hell no." The last known Heiress of House Seregon would exclaim while she relaxed on the beaches of Ulyssa, having a nice glass of Carrion Black near her while she tanned under the gleaming sun as a cold breeze would pass near. Later, the 'aheral would crumple up the article and throw the piece of paper into the glittering sapphire seas, then going back to relaxing.

"What? The famous family of Napier? The ones who commit heresy and has romances with ORCS?" A Savoyard guardswoman would exclaim in excitement with a grin while she let loose out a thunderous laugh throughout the palace.

“I see nothing wrong with Savoyards and Imperials being allies considering that a united humanity at this point is better. Besides, our prince hadn’t embrace any Orenian ideals. The orenians will embrace the ideals and morals of Savoy.” The demoness of south bridge exclaimed to her dearest friend, Melisandra de Falstaff, in the tavern of San Luciano, while keeping a tight grip on the printed article.

*copies and paste the NFT*

Rest In Peace accurate Dynamap, time to go to the savage ages! Edit : Finally it is updated!

"All I wish for Krugmas..." Roberta answered aloud while in the Palace gardens within San Luciano, after reading the massive. "All I want for Krugmas- is my brother to gain his sanity- back. Even though I hate him. I wish he was my brother again. Not a cruel and horrible man." The matriarch of House de Chalons then finished her thought with a frown, looking towards a sketch of herself with her two brothers in their adolescences, with their mother and father inside of the former estate of House de Ravensburg located in Aeldin. After the woman looked at the small sketch for a while, she'd throw the sketch into the pond- walking off. Knowing her wish could never come true . . .

"He must be blind- I am no longer Roberta de Ravensburg, Roberta Jrent at all, I am- Roberta de Chalons." The Matriarch of House Chalons would comment to herself while gleefully searching for a new home within San Luciano, having a bright and large smile shining from her her face. The woman seeming to be entirely fine with this 'declaration' from her elder brother.

"God bless my new sister in-law... she will need it with him... thankfully I will come. Not for him, for her... she will need it. After such, I will never see him again" Roberta de Ravensburg would comment towards herself with a sorrowful tone, the woman fully moving into her new home within Savoy. The woman in distress, but kept herself up through these trying times.

The Demoness of Southbridge, would gleam with pride for her accomplishments of the mentioned battle, while reading this after her medical treatment by the generous Orenian medics, tending to her wounds.