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A Recounting of the Inferi War Battle of the Arts, Blast from the Past Submission Princess Esmae Bint Saqr Al-Nabeel The past flew away from her like the desert sands she loved so, grasping at memories that are long gone as the elder woman often wondered what could have been different. The desert heat had always been a dear friend to the Princess. The sands clung to her, a comfort in even the hardest times. How she missed them now. The image that stood at the forefront, even as she grasped at others, not wishing to remember, was always the Inferi War. It always began like a feverish dream, blurry and unfocused until it became so clear, she could swear that she was there all over again. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Night had come to the Sultanate and Elmirah Esmae bint Qamar Al-Nabeel had found herself at the side of a man she found herself coming to love. He wouldn’t have been the first to ask the Sultan for her hand in marriage and what she wouldn’t know was that he wouldn’t be the last either. The man, lanky and tall, seemed to know her well despite their brief chats. A gift of a telescope, sitting within the Al-Faiz square, large and gleaming, and all for her. Esmae has always been a scholar, and for a woman that was often logical and often found herself feeling nothing, her heart thumped oddly against her chest. That night, she stood at the telescope beside a man who’s name she could not even remember all these years later and looked to the stars. -- That was the night it all began. How the sky twisted and shook, streaks of color flashing past it. It mesmerized those who watched, the timing so impeccable as right as she pressed herself to the telescope, it began. A year of darkness followed. Sunlight unseen during this time. There were times she tried to remember what the desert sun felt like, all too cold within the warmth of her sands. If only that was all, she could have lived with that but it wasn’t. -- Reports of a camp outside their home came in, attacks on their soldiers. And so the soldiers went, they’d fight and they’d lose. Inferi, they called them. Demons of all sorts, large and small. Some akin to bugs, others akin to people. At first, the woman was excited. She spent so long studying scorpion venom, architecture and other odds and ends. She could be a true scholar now, doing what she wished to do all along. Study creatures. And so an order was put out, seemingly simple enough. Get the Princess a creature to dissect and study. Until one is had, she’d visit every settlement, every nation and interview those who encountered them. Learn their numbers. Their strengths. Weaknesses. And yet, with each interview, something new always came. Larger numbers. New types of creatures. More dead. A day had come, a chance to be able to study one of these beings. Soldiers surrounded the bridge, a creature upon the middle in its last throes of life as it was brought down. The Princess was too late. An Inferis body never stayed long, it is why she was never able to study one before. The soldiers thought it dead but she knew better from the gathered information. She’d shout out, scream but not soon enough. The Inferi exploded. Soldiers dead, curious civilians dead. That excitement of being able to study something new, it died. How she wished to go back to the days of studying scorpions, of collecting books but that wasn’t to be. -- The war continued. Groups, nations and the like had come and gone as they’d attempt to stop these beings from taking over. As those lost, the Inferi would set their sights on Al-Faiz after each group gave their attempt and more would die. There came a time when she begged, an odd sight for a Princess, for these groups to stop. The Inferi grew more powerful with each death, let us plan, let us not give them strength. It was for naught. -- The man that was with her at the beginning, he was there for some time. And she can remember still the face of another man, one she’d come to truly love, who she’d given a tour during that first month of darkness. Despite everything, the death, her family being torn asunder, she’d begun to find love. -- Time went on, battle after battle fought. Family member after family member dead. She once had a large family. The family reunions growing up were always chaotic and fun, how they’d visit Sutica in their vacation home. Host feasts within the palace. Her family now dwindled to but a few. Her friends she’d come to love and care for, only one remained. And yet, it wasn’t enough for the Inferi. It never was. -- That final battle or what she thought to be, was the worst. Ferried to an island, meant to wait with the other women and children, as their men and soldiers, allies and friends fought for their city. Her cousin dead. How she loved him dearly. Babies taken. Her people enslaved. What little people escaped, she tended to in the clinic, desperate as her gaze went over each face. They weren’t there. Very few were there. -- Plans were made at camp. Esmae provided what knowledge she had, shared her notes from experience, from the interviews she’d taken. The first man, the one she could no longer remember the name of, he’d disappeared before the final battle. Perhaps dead or perhaps cowardly. The second, she planned with and shared the occasional smile. A light in the ever-pressing darkness. And so the men went once more, the Princess kneeling upon the hard ground as she prayed. How she prayed. It should have been simple, a reconnaissance mission. But the soldiers, the men, they saw a chance. Inferi guarding a caravan. It should have been supplies, for all intents and purposes, nothing gave it away as anything else. But as the caravan lit, flames crackling and smoke drifting, the screams of women and children sounded. Slaves of the Inferi, the Princess’s people, the Qalasheen burning alive. -- The secret wasn’t kept. The man she loved told her and she had to tell her cousin. Her cousin's baby was taken in the chaos. How her lovely daughter may be dead. Broken, hope draining, she whispered broken words to the man she loved. Of forgiveness. That next day, her cousin's body was delivered by wheelbarrow. Jumped from the roof, the soldiers said. And still yet, she tried. For her people, her family, the man she loved, her friends. -- Amongst this all, what had been meant to be a light in dark times, a figure approached the Sultan. He asked for her hand in marriage, only to be given a trial, one seeming near impossible: “Free the Qalasheen and you may marry my Niece.” Against all odds, against every loss, every death, everything her people had been faced with, the trial had succeeded. A great mission, people freed. The motion of using bolt cutters to free her people from their chains will forever echo through her ears, her heart, her mind. -- Yet, it had always been said a Farfolk woman will have troubles of the heart. A story as old as time. Against all odds, a fisherman freed thousands of slaves and gained the permission to marry the last Princess of Al-Faiz. Her cousin's daughter, found within the arms of an elderly woman against all possible doubt. Hope. Finally, there was hope. Happiness bloomed, and as he called her aside, a smile formed only to dampen, heart stuck in her throat. He’d gotten a woman pregnant. And for that, they cannot marry. -- And so she’d lost her love. Her family. Her city. Her friends. She’d tended to the injured and sick, waving away a freed man who followed her, insistent on repaying a debt. -- She walked the desert sands once more. Felt the heat of the sun. And yet, everything was different. Her home in ruins. Her people starving, exhausted and traumatized. How she wished to be studying scorpions. To be leading tours of Al-Faiz. Running away from guards for a moment of privacy. For life to be so simple once more. These memories blew away like the sand, falling through her fingers as she looked out at the sandy hills of a new land, eyes blurred and unfocused. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Upon seeing the Blast of the Past theme, I had to! The RP on her was all very intense, and the Inferi war was something in history. Thank you to any who read this!

IGN: tadabug2000 Category: Creative Writing Work: A Recounting of the Inferi War by Princess Esmae Bint Saqr Al-Nabeel of Al-Faiz

With the previous collection of the Silken Lily, Feeling Fruity, dwindling down to a few sparse items - the Silken Lily has seen fit to announce their next collection in celebration of the owners wedding and the upcoming weddings in Balian! Peruse a variety of items, each limited in quantity and some coming as a one-of-a-kind! ❧☙ ❃ A Brides Happy Tears Handkerchief ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ The Balian Waterfall Picnic Blanket ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ The Bumble Bee Baby Blanket ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ The La Sorella Basilica Tapestry❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Something Blue Floral Coin Purse❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Mister Coaster❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Miss Coaster ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Colorstone Bouquet Pin ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Wedding Bliss Hairstick ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Felt Wedding Bouquet ❃ ❧☙ As of this announcement, the Balian Weddings Collection can be found within the Vuiller Bazaar within Balian! Please do enjoy! Signed, Her Excellency, Lady Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller, heiress to the County of Aquilae, Procurator of the Grand Duchy of Balian, Lady Chamberlain of the Palati Monterosa, etcetera.

Lady Johanne Vuiller smiled the sun's smile. Lady Marcella Ludovar played with her doll, unaware of the other side due to the practically non-existent threat.

Aobh Black'hil, daughter of Astrid and just barely all of six years old, began to cry. She buried her face in her knighted plushie, Ser Peek, sniffling and wailing as she hadn't known where her Mama had went before that and now she was gone forever. She didn't want her tiara, she wanted her. And she did not want a new Mama!

"If I did see a familiar face, it would not remain familiar for long." She'd offer her mother a smile, though her tone betrayed the iciness to her words.

Lady Marcella Ludovar, only seven years in age, helped her dear friend Guile Serdio with the creation of arrows in his forge. She'd smile the sun's smile, happy to have found something she's beginning to excel at as she'd lift her most recent work with pride. "E-ea did et, Firr Guile!" @Jenkins0311 Lady Johanne Vuiller oversaw the workers, ensuring leather and food will be in abundance and sending those out on trips to the mine. With her first thirteen years of life having been filled with war, she's all too aware of what may be needed. Order forms are sent out, ordering in potions, medical supplies and otherwise.

Lady Marcella Ludovar, a mere seven years old shivered on the benches as she watched the trial take place for the captured enemy. Words of "pagan" "monster" and the like were whispered around her, only causing her trembling to worsen. The whole sight terrified her. Lady Johanne Vuiller perked a blonde brow at the news, having been speaking with someone on leather income, alongside an influx of meat coming soon to help as provisions for the war.

Lady Marcella Ludovar adjusts her dolls yellow sarafan, having seen yet another missive about Hoonse and having yet to find where to sign up. She'd sigh, though soon perking up as she saw her brother roll in, smiling his way. "Eja! Did vy vant to play, Borsa?" The young girl held up her wooden-painted doll with hopeful eyes.

Anna Bishop, wife to Ariovistan looked the notice over with interest before her gaze slid to her children. They'll need proper attire for the event, this will constitute relations with other houses and is an important manner. Setting the notice down, she'd plan what may be needed for the event, including what to bring.

[!] A notice from Excitor would have been nailed to varying areas about Karosgrad and allied nations. ▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩ Upon the recent announcement from the palace, on tutoring, I have decided to host a series of interviews so as to ascertain a tutor for my children that fit my requirements. With this in mind, as the Matriarch of House Bishop, I am seeking a tutor to teach my children and the next generation of the Bishop household. Pay will be discussed upon meeting, alongside what your qualifications may be. The ability to be a live-in tutor is an option, though it will not be enforced if you have your own residence. ▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩ Signed, Lady Anna von Amador Karolina Bishop, Matriarch of the Bishop Household.

Lady Johanne Vuiller looked over the selection of poetry with a growing smile, having been reading them alongside her cousin, one such Lady Laurelie Vuiller. Reading the final poem, her smile grew into a grin. "Laurie! Isn't it just lovely? I do love poems." The woman mused, planning on pinning it somewhere for all to see.

Why did you flirt with a chair Hope, why?

With the previous collection of the Silken Lily, Honeycombs and Bees, dwindling down to a few sparse items - the cousins, once a duo and now a trio now announce their next collection, the Feeling Fruity Collection! Peruse a variety of items, each limited in quantity and some coming as a one-of-a-kind! ❧☙ ❃ Sleetsilk Melon-choly Handkerchief ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Grapes on the Vine Picnic Blanket ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Fruit of Spring Tapestry ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Fruit of Summer Tapestry❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Fruit of Autumn Tapestry❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Fruit of Winter Tapestry❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Cherry Sequin Coin Purse ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Sleetsilk Kiwi Coaster ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Cotton and Felt Pear-man ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Colorstone Pineapple Pin ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Dangling Blueberries Hairstick ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Felt Fruit Bowl ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ Fruit Scented Cards ❃ ❧☙ ❧☙ ❃ The Fruit Collectors Bag ❃ ❧☙ As of this announcement, the Feeling Fruity Collection can be found within the auction house and in the coming Saints days at Lothars Square 3 within Balian! Please do enjoy!

Outfit Name: Vogue Piousness [RP] Name: Johanne Vuiller Bid: 350 minas [OOC] Discord: beautifulwatty#6584

Outfit Name: Vogue Piousness [RP] Name: Johanne Vuiller Bid: 250 minas [OOC] Discord: beautifulwatty#6584

Yues cane tapped gently along the road of Vortice, anxiety threatening to overwhelm her and the new sights and sounds. As she'd take notice of the Hummingbird Flower and Tattoo shop, relief overcame her. Something familiar. She'd rush inside!

Name: Chen Yunya Place of Residence: Yong Ping/Vortice Bid: 820 minas

Name: Chen Yunya Place of Residence: Yong Ping/Vortice Bid: 810 minas and a mooncake

Name: Chen Yunya Place of Residence: Yong Ping/Vortice Bid: 600 minas

Name: Chen Yunya Place of Residence: Yong Ping/Vortice Bid: 200 minas

Lady Johanne Vuiller thought of the previous days events. The way she'd seen it, when their supposed King tried to offer his own people up for slaughter, boasting about having many more, he was just as tyrannical as Frederick I. The young heiress had tended to the injured, going low on medical supplies soon afterwards which was soon refilled from her families stores. Balian stands strong alongside their allies of Norland. Good.

With the grand opening of the Silken Lily, we now bring to you our first collection, the Honeycomb and Bees Catalog. Before we diverge the product for sale, there are those to recognize for the inspiration of this: While I have always wished to open a tailory, the steps I’ve taken so far have been inspired by Lady Vespira L. [ @PrincessSnowie], which can likely be seen by the avenue used for advertisement alongside that of the Honey Club within Balian giving the inspiration for this catalogs theme. Without further ado, the Honeycombs and Bees Catalog may be combed through below! Do keep in mind that only a brief description will cover the piece and for you to see the full creation, you must come to the storefront in Balian. ❧☙ ❃ Sleetsilk BumbleBee Handkerchief ❃ ❧☙ A waterproof handkerchief, taking on the colors of a Bee! Made with varying yellows and intermixed blacks, tulle and sleetsilk come together in an interesting combination. ❧☙ ❃ Tulle and Felt BumbleBee ❃ ❧☙ A one of a kind knick knack, made of tulle, felt and wire. All paired together to make a little Bee meant to sit on your shelf! ❧☙ ❃ The Beekeepers Bag ❃ ❧☙ One of the more serious pieces of the collection, a partially waterproof bag is made for any budding Beekeepers. With plenty of pockets and room, it’s an over-the-shoulder strap bag so one may bring it on any bee-based adventures! ❧☙ ❃ Chunky Hand-knit Honeycomb Blanket ❃ ❧☙ Thick, chunky and ranging in varying yellows and whites, this hand-knit blanket has drawn inspiration from that of the honeycomb itself. ❧☙ ❃ A Bees Life Tapestry❃ ❧☙ A large, vibrant tapestry fit for any wall! It depicts bees within a meadow, and when the piece is unraveled, it comes out at eleven and a half feet wide and seven feet long. ❧☙ ❃ Honeycomb Coin Purse ❃ ❧☙ A purse to keep any spare coin! Decorated with metallic beads and with a satin inside, it keeps to the general color scheme of the collection. Alongside this, the way it’s made allows it to be used as a handheld or to put a strap over one's shoulder! ❧☙ ❃ Sleetsilk Honeycomb Coasters ❃ ❧☙ Waterproof coasters, tinted in varying colors of yellow and cream and shaped in that of a hexagon, most recognizable as a honeycomb! ❧☙ ❃ Bumble Bee Pom Pom Pin ❃ ❧☙ A fluffy pin that can be attached to one's bag or clothing! Each detail of the Bee is done meticulously, depicting that of its antenna and wings, black and yellow pom poms hanging from the piece! ❧☙ ❃ Bumble Bee Hairstick ❃ ❧☙ A clay and sea glass hairstick, taking on the colors of its namesake, glittering prettily when positioned within ones hair! Each detail is done meticulously, special attention paid to the sparkling wings! As of this announcement, the Honeycombs and Bees Collection can be found within Balians square, at Market Place 7! Please do enjoy!

Lady Anna Amador was struck with grief. The boy she fell in love with all those years ago was gone. She knew better then to clasp onto hope, hope that they may marry and live happily. She knew that was all passed. The betrothal offer had never been accepted by her father, never accepted by her eldest brother and never accepted by her youngest brother. --- A palm slid over the painting, grief thick in her throat, a memory overcoming her. Painting Milo beneath the sun atop the Amador keeps balcony, sharing playful glances as her smile brightened, happy to paint her first person. As the sun coasted beneath the horizon, night filtering in he stood tall, pacing over to take a look at the portrait. She remembered how much she wished he kissed her then, yet it never happened and she never did get to give him the finished portrait. The lady reminded herself that she knew it could never be, despite her often fervent hopes and her betrothal in discussions between her youngest brother, Filip Amador and Ariovistan Bishop. And yet, grief clung to her as she'd lock herself within her room for the coming days.

Hihi! It definitely depends on what you're wanting to do ^.^ There's ministry type RP in different places, becoming a steward and selling houses among other things! Otherwise as mentioned above, there is the NGS group, which is a group of scholars. There's a few academies that opened around, you could apply to be a teacher. There's an orphanage or two if you want to work at one, as well. If you have any questions or want me to expand more on something specific my username is tadabug2000 and my discord is beautifulwatty#6584