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THE SOVEREIGN STATE OF HYSPIA TO WAR Issued on the 6th of Javier’s Justice of the year of 119 D.R. PARA LIBRAR LA OSCURIDAD, [To rid the dark.] The chosen of our Lord GOD has dispensed his will, and We of the faithful flock will follow. To the people of Hyspia, hark, and follow His word: St. Raguel, the Aengul of Justice, Messenger of our Lord GOD, declares the City-State of Hohkmat a stain upon the map. Its deep rooted illness must be cleansed in the holy fires of deliverance. Hyspia and Her peoples shall take up arms against the blight that taints the Heartlands, together with the Holy Mother Church and Her allies. LET IT BE KNOWN: The Sovereignty of Hyspia does hereby declare war upon the City-State of Hohkmat. The Sovereign of Hyspia affirms an alliance with the Holy Mother Church, and shall begin rallying forces to march upon Hohkmat’s lands. Z DIOS LOS BENDIGA, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Xiomara I, Sovereign of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Viscountess of Banderas, Baroness of Arenisca, Del’mar, Monterro and Campagnon, Lady of La Dorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, etcetera. SU SENOR, Ser Nicolas Murietta, Baron of Ramonadora, Grand Councilor of Hyspia HIS LORDSHIP, Ser Julian Salazar, Thirteenth Knight of Hyspia, Sworn Protector of her Royal Highness WARCLAIM ALLEGIANCE: Church of the Canon & their allies WARCLAIM PATH: @Halt

Sofia, once a Queen served by the Knight, would greet the man upon his arrival of the Seven Skies. One of the few she deigned to greet, she peered upon his silver hair with curiosity. "So old, Ser Sterling,"

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Xiomara I heard the news firsthand from her dearest friend from Silasia, and knew then what she must do. Her allies must not suffer, and thus she began preparations.

The Baroness Salazar smiled warmly at the sight of the missive, as her eldest was soon to come of age. She knew she must sew her something, to show her dearest Leya just how dear she is to her - and traveled to town to make way for the market, buying up materials, though most notable is the sunflower yellow thread.

Xiomara I mouth tasted like cotton balls, as she read the missive and the name of her late mother. Her heart ached but it was a good ache, for her mother shall be remembered furthermore!

Xiomara I has a sheep, a particularly fat one, set aside for the coming festivities. Visiting her farmlands, she squints at the sheep in question before deciding it must become even fatter before the day comes!

Xiomara I prepares a gift for her young cousin and his upcoming Nameday! She heard he enjoyed horses quite a bit, and planned heavily around it all.

[This is not public and cannot be seen unless shown in RP.] [!] A thickly bound book may be found within the Sovereigns room, locked tightly and with scrawling words of improved penmanship over the pages once opened. XIOMARAS DIARY ENTRY #8 Issued on the 5th of Veronica’s Strength, 118 D.R. Dear diary, I have seen the Almighty DIOS and there are no words to describe Him. Omnipotent, omnipresent, beautiful and so full of light. So dazzled by him I was, that if it were not for my attending guards, I may have been trampled by the ensuing earthquake. The once Apostolic Kingdom of Aaun, once having been known as the Holy center of Aevos, has been burned. Destroyed. And a short time later, do we see the trial of the Kingdom of Balian. Accused of plotting to schism, to go against the church. Nightmares plague me still, of the shouts to burn their Queen, of my beloved Uncle being assaulted and of my guards carrying me out as all descended into chaos. I wonder, find the thought creeping into my mind, what those in the future would look back and see. Would these two Kingdoms survive? Will this time period be filled with turmoil? Or will this simply be but a blip in history? My people, they insist that I take some time for myself. A breather. And yet the words of my late Abuela come round and round, that we cannot rest until every last one of those who would harm us are found. But I try. I've squirreled away some time recently, for a chaotic dinner, to wander the orange orchard or to simply nap in the confines of a place long-forgotten by anyone but I. Yesterday, though, despite some smaller troubles - yesterday was good. I set out with a small retinue, to attend the Petran Queens and her Kings wedding. The pew was a bit crowded, elbows jabbing everywhere but the ceremony was beautiful and the company even better. I hope and I pray my own wedding can be just as good, as grand. Filled with laughter and camaraderie. I know yesterday is one of those uncommon days, and so I shall treasure it close to my heart, for surely the time soon to come will be filled with the uncertainty of the desert sands. Signed, Xiomara.

The sight of a fifty man group upon her gates initially had the young Monarch weary, but when they spoke of riding out for DIOS - She rallied the troops. Xiomara I and her people arrived in Aaun to a divine sight, flames and destruction and as holy words poured forth, they knelt upon the ground in reverence. Praise DIOS - for He is the Almighty.

Xiomara I read over this missive. She approved, certainly for the Church and Canonism must be protected at all costs - though the young Monarch wished she was invited! Something to work on, she was sure, and she turned then to her Knight and asked, "Ser Julian, what will happen to the people? Do you think His Holiness is okay?" Her words were filled with nothing but concern and worry. @teeylin

A young Monarch signed the Lorraine as the missive was delivered. Immediately, she'd make to pen a letter to her godmother to see if she needed refuge.

LA CORTE DE GIRASOL TO CELEBRATE LIFE Issued on the 11th of Javier’s Justice of the year of 117 D.R. It is in the effort of celebrating our peoples successes, showcased in the successful rescue mission of Señora Asteria from those of the Dark that the Crown of Hyspia announces a feast to take place within the newly constructed Fuerte de Juliano. The feast will take place in the bastion feast hall, honoring Señor Arvel and Señor Leomonte for their quick thinking that led to the rescue of our beloved citizen. Those who came to Hyspias aid, of Numendil and Haense are welcomed and greatly encouraged to attend, so that appreciation might be shown. Let there be a light amongst the darkness and DIOS bless. [Thursday, August 29th, 4pm EST] DIOS LOS BENDIGA, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Xiomara I, Sovereign of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Baroness of Arenisca, Del’mar, Monterro and Campagnon, Lady of La Dorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, etcetera.

Xiomara I had learned of the news shortly after having exited a meeting. Immediately, she penned a letter and began preparations, to welcome refugees to Hyspia should the need be had. Canonists and the faithful must support one another, of that she was sure.

[This is not public and cannot be seen unless shown in RP.] [!] A thickly bound book may be found within the Sovereigns room, locked tightly and with scrawling words of improved penmanship over the pages once opened. XIOMARAS DIARY ENTRY #7 Issued on the 17th of Sofia’s Beauty, 117 D.R. Dear diary, My muscles burn, and my lungs ache. I could swear the grip of my mother's heirloom is burned into my hands, branded for all eternity. I trained and sparred, accepted offered advice from swordsman teachers. In my mind's eye, my targets, my sparring companions were Darkspawn. Demons. It only egged me on, to try harder, move faster. More, more, more. My Abuela once said we cannot rest until those who harmed us are dead. My Hermanas and I stared at the slain bodies at the time, those who saw to the assassination of my Madre - and those words struck home. My Padres murderer has not yet been found. The investigations are endless, I certainly gave enough incentive to assure there will be no pause and none shall falter. Even with the Edict, it can only do so much. Darkspawn came and they raided, taking one of our citizens. Our soldiers set out, successfully rescuing her alongside called upon allies, but not before she was nearly dead. My prayers to DIOS only grow with fervor. May Hyspia prosper. May my family be safe. May my people be happy. Let me become an adult. Today, though, was something lighter. A light in the darkness. A feast was held to welcome Arturas, where many enjoyed food and drinks amidst laughter and conversation - my secret was still safe and bellies were full. I can only hope my days, our days, continue like today. May DIOS bless us all and see us into a prosperous time. Signed, Xiomara.

Xiomara I signs her signature with a flourish and begins plans for a joint festival the following Saints week! She looked forward to this new alliance.

Xiomara I received her invitation from her soon-to-be allies and marks the date! What would a proper gift be. . .?

Xiomara I is delivered yet another missive, though this one in support of the church. Clearly the prayers were fruitful, as those rise to the occasion to protect the Holy Mother Church from slander!

Xiomara I had the missive delivered to her office, alongside many of the others of that day. A severe frown had formed at the sight thereafter. "Por favor, we just avoided war. ." She signed the Lorraine, and ushered a soft prayer - surely all would be well!

Xiomara I heard of her godmothers news - and would have a gift sent henceforth! She prayed for the health and prosperity of the boys and Esfir alike, and hoped she'd be well enough to visit soon. Xiomara had questions, ones she couldn't just ask her Uncle! Like, how do you know when someone is a spinster? And questions like how to choose your favorite dress!

[This is not public and cannot be seen unless shown in RP.] [!] A thickly bound book may be found within the Sovereigns room, locked tightly and with scrawling words of improved penmanship over the pages once opened. XIOMARAS DIARY ENTRY #6 Issued on the 7th of Sofia’s Beauty, 116 D.R. Dear diary, Dominoes fall, whether forward or backwards, it is always in the direction intended by DIOS above. This week has been a difficult one, one I got past just barely by the skin of my teeth. A man I respected, one I called Primo has passed to the Seven Skies but before that, he was the one to show he cared. When I received a letter, in an attempt to make me go against the church, I called upon him and he came without question. That same man who penned the letter is excommunicated now for his actions. War attempts to rear its head for my home and people. Meetings come, over and over. Each with a plea. Enter the war. Stay neutral. How could you? Why won't you? I will do this for you. . Each circle like vultures, waiting for their prey to drop but I made an oath. One before DIOS. I will fight with every last fiber in me, anything to see vengeance, to survive to adulthood. If things were different, would I be running with the chickens? Would laughter ring out amidst the gardens? Or would it be like now, arranging my own marriage in order to best protect my people? Marriage. A strange word to me. I wish I could ask my parents how it works, especially as I prepare a room for the boy. We could deny it still, reject the proposal, it isn't official after all. At least he is a friend. A consolation prize for an impossible situation. I rode with my Retinue a mere day later, to Peace talks. Five days of bickering and flying insults. We stood around a large table, each Canonist Prince standing proud, some silent and yet, some loud. The snacks I'd brought ran out three days in. It seemed to go on forever, and for each step forward, another three was taken back. The land shook beneath our feet and I had to wonder if it was DIOS anger. Anger at the going-ons. The crown weighed heavy, heavier as I arrived home to my people at the gates. They welcomed us back, worried after no word or sign, and urged us to rest. A respite, however brief. The comfort of my bed was welcome, the warmth of my homelands sun. And yet, I awoke to the cries of my sisters, of guards calling for their Sovereign. My Padre was murdered, body left strewn at the gates like a rabbit slain. Drained of blood. War loomed yet, the peace treaty unofficial and my people's cries echoed in my mind - Darkspawn took one of the last remnants of my family. I hadn't felt anything at first. Numb, if anything, after so much loss. Then something bubbled within my chest, grating at me as I strode for the palace dais. Rage. I stared out at my gathered people, reminded of the last emergency court, save for I was looking up at the dais previously. I held so tight to that scepter of mine, lightning and thunder coalescing within as I spoke to my people. My Padre is dead. We will not allow the wanton killing of Hyspians to go unpunished - an edict will be issued, a reward granted to those who would bring me the head of the murderer. They rode out, passion and fury to their voices, seeking the Darkspawn who did this. I left for my office, missives, and meetings followed. A favor offered by a golden voice and a favor declined. I look into the mirror and someone foreign stares back. I am not the child the masses see, not even the Monarch to take up the mantle so early. What am I? Who am I? Later that night, as I knelt in prayer to the Almighty Above, I felt an answer deep within my bones. I am DIOS servant and serve I will.

"The undead, these creatures. . ." Xiomara began in a rasp, as another report came. More death. "They must be eradicated or we will never be safe."

Xiomara I signed the Lorraine as the news came. Another death, another blow. She knelt within the church, and prayed fervently, for DIOS guidance in these trying times. She prayed that Deunoro I found peace in the Seven Skies.

Xiomara I was pleased peace was found. Five days of peace talks wasn't her idea of fun! Though, who's idea of fun was it? With one problem avoided, she looked to her ninety-nine other ones. DIOS answered her prayers on this day!

Changelog 116 D.R. Updated deceasement of Luis Emilio de Pelear nee Murietta.