ClatterCake

"Va Ve Maan..." The Valkonen Knight muttered under his breath, the banner captured from Brasca Keep still tight between his fingers...

Well deserved! I love you, Cyyan!

GIVEN NAME: Mikhail var Ratibor / Mikhail Colborn NOBILITY/GENTRY (Y/N): Y AGE: 25 DATE OF BIRTH (if known): 481 Ehr Sigmunda, 132 SA. PLACE OF BIRTH (if known): Unsure RACE: Human ETHNICITY (Auvergnian, Illatian, etc.): Haeseni (Raevir) PAST MILITARY/COMBAT EXPERIENCE (if any): Brotherhood of Saint Karl (Footman), Order of the Crow (Crow Knight) PAST LABOUR EXPERIENCE (if any): Farming, Hunting, and Mining. SIGNED NAME: Ser Mikhail Valkonen Username: ClatterCake Discord: ClatterCake

The Master of the Hunt was already involved in this war, as was his duty as a Crow Knight. Still, it was a pleasure to show support to his Queen, and opted to include a singular sash to his armor for the upcoming battles...

The day of worry had slowly turned into a day of pride and relief; the sons and daughters of Horen, united under their faith in GODAN, upholding the justice in which was rightfully enacted on that day. Ser Mikhail Valkonen placed his warhammer off to the side, resting it against the wall, and removed his helmet as he looked up to the sky. There would be more battles to come... but for now, the fighting was over. Mankind would have it's peace. Through blood or the olive branch.

Ser Mikhail Valkonen shot awake from his nightmare, a gasp for air ringing out across his room. They had become more frequent of late, these nightmares, and each one was different from the last. He was certain he had gone insane, yet his mind was still clear, and his his thoughts unobstructed; why did they become such a common occurrence, especially now of all times? The knight placed his hands over his face, then ran them through his hair. He would need to speak with his 'family' once more... a particular one, whom he had confided in his constant nightmares before. Perhaps he would have the answers, though he seldom ever did. Yes... he would need to push through... and keep fighting. And why had he seen those Eyes before...?

Ser Mikhail Valkonen gives the documentation a secondary read, a small smile forming across his face as he ponders more on the future. Though he by no means enjoyed the idea of war, such an alliance would surely come to benefit many across the realm. With the Pontiff at their back and GODAN smiling on them, the Master of the Hunt prepared himself for a brand new event; surely a celebratory hunt between these two nations would be quite the spectacle and a show of comradery!

ACTIVITY TO SOOTHE THE SOUL ISSUED BY THE ON THIS 13TH DAY OF TOV AG YERMEY OF 504 E.S. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ he time has come for another hunt, good people of Haense! As your Master of the Hunt, it is both my duty and my pleasure to give you all the leisure and time-honored tradition of our people. This hunt shall feature heavily the use of spears, rather than those of bows, to allow a more ‘ritualistic’ approach to the hunt. It is this controlled sense of danger that allows us to feel a closer connection to GOD’s creations and as such we must honor that which we call our quarry in His name, as both devout Canonists and proud people of the Highlands. Those of you who wish to attend shall be given positions in the hunting party according to what is needed. Please sign your name in the space provided if you are hoping to attend; remember to read up on Hunting Etiquette, to ensure you are up-to-date on the proper way of hunting during such events! Spears will not be provided to those gathered, so please bring your own! ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ Her Royal Majesty, AMAYA OF VENZIA, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, et cetera Ser, MIKHAIL VALKONEN, Knight to the Order of the Crow, Master of the Hunt

The knight smiled wide at the sight of this beloved recipe! "She made this for me when ea was so young! Ea hope auwn day, ea can hand this off to mea own little auwns... 've Koenas's Cocoa.'" Though he was still quite young for a human, he already felt a sweet sense of nostalgia for his youth, and moved quickly to whip up a batch for himself. Sweet and adored, just like the Queen! It must be cherished at every opportunity!

The thunderous crash of his warhammer rang out against the training dummy in the Novkursain courtyard; the still-fresh knight had to keep his skills sharp, for there was no telling when the foul Darkspawn would attack again, or for the many hordes of foreign soldiers would come to lay siege to all that he had loved. Pausing for a moment, he rested his hand atop the pommel of his weapon, leaning against it as the head came crashing to the ground, and gazed up at the sky. So much of his life was spent wondering... seeking... scouring for any sign that he was greater than what he was born as. But life had taught him that destiny is not handed to someone upon their birth, but earned by the one who reaches out for it, and yanks it from the fire, barehanded. His eyes would be set upon a new goal now, something to keep himself going. He would continue his service to his homeland, within the Royal Duma, the Esrova Prikaz Court, the Brotherhood of Saint Karl, and the Crow Knights. He would do whatever was necessary for his next step... to seek peerage amongst the fine people of Haense, for like all men, their labors may not be fully realized until well after their death. He wanted to continue his service to his beloved kin; what better way to keep his service continued then with a line of his own? But first, he must be married. And he intended to enjoy the time with Rosalind. With that, the sound of ferrum clashing against wood, hay, and metal rang out once more, the Haeseni knight doubling his efforts with renewed energy...

The Haeseni Knight furrowed his brow, having stumbled upon the writings during his investigation across Aevos. This was not what he was looking for, but it was something to keep in mind. He would have to be careful during his journeys from now on; there was no telling what lurked in the wilderness... or even in foreign cities.

The newly arisen knight read the letter with a careful gaze, his eyes scanning each and every word as he pondered on the future of the Brotherhood. When at last he had reached the end, he lowered the parchment to the table before him, and let loose a quiet sigh. It was a tragic end for one as loyal as the Lord Marshal. But now, it was the King who took up the mantle in leadership within their beloved armed forces. The King was not only the de-facto leader of Haense, but a symbolic one as well. To serve underneath his was already an honor... but to rally behind him would be an even greater one. "Krusae Zwy Kongzem."

The newly raised knight laid in his cot, a huff escaping him as he sat up, and pushed through the injuries of the day. It had been a long, long night, filled with pain, suffering, and jubilation. It seems, by GODAN's hand, that there would be another positive thing for him to see tonight; the very reason why he was scarred! For most, it would not be a cause for joy, but to Mikhail, this was the work of his borsa. It was a fine piece of poetry, one that he kept even before the duel had begun. "Ea'm glad vyr creative genius is beginning to take into ve light, mea borsa. Maybe vy'll even be commissioned for great works; GODAN has provided vy ve stage to go down in history as auwn of ve most lauded artists in Haeseni history. Now vy must complete ve scene."

The squire sat in his cot, still injured from the wound he had acquired in his defense of the Queen, and read the missive with a careful eye. Upon seeing his name, he lowered his hand, gazing up at the wall, and blinked. "... Ea'm ve Master of ve Hunt now...?" Ever the blunt and slow young man, a gentle smile grew on his face as he rested, letting out a content sigh. It was nice to feel appreciated and for that, he'd double his efforts!