Mescaffier

Viktoriya Bennett‘s gaze scanned the paper, a smile spreading across her complexion. ”This sounds fantastic! I’ll have to attend!” she hummed, preparing a Repondez s'il vous plait to send to Ms. Dubois.

Viktoriya picked up the leaflet as it was passed about in Helena, perking a brow. ”These Nordlings really don’t have much sense, now do they?” the child giggled, taking a sip from her tea. “You’d figure that, after their last loss, they’d at least wait a few more Saint’s days before their next embarrassment.”

Viktoriya Bennett scanned the leaflet for a moment, nodding. “Sounds fun! I’ll have to attend!”

MC Name: TheBelidleJR RP Name: Viktoriya Bennet Market Stand: Yes! (Interested in setting one up for the festival) Fish Slapper?: No Master of the Catch?: No

A piece of parchment was sent to the Academy of St. Catherine, bearing the following information. ___ Name: Viktoriya Bennett Age: 9 Requested Courses: Culture Concentrations [New Marian Language], Etiquette Concentrations [Orenian Revised Code (Law and Judiciaries), & Theology. ___

A small child picks up the missive, eagerly reading. “This sounds fun!”

Eleanora quietly chuckled reading the letter. ”They make themselves look like jokes.”

Greetings. Thank you for your audition, but, TheBullRider has been banned and I have no reason for wanting to carry on his bloodline (matriarch had a miscarriage, anyways). I’ll contact you in the future if anything ever opens up character wise!

Eleanora Harkness Jameson rose an eyebrow, glancing at the missive. ”My, my, Courland’s going against the Church? Barbarians... Killing a woman.”

Hey, Hugo! We’ll get in contact with you on Discord/Minecraft ASAP! Thanks for auditioning for Phillip!

Players Needed! Are you a new player or someone looking to find a new character to play? I am Ser William Jameson V (TheBullRider), and I have six characters available to play within House Jameson! *If a character has a [!] next to their name, it means they’re urgently needed to be played. There’s no specific order they’re in- only if they have the exclamation point next to their name are they important. You may change/experiment with personalities and aspirations: these are just extremely rough outlines for the characters! Victoria Jameson (Grandmother, 68 Years) Brief Personality: She believes she is higher than most people, claiming she has a lot of power than she truly has due to her late husband. Robert Jameson [!] (Uncle, 41 Years) Brief Personality: He is a kind and caring man who loves his family. In fact, most would call Robert a gentle giant. He is a well trained soldier, having fought for his brother in years past. Abigail Jameson (Aunt, 38 Years) Brief Personality: A kind and caring woman, who loves to bake. She wishes to become a royal chef someday- or, perhaps just open up her own bakery. Philip Jameson [!] (Cousin, 15 years) Phillip is now being played! Philip is a strong and hard headed young lad. He looks up to his eldest cousin, William V, and aspires to one day become a knight as he has. If things go well, Philip would become a Squire underneath his cousin, William. Elizabeth Jameson (Cousin, 11 years) Brief Personality: Being young, Elizabeth loves to explore and has a bubbly personality about her. This character’s development, like Jasmine, is mostly up to the player due to her age! Jasmine Jameson (Cousin, 8 years) Brief Personality: Her personality is up to the player, due to her age! Meredith Jameson [!] (Sister, 20 years) Brief Personality: She enjoys the company of her big brother, though they still have a sort of playful ‘sibling rivalry’. She has a loving and care-free spirit, but, would stand her ground upon meeting an opponent- both verbally and physically.

The Wedding is next Saint’s Day! Eleanora and William can’t wait to see you all there!

Lady Eleanora Harkness Jameson frowned, glancing up at the brutal display. “I’ve never met the man- though, this truly is a cruel way to display such hatred on a soul. Shame on whoever preformed this brutal act- And may GOD let him rest in peace.”

Union of the Wolf & Lion The Marriage of William Jameson V & Eleanora Harkness “Eleanora, my dear- may I ask you something?” A rough, deep-sounding voice asked. It was a pleasant day in Courland. The sun was high in the sky, its brilliance gracing the mortals below it with light. A couple sat on a grassy plain, looking up at the clouds with wonder and delight. Childish chuckles and back-and-forth banter filled the air: a woman, laden in a heavy dress, lined with furs, and a man, bearing a knight’s armor, were enjoying the cold weather and watching the sun set, not far from the city in which they lived. “Of course, my amore!” A femine voice chirped back. “Hrm…” William paused. “Would you mind helping me get up, first?” Eleanora nodded and shuffled towards him, helping him rise onto two feet- just for him to carefully bend down onto one knee. “I appreciate that, my love,” He smiled as he got down on one knee. “Remember our visit to the tavern, after we met?” “Like it was yesterday,” the woman chuckled, glancing up to the sky. Eleanora and William sat across from each other at a table, talking, the drunken chatter of bar goers and the quiet giggling of flirting sots loud around them. Their conversation went on and on- both seeming to never run out of things to be in awe of, nor to playfully gawk at. “I’m glad you want to become a doctor,” the man smiled up towards her. “I wouldn’t want you to be hurt. You’re much too important, Eleanora.” “Ah?” she tipped her head, her cheeks reddening. “If there is no medic, there is no army. Without one, men would simply fall and die on the battlefield. What leads a kingdom is its ruler, of course- but, also those skilled enough to heal to rejuvenate those who fall ill within the city.” “Oh, I suppose I misunderstood,” Eleanora grinned. “Indeed, they are important.” “You say you misunderstood me, what did you think I meant?” He questioned her further. The woman seemed stumped at first- or, rather, perhaps too sheepish to talk. “Nothing- I might just have a hearing problem of sorts,” she finally answered with a nervous laugh. “Perhaps I meant, you are too important for me to lose.” “Perhaps,” she echoed, gazing at him in wonder. “I truly did mean what I said,” William smiled. “Eleanora, ever since I met you that fateful day, my life has been changed. I strive for more in life now than Mina and fame.” Eleanora was gazing at him in the same surprised, flustered way as she had in the tavern. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “With one twist of fate, we met at Cloud Temple, and, only God knows why you took the offer to come with me to Courland to take a peek at the city. I can’t help but think… that it was on purpose. I’ll stop beating around the bush, now,” the man chuckled. “Eleanora, I want to be by your side for as long as I live- I want to make you a queen, and, my bride.” “Will you marry me?” A silence filled the air for a moment- and then, suddenly, Eleanora leaped up to her feet and wrapped him into a tight embrace. “Of course I will!” Save the Date! A marriage between Eleanora Harkness, of House Harkness, and William Jameson V, of House Jameson, will take place on the first week of The Grand Harvest, 1764, at Courland, inside the Cathedral of St. Emma! Who’s Invited? We primarily send our summons to: The good citizens of Courland and its vassals & allies, The good citizens of the Principality of Rosenyr and its vassals & allies, The good citizens of the Sovereignty of Talon’s Grotto and its vassals & allies, The good citizens of the Montdoom of Draknador and its vassals & allies. If your kingdom was not listed, fret not! You may still attend, there are no limits to whom can or cannot come. This is a ceremony to unite two families, and two hearts, into one. We want everyone to have fun! Signed, His Knightship, Ser William Jameson V, Captain of the Black Legion, Knight of House Gent, Patriarch of House Jameson,“Lord of Lions” Her Ladyship, Lady Eleanora Harkness, Matriarch of House Harkness, Head Medical Practitioner of the Black Legion, “Dame of Wolves”

Fenghou was hungrily downing cake upon cake, addicted. She wondered if he was putting hooka in the better- no way something could be so tasty!

Fenghou nodded, sharing the same opinion- herself being extremely free in Oren- as a ‘women’, and, as a Hou-zi. “Hrm... Fenghou didn’t know this was an issue,” she frowned.

Fenghou grinned, cracking her knuckles. ”Should be easy,” she murmured. “Who could possibly take on a gorilla in a fistfight? A human? Bah!” the Hei-zhu laughed thunderously.

Fenghou knitted her brows together, reading the paper from inside her home at the Bastille. What’ll happen to our Lord-Mayor? They’re... she thought, only to be put off track by a hound outside. Shaking her head, she got up and left to patrol.

A letter flutters down from the sky, and upon peering up, you’d see that a white owl circles above. For a few moments it remains in the air, and then swooped down, perching on a lamplight a few meters away. ” Greetings, Dele! I’m unsure if you remember me, but, I was your neighbor before the blessed capital was rebuilt. I’ve been in search of a job to try and raise my daily intake of mina to afford a family in the near future and I see this as a perfect opportunity! I’m a citizen of Laren’thilln and a disciple of the Illumiran. Of course, I have patience and I’m fairly physically fit- I once outran a patrol of Haensemen while travelling to the lost city of Arcadia with comrades. I have a few animals of my own, so, of course I’m not allergic, and I’ve been learning to cook as well! I don’t have much medical knowledge, but I hope to learn through the Eternal Library. If I sound like a good candidate for the job, please do get back to me! You’re a kind soul that I would be pleasured to work for. Sincerely, Vul’asul Leyu’talar, blessed citizen and disciple of the Ilumiran maehr'sae hiylun'ehya. ”

Well, despite what people are saying, I still think it’d be neat. Possibly a bit undercooked lorewise but I think it could make it in; I’d play one if it gets accepted! +1

A white, fine-feathered peahen arrived at the manor’s doorstep, its piercing icy gaze focused on the door waiting for one of the Maehr’tehral or their servants to take the letter. At the end of the RSVP, the missive was signed, -????? ????'?????

When I first arrived to the blessed Silver State, one of the first things someone had told me about was magic; the wonders, the peril. I was drawn in and curious of the art. I told them why I wanted to learn- only because it was interesting- and they shut me down. Now, I completely understand- and, now, I have a legitimate reason. I wish to protect and help progress the art, and, I wish to protect our blessed cihi from the impure and continue our supreme reign. Name: Celia Avilum ((MC Name)): TreeSmoothie Age: On the Brink of Sixteen (16) What magic are you trained in, if any?: None, for my age currently prohibits it. How do you lay claim to the fact that you are pure Mali'aheral? Thilln ito kae'leh. I am pure through body and mind- while my heritage may not be formally documented, my appearance shows. My bloodline is clean and untainted, as well as my mind. I strive for maehr'sae hiylun'ehya, and I hope that by learning my magic and reaching a higher level of knowledge that I can prove such. How long have you resided within Lareh’thilln? I am fortunate enough to have lived most of my life in the blessed silver state- for about 14 years, give or take. Will you follow the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya to the letter in the pursuit of arcane knowledge? To my highest capability. What magical knowledge do you wish to acquire, if any? Any form of magic is better than nothing; Arcanism, Evocation, Chi; I will appreciate any knowledge given to me. Ahern ito nae'leh for reading. I hope you consider my application.

Irith glanced around as she entered Brandybrook, having had been drawn in by the talk of what happened. ”Right... That big eel. I wonder what ate it?”