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[!] The survey portion of this post is entirely private and only available to those part of the Nomadri, or who has been shown explicitly in roleplay. TO the Nomadri people, upon invite received from the County of Stirland within the Kingdom of Burgundy, my sister and I set out to survey the lands. As always, we check the area and situation first before acceptance or denial is had. Our travels began with a cultural learning experience, where we ventured upon an execution. Many crimes were listed for the man, murder by the dozens, the assault of a Priest and otherwise before he were hung and disemboweled. A large crowd had gathered, with chants of the downfall of a place dubbed ‘Salvo’ and the rise of another ‘Alba’. I believe we’d been in the lands of Alba at the time. From there, did Mada and I continue in our ventures, passing copious farmland - assuring people would be well-fed and famine not an issue. Upon sight of green and blue flags did we come to a stop, surveying a new area and a shop which sold clothing - a man arrived soon after and would after some moments of speaking, lead us from what we learned was Reinmar to Stirland itself. He introduced himself as Hrani von Byrde, a Squire of his lands. The man seemed hospitable and welcoming, and soon departed after showing us to the place of which we sought, Stirland. THE SURVEY OF STIRLAND THE County of Stirland hosts a few key needs, namely an aviary, a green pillar and professional means of crafting. Their notice boards speaks of teachings of matters not yet heard of, and warns of thieves with descriptions of their appearances. The area has a warm countenance to it and is not too far from neighbors, allowing us to expand our horizons quite a bit. Much like their written invitation had written, they have not many open homes but invite us here nonetheless. It is with all in mind that I urge the Nomadri to accept the invitation to stay in the County of Stirland for our first foray away from the Eri. Catulla of Gameti

Catulla of Gameti was one of the first to see the written invitation. The Nomadri pondered the offered hospitality, and spoke with her younger sister momentarily. "Let us see what the lands of Stirland are like, Mada. Then we speak with the rest." @minarichankun

THE history of the Nomadri people is an eclectic one, for their past and their future alike is versed in nomadic tendencies. A people who prides themselves on their word and their work, they’ve spent years traveling the realm in which they would stay in another’s territory. The Nomadri, though, they do not wish to take but instead to provide. Their stay often marked with provided festivities, trade and the like, so long as their Host treat them right. Hailing originally from what is referred to as the Eri, the Nomadri would travel across vassals and nations alike, providing for the hospitality granted to them. It is only in the year 232 S.A that their caravan and people move from the Eri and to Aevos. THE NOMADRI THE Nomadri, or informally some may call themselves ‘Rovers’, are a nomadic people who’s very life is hospitality and adaptation. Each place the caravan comes to stay at leaves its mark upon the Nomadri people, aspects of their culture and ways being taken on, to assure progress always. Due to their lifestyle, appearances and clothing range wildly - from those born into the caravan and those who joined their way of life alike. Despite their chameleon tendencies, there are some traditions of which the Nomadri upkeep overall, denoting the very basis of who they are. Upon birth, it is common for the parents to seek out the Host or an individual of the lands the caravan are currently living on, to learn the naming conventions of the place. From there, a Nomadri child is given a name based on such - followed by the name of their parents, i.e. Wilhelmina of Renise, Harald of Joseph. As the child grows older, they learn naturally alongside the caravan but will often be taught skills of which their parents have learned from their own travels. It is these skills that will be used for trade and barter, or so they may learn another. Marriage for a Nomadri is a unique affair, no one wedding the same as the other. The traditions of the place they are staying at are taken in hand, alongside the Promise. The Promise is a tradition in which the spouses make promises to one another, a form of contract, that may never be broken on pain of dishonor. With their recent travels, the Nomadri have begun to walk amongst the roads of Aevos seeking a Host of which may show them the hospitality of new lands.

The young Skanarri glanced over an abandoned missive, found from one of her father's raids. One of the few literate of her tribe, she pondered it and soon went to seek the other children for their thoughts. @Jayphynph@Perkins

How many sons among the twelve kids does Ingvar have?

A song, written by the young girl captured, was sung until she was gagged. Tough Honor. Pricilla knew that her mother would be proud, even as the Orcs had questioned her, she sang. Even as her tears fell, and a kick slammed into her leg, she sang.

DON’T LOSE YOUR HEAD Dedicated to Ser Cirilla ‘the Fangbreaker’. Issued on the 5th of Veronica’s Strength of the year of 147 D.R. This is dedicated to Ser Cirilla ‘the Fangbreaker’. May her sacrifice not be forgotten. Ever since I was a boy my own father vowed I must find the way to power through a honor war I raided once just cause, then my senses came I must war for the stature of my name Onto raid number two I knew what I had to do And my poor Rex fell dead in a year or two Solved problem number one, now to problem number two The doe-eyed Rex with a gentle point of view Would I keep the peace? No! I told her if she stayed that she’d have To fight in a war and so we went to fight They were lazy! They were crazy! They were talking to their allies Hyspia was hopelessly naive, so they had to pay the price I called them to the summit I could have thrown them out but I’m benevolent and kind Grommash, your head's too big for you I knew what I had to do After all, difficult nations will take advantage of your good nature So you war them There’s one in every desert Ungrateful Hateful Vile too, the things they’ve put me through! Break their spirit so they obey Now they’ll do anything you say Maybe you’d call it cruel but others would call it honor Tough honor I ask you, is it a crime to strive for honor in all things? Oh no, they’re so weak when they’re little but Then they grow up and just ruin everything I never wanted neighbors, life was better on our own All the screaming, bleeding fixed none But then one day I started the war The Church made me promises, so I kept it all to me But someone figured it out, now someone new held the power So I raided her city and hid in her square Hours went by, oh, the sacrifice And against my better judgement, I threatened them once or twice Unarmored teenagers beat me, I know, wild But that was messy Manipulation’s easily more fun A little guilt, a lot of force, of course you have to lie Remind them that without you, that they would die They only have themselves to blame If you’d been there, you’d of done the same So war them hard till they fall in line There is only one way and it’s mine They are lazy! Spoiled too But we know what to do War them with spears of stone Kill them, so they’re all done for Maybe you’d call it cruel but Others would call it honor, tough honor SIGNED, LA SEÑORITA, Pricilla Fontesar, Squire to Ser Leomonte

Pricilla Fontesar squints over the missive, and pauses on a very specific part. "We have the Cadete safety drill.. It is instilled into my very mind and soul.." It was like a bell being rung, having heard it since she was young, the moment the phrase was said - she'd begin a series of steps to assure the safety of those in Hyspia and the royal family.

Pricilla Fontesar prayed she did not have to sing this time. She could do something else to celebrate her sister! Right? She pondered breaking out the tarot cards, but wasn't quite sure if that was something her sister would want.

THE KINGDOM OF HYSPIA THE ABDICATION OF XIOMARA I Issued on the 4th of Sofia’s Beauty of the year of 146 D.R. FOREWORD Infancy is a time of its own, a time to be a child, to see new heights. The Kingdom of Hyspia, as it was raised to be only a short time ago, is youthful, spirited. The people are excitable, the roads unending and the new generation has come into full swing. It is of the penning of this missive that I have reigned for thirty-two years. I have reigned over the lands of Hyspia since I was eight years old, and throughout my life I had seen the changes of my homeland. The blood, sweat and tears poured into it by my people. It is as new horizons come to be, and our next generation comes to a head, that I make my final announcement as Queen: May my eldest, the Crown-Princess Amarantha Crisanta rise to be a fitting Queen for our beloved nation. May the people rally to her, as they did me in even the most trying times. And may DIOS bless her, her endeavors and the future of Hyspia and its people. VIVA HYSPIA! VIVA QUEEN AMARANTHA! The Forfeiture of Belongings [!] This part is personal - and only delivered to those directly mentioned. A Golden Departure It was later into the night after the missive had been published, and the abdication announced, that Xiomara was smacking down her suitcase. A stray cluck is heard, and she hurried to shush the pampered poultry she was hiding inside. “Princesa Featherington, you know Julian said no chicken, so it’s our little secret.” She went as far as to tuck away a feather that poked harmlessly out, after a scrutinous glance around. Surely, he wouldn’t notice. Surely. Xiomara continued her packing then. She thought fondly of her years in Hyspia, but the Queen-Emeritus looked forward to a new path, to a new day-to-day life. While this started with something dire, a letter received of the passing of her youngest sister, she knew this was the final push she needed. Her health had been awry for some time, and she knew Hyspia needed someone with fervor and energy as to this war that has broken out. Her Amarantha understood, was willing to take up the reigns, and she could not be more grateful for such. She surveyed the bedroom, taking in its remnants. A small smile formed, as light cast over the floor, and Julian began knocking on the door - likely wondering what she insisted she return for. This was home. As she opened the door, greeting her husband with a kiss to the cheek, a cluck sounded - and she had no time to waste or think, attempting to hurry the man along. “Madres' boat is waiting, mi Feroz!” It was that night that the sails, of which had lain cut for many years, were seen to fly high. The workers had repaired them at their order, though unknowing as to what for. The ship Santana ‘the Red’ had left her, that her mother left her, would finally see its use. Xiomara bid her good-byes and as her people and home faded into the distance - the only sound amidst the night was of a single cluck. Z DIOS LOS BENDIGA, HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Xiomara, Queen-Emeritus of Hyspia, Knight of the Order of the Prophetic Hill of Lorina. HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Ser Julian, King-Emeritus of Hyspia, The Volatile, The Tiger, The Rage Knight

THE KINGDOM OF HYSPIA La Nación ha Surgido Como un Reino Issued on the 10th day of Javier’s Justice of the year of 145 D.R. FOREWORD It has been many years, and under a different lineage, since Hyspia was known as a Kingdom. The Old Kingdom of Hyspia became a diaspora, and eventually that diaspora came together once more and became a Viceroyalty, and as time passed, so did those formations. From Viceroyalty to Sovereignty, the Hyspian people had seen many changes and varying forms of leadership. Today, once more, our Holy Mother Church has seen fit to raise us - the Hyspian people up, to recognize the growth of our people and community. No longer are we the Sovereign State of Hyspia, for instead we are the Kingdom of Hyspia, as ruled over by DIOS above. It is with this in mind that we call upon our people, and our allies to celebrate this momentous moment. Speak aloud your prayers, for today they have been answered. With the rise of our fair nation to Kingdomhood, a court will be scheduled soon for those of Hyspia to attend. The coronation is scheduled to be in two Saints days. DIOS Bless. DIOS Speed. VIVA HYSPIA! [Wednesday the 12th, 4:30pm EST] DIOS LOS BENDIGA, HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Xiomara I, by the Grace of DIOS, Queen of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Viscountess of Banderas, Baroness of Arenisca, Del’mar, Monterro, Campagnon, Sevilla and Ramonadora, Lady of Neuva Vida, La Dorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon’s Hold and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, Matriarch of House de Pelear, Knight of the Order of the Prophetic Hill of Lorina, etcetera. HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Ser Julian I, King of Hyspia, Duke of Pacazu, Viscount of Banderas, Baron of Arenisca, Del’mar, Monterro, Campagnon, Sevilla and Ramonadora, Lord of Neuva Vida, La Dorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon’s Hold and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, Patriarch of House de Pelear, Knight Comendador, The Volatile, The Tiger, The Rage Knight, etcetera. Representing the High Priest of the True Faith, Successor of Clement and Evaristus, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon, High Pontiff of the Church of True Faith, Keeper of the Canon, Missionary to Aeldin, High Servant to the Exalted’s Testaments, Humble Servant of the Faithful and Vicar of GOD… HIS APOSTOLIC EXCELLENCY, Chancellor of the Pontifical Curia Ledicort Alexander Vuiller

THE FONTESAR TWINS DEBUT “Fang and Scale Shall Outlast All.” Issued on the 8th of Javier's Justice of the year of 144 D.R. FOREWORD The Barony of Farallon presents the coming-of-age of Pepe and Pricilla Fontesar, much like the twin animals of which represent our household, each representing the Serpent and the Wolf we have come to know. As introduced in Pablo Fontesars party, the duo will undergo a trial of character - to push them into becoming a better version of themselves. The passing of this trial will decide upon the inheritance of the two Fontesars. Keeping to coming-of-age traditions, the colors forbidden to be worn at the party save for those debuting - are the Fontesar colors of red and purple. The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing Much like the Wolf of which stalks its prey, disguised amongst them all, the Fontesar household invites those to come in masquerade wear. A mask donned, as the night is danced away. The Serpent's Tongue Upon the conclusion of dancing, those in attendance shall be invited to read a piece of poetry written by their own hand. The winner of which will be rewarded twenty-five minas. [Sunday the 9th, 7pm EST, Barony of Farallon, Hyspia] FORMAL INVITATIONS Su Alteza Serene, Xiomara I and Ser Julian, Sovereigns of Hyspia and their Household La Honorable, Motalina Salazar, Viscountess of Florencia and her Household Su Señora, Vania del Maravilla, Baroness of Soles Gemelos and her Household Su Señor, Dante Fontesar, Baron of Farallón and his Household El Caballero, Ser Leomonte and his Household Señorito Antonio de Alencar and his Household PERSONAL INVITATIONS Su Alteza Real, Amarantha Crisanta, Crown-Princess of Hyspia Su Alteza Real, Antonio Olivar, Prince of Hyspia Su Alteza Real, Cataleya Valentina, Princess of Hyspia Su Alteza Real, Isidoro Lucero, Prince of Hyspia Su Alteza Real, Valencia Belen, Princess-Royal of Hyspia Ser Leomonte Ser Kieran Callaghan La Honorable, Motalina Salazar, Viscountess of Florencia El Señorito, Gunnleifr Konansson El Señorito, Matthias Keen El Señorito, Santiago Salazar El Señorito, Mauris del Maravilla La Señorita, Estrella del Maravilla La Señorita, Francisca del Maravilla Señorita Anacleta Leomonte Señorito Alacran Leomonte Señorita Mariana Señorito Antonio de Alencar Señor Maximiano Raimundo Señor Charles Reye SIGNED, SU SEÑOR, Dante Fontesar, Grand Chancellor of Hyspia, Witness to the Wolf, First Alcalde of La Dorada LA SEÑORITA, Pricilla Fontesar, Page to Ser Leomonte EL SEÑORITO, Pepe Fontesar

Xiomara had let a plea fall from her lips, as her gaze lofted to Saint Raguel just above her. "You can bring her back, can't you?" But it was too late. Her dear friends body grew cold, lost forever to those who loved her. --- Pricilla Fontesar, Page to Ser Leomonte and daughter to Ser Cirilla Fontesar would learn of the news later. Her shoulders shook, and she crumpled to the ground as a series of wailing erupted from the fourteen year old. She never got to talk to her one last time.. To figure out why she did what she did.

"Wha'?" The singular word was the only thing for the young Tamsin Callaghan to say. She was terribly young, and could not understand the concept of her mother being lost. The Adunian still had not even fully understood the loss of her sister, or the new baby which screamed her lungs out, until Tamsin herself would turn red in the face with frustration. And so she waited, sat upon the steps of her home, for her mother to return. The occasional pebble is thrown, skipping down, and as the day darkens to night - she'd begin to sniffle.

"What should I bring them.." The young Lady Pricilla pondered aloud, after having read her personal invitation. A weapon? Something else?

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"Peace yet, may be had in these times," She read over the missive, after having retired to her office after the conclusion of her eldest Quinceanera. It had been quite the day, that was for certain.

"She lived and so she became Vizcondesa!" The shock was clear to the Fontesars tone, as she read the delivered missive during Motalinas Quinceanera. Afterwards, it was pushed towards Santiago Salazar, wondering if he knew such was planned. When Motalina returned, clueless, she would show her the missive as well - watching the ascension of the Salazar Viscountess thereafter.

"Saint Francisco!" The words boomed out in her excitement as she clutched that missive close. "The Patron Saint of Hyspians!" Xiomara would turn then, to one of her nearby cupbearers. "Antonio, prepare an order form for a custom frame. This must be framed for all to see."

Xiomara gazed over the writings, nodding with each. Fingers kept coiled over her Lorraine, kept close against her person, as she produced a smile. "It was by His will that my beloved had been returned to me," Pleased, she carefully pinned the missive within her office. It stood by others she so favored. "The Cathedral of Saint Francisco would be a lovely name."

THE EXILIC KINGDOM OF NUMENDIL AND THE SOVEREIGN STATE OF HYSPIA DEFENSE AND FRIENDSHIP Issued on the 7th of Veronica’s Strength of and Sun’s Smile of the year of 141 D.R and 2015 I.T. In the spirit of Concord and Mutual Prosperity, the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil and the Sovereign State of Hyspia, hereafter referred to as 'the signatories,' do solemnly pledge themselves to the following terms: ARTICLE I: Recognition of Sovereignty Each party acknowledges and affirms the other’s rightful rule over their respective domains, recognizing all associated titles and dignities as legitimate and inviolate. ARTICLE II: Commitment to Peace The signatories bind themselves to a strict agreement of non-aggression. No act of war, hostility, or armed conflict shall be initiated between them, nor shall their vassals or noble houses engage in belligerent action against one another. Any disputes arising shall be addressed through appropriate diplomatic measures. ARTICLE III: Commerce and Trade To foster economic growth and cooperation, the signatories agree to the unhindered exchange of goods. Merchants from both nations shall be granted safe passage and shall conduct their trade free from undue levies or interference. ARTICLE IV: Cultural Cooperation The signatories, in the spirit of amity and shared prosperity, shall endeavor to exchange knowledge, literature, and gifts, as well as collaborate in the organization of festivals and cultural gatherings. Regular correspondence between their respective courts shall be maintained to nurture the bonds of friendship. ARTICLE V: Mutual Defense Should either signatory come under attack from an external aggressor, the other shall be duty-bound to provide military or logistical aid in defense. ARTICLE VI: Duration and Renewal This pact shall remain in force for a span of twelve years. Upon its expiration, the terms herein shall be subject to renewal or renegotiation, as deemed necessary by both parties. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, the parties hereto have executed this agreement as of the day and year first above written. DIOS LOS BENDIGA, HER SERENE HIGHNESS, Xiomara I, Sovereign of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Viscountess of Banderas, Baroness of Arenisca, Del’mar, Monterro, Campagnon and Sevilla, Lady of Neuva Vida, La Dorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon’s Hold and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, Matriarch of House de Pelear, Knight of the Order of the Prophetic Hill of Lorina, etcetera. HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Ser Julian I, Sovereign of Hyspia, Duke of Pacazu, Viscount of Banderas, Baron of Arenisca, Del’mar, Monterro, Campagnon and Sevilla, Lord of Neuva Vida, La Dorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon’s Hold and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, Patriarch of House de Pelear, Knight Comendador, The Volatile, The Tiger, The Rage Knight, etcetera. HIS EXCELLENCY, Dante Fontesar, Grand Chancellor of Hyspia, Baron of Farallón, Justiciero of Hyspia, The First Alcalde of La Dorada, Witness to the Wolf His Pious Majesty, Anorhil Carandir Antonius Caranethion Harren Arthalion, by the Grace of GOD, King and Protector of the Adunians, Seneschal of the True Faith, Chief of the Númenedain and the Tribe of Harren, Master of the Sharadûn, Templar Justiciar of Saint Michael the Archangel, Knight of the Realm

Xiomara wonders if fifty candy grams would be enough for her husband. As she ponders such, she counts a string of coins, a payment for service rendered. Upon the Monarch reaching a certain count, her fingers still. "Why, of course! Fifty is hardly anything. I shall double it, and assure he has his fill of candies." Satisfied with her plan, the coin is given to one of her cupbearers, to purchase such. @resurectionist

Pricilla Fontesar, the young Hyspian Page was quite proud of today! She surely witnessed history, of that she was sure. Her Sovereign, Ser Julian capturing the oppositions lawyer - her standing aside her Knight, Ser Leomonte. It was exhilirating, but also a little bit terrifying. The Page wanted to focus on the exhilaration, that was certain. Her stress eating after the fact not withstanding!

MC Name: tadabug2000 Discord: tadabug2000 Image: Description of Image: A portrait of the Hyspia landscape Dimensions: 2 wide, 1 high - so 2 maps total