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"His Imperial Majesty takes to health once more," Junco murmured, gaze slipping over the missive. It arrived atop a pile of mail, some about extended warranties on carriages. Her focus split from the missive momentarily, counting out a measure of Drake's Tail, the Avistran continuing in her potion creation. "GOD is good and kind. His light graces the Imperial family, knowing we must focus our attentions on the spawn of the dark."

[!] The missive has been distributed throughout the Empire and its vassals. ALCHEMIST SEEKING EMPLOYEE Anno Domini 15th of Owyn’s Light, 656 A.A. GATHERER AND TASK DO-ER This missive is penned today in search of someone I can assign tasks to, primarily the gathering of herbs, the finding of rare books and for the occasional delivery. I am based within the Empire, of the Margravate of Avistra. Requirements: Basic literacy; if this is a problem, I am willing to teach. The willingness to travel about the realm to gather what is needed A darkspawn test will be conducted to assure the safety of those involved What is Provided: Common potions shall be provided as payment, open to negotiation as to the contents A horse and its feed for travel should one be needed A place to rest should one be needed If interested, send a bird to Junco Wingriff [tadabug2000] through the aviary. Deo Volente, Her Ladyship, Junco Cassandra Wingriff, Lady of Avistra, Heiress to the Barony of Grpyhon’s Roost and Squire of Dame Zilvira Nightblood

Junco read the missive, though she and the Avistrans knew this was coming since two courts ago. Her Nonno deserved his rest, his retirement and now he would get it. There was a hint of sadness there, but excitement prevailed above all. What would this new age of Avistra bring? "Forward Avistra." The words are firm, a smile forming unbidden on the girls features.

Aww, you're still a baby LOTCer :> Hmmm, a question for you.. Are you a goofy goober? As for an actual question, what actually made you found your all favorite family, the Helfgotts?

FISTICUFFS IN THE MUCK Anno Domini 9th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 654 A.A. A fisticuffs in the muck. LAW OF THE WILD The tour ended by the market stalls, merchants hawking their wares. General conversation turned to mounting tension, the taller of the duo looking down upon the guide. “Bigger wins in the wild.” A thinly veiled threat. The Wingriff’s palm settled on the pommel of her arming blade out of habit. “Don’t imply laws of the wild, lest you’re willing to get that experience quick.” Another comment had a smile sharpening her features. “I’m not in the habit of punching Serfs.” CHALLENGE Rylond challenged her. Junco had a habit of cutting people down to size. Unable to ignore a challenge, following the dogma her Templar father raised her with, she asked the terms. “Fisticuffs. No armor. Tap-out.” Simple to follow, the boy tacking on a bet in an attempt to get ahead in life. “I win, you teach me sword fighting.” He didn’t have the skill, nor the teachings. With no skill of his own to trade, he had to relent to labor. “And I win, you serve me for a year. Quickest way to get experience and learn not to piss everyone off.” FISTICUFFS IN THE MUCK The ever-constant rain of old Avistra met them in the square. Witnesses idled by the side, the Wingriff peeling away armor and weaponry for her younger brother to look after. They gauged each other's stance, one with fists heavy as a bear and the other with movements learnt from the blade. It began with a feint, lunging after as a fist cracked the boy's face. Blow for blow, feint, weave, jab, more towards the former then the latter. Mud sucked down boots, rain plastering hair, until a series of unpausing blows left no room for breath and sent Rylond into the muck. The Wingriffs knee sank against his chest, kneeling into him with a single warning. “Tap-out.” He managed to tap her knee. Junco Wingriff assisted Rylond up. Afterall, size has nothing to do with might.

Oh my gosh, just watched the video and died laughing. I miss playing with the Qali boys. May need to do so again

Junco learned of her claimed Uncle's passing. The man who taught her father, who listened patiently as she rambled on about the monsters she'd one day be old enough to fight. Chosen family. She loved him dearly. Race nor creed mattered not. He was simply her Uncle. Her friend. The man who held stories of greatness and had no trouble in telling her of them. "-oh.." The young girls words came quiet, her normal excitement of the day fading to a dull hum. "I had so much to tell him still. I wanted to show him my new weapon, I," Her teeth ground, gaze dropping away to look anywhere else. "..I'm going out for a bit."

Junco Wingriff cries, as she is made to read the lengthy history of the house.

Junco Wingriff, once Altwegg, prepares for the coming move. The heiress of Gryphon's Roost anticipates this next stage in life with great excitement. The few dresses she owned are packed, dusty, old farm boots on her feet and her true wealth, her growing weapons store, is cared for and checked with practiced movement. "Forward Avistra." --- Giulia of Avistra was part of the expedition. Two years spent in unfounded lands, shortly after the sudden death of her grandfather. She spent that time growing, learning, and putting her skills to good use. Being the only person with medical knowledge in the party led to much of her time being filled with the caring of wounds, and raising of herbs in new terrain. "Grandpapa, I wish you were here for this."

Giulia of Avistra had been stepping up to assist her aging grandfather down the steps, fingers mere inches away from his arm, when he went crashing down the steps. A cry stuck in her throat, rushing for him, but the Apothecary knew he was gone. Grief swallowed her, and intent on carrying on his legacy, she made her plea to go on the coming expedition. To carry on his legacy, yes, but also to get away from the memories of the smithy.

Once Junco Altwegg and now Junco Wingriff, the now heiress of a Barony found she had a great deal to plan and study for. She could only hope to make her family proud.

THE AVISTRAN SCOUTS Issued from the Seat of Altwegg, Under GOD and Empire Anno Domini 17th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 649A.A. The issued quest. FEED THE SOLDIERS It was as I was meeting with the Scouts, making slingshots with crafts supplies, that we, the Avistran Scouts, received a letter from Ser Merle Altwegg-Winburgh. Earlier in the day, Ser Merles squire was kidnapped by over one hundred rat-men, and taken away. The Avistran levy gathered quickly once summoned, and rode out for rescue. They have now set up a camp, and have a lack of food. It is our job, as the scouts, upon their request to make food and bring it safely over to them. [A post in response to a letter! We’ll do a bit of cooking chaos with rolls, likely end up poisoning the levymen.. and then deliver it!] Deo Volente, Her Ladyship, Junco Cassandra Altwegg, Lady of Avistra

THE AVISTRAN SCOUTS Issued from the Seat of Altwegg, Under GOD and Empire Anno Domini 17th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 649A.A. An Avistran Scout. THE AVISTRAN SCOUTS The idea for this came to me from seeing the children of the Empire freezing in the face of conflict, of not knowing how to make a simple meal, what to look for in avoiding trouble or even how to read. It is with this in mind that I found the Avistran Scouts, intent on teaching and learning alongside others, whether Serf or Noble. SCOUTS TEACHINGS Basic values and skills will be taught, and I welcome those well-versed in these topics to letter me. First aid, simple cooking, herb knowledge, how to spot danger, and other matters. It is my wish for all to be safe and to learn to help themselves until help can arrive. Each learned skill earns a braided coord, each colorful and added onto the Scouts wristlet. SCOUTS RANKINGS Junior Scout A junior scout is a potential scout, witnessing the classes and learning the basics. The earning of three coords earns them their promotion. Scout The scout is the role the majority holds, learning and taking part in classes and field trips with parental permission. Only by being recommended can they become a senior scout. Senior Scout Senior scouts take lead among those gathered and lead by example, showcasing good values and learned skills. Troop Leader A troop leader, whether temporary for teaching or otherwise, is an adult teaching or leading in a class or fieldtrip and ranks highest. SIGN-UP Deo Volente, Her Ladyship, Junco Cassandra Altwegg, Lady of Avistra

Junco Altwegg invitation had been received. She'd befriended Aurelie at an Silasian hunt, followed by a sleepover, and the penning of subsequent letters. Nonetheless, the Avistran knew she'd need to see whether she could visit Alba. Afterall, her family was not necessarily welcome within its confines.

Can you Help me? Issued from the Seat of Altwegg, Under GOD and Empire Anno Domini 11th of Dragon’s Roar, 647A.A. The bloodied walkways of Avistra. Can you Help me? A simple phrase, with varying meanings. Those of the dark, of Iblees, love to use this most on unsuspecting children. “I am looking for my friend. Can you help me?” “Can you help me? I’m lost.” “Can you help me?” The first time this happened, they knew things about me and my family. Enough to convince me they are a family friend in need of help. I did everything right, checking they were a trusted adult, but how could someone know in the face of a fount of information? I would have followed them, too, if not for the timely arrival of my father and brother back home. Fool me once, shame on you. Other times, someone stepped in before something could happen, as the dark came in search of malice and destruction. Today, as I’d readied to attend the Imperial Wedding, and stepped out to enjoy the Avistran sun, that same question came from a strange woman. No name, no trust, no familiarity. “Can you help me?” “Me? No, but my Padre can.” First came the Darkstalker, second came the Vampyre. Each leaving blood stained in leather and breath barely hanging on. So, I pen this today, to tell any more spawn of the dark, the scourge of Iblees, no, I will not help you. I will pity you, for having lost what is good and light under GOD and that of which is life. To silence you is what us Altweggs will give, because it is what you deserve. Peace as you are struck down, and rent beneath the dirt, all given potential gone for turning to that of the dark. That is our mercy. I will pray, for if there are any souls left in these rotting bodies, they surely need the assistance. Deo Volente, Her Ladyship, Junco Kassandra Altwegg, Lady of Avistra