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- PENNED BY Madame Thorn - FROM THE AAUNIC PRINTING PRESS - Published the 15th of Sun’s Smile, Y. 1953 OPENING STATEMENTS FROM THE WRITER Dearest readers, Before we begin, you may be wondering who I am and what right I have to speak on any topic as if I’m a saint from the heavens. Allow me to formally introduce myself, I am Madame Thorn. My identity is not of importance, and shall never be revealed to the likes of you all though nonetheless. I still love you dearly my darling readers and hope you will enjoy my columns just as much as I enjoy the coin I earn from your purchases of my paper. THE UNSPOKEN OPINIONS, WHAT MUST BE SAID ⇀ FROM KNIGHTS TO DAMSELS ⇀ MERRYWEATHER’S VEXATIOUS PRINCESS… ⇀ HIDE YOUR WIVES! ⇀ FROM KNIGHTS TO DAMSELS The Kingdom of Aaun has been filled with a rather deadly electrifying buzz, one which delivered a deadly shock to the members of our own royal council. Indeed, King Edmund II, Prince Heinrich of Merryweather, Marshall Walter, and last and certainly least, the Count of Haverlock, whom no one truly knew, were all murdered within the royal palace by the treacherous soldiers of Stassion. Whilst we mourn the losses of our young King and his loyal councilors, other nations have taken the chance and opportunity to bash us for our what they call our Incapable Boy King. What a shame they didn’t even consider the necessitous boy a man. He was crippled, granted, that was his fault for trusting those savages hailing from Stassion. ⇀ MERRYWEATHERS VEXATIOUS PRINCESS Our new King, the noblest and benevolent King John, uncle to the martyred Edmund II, has ascended the throne in light of this catastrophe and has rightfully called the treacherous Margrave of Stassion to trial to answer for his, as best put by the Aaunic crown, “failed and disgraceful” father’s attempted coup. The trial was an utter mess, to say the least, for the unruly Princess-Dowager of Merryweather was so distraught by her husband’s death, that she attempted to take the life of the dishonored Margrave of Stassion. And to be frank, it was a sorry and failed attempt. If you intend on trying to assassinate someone, I would suggest you at least take lessons on how to properly aim… or at least make it less obvious. Truly, it was as dramatic as it was idiotic of Lady Aleksandra to have directed her crossbow at the disgraced Lord Margrave, for all those present at the trial to see nonetheless. Verily, to the surprise of none, Lady Aleksandra did find herself summarily tackled to the ground and escorted forthwith from the palace alongside that beast she calls a daughter. And thus the Princess-Dowager of Merryweather was ousted from Whitespire in disgrace, a humiliating repeat of when she was first banished from our royal realm, ironically at the behest of the same Lord Stassion she sought to murder. Though, one is left to wonder what brought Lady Aleksandra back to our fair kingdom to begin with. Indeed, it has been a number of years since she was last in Aaun. Perhaps it is that the dishonorable, so-called “Prince of Nothing” consumes the every thought of our vexatious Princess of Merryweather; indeed, we dare call her obsessed with the ongoings of Lord Stassion and his lands. ⇀ HIDE YOUR WIVES! It is true, Aaun teeters on the precipice of instability, and that is being generous to say the least. That said, do not mistakenly believe that the rest of the human realms fare any better. It is rather amusing that, for some reason, the lords and ladies of Balian, Petra, and Haense had thought their presence was required at the trial. Shaking their heads and constantly whispering about our noble King’s decision to their peers. I should fear that the crown heads of Aevos should instead seek to settle their internal affairs before jeering at the Aaunish crown. Frankly, I believe that all of these foreign nobles should have been escorted out or rather, not let in at all, especially not those hailing from Balian. Their entire castle is in disarray, though that is hardly the least of their concerns given the enormous amount of infidelity that occurs within their walls. And perhaps most shocking, if rumor is to be believed, the Lords of Balian have been beating their wives so badly, that they now flee to Haense in respite. However, I suppose they will be no safer in Haense given their… reputation. Needless to say, I would suggest the Kingdom of Balian get their affairs in order before daring to speak upon the Kingdom of Aaun any time soon. I could say the same for Petra, given that they allow a child to sit upon their throne. It is indeed a wonder how the Petra still stands, especially with such a witless child at its helm, for it is perhaps the most disposable and forgettable of the human kingdoms settled within Heartlands. One must surely wonder whether it is the futility of their lands or the unpleasantness of their people that steers away the would-be conquerors of that oversized County they call a Kingdom. And the King of Haense’s temper is undeniably and utterly embarrassing. A proper King must have patience. must persevere and must never let such little insignificant matters cause them to lose their focus and temper. Though, I do suppose one would be hard-pressed to call Aleksandr II a proper King given he is but a weak imitation of his predecessors, riding off the coattails of their golden age. I suppose these nations could have learned something from that insufferable little boy king who once sat upon Aaun’s throne. Though perhaps that is out of my jurisdiction to speak upon. THE UNSPOKEN OPINIONS, WHAT MUST BE SAID CLOSING STATEMENTS So, here's a nod to our gossip aficionados, the silent readers and the vocal critics alike. As we close this chapter, let the echoes of scandal and the rustle of gossip linger in the air, reminding us that even in the every day, there exists a tapestry of stories waiting to be unveiled. Until the next edition, may your secrets be well-kept, your revelations be dramatic, and the pages of our gossip chronicles be a playground for the extraordinary tales that make life all the more intriguing. Until we meet again, dear readers. ,

DLUM VE EDLERVIK, DRUZ VE EDLERVIK ☽──────────────⊱◯⊰──────────────☾ Letter II ON THIS 16TH OF JOMA AG UMUND OF 505 E.S. ☽──────────────⊱◯⊰──────────────☾ Dear Readers, Recently, our Koeng has announced the declaration of war against the League of Veletz. While normally, I find these letters to be of a positive nature, I find it necessary to share my thoughts on such. We must come together as a kingdom to rid the world of these cold-blooded beings. I am confident that the Covenant of Five, under the guidance of our Koeng, will ensure the safety of Aevos for all who inhabit it. This kingdom has given all for its citizens to live a free, healthy, and safe life. Now, it is time we return the favor. In this time of war, it is paramount that each and every citizen aid in all efforts. The Brotherhood of Saint Karl, while the protectors of our realm, shall be in need of resources to benefit their efforts. I urge all citizens to donate materials and food to the BSK - from what I have heard, what they value most are donations of raw materials. I would go on to further urge for resources to be donated to the clinic to assist in the medical attention of any wounded soldiers. If you do not have materials to donate, perhaps give your able-body to fight on the battlefield, or work within the clinic. Whatever you can give, I believe will be appreciated with the highest regard. During this time, I also remind all that it is important to lean on one another. Show your care and concern for family, friends, neighbors - any whom you hold dear. We shall not let this war consume our pride and joy. I implore our Queen’s Court to continue any festivities and events within the gates. Let there continue to be some sense of joy and happiness within our kingdom to ease the mind of those who have loved ones off fighting, and of those children who do not understand the meaning of war. As citizens of Haense, we have a duty to uphold. As beings in our realm, we have a duty to uphold. Do not turn your back during a time such as this. Krusae Zwy Kongzem, Lady Moon, Writer of the Moon’s Quill

Edition I ON THIS 15TH OF TOV AG YERMEY OF 505 E.S. ☽──────────────⊱◯⊰──────────────☾ Dear Readers, In our Kingdom's past, the Haeseni Hearsay existed, for what I believe, to spread negativity. Now, a new day has risen. In place of the prior Haeseni Hearsay, I have begun to pen the Moon's Quill letters, and distribute them around the kingdom for all to read. Let them serve as a source of entertainment, news, and advice for the citizens of Haense. Though my identity shall remain unknown to my readers, you may refer to me as Lady Moon - the writer of the Moon’s Quill Letters. By remaining anonymous, I hope to write my words freely and honestly. Why the Moon’s Quill? Why Lady Moon, you may ask. The answer, I shall provide. I believe the moon to be a powerful and wise entity. Some may view it as just a rock in our night sky, but I see it as more. It is a symbol of great femininity and wisdom - two values I wish these letters to hold. Often, I find myself looking to the moon to provide me with the answers I seek. Sometimes, I even feel it speaking back to me. My hope is to reflect the ways of the Moon within my letters, spreading useful advice to all. Friendships will be made, bridges will be built, and lessons will be learned. Love, friendship, recipes, and more are all you will find me writing about. In my next letters, I will share things I have learned, or things I find fascinating. I wish for all in this Great Kingdom to partake in the writing of my letters. Send in your queries and await my response. All will be listened to with care. In a time ruled by politics, darkness, and hate, let me remind you of the good we have in our world. Yours truly, Lady Moon, Writer of the Moon’s Quill

PEACE AND BLESSINGS VICESIMUS TERTIUS AUREA BULLA JORENUS Twenty-Third Golden Bull of Jorenus 3rd of Horen’s Calling, 1952 F.A | 3rd of Snow’s Maiden, 156 S.A.| 3rd of Wzuvar and Byvca, 505 E.S. HIS HOLINESS SIXTUS VI, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon, Archbishop of Visigia, Successor of the High Priesthood of the Church, Supreme 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 does decree… TABLE OF CONTENTS ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ SECTION I - Opening Prayer SECTION II - College Appointments SECTION III - Curia Appointments SECTION IV - Diocesan Appointments SECTION V - Marriage Dissolution SECTION VI - On the Ferrymen SECTION VII - Venerations SECTION VIII - Beatification ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ SECTION I - OPENING PRAYER Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, whose word lasts into the eve of the world, we ask that You illume us, forgive the trespasses of those who have sinned against Your Virtue, and bless those who have been true and devoted to Your mission. The Canonist flock are assailed by trials and tribulations on many sides, Heavenly Father. We pray for the flock of Haense, whose warmth of spirit is being frozen by a never-ending winter and ask that You bless them with the thaw of spring. We pray for the flock of the midlands, of Numendil, Petra and Veletz, for they are troubled by the likes of Vampires, Azdrazi and wicked Magi, and ask that You cast down these threats to the faithful. We pray for the flock of Aaun, whose King lies hurt and bedridden after an evil man tried to bereave him of life, and ask that you bless their ruler with good health. And we pray for the flock of Balian, whose royal family was broken after the sacrament of marriage was severed, and ask that you console them. Above all however, Heavenly Father, we pray that these hardships bring us together as family, and that Your faithful are strengthened by enduring them. Amen. SECTION II - COLLEGE APPOINTMENTS It is through our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that we make these affirmations, alterations, and additions to the College of Cardinals. We decree the College to be thus: TMR, His Eminence, Fr. Antonius Cardinal Artorus TMR, His Eminence, Fr. Josef Cardinal Jorenus TMR, His Eminence, Fr. Matthias Cardinal Lotharia TMR, His Eminence, Fr. Brandt Cardinal Albarosa TRR, His Eminence, Fr. Stanislaw Cardinal Westerwald TRR, His Eminence, Fr. Odo Cardinal Gelimar SECTION III - CURIA APPOINTMENTS It is through our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that we make these affirmations, alterations, and additions to the Curia. We decree the Curia to be thus: Vice Chancellor, His Eminence, Matthias Cardinal Lotharia Auditor of the Tribunal, His Eminence, Stanislaw Cardinal Westerwald Secretariat to His Holiness, His Eminence, Josef Cardinal Jorenus Prelate of the Priesthood, His Eminence, Antonius Cardinal Artorus Pontifical Chamberlain, His Eminence, Brandt Cardinal Albarosa Commandant of the Pontifical Guard, His Eminence, Odo Cardinal Gelimar SECTION IV - DIOCESAN APPOINTMENTS It is through our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that we appoint the following members of the priesthood to shepherd and be pastor of the Church’s Archdioceses and Dioceses: ARCHDIOCESE OF ALBAROSA To be shepherded by Archbishop Brandt Cardinal Albarosa DIOCESE OF BURON To be shepherded by Bishop Frantzisko DIOCESE OF GELIMAR To be shepherded by Bishop Odo Cardinal Gelimar DIOCESE OF ST. EMMA To be shepherded by Bishop Alexios DIOCESE OF ANDRIKEV To be shepherded by Bishop Amleth DIOCESE OF TYRIA To be shepherded by Bishop Mattia SECTION V - MARRIAGE DISSOLUTION Matrimony is a most Holy sacrament, granted by GOD through his clergymen that serve the flock. However while the union created between a man and a woman through the sacrament of Matrimony is meant to be an eternal one, sometimes the situation causes the Church to have to intervene, for one reason or another, through an official dissolution of the pair’s union. Today, We perform such once more, as It is through Our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto Us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that We officially dissolve the union of Adrian of Balian and Andromeda Ester, on the grounds of abandonment and denouncement through Andromeda’s departure from Balian and her disloyalty to and forsaking of Adrian after many years of an unhappy marriage, and the struggle of the latter to make said marriage work. We wish that GOD grant mercy to this separated couple in the next chapters, and We request that they seek Our approval before once again receiving the sacrament of matrimony. SECTION VI - ON THE FERRYMEN Recently we called for the warriors and knights of Canondom to assemble and ride with us to Veletz and Haense. The reason was that the Ferrymen had sought to make their return by kidnapping a pregnant woman, the Princess Sibyl, heir to the Kingdom of Balian. We hereby condemn the actions of the Ferrymen and declare them EXCOMMUNICATED and ANATHEMA. No service or sacrament is to be given to any of their members by any member of the clergy. They reside outside the law of both the Church and secular realms, with their rights forfeited. If any of their members consider themselves Canonists, they may individually seek me out for their penance. We wish to make something very clear; that actions like these are a slight against the Canonist family and they cannot stand. One cannot be a Ferryman or aid a Ferryman and consider themselves a Canonist. Ferrymen cannot live a Canonist life because their lifestyle blasphemes GOD. The age of terrorist behavior like what was displayed by these bandits is done. The Ferrymen as a group laid dead in the dust for a while now and we prefer they remain dead. Their actions have proven that the Canonist League was right in claiming that the Ferrymen reside in Veletz, for they have shown themselves to use the Mareno keep as a base of operations. We say thus to Captain-General Gaspard of the League of Veletz; evict these men and declare them banished, else you aid these terrorists and shall be considered one of them rather than a good Canonist and be likewise declared excommunicated and anathema. We have also seen that a band of Orcs came to the aid of the Ferrymen - for which we admonish the Rex. Let there be no confusion; the Ferrymen are not some sort of lovable rogues who fight a just cause against the remnants of an oppressive Orenian Empire. They are bandits, criminals, killers: terrorists, who make up excuses for supposed heroism while taking a pregnant and innocent woman from her home and threatening to kill her. Let there be no confusion also of the nature of the intervention that happened to try to negotiate the princess’ release; it was not an invasion of Veletz or Ferrymen territory by Haense. The King of Haense, the Admiral of Balian and the Grandmaster of the Order of Saint Jude were there under our banner. We take full responsibility. This was a Canonist mission of liberation inside of Canonist lands. So we say to the Ferrymen; do not try to spin this as some sort of unjust act of war where you are the victims. We thank our good and devout Canonist faithful for heeding the call and coming together as one big family in an attempt to free our sister in GOD from these wicked men. As of right now it is unclear what has happened to her, some say she lives and some say she was killed. Regardless, we shall pray for her soul and her wellbeing and that of her unborn child. Blessed are those who are persecuted for their righteousness, for theirs is the Kingdom of God. SECTION VII - VENERATIONS It is through Our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto Us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that We affirm the following venerations: VENERABLE HENRY ALSTION Prince Henry Alstion was deemed Venerable as per decision of a Curia meeting held under our predecessor Sixtus V for his lifelong commitment to the Church - first as a layman, later as a deacon - and the role he played in ensuring peace among Canondom by ending the long-term war between the Duchy of Adria and the Canonist League. VENERABLE FATHER ARMAND Cardinal-Archbishop Armand of Lotharia is made venerable for his efforts in spearheading the crusade on the Azdrazi heralds of Azdromoth, the role he has played in combating the forces of evil in general, serving the Church faithfully as Auditor for decades and his invaluable contributions to the Magic Commission. VENERABLE KING CHARLES I OF AAUN King Charles of Aaun is made venerable in recognition for his unwavering loyalty to the Church and defense of our most holy institution throughout his lengthy life and reign. His legacy of devotion to the Church among the population of Aaun can be felt to this day and the importance of him standing up for the Canonist Church when an alliance led by Sedan threatened to schism over the issue of investiture cannot be denied. SECTION VIII - BEATIFICATION It is through Our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto Us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that We affirm the following beatification: BLESSED SISTER CALLIOPE Sister Calliope Renata of Merryweather was a nun hailing from the House of Alstreim who joined the Church’s sisterhood in the Principality of Savoy. Aside from her service to the Church and her Faithful, she is beatified for the miracle she is believed to have performed at the Duchy of Reinmar in Haense in 1943. The Duchy was attacked by a band of undead led by a necromancer, who set the lands of the Duke ablaze and slaughtered his animals. After the attack, the Duke went to a chapel and prayed to Sister Calliope for intercession, upon which he saw a vision of the nun. After leaving the chapel, it was apparent that - miraculously - the damage the undead’s fire and blades had done to the Duchy had been reversed as if nothing had happened. THE HOLY MOTHER CHURCH OF THE CANON Under GOD maintained by His Holiness Sixtus VI THE COLLEGE OF CARDINALS ANTONIUS CARDINAL ARTORUS Archdiocese of Artorus JOSEF CARDINAL JORENUS Patriarchate of Jorenus MATTHIAS CARDINAL LOTHARIA Archdiocese of Lotharia BRANDT CARDINAL ALBAROSA Archdiocese of Albarosa STANISLAW CARDINAL WESTERWALD Diocese of Westerwald ODO CARDINAL GELIMAR Diocese of Gelimar THE CURIA MATTHIAS CARDINAL LOTHARIA Vice-Chancellor of the Church of the Canon STANISLAW CARDINAL WESTERWALD Auditor of the Tribunal of the Church of the Canon JOSEF CARDINAL JORENUS Pontifical Secretary of the Church of the Canon ANTONIUS CARDINAL ARTORUS Prelate of the Priesthood of the Church of the Canon BRANDT CARDINAL ALBAROSA Pontifical Chamberlain of the Church of the Canon ODO CARDINAL GELIMAR Commandant of the Pontifical Guard CANONIST DIOCESES PATRIARCHATE OF JORENUS, THE HOLY SEE Encompassing the entirety of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska and surrounding territories, to be shepherded by Patriarch Josef Cardinal Jorenus DIOCESE OF ANDRIKEV, encompassing all the lands east of the river Lahy, to be shepherded by Amleth Bishop Andrikev. DIOCESE OF WESTERWALD, encompassing all the lands west of the river Lahy, to be shepherded by Stanislaw Bishop Westerwald ARCHDIOCESE OF ALBAROSA Encompassing the eastern region of Aevos, including the lands of the United Kingdom of Aaun, the Commonwealth of Petra, and the surrounding territories, to be shepherded by Archbishop Brandt Cardinal Albarosa DIOCESE OF BURON, encompassing all the lands east of the mountains, to be shepherded by Francis Bishop Buron DIOCESE OF CITREA, encompassing all the lands west of Saint Daniel’s Crossing, to be shepherded by Callahan Bishop Citrea DIOCESE OF GELIMAR, encompassing all the lands west of the mountains, to be shepherded by Odo Bishop Gelimar ARCHDIOCESE OF ARTORUS Encompassing the central region of Aevos, including the lands of the Kingdom of Númendil, the Veletz League, and surrounding territories, to be shepherded by Archbishop Antonius Cardinal Artorus DIOCESE OF AQUILA, encompassing the entirety of the Kingdom of Númendil, to be shepherded by Pious Bishop Aquila DIOCESE OF ST. EMMA, encompassing the entirety of the League of Veletz, to be shepherded by Alexios Bishop St. Emma ARCHDIOCESE OF LOTHARIA Encompassing the south-western region of Aevos, including the lands of the Kingdom of Balian and surrounding territories, to be shepherded by Archbishop Matthias Cardinal Lotharia DIOCESE OF TYRIA, encompassing the entirety of the Kingdom of Balian, to be shepherded by Mattia Bishop Tyria. ☩ EST CYCLUS, NON MUTATIO ☩ IT IS A CYCLE, NOT CHANGE

SIEGE UPON THE SENSES Nestled away within the peaks of the frozen north, the City of Valdev lay bare its inhabitants to the Blizzard. The Blizzard and the City were at war, and the Blizzard was winning. Many of the citizens of Valdev had lost sight of how long the Blizzard had been wreaking its chaos on them; the young had grown with it, and the old had forgotten life before it. One morning the tempestuous snowfall erupted from the chalky clouds gathered above without warning; arising from magickal means. Great swaths of wintry matter carpeted the streets and houses as colossal freezing spikes of ice and niveous material erupted from the pavements alike a volcanic peak emerging from the seabed. Soon enough, the hardy Haeseni were strangling themselves in scarves, and overlaying each garment with slabs of insulating fur before venturing into the constant snowy cloudburst hovering just outside the firelit safety of each domicile. The basilica doors were shut, the taverns were boarded, and fireplaces were alight all over the city as each citizen dug in to survive the ongoing nightmare. Although the City had not caught a glimpse of the exiled sun for months, the operations of the Haeseni continued with as sunny a disposition as ever. Few lost the battle to the Blizzard, but those who did were remembered fondly and burnt; in celebration of their lives, and to remind the survivors who they died for. As the flames of the funeral pyre licked at the logs amidst the squall, they emitted a warm glow that represented, for many, Hope. Any external endeavour became more difficult than ever, and messengers soon learnt not to dawdle on their journey as they may once have. Those traversing the streets stooped, bundled in hats and scarves, with their shoulders offering counsel to the ears as they hurried furiously onwards through the tempest to a veritable galaxy of diverse destinations. Stories echoed through dimly lit taverns describing the boy whose uncovered ears came off when he arrived in Valdev, or the old man whose collapsed body in the snow became icily encased thoroughly enough to replace a broken palace step, being buried and unnoticeable under so much snow. Such myths of horror filled the imaginations of the unfortunate pilgrims hiking through the desolate cobbled avenues as the gnawing teeth of the wind bit at their skin with burnt needling pin-pricks. Nevertheless, as the furious flurries slammed against the frosted windows, a very heated battle was taking place inside one of the most prominent tavern's walls. The child felt like they had been there for weeks rather than hours; sat impatiently by the fire as muffled sounds had emanated from within a locked bedroom, strange figures had rushed about, and the Blizzard's anguished screams echoed through the streets all the while. Their anxious fingers rapped against the leg of their stool as blank figures rushed past them and out of sight once more. Enquiries were made, until a shrill voice rang out throughout the room and the fire crackled; the fiery figure's face lit by flame. “Nie one ****ing asks!” Matching them, the other person rebutted their shouts until the pair were engaged in a battle of furious wills – who would crumble first under the other's ire? The child watched all of this in horrified rapture; what had sparked this pillar of vengeful fire they saw before them? Their face grew red and hot from the intense heat of the scene of burning bloodshed before them. Only people with such fierce love between them could inflict pain of this scale on one another; is this the fate to befall all who care so deeply? The child, frightened by the display, clasps their clammy hands over their ears, burying their head to distance themselves from the fight. Their heart ached with the weight of betrayal and rejection, and they thought of the whispers about that old man. Maybe he, like them, had felt so burdened by the struggles of life that he had simply laid down for the winter storm to embrace him, a mother greeting her child once again, and felt the life drain from his husked soul. Eventually, the child's turbulent emotions washed over them and the pain they felt from watching their loved ones tear each other limb from limb became too great; they lifted their rubicund head, grief-stricken tears slipping down their rounded cheeks, and shouted: “STOP!” They cried out, “Just stop! Please stop fighting-!” And, like the child, the Blizzard's mistral roared as the tavern creaked under the strain… The following piece of poetry is published, reflecting on the ongoing blizzard: “SIEGE UPON THE SENSES” BY ELENA VIORICA KORTREVICH 504 E.S. In Piov the high skies grew nebulous, Winds whistled while ground shew tremulous, And parents and progeny grieved, 'God is punishing us' they cried, As I wonder why I have not died. Pocketed in the fires crackle, As clans and cads alike collect, They fester like a beetle’s nest, Packed closely in by house arrest, While rowdy outwinds yip in jest. Through the rows the squall raced by, The cyclone shrieked a pained reply, Blankets of snow cloaked the ground, Woe betide, for those outside, Lost bearing and drowned. While the blizzard shrieks, so do I; To douse the striking sound, As ferocious rioting ‘rupts around, My fam’ly ties all but torn, As we pray for coming dawn. Its fate Haense has accepted, A solution we’ve neglected, One morn soon the day shall come, When we’ll warm by glowing sun, So death upon this snow-filled bomb!

Short Stories by Fersen “The Urge of Anger” by Elizabeth von Edger Written by Christine Beatrix Fersen The 3rd of Jula ag Piov of 504 E.S. My sage-colored eyes examined my surroundings as I woke up from my slumber. I would notice fellow ladies of high society checking for my well-being, all of the ladies appearing to be overwhelmed with bliss as I woke up from my deep slumber. I began to yawn, stretching my arms as I noticed the eldest of the gentlewomen having a face of concern. This is where I finally asked these gentlewomen of society, particularly the eldest of the group, how did I go from the dazzling ballroom of the palace to here, on a grandiloquent armchair. At the moment my questions were spoken out aloud, the ladies' once blissful faces became ones of concern, a sense of hesitance. For a minute, all of the women gave each other hushed whispers till the eldest, the one who never appeared to be lively of my awakening, walked forward, standing in front of all the women. There the eldest in a disappointed tone began to describe what had occurred. The eldest began to illustrate the ballroom, how the walls appeared so cozy though being gilded with gold leaf, appearing to also be lavish in appearance. These large walls had been painted with portrayals of the cosmos and the ceiling above had an enormous chandler that emulated the sun. While guests spoke among themselves, it was told to me that I stood in the corner, conversing with the hostess about the current social affair which had been going on. Among the hostess and I, was the daughter of the hostess and the husband of the hostess. While we conversed among ourselves, we appeared to be happy from the view of the elderly gentlewoman. That was until a gentleman of a reputable lineage walked forward to the hostess's household and I. This is where I ultimately remembered what had transpired and who was the reason for my current circumstance. I was in utter shock when he presented himself to the hostess and her daughter. There he asked if he may take the hand of her daughter for a dance. He asked with a rotten stench coming from somewhere on his body, though, besides the problem of personal hygiene he also maintained an unkept beard. This disgusted me, so I voiced my opinion. Suggesting that he either groom himself at this moment in the powder room or at least shave. Not clean-shaven, but clean up his beard. After my suggestion was shut down, I began to demand that he do so. I even got the hostess to agree with me. While I begged with the hostess for this ill-mannered gentleman to clean himself, a sweat formed and trickled down my forehead. The gentleman, being a polite man of society, offered his Handkerchief. Though, this was the moment I had lost my senses. This Handkerchief was overly greasy. The Handkerchief presented to me by this gentleman was utterly repulsive. Causing me to faint, the reason for my recent condition. As my memories came back to me, I stood up from my armchair and hurried back to the ballroom, noticing that it had only been five minutes since I fainted. As I rushed back to the ballroom the hostess was about to give the filthy but surprisingly polite gentleman permission to dance with her daughter. I, as any proper woman. Oppose this proposition. How dare this fatty gentleman dance with a proper lady of society? At this point, the lord of the manor, the spouse of the hostess, silenced me with his thunderous voice. There he explained to me and all the guests that one mustn't judge someone for their appearance and hygiene. The hostess added to his lecture for the party-goers. Persuading the guest that while one must not judge someone by appearance or smell, that it is equally important to take the steps to properly groom themselves. At this moment, I frowned. The guilt had begun to set in but had not fully set in as I knew I was in the right till the hostess explained that it was this greasy and smelly gentleman who had picked me up and placed me on the armchair. It was he who cared for me despite my ruthless scolding and bullying. Then, the guilt fully set in. I rushed over towards the greasy gent who had kindly brought me over to the armchair and asked for forgiveness. As I had known that no one should be judged despite their flaws. He quickly forgave me, telling me that I had been partly right as a proper person of high society. No, but all civilization should have proper hygiene. As it is both viewed positively among the people and good for one's overall health. With that, the hostess's daughter and the gentleman began their dance and I had a new understanding of the world. No one should be judged for their imperfections, though that does not indicate that their flaws can be worked on. In the end, we have more resemblances to a handkerchief. Before a handkerchief could be used, it must be clean. Before we can critique others, we must be capable of critiquing ourselves and seeing our faults.

Short Stories by Fersen “March of the Seagulls” by Sven Foresburg Written by Christine Beatrix Fersen The 13th of Msitza ag Dargund of 503 E.S. On a cold, harsh, frigid day, One small child, a frail girl with golden hair and hazel eyes wandered the shores of her quiet town which had been covered in a blanket of the purest snow. While the town was silent, the seagulls flew high above those who shivered in their homes as the snow landed on the roofs of the common folk. The snow suffocating the joys and hopes of the people who lived within the village, suffering from the horrid winds of winter which breathed upon them all. Though one held hope, the same golden-haired child who wandered the snow-covered shores of the ghost town. The young girl continued to wander the empty shores. That was until a seagull from above fell from the clouded sky and onto the soft snow. The seagull fell so elegantly from up above, like the flakes of snow. The seagull fell, and when it landed on a soft and thick bed of snow. The hazel-eyed girl of the quaint town approached the fallen seagull, the plain bird lying on the bed of snow. Its body twitched as it appeared to be paralyzed by the harsh cold that embraced the land. This girl decided to take mercy on the helpless bird, picking up the paralyzed seagull with her gloved hands. She embraced the bird with her arms, giving the bird warmth like a penguin would hide its chick under layers of feathers. As the girl walked out from the shores, she wandered through a natural path of packed snow up to the village, where puffs of gray smoke ascended to the sky through the fires that kept the villagers warm within their four-walled homes. At last, the girl approached the door of her home, where she entered. The house was cozy with blankets being scattered everywhere while an old woman sat on her rocking chair, knitting a blanket. Then, the old woman turned her head to the girl and asked if she was bringing such a plain bird into the warmth of their home. The girl wisely answered that even if the world is blanketed by a harsh winter, that their hearts must stay warm and golden. The old woman would then take the ailing seagull into her arms and sit down on the chair. She would begin to pour a gentle portion of tea into the beak of the seagull, Which revived the seagull from its paralyzation. Finally, the plain bird had become more alive, flying around the small wooden cabin. It squawked in joy in its newfound freedom. Minutes later, the seagull would open the one window next to the door and escape. The old woman and hazel-eyed girl looked on, wondering what was the cause of the bird’s strange behavior. After a moment, not even given a chance for the pair to close the window, more winged friends flew through the window! The taste of tea and the warmth of their cabin. The pair give into the bird’s demands, caring for these frozen and suffering birds? The winged creatures suffered like their human neighbors. Hours had passed since these seagulls had entered the wooden cabin, in their search for tea. Though, as fast as they entered the pair’s home, they left the warmth and safety of the cabin just as fast. Once again, the plain birds left the child and old woman confused, but then: the snow suddenly stopped. The sun showed its bright face to the people of the quaint port town for the first time since they could remember as the heavens above cleared the darkened clouds to allow a bright blue sky to reveal itself. Cloudless was this new sky with only the warm embrace of the sun. One seagull from the bright skies flew down to the open window, twisting its head, nodding for the pair to exit from their home. The old woman and the young girl obeyed the wish of the seagull and left their wooden cabin. Finally their faces had warmth from the warm coastal air embraced their bodies once again. The golden-haired girl let her hair flow through the warm wind, her eyes closing. She remembered the pain of before which came from the harsh winter, now free from that pain. The flora around them became lush and alive as she reminisced within her mind. The plant life quickly sprouted out from the dense soil as the snow melted away by the heat of the new sun. At last, did the quaint town have warmth once more, at last, was the little golden-haired girl able to walk among the sunflowers, and the town escaped harsh winter.

ODAN be with you all, common folk of Haense, of whom I serve gladly. I, Mikhail var Ratibor, have decided to throw my name into the hat for the position of Alderman, to hopefully serve as your representative within our great kingdom, and to make your voices heard within the Royal Duma. I, like you, have been born with little to my name. I grew up on the streets, squalid and poor, and struggled to survive for years, until GODAN saw fit to bless me with an opportunity to rise up with my own two feet. My blood is of the land, but my heart is of the Highlands; with it, I have acquired a position with the Order of the Crow as a squire and currently serve within the Office of the Hunt in the Queen’s Court. This is not a testament to my strength, but that of our people, for in all of us flows the blood of the Highlands. Our people are strong, from the lowliest peasant to the grandest of kings. We each of us have the potential for great things, with which we can move mountains for crown, kingdom, and country. Times have been tough, with the threats of war looming over the horizon, bitter cold biting at us with every waking second, and Darkspawn lurking within the darkness, ready to strike at any given moment. I hope, with your support, that I may be able to introduce a few new projects into our great society, as well as to offer aid to those struggling to handle the surmounting issues at our doorstep. The establishment of the Crow Scouts. Though initially an incentive from the Office of the Hunt as a means to teach the youth of the wilderness and to prepare them with a few survival tactics, it can potentially instill a better sense of pride of who we are as a people, as well as to help those who may find themselves in an unfortunate predicament get by until proper care, nourishment, and even shelter, can be found. While it is no permanent fix, it can at the very least be a temporary one, until proper housing can be acquired for those who many not have it. Furthermore, this will prepare future soldiers out in the field and alleviate the stress on supply lines, allowing soldiers to better take care of their own needs during campaigns, and thus increasing their overall effectiveness in the field. An army marches on it's stomach, after all! A higher sense of community. It is no secret that our people are prideful, valuing our freedom and honor above all else. What is there to not be proud of? While these feelings have not dwindled as much as many may fear it has, it is important to note that keeping morale high and to understand one another is a key component to a civilization’s survival; where I have begun to revive the Office of the Hunt, I hope to bring back a sense of cultural connection between our fellow man. This, in turn, may also help to bring in more food for our people, both civilians and the men and women who serve within the Brotherhood of Saint Karl. Firr, MIKHAIL VAR RATIBOR, Attendant of the Hunt, Squire to the Order of the Crow

Penned by HRH Isabel Theodora, Princess of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of Kvenoland ┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ HRH Isabel Theodora riding a White Comet horse across the Haeseni landscape, 499 E.S. └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘ PRELUDE Ever since I could walk, I pledged myself to become the greatest equestrian known in the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. I was told by the courtiers and my mother, the Queen-dowager Sofia of Hyspia, about my first royal debut at Lifstala; famously where King Georg I, my father, dressed as a horse for my brother’s presentation. As the reputation of my baby-self’s reaction caught wind throughout the land, I held myself to higher expectations. Naturally, I fell smitten for the four-legged, hooved creatures. For years, I have confined myself to the stables and hills where I have enjoyed countless hours learning horses’ nature from one case to the next, breed from breed, until I felt the need to branch out further. In the following report, I will compile my journal entries on the Viscounty of Novkursain and their horse breeds. Originally this was not intended to be published, however one day I woke up with an overbearing sense of purpose - as if, someone in my dreamland compelled me to educate the people on this subject matter. Whilst some may call it unnecessary, we must remind ourselves that the business of horses is something we rely much on. An unspoken trade, they are the silent heroes and martyrs of war, and furthermore our travelling companions. Use this as a guide when purchasing your horses, whether it be for war-time use or leisure. It is why I have introduced the Kvenoland score: a one-five star rating based on my experiences riding, grooming and observing them over the course of a few years. ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ZVAERVAULD GREAT HORSE Kvenoland score: ★★☆☆☆ The original horse. I cannot say I have had experience with the Zvaervauld Great Horse, as they were lost to the continent of Almaris, so I will be giving them a ranking of two stars purely based on that premise. This does not reflect what the horse once was, rather that I could not test its potential. Based on documentation from Staalgrav’s archives, the Zvaervauld Great Horse was the namesake of the Barony of Zvaervauld - pre-Viscounty promotion under my father, Georg I. They were great steeds, with an emotionally sensitive nature. More notably, they came from the Hyspian horse line of Boldizar. I appreciate the ode to the Hyspian roots that have integrated themselves within House Weiss over the generations, with the symbolic and literal joining of the two cultures in marriage and with the horses. The Boldizar line gave them a black coat with no distinct markings. WHITE COMET Kvenoland score: ★★★★☆ Bred to replace the Zvaervauld Great Horse, the White Comet is one of Aevos’ most finest horse breeds. After the loss of the Zvaervauld Great Horse from Almaris, the Weiss family knew it was in their best interests to start up their horse business once more. The biome by Staalgrav, moderate and grassy just like their previous settlement, provided great terrain to refine their horse breeding technique without straying completely away from the original Great Horse. Their name is derived from Morrig, the Mother of Comets, to pay homage to very early cultural roots of Hanseti-Ruska. The White Comet is known for its distinctive poised and graceful nature. With greater obedience and relaxed nature with a lesser ability to be spooked, I applaud the Viscounty for their ability to reproduce the near-perfect horse. One could add credit to the mountainous nature of the land, with which the horse overtime would adapt through trials and tribulations. Notably, their white coats are striking in comparison to their predecessor. They almost seem ethereal, with their calm composure and striking appearance. It's hard not to be intimated by them, yet the moment they are saddled up they transform; ready to ride. During my research, the White Comet pedigree came to be one of my favourites for its balance of graceful stride and brisk trot. Their dual nature - energetic but gentle - allowed for lengthy and pleasant rides towards Vander Falls and beyond, Malkovya. The only qualm I encountered was the horse’s constant need of grooming. Whilst some may enjoy doting upon their hooved friend, one might consider the paygrade of their stablesman in making sure their White Comet remains in top-shape. Thus, I will give the White Comet a Kvenoland rating of four stars out of the five eligible. MITYAN STRIDER Kvenoland score: ★★★☆☆ Named after Mitya, the Mare of the East, the Mityan Strider is the secondary horse breed of Novkursain. Unlike the White Comet, they are bred with no intended stature or colour - varying between chocolate browns, light cream and more. Whilst I would not intend to keep a Mityan Strider for daily use, they are the perfect companion if one wished to use them purely for leisure or light-laboured tasks due to their gentle and less-intelligable nature. I have given the Mityan Strider a rating of three out of five stars, for its performative efforts when I needed to. I particularly liked that they all have feathered hooves, as it gives a uniqe flourish to its look. The score, middle of the road, is only attributed to its limited purpose. The Mityan Strider, whilst enjoyable in our rides, proved to grow tiresome after long spurts of energy and could not carry heavy loads (such as a horse-drawn carriage). What I commend it on is its affectionate bond with man, that they draw close bonds quickly which makes them the perfect starter horse to any young aspiring equestrian and horseman-alike. CONCLUSION I look forward to seeing the future in the horse-breeding industry for House Weiss, for the current selection one can buy remains one of the best I have encountered so far. The diversity of the sister breeds the White Comet and Mityan Strider caters towards different clientel, which sucessfully enough provides for both pleasure and work. Whilst I would of hoped to meet the Zvaervauld Great Horse, we shall never forget the path they paved for the Viscounty of Novkursain's origins to where they are now. The dedication towards the trade is apparent from their stables, to even the equestrian gear they provide to both themselves and sellers. The White Comet in particular became my favourite, for which I now own and bestowed the name Lazar to my great steed. ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Isabel Theodora Barbanov-Bihar, Princess of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of Kvenoland

"I've lived in Haense for years, and this city and it's people have been nothing but generous, helping me when I was starving, cold, and alone. I wish to do the same for the people who were like me at that low point in my life. Anyone who wishes to promote this, please stand beside me. Even if I do not win, I hope my campaign helps get the idea of generosity on everyone's mind." -Andrei Bukoski

The Hatman of Haense has a request! I am looking for someone to play a female 14 year old Kha'Cheetrah named Aleksandra They were adopted by Andrei Bukoski, and an assistantof the wardrobe(Royal Hatmaker) for the Haenseti court, and a citizen of Haense & Norland They were born of 2 existing kha, so no lunar pilgrimage You will be given mina for anything needed in RP They can be played anyway one wishes to portray her, with the following notes in mind Raised in an incredibly Ruski focused environment for the very few who are interested, respond underneath Discord:warcrimesofwonka I can provide a skin, or you, your choice on depictions!

OF 501 E.S. Issued by the DUCHY OF VIDAUS On the 22nd day of Msitza ag Dargund of 500 E.S. My daughter and heir Mikhaila vas Ruthern’s sixteenth name day has come and passed, and as her eighteenth now approaches, I find it right and just to make preparations for the bestowing of her rightful title as Baron of Rostig. Granted the title myself in youth during the fall of Almaris, I intend to invoke the call of my grandfather and forebear Duke Mikhail, and have my own daughter prove her strength and right to bear the title. I invite all honourable men and women of Hanseti-Ruska, and beyond as well, to pay respects and to come prepared for battle to the newly constructed tourney grounds of the realm. I shall expect my daughter to participate in both parts of this event, as well as all of you. Prove your sword-arm, just as she must. If she lives well, and acquits herself reasonably, then I shall grant her the title of Baroness, and as for further combatants; FOR THE MOST SKILLED RIDER AND WARRIORS BOTH WHO FINDS THEMSELVES VICTORIOUS, THEY SHALL EACH RECEIVE A SUM OF MINAE IN PRIZE. First place of the joust shall receive a hundred minae in prize, and a trophy crafted by my own hand. Following, there shall be a group melee of teams composed of three each. A reward of 300 minae shall be distributed to the triumphant, for the earnings to be split between said team. [ FRIDAY 27TH OF OCTOBER, 5 PM EST ] DRUZ GJERNZ AG GRYVNZ, His Grace, Viktor var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus, Count of Metterden, Viscount of Greyspine, Baron of Rostig, Lord of Druzstra and Protector of the South

The Roa Emporium In the grand tradition of written communication, we are pleased to extend our heartfelt and official declaration, introducing the establishment of the illustrious 'Roa Emporium' to the esteemed citizens of Aevos. We invite all discerning individuals, esteemed families, and honorable estates to place their trust in our enterprise, as we eagerly welcome opportunities for prosperous collaboration. In our capacity as a distinguished trading company, we take immense pride in fostering enduring partnerships through meticulously crafted cliented deals. Our commitment extends to ensuring that your every desire is satisfied, as we graciously offer complimentary delivery services for items that align with your unique tastes and preferences. If any queries or uncertainties should arise, we humbly beseech you to direct your inquiries via letter to any of the undersigned representatives. At present, our operations are firmly rooted in the resplendent Kingdom of Haense, Crown Avenue II, sharing it with our Ludovar partners! However, we harbor ambitious aspirations to expand our presence across the entire continent in the very near future. Moreover, it brings us great satisfaction to inform you that the prestigious House of Roa has graciously bestowed their patronage upon our enterprise. Should any reservations linger in your esteemed minds, we hope the attachment of this official trade affiliation shall serve as a compelling testament to our credibility and integrity. Our Products At Roa Emporium, we offer an exquisite array of unique products, with our primary focus centered on the illustrious steeds we proudly breed and nurture, hailing from the esteemed Viscounty of Pavia in the realm of Almaris. These magnificent warhorses, bearing a long-standing legacy of unrivaled prowess, are the epitome of equine excellence. In perfect harmony with our equestrian offerings, Roa Emporium extends its commitment to equestrians by providing a curated selection of horse whistles and finely-crafted saddles. Whether you find yourself in need of replacement equipment due to wear and tear or seek to upgrade your equestrian experience, we cater to all your riding essentials. But our dedication to safeguarding our patrons extends beyond the stables. We also proudly present a distinguished collection of self-defense equipment, including swords, lances, bolas, and an assortment of other formidable armaments. Your safety is our utmost concern, and we aim to equip you for any challenge that may arise. Yet, in the realm of protection, we believe in leaving no stone unturned. To this end, Roa Emporium offers a selection of alchemical potions, meticulously crafted to both mend and defend. These elixirs serve as your trusty companions in times of peril, assuring your well-being. For those who aspire to master the art of alchemy or practice the healing arts, we also offer an array of alchemical herbs. These botanical treasures are the foundation of concocting potent potions or crafting soothing salves and ointments, catering to both budding alchemists and benevolent healers. At Roa Emporium, we understand that personal style and presentation are of paramount importance. To elevate your elegance and allure, in the future we will unveil a splendid range of jewelry, encompassing an assortment of rings, necklaces, pins, and a myriad of other ornate adornments. With us, your aesthetic aspirations find their perfect expression. Signed The Honorable Gregorius Roa, Patriarch of House Roa, Chairman of the Roa Emporium, et cetera Lady Alba Apollonia Roa, Heiress of House of Roa, et cetera Lord Alcibiades Roa, Lord Commander of the Royal Aeltarosi Legion Lord Casstrucio Dandalo Roa

Cold and harsh were the days and evenings spent in Haense now. The snow had continued to fall for what felt like centuries and it showed no signs of lifting. Though, this city had always been cold for some. A young woman strode through the snow. Knee deep in some places, it was treacherous to pass through. In her arms she carried a makeshift crate. From a distance, it appeared heavy. Poppiya had spent many of her childhood days roaming these familiar streets unaccompanied. They were safe enough.. But she had found no joy from them. She had made no friends, for she had taken to solitude and reading to pass her time. At the age of three or four was when it all began. Poppiya’s mother passed in childbirth to her youngest sibling, and while she was too young to truly understand what that meant, she knew that it hurt. She knew that she would not ever see her mother again. Her path led her to a tree, nestled within the center of a garden. “Ea /really/ vant it!” Poppiya knelt in the snow, and began to dig with a small shovel. Her entire body wrapped in furs and leather- large gloves made it difficult, but she continued on anyway. Droplets of water- tears- cascaded into the snow covered ground. “Vy will have to take care of it, da?” “Da! Ea /promise!/” An exchange was made with the seller of the booth and one of her kin.. And Poppy was handed a small, wriggling bundle. “Yap-!” Once the hole within the ground was deep enough, Poppiya took a brief pause. The garden she had chosen was the same in which her mother was buried. She held very few memories of her parent, but recalled the moment her kin had shared the mention of her mothers passing. She recalled standing in the garden with her brothers as the older folk lowered the casket. Crying, Screaming. “What will vy call him?” -=- “Caramel! He looks like candy!” Poppiya reached beside her for the makeshift wooden casket she had lugged into the gardens. Made with hammer and nail, it was clearly not something planned or truly considered, and had been very much made out of necessity. With a struggle, she lowered the casket as gently as possible. “What colour collar would vy like for him?” “Blue- /duh/!” The young woman sat herself back onto the snow ladened ground, and took from around her wrist a blue dogs collar. It was clearly well worn- fraying edges of fabric indicating age and time passed. The bone-shaped tag dangled, and was engraved with the name ‘Caramel’. Many nights were spent with Caramel, playing and laughing. But equally, many were spent sobbing and in sadness. Some time into her early teens, her father then passed, and Poppiya had felt a total loss. She had spent her childhood withdrawn, dependent on her books and as she grew, on alcohol to see her through the days. But one light remained. One light brightened her mornings, noons and nights. Caramel. He had aged with her- both were young when they met at the faire. Into her tweens and then to her teens, the two had grown and bonded. Shared moments of love and sadness together. Poppiya gently placed a small teddy-bear toy on top of the wooden casket, and pocketed the dogs collar for safe keeping. Then, she began to shovel dirt back into place. “Vy were mea world. Without vy, ea do niet know what ea will do..” “Sleep well.” “Do niet leave mea.” “Farewell, mea friend.”

Steel's strength, both fierce and fair, In time, it too will wear and tear. Corrosion's touch, a slow decay, Marks the end of steel's display. Once proud and strong, it stood the test, But in the end, it finds its rest. Mortality's embrace is real, Even for the mightiest steel. Tensei was a construct, originally known as A.L.E.C that arrived in Valdev as a gift for a Doctor, but eventually left as a friend to most in the nation. Though commonly found to be a little disobedient and to exert human behaviors, his loyalty was within Haense until the very end. During his first years, he made plenty of friends which he would fight and die for, some that can be specifically named, know who they are by first name. Marian, Laurissa, Amaya, Aleksandr, Demitrey, Fredrich, Juniper. Though he called many others his friends, these people have demonstrated unconditional friendship to Tensei. It was not his time, but it is what happened due to an unfortunate series of events. His final thoughts hoped someday, he may be able to see Haense in it's future glory. And that he would get revenge for hurting his friends like this. Somehow.

WRIT OF AULIC APPOINTMENT KNIGHT PARAMOUNT OF THE REALM KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM Issued by the CROWN On this 3rd day of Wzuvar ag Byvca of 498 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, The term of the Knight Paramount, Ser Konstanz Barclay, has concluded. A man renowned throughout the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska for his most booming and jovial voice, when travelling upon the roads to Valdev one would have often overheard the songs from the Duchy of Reinmar. Ser Konstanz served dutifully, and most notably avenged his namesake in the defeat of a Crowdrake. Ser Konstanz has chosen to retire to pick up a fishing career in catching particularly cold or ‘cool’ cods. He also aims to visit the great cities of rock in the foreign Kingdom of Nottingshire. The Crown can only extend and wish the best for this most leal Knight of the Order. The Knights of Hanseti-Ruska however now stand leaderless, and one must be appointed. After careful consideration, His Majesty, Aleksandr II, has chosen to appoint Ser Audo Weiss (@Frostdrop1). A pillar of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl and the Knights table to take up this mantle. Ser Audo has served dutifully through the Mori Wars and during the battle of Balian against Cloudbreaker – it is deemed he the most fitting for the role. The Crown hopes that appointing Ser Audo will allow the Knightly Orders to flourish under his guiding hand so that the Knights may continue their dutiful service to the Kingdom and its denizens alike. May he serve long and serve well, for the Crown wishes him success in his newfound position. Ser Audo shall undergo The Drowning of the Blades within the year, to which all of the Realm shall be invited. IV JOVEO MAN, His Royal Majesty, Aleksandr II, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Order of the Crow, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Siegrad, Werdenburg, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Buck and Astfield, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera.

THE PASSING OF A BARONESS It is with a heavy heart that the House of Kortrevich announces the passing of our Baroness, Ileana I ‘The Duelist’ Stefaniya Kortrevich, due to complications with the birth of her seventh and final child. The Baroness is survived by her husband and consort August, her brother Fabian, her children, and her cousins. THE FUNERAL OF ILEANA I KORTREVICH The funeral of the Baroness shall take place within the Everardian Basilica, led by His Eminence, Matthias Cardinal Lotharia @BuilderBagel, before her pyre is lit within the square of Valdev. All are welcome to attend. It is asked that those in attendance pin a red primrose to their attire in honor of the late Baroness. SIGNÉE PAR, Her Ladyship, Irena Stefaniya Kortrevich, Baroness of Koravia His Excellency, Fabian Otto Kortrevich, Regent of House Kortrevich, Grand Lord of Hanseti-Ruska “Tiz Dzuty, Triek Caezk” “With duty, comes honor”

Written by Catriona Eilidh Baruch The Trolls of Billy Goat Grove is a cautionary fairytale, inspired by events earlier in this Saints day and by Lord Arn Colborns warning on the trolls who will come and trade their children for our own!

https://youtu.be/-OswuZgK5Zc Laurelie Henrietta Vuiller - de Pelear A girl born in Vuillermoz to partner Ravn and Sir Duncan Vuiller both of whom were in their late 40s, early 50s. Youngest of four children, the couple’s only daughter. She grew up during the War of the Wigs or as her family knew it, the Sheeps War. Started by her father after trying to protect two of his three boys. The first time she ever left her family’s home was strapped to her father’s chest during his guard shift. Many fights were had while she was with him, but no one touched her;rumor had it he even armed her with a small dagger to hold in case anyone ever got too close. She was told at a very early age to never leave the land she was born on unless she had someone with her, or she would be taken captive by demons and other monsters. She would make her way to Providence on day trips with her family at least once or twice a month.. However, she wished for more time in the city. At the age of seven, she would meet her closest friend and confidant Johanne Vuiller, the heir at the time to the family name. Now with Johanne, she would head into the city more often, stay out of the public eye. Avoiding most people whenever possible as she didn’t want to cause any issues for her family as they climbed the ranks in noble standing. While the war her father started raged on outside her family’s walls, she was oblivious to the losses on both sides and often prayed for their salvation, her father came home at the end of every battle. So that was good enough for her. At the age of twelve, she would find a lifelong companion, found in a broken flower pot. A mix of a Bull Terrier and Corgi mix who would go on by the name of Buckles. This is when Johanne with Laurelie as partners would go on to found Jowls and Buckles Pet Emporium. J & B Pet Emporium for short. However, it never got off the ground. At the age of thirteen, she was sitting in the town square of Providence, Johanne having left to get their mutual friend so they could all have tea. Only in her absence, to have a man put a knife to Laurelie’s neck and have her walk swiftly with him down to the warehouses. There, he would interrogate her about her family so he could ransom her, thankfully her lack of presence was noticed and Laurelie was quickly found. She, however, was left with a scar that covered most of her right shoulder which she got during her getaway. The man was dealt with, being killed on the spot. She was later used as a medical lesson for Johanne on how to stitch someone up. At the age of fourteen, she found the body of her father as it just started to rain. His body was still warm, yet he was lifeless, his throat ripped open. She would later find out that the brother she was closest to, Drasus, saw her crying over their father’s body yet ran away, rather than try to comfort her. In her father’s will she was given the sword he used in battle while she was strapped to his chest as a baby. Only a few days later, the war ended, she would talk with her mother, being gifted a dagger and a hair comb. Being told that big things come from small beginnings. To never forget; to stay humble. She would take those words to heart. Not even a Saint’s day later, the Brother’s war happened. This resulted in her home being raided by “the self-proclaimed King’s” men. This attack on their home resulted in many lives lost once aid came. Laurelie was trapped on the roof, only able to watch as the men laughed while they beat her Aunt Rosemary nearly to death. Having to listen to her Great Aunt Primrose try to bargain for Johanne’s life while trying to offer up Rosemary and Laurelie for collateral. Primrose’s words fell on deaf ears. Nearing the end of the fight, Laurelie and Johanne scaled down the wall with three infants, going into the Vuiller crypts where they both ended up praying and crying out to the dead, and God to save them. Laurelie was afraid to leave the fort that those still loyal to the last Orenian Emperor called home. The only time she left willingly was to go to the last Emperor’s wedding taking place at the Vuillermoz church. Even then, she was fearful as a dragon flew overhead, yet she tried to join in on the joy that everyone else had. At the age of fifteen, just before her life changed again she met a boy, the first person her age, his name was Julius. They only talked a few times but it was still nice to have a friend around her age. Even if it was for only a year. As their days in the fort grew closer to the end, they set off for their new home, only for it to be attacked. Their Emperor was taken captive on a day meant for peace, later being beheaded after a failed rescue mission. Laurelie was forced to be on the battlefield as a combat medic. The harsh reality of war, finally hitting her. With the help of her Aunt Rosemary, she was able to drag Julius off to safety, tending to his wounds. This would be the last time Laurelie ever saw him. Balian was founded around the time she turned sixteen, 12. B.A Laurelie H.Vuiller 12. B.A.The day of her 16th name day The first full day the city was built ,she would meet two more people who would play a big role in her life: A sixteen year old by the name of Thomas and a seventeen year old by the name of Constantine. She in all truth had taken a liking to Constantine, however the way her cousin Johanne looked at him she couldn’t help but feel guilty of her own feelings, burying them deep down inside. Meanwhile, Thomas had taken a liking to Laurelie. Laying claim to her hand, everyone within the city of Atrus thought them to be courting. No matter how many times she told them they were just friends. At least until her Uncle Rev gave his blessing. Thomas had given her a necklace, however this wasn’t just any necklace. It was one that was made by Constantice causing her feelings to become even more confusing. She loved Thomas as a friend. This is something she would wear until the day she died. Only taking it off to clean it. With options running low she felt she had to settle. At least Thomas cared for her, he also asked her any chance he could to court her. Her only condition is that Thomas had to ask her uncle. If he however couldn’t get a hold of him or get his blessing by the time they turned twenty five, they would get married without his blessing. Thomas agreed. When she was around the age of twenty one they got the blessing of her Uncle, however once Thomas got the blessing, she never saw or heard from him again. The first Symposia Pragma was to be held. Johanne convinced her to go as she had not heard from Thomas in four years. Laurelie agreed, and at the age of twenty five was given the title of the first and only Desert Rose. Yet it was never mentioned in the papers published about that day. It was there she would dance most the night away with Cesar I de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia. Once he left, she went to sit down. Speaking with Constantine, for the first time in their friendship, they were not interrupted by the children of Balian. The children often fought for his attention, as he took on a big brother role for all, if not most of them. Even if the conversation was short lived, Laurelie was still fighting with her feelings for him. Even though there was a failed courtship agreement with him and Johanne. He and her Uncle Rev never saw eye to eye on things. He offered her to drink, but due to never indulging herself, she declined. In her old age, she would regret it but move on as there isn’t anything you can do to change the past. The day came where the men had to follow the girls into the desert, called the Queen Bee’s chase. The men had to catch their ‘Queen to be’ as a hunting game, and come back with a meal. Laurelie had gotten lost only to find herself lost with Constantine. “Why are you in the season? I thought you belonged to Thomas.” “I haven’t heard from him in nearly four years, and even then. We never courted.” Constantine gave her a pained smile. They spoke a little more only for him to share that he planned to court Diane, another one of her cousins from the other side of her family. He even hunted for their food when they returned. Only for him to present the boar to Diane as soon as they walked in the gates. A letter was waiting for her, “Dear Laurelie, I’m sorry our first meeting was cut short. I’d love to get to know you more, and take a tour of the city.” signed Cesar the Viceroy. Johanne went on to marry Drako the head of house Darkwood, she would go on to see all the women younger than her get ready for their wedding. Meanwhile, she was once more stuck in limbo with a man she loved waiting for her Uncle's approval for courtship. She, however, didn't get married until the age of thirty one. Not only that, but she ended up being disowned by her uncle from the Vuiller name, having not “waited” long enough to later get his approval for marriage. Her wedding day was a disaster. The dress she planned on wearing didn’t fit right, the Priest didn’t show up on time. None of her friends or family showed up. Everyone she felt was only there for Cesar. Laurelie H.Vuiller and Buckles. Year 1884 one year after her wedding. Things however did get slightly better for her. She was gifted with a beautiful healthy baby boy. Cesar for the first two years was absent from their lives as he went on a journey. Only for their city to fall to ruin. She moved her family back to Balian for a time. She gave birth to her twins Sofia and Alejandro the day Balian hit twenty years standing strong. Cesar would always like to argue they were born in Hyspia, however they were born in the Balian clinic. Cesar for the children’s early life would be fussing over where to go, only to go to the great land of Hanseti-Ruska, asking for aid from King Karl III. Laurelie was very hesitant as they took the false king’s side so many years ago, trying to kill her at the age of fourteen. Their youngest child Veronica, was born in the Haense clinic. Laurelie, now nearing her forties. She got them set up with a nice house in the city while Cesar was off working on their soon to be forever home. The few times she was allowed to visit, she helped design the bull fighting pit. Trying to get more in touch with her husband’s heritage, as she still slowly learned the Hypian language. At the age of four, Alejandro lost his arm playing with a crocodile. If you asked Laurelie after the age of sixty what happened to him she would tell you he died that day, not going into further detail. One day in court Laurelie and Sofia overheard a man “the Hyspian’s are our friends,” he shared with his sons. This man was Felix Weiss. From then on a friendship was born. With Audo going on to marry Veronica once they were old enough, and having five children. She found herself in Balian with Veronica. Veronica was the only one of her children to meet her Great Uncle Rev before he died later that Saint’s day. Followed by her mother having a heart attack at that news. As Laurelie neared her mid fifties, the Inferi Siege took place, rushing to the city to make sure her children were safe. In the crypts of Hanseti-Ruska, she along with a few other women helped Princess-Royal Analiesa give birth to a sickly gray baby girl. As Felix Weiss came down into the crypts, a blood soaked knight in shining armor led them to safety as she carried the Princess-Royal. King Karl and his men were successful in the fight. However, Laurelie didn’t know if Cesar was alive or not until she returned home with their children, seeing him smoking in their room. She didn’t know whether to kiss him or strangle him. Once the twins were twelve, she allowed Sofia’s closest friend Amity to become a ward after her mother vanished. She later on came to deeply regret this as from then on Amity had Francisco wrapped around her pinky, she never got to speak with him again one on one after that. They later married, having six children. Five only making it past childhood. As the children grew older, Alejandro kept causing issues for the family. The straw that broke the camel’s back for his siblings is when he cheated on his fiance, which caused Cesar to have a heart attack after having already been attacked earlier in the Saints week. Cesar and Laurelie de Pelear S.A. 101 - Year 1898 At the ages of 47 Alejandro would later go onto murder Cesar, feigning ignorance as to what happened to his father. Laurelie would later discover her husband's body in the Church of Blessed Francisco headless, flayed, drained of blood, and with two of her grandchildren standing down the aisle. All of this having occurred just a few months before Veronica was meant to marry Audo in that same building. They only found out what Alejandro did after he went on to marry his husband. From then on, Laurelie didn’t care what happened to him. As far as she knew, she only had one son, and two daughters. Francisco took over fully as Viceroy of Hyspia, with Laurelie going on to take the tile of, “Her Royal Highness, Vicereine-Mother of Hyspia” From the day of her husband’s death Laurelie started to wear dark colors to signify she was always in mourning of him. Granted, he grew colder to her as everyone got older, but she still loved him. The mourning would then extend to her eldest grandchild, Esperanza, who she was the closest to. Sofia would go on to marry King Georg I of Hanseit-Ruska, having two lovely daughters. It was only for their wedding Laurelie put on light colors, coming out of mourning silks for a day before going back to her dark mourning silks. For those who knew Laurelie she was a kind woman who loved to paint and sew. Yet she held onto a family secret she took to the grave. Laurelie lived to be 88 years old before dying in her sleep at Weiss family keep, Staalgrav. She had gone in hopes of spending time with her grandchildren as a surprise the following day. She would be found by Veronica, who came to wake her up that morning. She leaves behind, Three children, Seventeen-Nineteen grandchildren, and four great grandchildren. At the age of 78, 484 E.S. The will of Laurelie de Pelear Letters attached to the will ~~OOC THOUGHTS!~~

Children of Valdev A round in two parts From the Book of Valdev Written and performed by the scribe Grisell Balfour Lyrics Round, round, round they go, Heading where? I do not know Through the town and square they flow Starring role of everyone’s show Loud, loud, loud are they For what purpose? I could not say Covered in mud, and seeds, and hay To them the world’s their personal play Quiet, quiet, quiet please There’s been enough frivolity I need fine wine and strongest cheese That I may write my books in peace.

The Book of Valdev Collected rhymes and poems Inspired by true events within the city of Valdev Written by Grisell Balfour Three sisters Three nuns did enter the clinic one day Tis odd, I thought, in the very way They blocked the door so none could leave And cared so little when I did heave. Nothing could stop them from their mission Which they would say, was god-commissioned To collect some money for the poor And give their convent a brand new floor. That I might leave within their grace I left a donation on their plate So know the cost of spiritual salvation: A mere ten minas, to avoid damnation. A note on mushrooms When out foraging in woods, take heed Of flat brown mushrooms o’ rotten seed These false friends of those in need Will make nose run, and bottom bleed Mountain lament Up through winding valley and road We climb, seeking noble mountain abode Of warmed hearth and merrious home. The foul winds claw, they bring us close To our ancestors, and as they blow They whisper ill tidings of treacherous hosts. Past cavern maw, past ice-bound bones We tread, ignoring the pleading tone From the sunken gully that stirreth dread. Then through the mist, two torches blaze A threshold, to rooms of wine and bread Full o’ dancing folk in a festive haze. Yet as the fires and songs wear on, I step away, into night ‘fore dawn To listen again to the cooling airs. They speak of heath and hills I know The vales of green, the wilds I roamed And the embers inside doth lose their glow. The rhyme of Toby Spouth Toby Spouth did run his mouth And spoke of nobles with laughter For these small slights he lost his rights And couldn’t stop smiling thereafter Toby said he’d fight till dead A duel he did propose He tripped instead, fell on his head And landed on top of his nose Toby stood up, and cursed his luck Expecting to be excused But someone rushed in, and making a din Of wizardry he was accused So now we all go back to court To watch poor Toby’s new trial Maybe this time, he’ll toe the line And save us the pain of denial. Children of Valdev Round, round, round they go, Heading where? I do not know Through the town and square they flow Starring role of everyone’s show Loud, loud, loud are they For what purpose? I could not say Covered in mud, and seeds, and hay To them the world’s their personal play Quiet, quiet, quiet please There’s been enough frivolity I need fine wine and strongest cheese That I may write my books in peace. Ballade of lost beginnings From a womb of cloud and stone I fell upon the earth Swallowed by sea I settled ‘mong bones And sank to Metztli's mirth "Now my soul will be weighed and worthed" I sobbed, wailed and cried But the mercy of death cannot be gi'en To those who cannot die. I gazed upon my birthplace there Suspended in skies above Then felt a presence coming near That promised not warmth, nor care, nor love. “Thou art lost”, the daemon said, “Doomed ‘fore your mortal life. For the mercy of death cannot be gi’en To those who cannot die.” I know that men have often sought To cheat the laws of death But what’s a life of endless thought Within such darkened depths? With bloodied hand, the daemon offer’d A return to fairer skies Where the mercy of death could again be gi’en To one who could not die. So judge me not for every breath I take with hollowed chest, For I paid the highest price of all To walk with mortal flesh.

IN DEFENCE OF HONOUR Issued by the DUCHY OF VIDAUS On the 12th day of Jula ag Piov of 492 E.S. SANGKRUV I RUTHER, Know well, uncle, that I have never wished ill upon you in my lifetime. And know well that the mantle of Duke was always fated to fall upon my shoulders, for no man lives forever. My father and predecessor’s demise was an unfortunate one, but I shall not apologise for it. A man should not apologise for defending himself, and so I shall not. Nor shall I face your insult knelt like a cur. And while I appreciate the words and sentiments of my dear sister, I need not her words nor her blade to defend me and my honour. Such I can do by my own hand, and such is my own responsibility. If blood is what you wish, then I shall satisfy you, but know I do not intend to die until GOD himself calls me to the Seven Skies or sets me upon the Hells. Let it be known that I accept your challenge, Kazimir var Ruthern, and shall face you upon the field. Any less should be a grave dishonour upon my Family. Should I die at your hands, I shall leave instructions to my wife regarding the regency held in my wake, and for whom shall serve as legal guardian over my Daughter and Heiress and the lands of Ruthern until such a time she may rule in her own stead. If your word is true and honourable, then come before me and we shall see who God wishes still standing. SO BE IT. DRUZ GJERNZ AG GRYVNZ, His Excellency, Viktor var Ruthern, Lord Emissar of Hanseti-Ruska, Duke of Vidaus, Count of Metterden, Viscount of Greyspine, Baron of Rostig, Lord of Druzstra and Protector of the South

UNDER GOD’S WATCHFUL EYES Issued by the DUCHY OF VIDAUS On the 16th day of Joma ag Umund of 491 E.S. SANGKRUV I RUTHER, An ever-present face of the Haeseni realm, Duke Aleksandr had served dutifully many years under the Crown and in the ruling of the familial holdings of Ruthern. A score of decades, more than a half-century, the Duchy of Vidaus lay under his stead-fast rule, until now, where it has come under my own rule, and his passing is hereby announced. There has always been a turbulent relationship between myself and my Father, with few kindnesses shared between the two of us, and this last night prior this adversarial connection came to a head. A verbal altercation between him and myself had come to blows, after he had struck me upon the head in a fury. Following this, I bore concern and fear that such actions would extend further danger to myself, or God Forbid, my children. In past years, he had not proven averse to harming my eldest daughter over lesser slights. And so, I acted in retaliation. In Defense of myself, I have slain him. If His Majesty the King so wishes to see me punished, I shall come before him in privacy and so face whatever I am bestowed. I shall as well present myself to the Church of Canon and repent my sins before them, and heed their council thereafter. I announce this before the realm, the Crown, and Godan, for I am no coward, and do not intend to swathe my actions in secrecy as a craven would. In conflict, one must be prepared to defend themself and their kin, and so I did. WITH GOD AS MY WITNESS. DRUZ GJERNZ AG GRYVNZ, His Excellency, Viktor var Ruthern, Lord Emissar of Hanseti-Ruska, Duke of Vidaus, Count of Metterden, Viscount of Greyspine, Baron of Rostig, Lord of Druzstra and Protector of the South

THE VALDEV DOG RACES FOR THE HEARTH OF THE HOMELAND. Issued by the LADY CHAMBERLAIN On this 8th day of Tov ag Yermey of 491 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, Throughout the history of Haense, dogs have played an integral role in the culture and daily life of the region. From companionship, to guarding and hunting, these loyal and skilled animals left an indelible mark on our history. House Ludovar– in particular– are well known for their connection to dogs, notably their renowned breeding of a specific dog: the Ottoshund. Such hounds were descended from herding dogs, and are now fit to fulfill many jobs due to their size and temperament. To honor this historical bond between Haense and its faithful canine companions, a grand dog race event is set to take place within the town square. As participants and spectators gather to witness the thrilling races, other festivities and stalls will be set up to be enjoyed by all. THE RACES Similar to celebrated races held in other nations, a charming track will be laid out to challenge the young, eager puppies as they showcase their agility and spirit. Alongside this endearing spectacle, spectators will line the sidelines– anticipating the triumphant arrival of their entered canines. Owners, in the spirit of friendly competition, can encourage their puppies to reach the finish line. As the dogs dash towards victory, treats and affection from their owners and other spectators will await them at the end. BETTING Amidst the joyous atmosphere of the event, an exciting opportunity awaits attendees in the form of friendly wagers. As the energetic race unfolds on the track, betting booths positioned around the course will offer a chance for attendees to showcase their instincts and predictions, further enhancing the thrill of the competition. With each bark, leap, and dash of the racing dogs, the suspense will grow, and the stakes will grow higher the more bets are placed. Should a dog win, the amount will be dispersed between all those with a ticket for the winning dog. This is all in friendly competition, so the honor system will be utilized- if you use, pay up. ADOPT YOUR OWN An important part of this event is finding young pups their forever home - whether an elderly lord wanting a companion, a farmer needing a herding dog, or a child wanting their very own new best friend. Seven puppies, ranging in different sizes, colors, and temperaments will be up for adoption - eagerly anticipating their proud paw-rents. A playpen will be included by the adoption center, so that children can play with their puppies, with toys being included in the pen. Great for bonding with your newly acquired friend! In addition, a small stand will be set up, featuring commodities such as fine-toothed combs for dog grooming, dog biscuits and treats, as well as toys for your new puppy! DLUM VE EDLERVIK AG VE BIRODAL, 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, etcetera His Excellency, Fabian Otto d’Arkent-Kortrevich, Grand Lord of Hanseti-Ruska Lady Liridona Ingrid Amador, Regent of House Amador, Lady Chamberlain of Hanseti-Ruska Lord Murtagh Matyas Amador, Master of the Wardrobe of Hanseti-Ruska, Protector of the Phoenix Lord Aldrik Ludovar, Ward to the Lady Chamberlain of Hanseti-Ruska

Issued by the On this 3rd day of The First Seed of 490 E.S. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ As the market of Haeseni-Ruska matures and grows to incorporate a variety of goods, ranging from soaps to horses, The Louzya of the Esrova Council have organized a series of horse races to celebrate this growth. There will be 5 races in total. For the horse racers, a first place prize of a purebred horse goes to whomever wins the most races. Second and Third place will receive a monetary prize of 30 and 20 mina, respectively. Participants must be 15 years or older, or have the consent of a guardian, to participate in the horse races. Those participating may show up with their own horse, rent an available horse for use, or purchase one of the available horses. There will be a total of 5 races, with the winner of each race earning a medal. These medals will be tallied to determine the winner. Those looking to take part are urged to contact Firr Demitrey Novikov by bird to be added to the list of participants. Each audience member will be able to place monetary bets on the participants. Each participant will have varying odds depending on their horse. Those who win the bet by placing a bet on the winning participant will split the pot evenly between themselves. Bets will be taken before the race begins. As this is an economic celebration, the horse races will be held around the outskirts of Valdev, where up and coming merchants can establish themselves with the market stalls available. Merchants are urged to contact Firr Demitrey Novikov in order to get their shop established. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ DLUM VE EDLERVIK AG VE BIRODAL, 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, etcetera His Excellency, Fabian Otto d’Arkent-Kortrevich, Grand Lord of Hanseti-Ruska Firr Demitrey Novikov, Lauzya of the Esrova Prikaz Council