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[!] Leaflets are posted in the marketplace as well as outside the bastille of Karinah’siol. Scout Pamphlet, Vol niut – The Sapphire Mine Issued 9th of Malin’s Welcome, Year 74 of the Second Age Theme Last elven day, a band of brave Mali’thill descended into an abandoned sapphire mine that was discovered North East of the Haelun’orian isle; What awaited, was altogether an unknown. Here are the findings of Okarir’tir Edgars An’asul, Anara Elervathar, Hileia, Stelios Kekemos Hyptos, Valazaer Calith, and myself, Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas. We could infer that the last descendant visitors to the cave were a crew of pirates. Their forsaken ship docked close by, a code found upon the vessel allowed us to enter the mine after decryption. Maneuvering through the cave formation was in itself a task. The walls ooze a luminous lime green slime, adherent to touch, it has the possibility to entrap an entire Mali. That which blocked our path we singed by handheld torches, allowing us to proceed. While it had been evident descendants had not entered for quite some time prior to us, other creatures inhabit the area still. A colossal coconut crab, disturbed by our presence, put up an arduous defence till the creature could no longer — retreating to a crack in the wall. Curiously, frequent throughout the cave were locked chests, each with further unique codes needed to be opened. One chest, relatively near to the surface, we found had a ship carved onto the top and buttons on every side marked front, back, left and right accordingly. A quick-witted Hileia solved the puzzle, noting the order of the directions mentioned in a journal scrap found on the nearby pirate ship, pressing the buttons on the sides of the chest, bow, stern, port and starboard to open it. Deeper in the mine, as close to the bellows as we could get, we were faced with an enormous web that crawled with spiders. Ideas were thrown around as to how to surpass this. However, we concluded it would be wise to conserve energy, establish a plan and return later. As such, we are returning to the site on The Grand Harvest. Above ground, a rescue party will be stationed on the beach as a precaution — with refreshments, naturally. Take your best adventuring gear; advised is a light source, a weapon, a shield and light food and water rations. OOC: Saturday 30th April, 4pm EST/9pm BST Uhieran Scout Leader Elarhil Sullas MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

Painting in the Park Issued 10th of The Deep Cold, Year 72 of The Second Age Cerin Amroth in Lothlórien, Ulla Thynell Creatives of Elcihi'thilln, On The First Seed of this elven week, a session of painting in the square will commence! For the innovative minds of Mali'thill are not limited to any kind of study; there is much value to be found in artistic fields. All are encouraged to come explore, practice and enjoy. There will be three categories of painting, which will we run through, in the following order: Still life Model Free form For each category, the object of your painting will be up to choice! Nevertheless, should you find trouble within the vast beauty of our State, finding just one matter in your surroundings to focus upon, there will be a selection laid out as an aid. You may find a model in any other willing participant. No need to bring your own brushes - all equipment will be provided by the State! OOC: Friday 22nd, 3pm EST/9pm BST May your paths be safe, your floors unbroken and may Elcihi'thilln fill your eyes with beauty. Okarir'mali Elarhil Sullas MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

[!] Silver envelopes are delivered directly to Haelun'orian mailboxes! 72 SA Sullas Soirée Dearest Mali’thill, It is with bounties of pleasure and pride the Sullas talonnii will be opening our manor to the citizens of Haelun’or for an evening of exquisite grazing, music, dancing and games! We offer a time well spent amongst beloved lliran. Specifically on the agenda of the eve are the following: ⚪A toast to the new Republic! A historically Sullasian ideology is in full swing and beckons swift progress for the Silver State, thanks to the tireless work of Elheial’thilln. 🟡 Various appeals from each host, among these, tarot reading and having a uniquely written poem! ⚪ Snack buffet and beverages. On the menu is Haelun’orian honey, olives and sparkling beetroot water! Our address is Berr’lin Boulevard IV. Please RSVP. [!] RSVP slips are included. ↓ Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas & Residents of the Sullas’Calith’ehya manor.

The Visionary Ooc: Time.. Time had always been a curious thought in Mèlawen’s mind. Since elves often didn't worry about time, they lived far too long to care. When.. .When had she stopped caring as the days passed by, already fifty four. Two children and a net of safety. How long until the net was cut? [!] Mèlawen sauntered around, with her mind full of worry, for her sister with child, for her son’s and daughter and the nation. Carefully she slowed to a near stop, gazing out at the window as a small voice whispered out into her ears.. The ‘ame lady turned around frightened at the sudden noise as she lifted her hand wildly gazing about the room Nothing was there Tic.. tic.. Tic.. tic.. The noise of an old grandfather clock chimed into her mind. Pleasant almost reminiscing as the smell of vanilla filled the air and continued to drift around the large Taliame’onn manor. “Aher’akel ome’ii, asimulum arche hae maehr synalli a’o taeleh” The voice echoed in the halls. Leaving a dead silence almost as soon as the last word had left the ominous voice’s tone. Mèlawen looked to be in pure shock. Standing straight as her emerald gaze widened. “Haelun?..” she paused, shaking her head as almost instantly her eyes turned a bright golden hue, light outlining her form and igniting small embarks of power from her frame. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [!] The night was too quiet, Mèlawen’s feet landed bare in the grass, in the middle of an unfamiliar forest, surrounding her small stones with inscribed words. Every step the mali’ame took closer to the stones, the harder the words became to decipher. The wind blew by, a gentle breeze.. However, the grass didn't move and the trees didn't ache as the wind brushed their leaves. A single flower, drifted into the wind as almost on command the flower tucked itself into Mèlawen’s hair, a bright white flower with pink imprints to the petals. “Aspects?” she asked while her voice appeared to grow stronger in tone “Aspects?” she called out once more. Her calls were met with silence, simply the night sky and the landscape to comfort the strange experience she’d been jostled into “Fear not ome’ii of flowers.” The voice sounded different, softer, a more melodic tone even “She shall be strong, she shall grow what you have started. She is the future.” Mèlawen frowned, deeply confused however seeming to be unable to speak, it didn't feel right.. It simply didn't work anymore as if her voice had been removed completely. “Chaos will settle in the storm. Light will carve a path in the cobbled streets. Everything will be gone. .Gone.. Gone.. Gone. Time will move along. The tree’s you remember will grow again. Stronger, and better.” The two voices began to speak as one as the final dreaded line hardened growing louder and louder until the voice’s tone was unbearable. “Time will not quake until you find it. Time will continue. It will not slow for your incompetence. Grow up Mèlawen” Mèlawen woke up. Staring up at the ceiling as she leaned over, peering at her husband Kosher, who was still asleep. The room was dim, nothing had changed, there wasn't a smell and the sound of frogs filled the bedroom. The ocean breeze along the widow's peak. Slowly, Melawen reached up pulling the flower from behind her ear.. It was still there in a white and pink beauty. “Clematis.” Ooc: For reference, here is the Clematis Flower

[!] Leaflets are posted in the marketplace as well as outside the bastille of Karinah’siol. Scout Pamphlet, Vol oem – The Bay Issued 9th of The Amber Cold, Year 71 of the Second Age Theme Citizens of Haelun’or Eluhieran, the scouts of Haelun’or, shall be going on an excursion this Malin’s Welcome with a goal established by Maheral Braxus Ni’leya; To capture a white octopus. One has been confirmed to exist off the coast of our Silver Isle. The octopus is then to be transferred to the fishtank within the restricted Eternal Library. The scouts humbly ask you to join us on this day, as it is too precarious to go alone. This task will contribute towards the Sil Badge for Uhieran! In this capture, the creature is not to be harmed, we must be tactful in our approach. [!] A fold on the leaflet can be flipped up! Maheral Braxus Ni’leya Uhieran Scout Leader Elarhil Sullas Uhieran Scout Leader Alpine Wonda MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

An artists depiction of an celebration taking place by the tripartite alliance. A GREAT FEAST As the Tripartite army withdrew from the battlefield and returned to their war camp, many small feasts and celebrations of their victory rang out across the various territories of the alliance, mead was poured, meat was cooked and wine was drunk. But as Bakir sat in the great dwarven halls of Kal’Darakaan he would find these celebrations not worthy of the warriors who fell during the battle, not honoring those who were victims to the crimes of Philip III, and not great enough to be remembered in history. So Bakir brought forth a dwarven scribe and issued summons to each signatory in the Tripartite alliance for a Great Feast in the halls of Kal'Darakaan, where food would overflow and your cup would not go empty. So word spread around the entirety of Almaris, and individual letters would be sent to each of the signatories of the Tripartite Alliance. The Kingdom of Haense and to Sigismund III The Ferrymen Band The Vale of Nevaehlen and to Mirven Caerme’onn The Kingdom of Savoy and to Ser Lucien To the Kingdom of Krugmar and to Rex Ar-Borok’Akaal To the Kingdom of Norland

The duty of the Druid is to protect, to heal, to preserve, and to serve the Balance. The Balance is simultaneously mighty in its enormity of influence and fragile enough to require the aid of Druids. From ensuring that descendants do not leech nutrients from the earth from over farming to snuffing out vile sorcerers, the duties of the Druidic Order are varied. They can be quiet, challenging, lethal or anything in between. For the development of Druids both early and late in their journey, it is important to collaborate with our kin. The Mother Circle has seen value in delegating tasks to any willing party of druids for the continued benefit of the Balance. Here you will find adventures to embark on with your kin, with potential reward for all involved, be them attuned or unattuned. Seek purpose here when your duties become light. ____________________________________________________________________________ Current Expeditions of the Mother Circle Riverside Rumble The Rivers beside the Atoll grove have had their natural flow altered by some means, affecting everything downstream. The lack of water has caused great thirst to the land and animal population, and the chance of wildfire by negligence has become dangerously high. Seek out the affected portion of the river using the provided rafts, find out what has caused their disruption along the natural flow and rectify it. Suggested party: 2-3 Suggested party composition: Dedicant, Young Druid Combat: Unlikely Hazards: Whitewater rafting, unstable wilderness, probable wild animal encounters ((Repeatable?: No)) Seashore Shenanigans While the world’s political state has become uncertain with the Orenian and Dwarven war heating up, we’ve seen an increase of military cargo, trading ships, and pirates passing by our portion of the oceans. Some of these ships have sailed dangerously close to known coral reefs, and I am entrusting you and your kin to ensure that these fragile ecosystems are not disturbed by the passing of these vessels. Suggested party: 3-4 Suggested party composition: Dedicant, Druid, Blight Healer Combat: Possible Hazards: Underwater exploration, coral reefs, sailors ((Repeatable?: Yes)) The Laughing God ((Part 1)) Some travelers have been sending the Archdruids letters of warning for travelers traveling from the desert. According to them, there are ‘protectors of nature’ unknown to us that are robbing, stealing, and harming anyone who expresses a wish to travel to the Atoll Grove. One traveler has requested an escort party to help guide their pilgrimage to the Grove. Stay on your toes, team, we don’t have any other insight to the situation. Suggested party: 3-4 Suggested party composition: Any Combat: Expected Hazards: Harsh climate, potential bandits, lengthy travel ((Repeatable?: Yes)) Updated 12th of The Amber Cold ((4/4/22)) ((OOC))

WHO’S THE LOVELIEST OF THEM ALL? A Beauty Contest Penned 4 1 4 E.S As is becoming traditional for the House of Ludovar, heated discussions have taken place within the Ludovar family apartments over whomst among the captivating young ladies of the Haeseni Courts is the loveliest and could be regarded as the most beautiful rose. As it happens, 15 years ago House Ludovar held their own beauty contest to answer this same question in relation to the previous generation of young ladies. THE COMPETITION Any person of Hanseti-Ruska, young or old, may take part as they wish. Ladies competing shall don their most beautiful gowns to present themselves to a trio of judges, while men shall don their finest outfits. All contestants shall strike 3 poses before the judges; Her Grace, Marie Lorraine Ruthern as a previous winner of the beauty contest (@sarahbarah), The Oracle of Krusev who came in third place (@Gusano), and lastly Her Royal Majesty, Koenas Emma Karenina (@livrose). The results shall be decided by the looks, dress and posing standard of contestants. THE NEW TRADITION It has been decided that with each new generation’s iteration of the Ludovar Beauty Contest, a new tradition shall be added to the roster of those already existing. With the generation of 400 E.S, the latest tradition shall be that all participants are required to wear a light pastel colour as the primary colour of their dress for the event. THE PRIZES The top three contestants as decided by the judges shall receive prizes. However, unlike the previous beauty contest that was held, the prizes on this occasion shall be monetary. The first place participant shall be awarded with 300 mina, the second place with 200, and the third with 100 mina respectively. Once the final places have been announced, winners should speak to Lord Johann Ludovar for the monetary rewards. SIGNED, His Excellency, Johann Frederick Ludovar, Baron of Otistadt, Lord of Kazstadt, High Justiciar of Hanseti-Ruska Her Ladyship, Adele Emma Ludovar

ʟᴀ ᴍᴀꜱᴄᴀʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ᴄᴏᴜʀ ᴅ’ᴀᴍᴏᴜʀ The 19 of The Grand Harvest , 63 SA “𝒥𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝒹𝓊 𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓁 𝑒𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓈 é𝓉𝑜𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝒾.” ♬♪♫ With the frost giving way to the budding of spring, the Kingdom of Elysium welcomes her citizens and allies to celebrate Love in the hopes that the aforementioned buds bloom into breathtaking blossoms. It is within these times that we hope the blossoming bud that we sow in the soil of our court grow to flourish and create future seedlings. La cour d’amour is an assembly of already betrothed Elysians who will aid young lovers in finding a match during the evening! Even though it may not be your first choice, we urge you to see past what you may find fit for yourself. Allow us to guide you through a romantic evening. ITINERARY Présentation de la Cour d'Amour -: ✧ :- The rules of engagement and introduction of your hosts! La danse en cercle -: ✧ :- Fleeting minuets danced in minutes of cordial delight! Will you be dancing with the person of your dreams? Your future best friend? Only time will tell! La chasse au ruban -: ✧ :- Find your host to be bestowed a ribbon! Who knows what colour you will be paired with! Le retour à la danse -: ✧ :- Once you have found your ribbon’s colour match, return to dance the evening away and get to know them! DRESS CODE We humbly ask our guests to adhere to the following colour codes for their masks: -: ✧ :- 𝕷𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖉'𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗 - Alabaster White masks worn by your helpful love hosts! -: ✧ :- 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖊 - Salmon Pink masks are worn by those who do not wish to partake in the Chasse but rather search for love on the dance floor alone! -: ✧ :- 𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖉/𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 - Emerald Green masks in honour of Esmond Reede’s signature colour and his passing. -: ✧ :- 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉/𝖂𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 - Sky Blue masks For the couples who wish to just enjoy the masquerade without being asked to partake in any manner of courtship rituals. -: ✧ :- 𝕷𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘 é𝖙𝖔𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖘 - Buttercup Yellow masks are asked to be worn by those too young to be courted but wish to simply enjoy the festivities!* Otherwise, we sincerely hope our guests will dress to feel their best! Signed, Duke Eugeo de Astrea Lady Aylin Reede de Astrea, Heir Apparent Minister of Interior & Foreign Affairs Dr. Esmeralda Mariana Guenevere, Protector of the Hyspians, High Council Member, Elysian Post & Postal Founder, & Acting Chancellor of Culture Lady Leika de Astrea

THE BLOSSOMING OF A MAGNOLIA The Hauchmetvas of Lady Adele Emma of Otistadt PENNDED 3RD OF MSITZA AND DARGUND, 412 E.S [An illustration of both Adele Emma Ludovar and Amicia Valerie Ludovar] IT IS WITH GREAT JOY, That House Ludovar announces the betrothal of Lady Amicia Ludovar to His Serene Highness, Frederick de Joannes; Prince of South Sedan. THEREFORE, Baron Johann is pleased to announce the coming Hauchmetvas of his second daughter, Lady Adele Ludovar. THE EVENT WILL SERVE THREEFOLD. Firstly, as a celebration in light of both of the Ludovar twins’ ascensions into adulthood. It will also act as Lady Adele’s traditional Haeseni Hauchmetvas for her to accept prospective suitors to secure familial alliances and in preparation for the forthcoming Lifstala season. And thirdly, as a celebration of Lady Amicia’s betrothal. I. THE BESTOWING OF THE GARLAND The event will begin with Baron Johann giving a speech about both of his daughters. Following the speech, as is traditional for a Haeseni Hauchmetvas, a wreath ceremony will be held in honour of Lady Adele’s openness to courtship. The bestowment of the wreath is being handled by her beloved twin sister, Amicia, who has decided to gift her a garland composed of meaningful traditional flowers. Upon the wreath shall be centrally purple magnolias due to their being Lady Adele’s favourite flowers and signifying long life and purity, yellow yarrows encouraging the everlasting love the debutante will share with her potential suitor, and white myrtle flowers to wish Lady Adele good luck in her bright future. II. THE FATHER-DAUGHTER DANCE The first dance of the night will be a waltz between Lady Adele and her father, Baron Johann Ludovar, for them to share a final moment before she begins the process of courtship. Upon the conclusion of the father-daughter dance, the ballroom floor will be opened to any couples present in the room to dance the night away. Lady Adele will then take any dance requests from potential suitors wishing to show their intentions to begin courtship with the young Lady. III. EXPECTED ATTIRE Due to Lady Adele’s fascination and love of literature, the theme for the evening will be Fairy Tales. As usual for a Hauchmetvas, it is asked that honourable guests do not adorn the colour red out of respect for the tradition. However, the Ludovar twins have decided to swap their favourite colours that they usually don for the evening. As red is the traditional colour of a debutante, Lady Amicia will be adopting her sister’s favourite colour: Blue. Therefore, both young Ladies have requested that guests do not don the colour blue exclusively as their outfit. All other colours are completely allowed, providing that blue and red are not the primary colours of a Lady’s gown. Any gifts that friends of the now-grown ladies wish to deliver to them will be entirely welcome and both twins hope to see many of their friends in attendance! FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: His Royal Majesty, Sigismund III, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his royal pedigree His Princely Grace, Johann Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree His Grace, Rhys var Ruthern, and Her Grace, Marie Ruthern neé Ludovar, Duke and Duchess of Vidaus and their noble pedigree His Grace, Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Aldrik Kortrevich, Count of Jerovitz and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Aleksandr Amador, Viscount of Aurveldt and their noble pedigree The Baronial noble pedigree of House Mondblume His Royal Highness, Otto Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree PERSONAL INVITES ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: His Serene Highness, Frederick Stanimar de Joannes, Prince of Sedan and his royal pedigree SIGNED, His Lordship, Baron Johann Frederick Ludovar, Baron of Otistadt, Lord of Kazstadt Her Ladyship, Adele Emma Ludovar Her Ladyship, Amicia Valerie Ludovar

The Principality of South Sedan brings to you… Ireheart supremasexy An Evening of love and romance for all… "Admirers Masquerade” Which will be held on: Night of the Red Heart Moon, 16th of Tobias's Bounty, 1859 [!] The people and the vassals of Urguan would find this invite posted in mailboxes, city boards, and pinned to the doors of citizens. It would be posted so that the people of the Tripartite Accord would all be welcomed to come and enjoy the Masquerade. Each invite, and post, was sealed with the emblem of Her ladyship, Boja ‘BB’ Bojo, Baroness of Huvaardia. The nations of the war have lost a lot of people, from leaders, to citizens. Each side of the war has lost many and in light of said losses, Sedan is hosting a ball to help the youth and many more find love and friends, all while enjoying some sort of freedom and calm during this war. Even though we are offering peace during this Masquerade ball, many on the side of Oren will not be per say welcomed with open arms. All of the people not coming from the Tripartite Accord will be searched, only to ensure that we will help keep the peace while the event goes on. People of all ages are welcomed. The ball will be hosted in Sedan, just outside of the Sedanian Church, there will be foods of many types and drinks for those above drinking age, while offering juices and sweet drinks for those underage. Music, dancing and entertainment will be offered to all who come to enjoy the night of love and friendship. All of said visitors and attendees are expected to don certain colours: white, red, and gold, The colours are believed to be tied to love and freedom in a sense. Along with the colours, each and everyone is asked to wear a mask, to cover only their upper faces. The women are expected to don dresses, which hold wide and flowing skirts, while being modest. As the ball comes to a close, we will name a she and he as the best dressed, giving the title of “The Red Dove” to said lovely lady, and “The Red Raven” to the handsome fella, but only for the said night. Signed, Her ladyship, Boja ‘BB’ Bojo, Baroness of Huvaardia [OOC]

Hey there. Do you like events, specifically, do you like running events? Do you like minas? Well have I got the opportunity for YOU. Im looking for someone to host player-run events for a small group of players ranging from like 3-7ish. I will be working personally with you to theorycraft ideas and such, and organize them with the groups. The pay is negotiable, but im thinking around 100-300 mina per full encounter that you run, or alternatively (depending on how good or how active you are), a weekly stipend of ~200 minas or something like that. This is all negotiable. If youre interested in this, or might know someone who is, DM me @ Lomiei#5456 on discord. Avoid responding in comments, as I will likely not check them.

ᚷᛁᛗᛗᛖ ᚤᛖᚱ ᛒᛖᛚᛏ 2.4.2022 The horns begin sounding in the Halls of the Irehearts as the calling of an ancient tradition passed on by the Paragons begins. A registry has been placed upon the clan board to be filled by every participant for the weeks leading up to the event. It will take place in the Ireheart Clan Hall located inside the capitol of Urguan. (Click the scroll and Sign Up) [Sponsored by the (Dwed Wrestling Entertainment)]

VE HAUCHMETVAS I AIN PRINZENAS [i] A portrait of Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta lies here. Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, Her Royal Highness, Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya is pleased to announce the arrival of her fourteenth name day and Hauchmetvas celebration. Her Highness formally invites all citizens of Hanseti-Ruska and its allies to a gala commemorating her transition from childhood to womanhood. Itinerary for the Evening: BESTOWING OF THE WREATH The Hauchmetvas Ball shall begin with the bestowing of a flower wreath to Her Highness by her mother, Koenas Emma Karenina, of white camellias to wish her flawless beauty in the years to come, white daffodils so that she might love herself through all challenges in life, white roses so that she might usher in new beginnings, and calla lilies to encourage her to live her life with modesty. THE FIRST DANCE After being bestowed the traditional wreath, guests are encouraged to approach Her Highness to bestow gifts on her, before Her Highness and Koeng Sigismund III take the floor to open the ball with a father-daughter dance. Her Highness will then accept dances with those who approach her at her discretion. A BANQUET TO FOLLOW Afterward, a grand feast shall be held, a wide array of food, pastries and alcohols and guests shall be encouraged to stuff themselves to their hearts’ content. His Royal Majesty, Koeng Sigismund III will give a speech, followed by a speech from Her Majesty, Koenas Emma Karenina. ATTIRE & THEME The theme for the evening shall be Newly Bloomed Spring, guests are encouraged to wear pastel colors with flower accessories for ladies, and earth or water tones with gold or silver accessories for gentlemen. Those who wish to enter courtship with Her Highness are encouraged to wear newly bloomed roses. SPECIFIC INVITATIONS WOULD BE SENT TO: His Princely Grace, Johann Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree His Grace, Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree His Grace, Rhys var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Aldrik Kortrevich, Count of Jerovitz and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Aleksandr Amador, Viscount of Aurveldt and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Johann Ludovar, Baron of Otistadt and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Sigmar Mondblume, Baron of Richtenburg and his noble pedigree His Royal Highness, Otto Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree The Allies of Hanseti-Ruska SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya [OOC: RESCHEDULED for February 11th in the Nikirala Prikaz ballroom at 5PM EST]

Rebrand of the White Bear Tavern (Year Sixty of The Second Age) "L'eau fait pleurer, le vin fait chanter" "Water makes one cry, wine makes one sing" [!] A local Elysian’s rendition of the warm and inviting interior of the newly-titled Drunken Bokolo Tavern. To the Citizens of Elysium and all hungry wanderers, In this time of universal uncertainty and growth within our great Kingdom, we at The White Bear have decided to belatedly accentuate such shifts in unison with a change of our own. As of today, The White Bear Tavern will henceforth be rebranded and recognized under a newly selected title, The Drunken Bokolo. This alteration is intended to complement the freshly forming cultures and atmosphere of Elysium, while maintaining the roots that still define us. However, in addition to the new name, this reinvention comes in pair with a brand new menu - stocked full to the brim with a versatile and diverse assortment of locally sourced beverages, meals, and sweets, all carefully crafted to correlate and represent the way of life in our city. Furthermore, in celebration of this news, upon this upcoming Malin’s Welcome - only two Saint’s Days from now, The Drunken Bokolo will be holding a special tavern night to highlight all of the varying new items in stock. In addition, there will be an intense drinking contest - in which the winner will be allowed to create and submit their very own drink to the tavern’s circulation and new menu. Any and all are invited to come out and try the initial implementation of our new menu, and enjoy themselves in a night of revelry and celebration of both our community, and our home. [OOC: Thursday, January 27th at 5PM EST.] [Items visible within the menu are not representative of their descriptions, and are merely extremely summarized variants of them to accommodate for the limited formatting.] Signed, Duke Eugeo de Astrea Lady Aylin de Astrea, Heir Regent Minister of Interior & Foreign Affairs Penned by, Lord Esmond Reede, Department of Culture Chancellor, High Council Member, Co-Owner of The Drunken Bokolo Dr. Esmeralda Mariana Guenevere, High Council Member, Elysian Post and Postal Founder, Head Event Collaborator, & Protector of the Hyspians Dr. Lotte Dolorem, Department of Health Chancellor

[!] Some members of a strange and mysterious group conversing suspiciously Some of the guards on patrol throughout the Royal City of Karosgrad might begin to hear rumors about a strange organization who may or not be lurking throughout the kingdom. Some days ago, it was reported to some of our officers that a small group of hooded and suspicious individuals were seen conversing near the cave underpass on the main road to Haense. Strangely, they carried with them a large horse-drawn container, covered by many blankets and sheets to intentionally and non-subtly obscure vision from any onlookers. Any and all who passed by them would take notice, as when they approached, the group would cease their conversations and wait for any outsiders pass out of earshot before continuing to speak and point towards the Kingdom's capital. One of the men, with a face obscured in full mask, hood, and glasses, is often seen tapping a quill to a tablet of parchment and hastily scribbling some unseeable words and numbers upon it. It cannot be even speculated as to what the business these strange figures have here, or even from where they come. All that is certain, is that strange activity is afoot, and the protectors of the realm ought to be on their highest guard.

To The Mountain Men To the Tribesmen, The People of the Mountains, The Kingdom of Norland and Jarldom of Dunrath do not accept this proposal written forth. We reject it on all counts. 1. The Jarldom of Dunrath shall build as they see fit and as the King of Norland allows. 2. The Fortress known as “Fort Cathrine” will continue to stay standing. 3. The Settlement known as Gränsstad will continue to exist as it has. 4. The Construction of estates outside the walls of Dunrath shall continue as they have. 5. Constructions of roads through the Raenrland will continue as they have. 6. The Tribesman of the Mountains will be allowed to live in peace. These terms are non-negotiable. Should you refuse, The Father’s fire shall rain down on you, and all of Norland shall descend upon your lands until all of you are sent to his halls for judgement. We are the rightful rulers of all the lands of Norland, including the Raenrland mountains. There will not be an acceptance needed as these are our terms, if they are not followed, all of you shall have war upon you. Signed, His Royal Majesty, Vane Freysson Ruric , King of Norland, Duke of Varhelm, High Chieftain of the Rurikkid, Protector of Highlanders His Highness, Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric, Marshal of the Ashguard, Prince of Norland, Ruler of Eiriksgrad The Most Honorable, Dùghlas MacDhaibhidh MacFhilib MacMartainn Sutharlainn, Chieftain of the United Clans of Barr and Suther, Jarl of Dùnrath, The Rt. Hon. Lady, Leyna Edvardsson, Baroness of Krew, Chieftain of Kazimir, Envoy of the Kingdom of Norland

❆ The Elysium Krugmas Tavern Night ❆ 19th of The Sun's Smile, SA 45 “Krugmas is the day that brings everyone all together.” [!] A painting of the Elysium square, filled with festive decorations and freshly adorned with a vibrantly lush Krugmas tree, its many branches embellished with shimmering ornamentation. To the Citizens of Elysium and Her Allies, As winter advances across Almaris, the Duchy of Elysium will be celebrating Krugmas! In these darkened days which envelop our realm, times like this allow us to celebrate the cheerful revelry which must be held steadfast in one's heart to persevere. These festivities will commence upon this upcoming Snow’s Maiden, within the upper-most floor of The White Bear Tavern. Any and all are invited to come and enjoy the warm merriment which permeates the wooden walls of our tavern. Steaming hot chocolate, peppermint sticks, freshly baked gingerbread cookies, chilled eggnog and more will be served by our diligent keepers, as the spirit of Krugmas is maintained throughout. Furthermore, all participants will receive small festive presents upon entry, and are invited to take this time to exchange gifts with their family and friends. As well as the interchange of presents, all are also encouraged to swap tales, whether they be of festive nature, or simply stories of times past. Remembrance and communion found the ideals which represent Krugmas, and it is these same sentiments that we intend to honor by hearthfire and snow. Finally, while it is by no means required, all are welcome to don sweaters of Krugmas spirit, whether they be ugly or not! Perhaps, too, Father Krugmas himself will pay a visit this cold winter night, and deliver joy and gifts alike to any young ones who may take part in such holiday spirit… Signed, Duke Eugeo de Astrea Lady Aylin de Astrea, Heir Regent Minister of Interior & Foreign Affairs Penned by, Lord Esmond Reede, Co-Owner of the White Bear Tavern and Department of Culture Chancellor Lady Emerald Guenevere, Elysian Post and Postal Founder Event Committee

Blood, Snow and Shadow “When your City is in flames with the walls crumbling around you and the very air in your lungs is choked with ash and ember.. When your citizens are hung from the walls and the banners of the Black Sun hang from the ruins of your Keep.. it will be too late to renounce your False Gods. We offer you this one final chance at Salvation.” - The Barrowlord Astark to the imprisoned High Prince of Fenn, Vytrek. In all of Fenns long and storied history, this would be their darkest of days. A day forever to be remembered, where the Stalwart Light of the few stood against the coming dark in what was to be their final hour. The actions that played out this day would determine the fate of their city and their people as they stood on the very brink of annihilation. And yet.. The Nations of Almaris did nothing, standing on the sidelines and choosing to battle their Descendant brothers and sisters in petty disagreements between Nations and perceived insults. Killing and maiming each other over material possessions, land and titles. If only they knew that once Fenn had been reduced to ash and rubble and the banners of the Blackened Sun hung from their walls.. That this host of Xion, this Legion of the Damned would be on their doorstep next. And so the embattled defenders of Fenn stood alone. The Ivae’Fenn, the Vigilants, the ordinary citizens of Fenn and their Azdrazi allies.. Surrounded on all sides as the jaws of death closed in on them. With a Prophecy foretold, warning of the coming events, they did all they could to bolster their defences and forge new weapons. But would it be enough? ❄ The Battle of Fenn Begins ❄ And so that fateful day arrived, an eerie silence taking hold of the city as the defenders stood ready. The Archvigilant of War assessed the defences and the nervous defenders, he had faith in his people and in Wyrvun to carry them to victory. Several lines of defences had been set up between the main gates of the city and the Keep, the once peaceful city had been turned into a veritable fortress that stood ready to receive the Blackened Host. And so it began.. The silence would be broken as thousands of trumpets pierced the wintry air and the howling winds of the blizzard that still ravaged the city. They could not see their foe, the unhallowed fogs and blistering blizzards obscuring their sight to nothing. Yet, the Children of Fenn had prepared themselves, wearing magical helmets to detect the heat signatures of their foes in the mists. Bang. Bang. Bang.. the Gates of Fenn were battered relentlessly, the cries and moans of the undead crying out for the blood of the defenders in the names of their dark masters. Then, with a thundering crack would the gates be breached and the horde of the damned poured through into the streets of the city. “Open Fire!” The command was relayed to the defenders, several ballista and regiments of archers readied their weapons before unleashing a hailstorm of projectiles into the breach and the horde swarming through it. The projectiles glinted under the blackened sun overhead, their arrowheads of aurum and thanium seeming like a descending storm of stars that laid waste to the first wave. Arms and armour fell to the ground as phantasmal warriors were slain in the hundreds, being manifested and banished to whatever realm they had come from. Yet it was nowhere near enough. The first line of defences were quickly overwhelmed, an intense aura of dread taking hold of the city as the undead horde butchered and slaughtered their way through the Fennic defenders without mercy. Chanting the name of their Forsaken Lord and offering up Xionist chants to the Black Sun that lingered overhead. Those who had not succumbed to the butchery that took place in the first line of defence quickly retreated, falling back to the second line as Ballista's were reloaded and arrows were knocked in place. ❂ The Dark Lord Arrives ❂ From the midst of that carnage a towering figure clad in armour wrought of infernal design stepped forth, their stygian gaze coming to study the defiant defenders that stood in opposition to the Children of Xion. The Forsaken Lord of the Xionist forces had arrived, flanked on either side by an honour guard of towering stone Knights that pulverised any would-be assailant that dared neared this Dark God. A discordant choir of voices would make their presence known, booming forth from the armoured husk of that Forsaken Lord. “Children of Fenn, you have had your chance to repent and forsake your False Gods for years. And yet you still stand defiant, willful slaves to higher powers that care not for you or your kin! And so.. With a heavy heart does the duty of your execution fall upon us. We cannot allow you to be pawns to the Aengudemonica any longer..” “Open Fire!” came that command once more from the Fennic Commanders, another volley of ballista bolts, arrows and javelins descending upon the damned host and the Forsaken Lord. The efforts of the defenders would prove fruitless however, the Barrowlord extending forth a palm and bringing forth the mortal magicks at their command to summon an ectoplasmic barrier of immense proportions that stopped the hailstorm of projectiles in their path. A victorious cry would rise from the attackers as suddenly the atmosphere on the battlefield changed.. Both the Children of Fenn and the Children of Xion fell silent as the shadows seemingly intensified before retreating and being pulled into the centre of the city and the gaping crater that lingered there. The two armies stopped their fighting as they watched onward in terror as the Apparition awoke from its slumber under the earth. As a sickening laugh of a child's voice broke the silence, chaos was unleashed once more. The Apparition was the friend of none and the foe of all, laying waste to both the Children of Fenn and the Children of Xion in droves. It shifted in and out of reality, appearing in the midst of tightly pact formations of troops before tearing them limb from limb in brutal fashion. The forces of Light and Dark resumed their slaughter of one another and did their best to avoid the Apparition's wrath as the very streets of Fenn became slick with the blood of the fallen. There was one however that held the key to Fenns salvation and victory in this seemingly impossible fight, a Draconic Warrior and Champion of the Flame. Standing in the back line and offering aid to the beleaguered defenders, his very presence acted as a beacon that bolstered the faltering hearts of those who were overcome with fear and dread. With ease he laid waste to any hungering geist that managed to breach through their lines, cutting them apart and banishing them with blistering dragon's flame. Yet he was here for one in particular, his fiery countenance studying the carnage before him in search of the enemies Champion and Commander. There they were.. ❖ The Decisive Moment ❖ The Forsaken Lord was cutting a bloody swathe through the battlefield and leaving a great many dead in her wake alongside her Stone Guardians. Though her path of destruction would come to a sudden halt as the Apparition conjured forth a glimmering storm from the skies that unleashed devastation on the battlefield and tore into the Forsaken Lord’s Honour Guard and herself, cutting them apart. This was the opportunity the Fennic defenders needed, a single moment in the shifting events of the battle that would determine their victory or defeat. As the Barrowlord engaged in bloody close quarters combat, their armoured form would come to be destroyed and their true form would be exposed for all to see. The sickly radiant visage of the Wight Barrowlord ascending into the air above the battlefield as infernal weapons hovered around them intent on killing a great many more. Yet, unaware to this Lord the apparition hunted her.. Should the Apparition have claimed the power from this Forsaken Lord, it would be unstoppable. It would be unknown if the Draconic Champion knew this or not, but they were well aware of the opportunity that had presented itself and with their arm reared back a mighty spear of dragon flame was conjured forth and hurled with great speed. It punctured deep into the Barrowlords form, a shrill cry escaping their being as it was torn apart and exploded from within. This was the turning point of the battle and the Hierophant, the Forsaken Lords personal champion, sounded the call to retreat. Their voices booming across the battlefield for all to hear! “The Lord has fallen, retreat!” With this final act would the city of Fenn be saved, the Draconic Warrior watching as the Children of Xion were routed from the city only to watch as the Apparition descended on him in those final moments of the battle.. ↽ The Aftermath ⇀ And so the Defenders of Fenn would win the day, but at what cost? The streets of Fenn were covered with the slain bodies of hundreds and the gutters ran red with the blood of the fallen as the city burned. Many sons and daughters of Fenn had been slain, and the Apparition still yet lived in the Crypts below.. Would they continue to stand alone against this threat? Barely holding on to their lives as week after week, year after year they were assailed by the forces of the dark. Or would the Nations of Almaris finally turn their gaze to Fenn and rally to their aid? Only time would tell.

FIFTH NAME DAY EXTRAVAGANZA [i] A painting of the Royal House celebrating Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta’s fifth name day sits here. Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, Her Serene Highness, Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya, formally invites the people of Hanseti-Ruska and the honorable invitees below to her fifth name day celebration in the Nikirala Prikaz. Attendees will be expected to wear white carnations, Her Highness’ favorite flower. The festivities shall begin with a magnificent feast, where Her Highness shall be presented with marvelous gifts, an exorbitant amount of pastries, and an exquisite name day cake. After the feast, Her Serene Highness shall invite the attending youth out into the gardens to search for a hutch of animals that have been released, with each chicken signifying one point, each rabbit signifying three points, and the singular fox signifying ten points. The winner shall receive a bag of sweets and a sash. INVITATIONS WOULD BE SENT TO: His Grace, Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree His Grace, Ailred var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Vladrik Kortrevich, Count of Jerovitz and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Johann Barclay, Count of Reinmar and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Isaak Amador, Viscount of Aurveldt and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Robert Ludovar, Baron of Otistadt and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Sigmar Mondblume, Baron of Richtenburg and his noble pedigree His Royal Highness, Otto Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree The Allies of Hanseti-Ruska SIGNED, Her Royal Majesty, Koenas Emma Karenina, Queen of Hanseti-Ruska Her Serene Highness, Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya [OOC: To be held in the Nikirala Prikaz on the 2nd of December at 5 PM EST.)

Wedding and tournament is in the Varhelm Square in Norland. We hope to see you there!

Hello LotC! It's marimbamonk, or Zac Clay. I stream LotC on the weekends :) I'm happy to introduce a new project of mine: LotC Quest Cards! Here is the first one. Every day (except Sundays), a new quest will be added to the card. The card will be updated on my Discord: https://discord.gg/SAsaJcRVXj How It Works Quests can range from broad, general tasks – like "RP with another character" – to more specific ones, like "explore this location." If you want to start a quest, simply log on to LotC and choose your own path to try to complete it! Quests are open-ended, so feel free to be creative, as long as you still feel like you've completed the task! You don't need to complete a quest the day it comes out – just make sure you've finished it by the end of the week! Most importantly, make sure you take screenshots as you undergo your quest. You will need to submit 1-5 screenshots as proof that you've completed each quest. Once you've completed as many quests as you care to, you would submit all of your screenshots to the form found in the #cards channel on my Discord. The form will show up on Saturday (when the final quest is revealed), and closes on Monday (when a new card is announced)! Once your quests are submitted, you're all done! Some cards will have rewards, or prizes. Submitting this one, for example, will enter you in for a chance to win a free game through Humble Choice (it's like Humble Bundle). More details and stuff are on my Discord server; that's sort of the hub for the quests right now. See the link above if you want to get involved! Otherwise, let me know what ya'll think! Thanks!

☾ The Elysium Astral Feast ☽ ✧ The Grand Harvest, Year 49 of the Second Age ✧ -- Pinned to notice boards throughout the realm, a small ornate flyer rests before you, its parchment bordered with an intricate golden trim, and its ink denoted by a rich lavender hue. -- -- A local Elysian artist’s rendition of a darkened night sky dotted full of billowing sky lanterns. To the Denizens of Elysium and Its Allies, As Autumn advances, and the air continues to grow crisp and cool, it is necessary we remember the importance of union and familial bond in times of complexity and change. Let us set aside our trials and tribulations and for one night celebrate and commemorate such strong unification which emboldens us all to our causes, whatever they may be. In two Elven days, upon The Grand Harvest of year forty-nine of the Second Age, invitations are extended to all to attend the Elysium Astral Feast, held within the grand palace of the Duchy of Elysium. Any and all are delightfully welcomed to enjoy the festivities and feasting that will be provided by the de Astrean family and Department of Culture. -- Festivities Upon entry into the palace, all attendees will be gifted their own handcrafted paper floating lantern to keep until the conclusion of the dinner. All will continue up the grand quartz staircase of the Palace towards the upper floor, where a banquet will have been laid out and prepared for all to enjoy a delicious and well-rounded meal of many courses. Following the conclusion of the feast, Duke Eugeo de Astrea shall provide a short speech regarding the de Astrean family and its origins, as well as the significant presence of family and fellowship seen spread wide throughout our wonderful Duchy. Once the speech has seen its end, all participants will be invited to exit the palace and enter the gardens, where the lanterns handed out previously shall be withdrawn. Within these paper vessels shall be penned wishes and whims one may hold for themselves or their families, to be then set alight and released into the shimmering sky above, welcoming the dawning days before as the lanterns intertwine with the starlight beyond. -- Special Invitations are extended to the Clans residing within the Duchy of Elysium, as well as the De Astrean family and its many members. Signed and Penned by, Lord Esmond Reede, Department of Culture Chancellor. With cooperation from, Lady Emerald Ferinn-Guenevere, Department of Culture Collaborator. Orchestrated by, [Saturday, 6PM EST] Issued the 20th of Snow's Maiden, Year 49 of the Second Age.

Prelude. [!] Far and across every realm - to all Descendant kind, the following message would be delivered. To some, it will be stamped with a self-devouring serpent. To others, a single, baleful eye wreathed with flame. To some still, an assembly of seven stars above an Elven crown. The meaning, regardless is the same. I have walked into the den of the Titan, expecting death, and instead am given this charge. This warning I extend to Almaris and all its peoples. “Mark this hour’s passing. Amathea’s doom is certain. I will come upon it as a great and terrible malice of the like that this world has only just forgotten. It will begin at the city’s heart, which will blacken and burn. A poison will flow through the woodland realm’s veins, and when it has been made grey, I will reap all that I have sown and feast upon its lifeforce. Black metal will fall from the sky and mar every monument to elvenkind, every altar to your gods, and every grove in which you celebrate life. I will do this without pause. And when I have finished my work I will look to the East.” For Azdromoth is his name Calamity, his domain Amaethea is next. @Bhased @Panashea @Iverach @_pr0fit @Xarkly @Terry @OhDeerLord@Lionbileti @BenevolentManacles @WestCarolina @Formenost @Malaise @Valannor @Abeam @Monkee@Bethinwonderland @Suicidium

Concealed words The first lights of day broke through the window reflecting onto the dark elven man’s face that rested onto his messy double bed. The man groaned in displeasure as he felt the sun rays on his face, he turned around letting the light now light his back, showing his many ugly scars on his skin of soot in great detail. He then patted the empty space on the other side of the bed, feeling the wool fabric under his palm, as he did that he slowly opened his eyes as he looked at the empty spot with a frown and blurry vision. A groan left his mouth as he raised his back to now sit on the bed, he felt his head spinning as he did that.... right... the other day was very active one for him: he attended his beloved son’s wedding and enjoyed a beautiful night with his fellow mali’kers and family, he organised an exciting fist scuff night too. But after that he had a talk with his latest partner, he now was alone again and got rightfully called a “bastard” by that woman. After that memory all he could remember was running to the tavern with his lads. He now fully understood why he was sick, he surely chugged a whole stock of alcohol, he knew he was a shameful alcoholic and when he saw drinks and started sipping the first he would not stop until he was satisfied, of course he never was so he just ended up wobbling around the tavern while complaining of his crappy life choices and crying about irrelevant things like the drunk man he was. He still now is wondering how his poor liver can still function with this quantity of toxic alcohol passing through it. Other than the spiralling down situation of the other day he stood there with a stupid smile on his face, thinking about the marriage of his son and that sweet girl named Aver’wyn, as he did that he turned to the window and whistled. From the open window a menacing crow with feathers of soot heavily landed on his right shoulder. As it’s claws grabbed onto his skin the man did not flinch, instead he started to write on a piece of paper, he folded it once finished and attached it to the golden crow’s collar “go an’ do yer job, Schwarzer” he said softly as the crow soared out of the window with unnerving speed. You may be wondering who might receive these letters... or what it may be written on them... these letters were merely dropped from the diligent Schwarzer somewhere in Stygian Hollow, lost to time until a lucky folk manages to get their eyes on the mysterious piece of paper. Perhaps Zirath wanted to have some fun after the stressful life he led. He patiently waited for a stranger to pick his letter up and send a bird back.... who knows... he may give a little prize. [ooc: there will be a sign around stygian that needs to be found! it's a letter! good luck :) and when you find it send me a screenshot with you in it on discord! sorry if i made typos and sorry if the sketch is unfinished, bad quality and kinda sucks. i made a little story because i discovered i love writing these! so thought to integrate my creative writing with events on lotc more often, for some reason the post has gray ugly lines...]