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Bandit Queen Elsil’Ceru grumbles, crumpling up the missive and tossing it into the fire. “How original.”

Oddly, the young Adalia Morovar did not shed a single tear for her fallen father. Rather, she stared off into the distance in disbelief. While her demeanor remained stoic as ever, thoughts raced through the youth's mind. What was she to do now?

Aviana von Draco shoves a flyer into the hands of a passerby. “Vote Wings!”

+1 would be a great addition to the team :)

An Abrupt Union

12th of the Amber Cold, 1898

[!] A sketch depicting the marriage of Aviana and Gregory.

[!] Wedding bells reverberate throughout the city of Mardale as servants hastily scurry about to prepare for the festivities. Papers are heaved onto the streets from an unfamiliar individual mounted atop his bedraggled mule. The parchment soaring throughout the roadways and eventually making their way to all the realms of men. Overweight pigeons erupting from the embellished architecture, observed documents enveloped about their legs. The common folk of the many Kingdoms exchanging pleasantries, the news soon being common knowledge to one and all!

The noble families of Draco and the not-so noble family of Walden have come together to announce the matrilineal union between Lady Aviana von Draco and Gregory ‘Wings’ Walden. This sacred and joyous occasion will be held in the Church within the city of Mardale. All people of Almaris are invited to attend. Following the ceremony, a feast will be held at Castle Eichenwalde, thanks to the hospitality and grace of Prince Loran von Draco.

HER LADYSHIP, Aviana von Draco

Gregory 'Wings' Walden of Petra

Aviana von Draco cleared her throat softly, before reciting the missive aloud to Wings.

favorite rustler memory?

“I can’t believe Charlie would send undead to attack the Acreans!” Sofya von Draco exclaims in horror!

A Bird in Flight

Following the untimely passing of both fiance and father, Aviana von Draco had found herself in a period of intense mourning. Family and friends alike had assured her that she would recover in due time, though they were wrong. While time may mend a broken heart, it is no cure for a lack of purpose. 

While she dearly grieved her late fiance, she knew that it was not yet her time to settle down and take on a domestic lifestyle. After all, there was still learning to be had, adventures to be experienced. So, she packed her essentials. 

After dutifully saying her goodbyes to her loved ones, she set off, her magnificent steed galloping through the gatehouse of Karosgrad. Off she went, soaring towards a new chapter in her life. No longer a simple nestling, she was now a bird in flight. 

The widow of the great Lord Argus wept for the man she had dedicated herself to for four long decades. All that time, and she never knew. She never would know that the man she loved with all her heart had betrayed her. Betrayed her for a girl younger, prettier, no doubt. A girl who was not worn with age and battle scars from the wars she had fought with Argus; for Argus. All she could do now was lament the loss of her husband. The man she had given seven children. The man who brought out her true potential. The man she would never see again.

Elsil'Ceru gives a stamp of approval to her successors. 

"I can't believe he would Defy our trust like this" says Daphne Dabber with a frown.

Sofya von Draco couldn't help but smile the sun's smile upon hearing word of the successful assassination. The man who had tormented her since youth was finally dead, and at the hands of her own son. "A Romstun always gets revenge," she remarked, prideful of her kin's triumph.

Where's the 2022 pvp blogpost?

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"I didn't know Chancellor was a heriditary title," remarked Sofya Romstun from the comforts of Crestwatch Keep. "I do hope the apple falls far from the tree; for Sedan's sake."

Stepping outside of Crestwatch Keep that morning, Sofya Romstun retrieved a neatly folded letter addressed to her husband and their family. It didn't take her long to understand the bleak purpose of the letter. "She was a true war hero. I hope my daughters will aspire to be like her."

I like the 4k-4k size map. Also put CT on a small island directly off the mainland. 

“We really made the impossible possible, huh?” Sofya Romstun remarked to her kin the following Saint’s Day. 

"Oh no! Anyways..." says the pious Sofya Romstun.

Sofya Romstun flips through a history book summarizing the countless wars fought between Canonists throughout the last ten Saint’s Years. “What changed?” 

Moments following the fight’s conclusion, Sofya Romstun checked her pocket watch. “Two minutes and 45 seconds. That was quick.” 

Sofya Romstun returns victoriously from battle, having taken hardly a scratch. 

Sofya Romstun cackles. "That's that."

Princess Sofya de Joannes Romstun von Draco of Sedan, Lady of Crestwatch, Captain of the Greyguard, Champion of Arichsdorf, and Slayer of Daelish celebrates her third victory against Daeland.