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The Hyspian Herald! Vol. 4 A newsletter for kids, written by kids! --- The De Pelear Twins Quinceanera! The royal twins turned fifteen, having their Quinceanera and quite the chaotic time! Having just departed the Crown Prince of Haense, Georg Sigismund wedding and banquet, they made their way back to Hyspia, opening first with a bull fight, four contenders stepped forth, seemingly quite happy to get trampled even with the knowledge of another getting paralyzed due to these same actions! To everyones surprise and somes disappointment, the duos won against their challenge after having been tossed a few times against the wall, having grasped the Bulls horns and got it down for the count after the Hyspian house guard led the Bull in amidst bucking and wild snorts. Those left for the palace soon afterwards, coming to a viewing party of exotic animals. The Peacock, an Alligator, Bokolo and other exotic animals alike all made an appearance upon the palace roofs, amazing and delighting those alike! Quite notably, the Alligator was kept in a separate area with its own handler nearby to keep the party-goers safe. A pinata was brought out following the viewing party and for a time, this writer thought it must have been indestructible! One by one, those tried their hand at hitting and bursting it open, some collapsing to the ground, others being knocked back and some plain failing. Some even took multiple turns, the party soon raging at a seemingly simple floral pinata before finally after many, many tries, did it come open! Following the pinata challenge, which really shouldn’t have been a challenge in the first place, it was announced a bean can be found within one of the goodie bags passed out! An Olog stepped forth, having won the bean and the honor of being a ‘Royal for the Day’ the next Saints day, before a competition was offered and had. Many people battled the Olog, taking turns as they’d gone to the arena for a chance at winning the bean from them, only to all be beaten miserably in a match of fists. How miserable! --- To end the night off, those retired back to the palace once more where catering done by the La Terra Fresca tavern within Hyspia had been delivered, with two large cakes set neatly upon the table, towering high above the party-goers alongside food and drink matching the exotic theme. It wasn’t until the end, a special surprise unveiled, that the true drama of the night happened. The Princess Sofia's very own pet Peacock had been killed and roasted, over a misunderstood catering order! How cruel and to some, positively delicious! Courtships Abound! In previous Heralds, both the Santos and Lovatos have been recorded respectively and it has come to this writer's attention that Nora Lovato, the heiress to the Lovato household and Santiago Santos have come to the agreement of courtship! How exciting as love must be in the air! Will their courtship prevail and lead to marriage? Following this, is the announcement of the upcoming wedding of Felix Weiss and Maria Antonella within the Church of Venerated Francisco, joining the duo together in matrimony! Will Maria come to take on the role of mother to her soon-to-be Husbands previous children? A Song to Woo the Princess! Shortly following the de Pelear twins Quinceanera, one Calderon Santos had been said to have approached Princess Sofia and break out into a song he’d written just for her, asking her to be his date to his own upcoming Quinceanera! A delightful scene, the boy knowing how to get straight to the girls heart with charming smiles and compliments! For those wondering as to the Princess' answer, it was a yes, the girl seen on his arm later in the year at the Quinceanera in question! The Santos Twins Quinceanera! The second Quinceanera within a week, they had a tough party to follow and they certainly did well! With a theme of Fire and Water, the duo had crimson and azure colored streamers strewn about and made a grand entrance, one with his date, Princess Sofia and the other quite notably, with her own date missing. Where might he be? It soon opened with a game of Pin the tail on the bull, where many failed miserably in their venture and some even left in a huff, unable to handle the heat! Following this, it was rumored Nora Lovato had asked the Princess Sofia to speak in private after having seen her and Calderon Santos together and shortly after the conversation, for Nora to leave the palace in a huff. Following this, an eating competition is had of disgusting proportions! Curdled goats milk, prune pies and baby mice drowned in wine over a bed of rice, too many stayed out and too many vomited, unable to keep in the game one bit. With the game over, the Viceroy soon appeared, taking in the scene with clear disapproval. His disapproval only grew, when his daughter and Calderon Santos danced together soon afterward in the ball portion of the evening, where notably, Callistas Santos date finally arrived. Calderon Santos is called before the Viceroy, peering down at the boy that was soon kneeling before him. Threats, presumably were made though this writer wasn’t close enough to hear the juicy details. Hear this, readers, the Viceroy does not appreciate his daughter being asked on a date without his permission! Perhaps chasing death, the night soon ended with two last events, the previously kneeling boy now standing upon the stage and singing yet another song for the Princess. One must certainly question where he finds the time between courting death and attempting to court the Princess both! Some pinata whacking and sparring followed, allowing an end to the otherwise busy night. A Wards Interview: Lady Amity Ionna Morovar! A depiction of Lady Amity Ionna Morovar. What with the recent return of the Lady Amity, an interview has been conducted with Hyspias all-time favorite and only ward: Lady Amity Ionna Morovar! In the effort of keeping this writer's identity hidden, the interview has been done entirely via letter. “What is your name?” ‘Amity Ionna Morovar.’ “How did you come to be a Ward to the Vicereine?” ‘My best friends are Crown Prince Francisco and Princess Sofia, so naturally I warded under their Mamej.’ “What would you say is the most important thing you’ve learned from her?” ‘How to take on the responsibilities and pressure you get as you grow older into adulthood.’ “What would you say your greatest accomplishment during your time as a Ward is?” ‘Hosting all of the successful events thus far.’ “Do you have any future goals?” ‘To be someone that others can look up to. I want to set a good example and be someone that others look to for guidance and safety’ “Anything else you’d like to tell us?” ‘I wouldn’t gotten this far without Sofia and Fran, they mean the world to me.’ And there you have it, resident Ward of Ciudad de Plata, Lady Amity Ionna Morovar! Upcoming events! A camping trip hosted by the Santos at the recently fixed lake! Navidad ornament making in the Hyspian square! Felix Weiss and Maria Antonella's wedding! Cooking class in the square! Tavern night! Keep a lookout for coming events within Hyspia! --- [!] The Hyspian Herald would be anonymous for the most part, though posted on notice boards within Ciudad de Plata and within Karosgrad itself!

The Hyspian Herald! Vol. 3 A newsletter for kids, written by kids! --- The First Hyspian Court! The First Hyspian court took place after Ciudad de Plata was constructed, where a few interesting things took place! The Santos family, mentioned in the previous edition of the Hyspian Herald stood before the Viceroy and declared their loyalty, and in turn Cesar I had offered one of their members of their choosing to Squire beneath him. How exciting! Following this, the Wick children or now teenagers approached the dais and they too swore their loyalty and in turn asked to be provided a more fitting last name, now deemed the de Rosas! Wyn de la Plata, one of the guards within the house guard had been promoted as well for his continued and storied work! Survival of the Inferi Siege! The siege of the Inferi on the Haense capital of Karosgrad is something highly covered and known, not needing to be elaborated on too much for the readers. Nonetheless, it’s been said that the Hyspians showed fully armored and kept guard of the East gate during the fight and proved strong much as many others did during the ongoing siege! This writer is proud of their work that day and applauds them on their efforts. A New Family? The Lovatos house sigil is depicted here. After the arrival of the Santos, a new family seems to be making their rise, though certainly not as quick as the first! The Lovato household appeared from the sunset, making their way through the city and getting settled in a home near instantly. They are too often found in the clinic tending to injuries, Inigo Lovato here making a few of the girls about swoon with his gentlemanly attitude and friendly demeanor. Will they soon give the Santos a run for their mina? A Dama de Honor Leaves! Once Dama de Honor to Princess Sofia de Pelear, one Wilhelmina de Rosa has packed her bags and left Hyspia behind. Rumors speculate it having to do with the Princess twin, Prince Alejandro, though that can neither be confirmed or denied as of this moment. With the departure of the Dama de Honor, will the Princess set out new trials for those willing or chase after a girl intent on staying away? Amity Ionna is back! The Lady Amity had been in her mourning blacks for some time now after the loss of yet another family member, though now they have been put away in favor of velvety blues and purples. She’s right back at it, planning and hosting events as ward under Vicereine Laurelie I. Quite notably, though, shortly after her Quinceanera took place, a series of gifts began arriving for the girl. A new necklace here. A delicious treat there. Whoever could be wooing the young Lady? A Guards Interview: Wyn de la Plata! A depiction of Wyn de la Plata and the Princess Sofia de Pelear. What with the recent conflicts and promotion alike, an interview has been conducted with Hyspias all-time favorite guard: Wyn de la Plata! In the effort of keeping this writer's identity hidden, the interview has been done entirely via letter. “What is your name?” ‘Wyn de la Plata.’ “How did you come to be a guard for the Viceroyal family?” ‘I was talked into joining by the Princess when we were kids.’ “What is your go-to weapon?” ‘Mainly between dual shortswords or my fists, but I can pick up just about anything that’s needed.’ “What would you say your greatest accomplishment during the Inferi siege was?” ‘My greatest accomplishment while it may not seem much to some people is escorting the wounded to safety and help so that they may breathe and fight another another day.’ “Anything else you’d like to tell us?” ‘No.’ And there you have it, resident guard of Ciudad de Plata, Wyn de la Plata! Upcoming events! Princess Sofia and Prince Alejandro Quincenera is coming up, celebrating their fifteenth birthday! The day before, each will separately host events to prepare them and for a day of fun! An invite to a dinner party with Musins is had, allowing those to go for a night of fine dining! A high-stakes game within the Ciudad de Plata palace! A poetry night within the tavern hosted by the Santos! A feast within the palace to celebrate the survival of the Inferi siege! The Viceroyals vow renewal! The Quinceanera of the Santos twins! Keep a lookout for coming events within Hyspia! --- [!] The Hyspian Herald would be anonymous for the most part, though posted on notice boards within Ciudad de Plata and within Karosgrad itself!

[!] Couriers fill the streets, hand-delivering invitations from the Viceroyal family of Hyspia while others are nailed neatly upon a noticeboard. A Notif of Quinceanera has been issued for Princess Sofia Camila de Pelear and Prince Alejandro Arman de Pelear A depiction of the Viceroyal family, Crown Prince Francisco, Princess Sofia, Prince Alejandro and Princess Veronica. It brings the Viceroyal family great joy to announce the coming of age of their Prince and Princess, Sofia and Alejandro. The twins, despite having been born so alike, have grown into their own individual selves and have made their mark on Hyspia bringing unto it a new age of prosperity as the next generation comes to a head. The day before the duos Quinceanera, separate parties will be hosted as a form of preparations for the big day, allowing them time to relax and enjoy another day of fun before they reach the grand age of fifteen. The events contained within will be posted in a separate missive to their discretion. The theme of the Quinceanera is that of ‘Exotic Finds’, the meaning of such up to the attendees discretion, though heavily encouraged to come dressed in your best. As per Quinceanera tradition, the color blue is forbidden save for being the Princess and Prince family or court. The day of, the Quinceanera will open with a tournament, a classic duel for those seeking to prove themselves in bouts. It will be hosted within the Ciudad de Platas bullring, with a prize of 200 minas for the winner. Upon the conclusion of the tournament, those will make way to the palace where a series of events will take place; The first, a viewing party within the palace garden rooftop where a series of exotic animals shall be seen, offering an afternoon of delight and fun. Some time during the viewing party, a series of pinatas will be brought out, filled with varying candies. In a timed competition, two individuals will be paired up in an attempt at breaking their pinata. This will keep going until everyone has had a chance! Following the pinata challenge, those that took part will be told to check their goodie bags and one lucky individual will find a bean, denoting them the winner of ‘Royal for a Day’ which would take place the next Saints day. To finish the night off, a ball will be hosted within the palace where the Princess and Prince will have their first dance with their Padre, Viceroy Cesar I and Madre, Vicereine Laurelie I alike. After that, the dancing is open to those attending! May DIOS guide you! Viva Hyspia! Signed, His Highness, Cesar de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia, Baron of Arenisca, Lord of Niseep and Gereon's Hold Cesar de Pelear Her Highness, Laurelie de Pelear, Vicereine of Hyspia, Baroness-Consort of Arenisca, Lady of Niseep and Gereon’s Hold Her Highness, Sofia de Pelear, Princess of Hyspia His Highness, Alejandro de Pelear, Prince of Hyspia

The day, that day, would one be burned forever into the Hyspian Princesses mind. It’d haunt her dreams, her waking moments, awakening her as her frightened gaze darted about those first nights since. She’d weep and cry and pray, much like she did the day of the siege. It was still all so fresh. --- Princess Sofia de Pelear, merely fourteen years old, had awoken within her recently renovated tower of the Ciudad de Plata palace. The ministrations of day to day life was had, a Lady-in-Waiting brushing her hair, breakfast being delivered upon the table as she sat with her family, uttering out a prayer before breakfast. It was all so simple. Peaceful in its own way, with its mundane likeness to the young girl. It was simple until it wasn’t. Her father, Viceroy Cesar de Pelear stood tall, strong as he rallied the house guard, this coming shortly after breakfast as he was called from their table. They were to protect Haense, to protect their people and ensure the day was not lost. Her guard, her friend, she’d taken Wyn to the side mere moments before they left for the capital. Teary-eyed and frightened, she peered up at him and with all of her usual demands bleeding into one, and her vulnerability and moment of weakness showed, she’d state with no lack of strength to her tone. “If you die, I will kill you.” And so they marched. Armor, it felt so cold against her skin at first. The pieces a bit too big, fitting not quite right as she’d never donned it in her life. Soon, though, that cold turned suffocating. Sweat beaded. Had she ever sweat before? Had she ever felt that sweltering heat bearing down on her? The soldiers gathered, from many a nation, many a vassal and she could feel her heart thudding frantically in her chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. If she hadn’t known better, she may have thought she was running a fever. Her gauntleted hand clasped at her sisters, that feeling all too strange as she felt Veronicas small hand in her own and as the words of her father came down the line, they were sent to the palace to await what may happen. --- And so they rushed. The jostling and clanking of armor sounding, the heavy breaths and pants as they paused in the grand foyer. Fabric rustled, a medic preparing a med-bay for those injured during the siege and footsteps sounded. The Princess Royal was soon leading them, the woman keeping careful steps as it went round and round deep into the crypts, grip ever so tight against the wall and pews, movements tight due to her pregnancy. They’d made it. Sofia removed her helmet, taking in the stale crypt air with shuddering gasps leaving her as she kept close to her sister, worried for her family and friends undergoing the siege outside. They sat upon a mattress, and the scent of blood soon seeped into the crypts, cloying the air and the stench choking up the space. Many a time, a perfume bottle rose, spritzing the area around them but it’d only help so long. Leathery scents adding to the blood, honeyed scents only highlighting it in turn. Then, the prayers began. Never had she prayed to GOD so much in a day and yet, the prayers spilled out, leading the fellow children within the crypts in prayer as the adults spoke in their own corners, worrying over what was happening above. "Saint Edmond, as our soldiers go into battle today, grant them fortitude and protect them. Pray for God to show mercy to the dead, and that in hoping for victory today, we may win the peace tomorrow.” One after another, it’d come forth, whispered and cried as the thudding booms crashed and rocked the ceiling above. Dust and debris filtered down, and more joined them. The Princess Royal, she’d collapsed against the wall and her water had broken. Medics overwhelmed by the injured above, it was the mothers, mothers who’ve had babies of their own previously that saved the day. They led the woman through her birth, even as the cries and prayers of the people echoed around the crypts. And so a little girl was born amidst dread and disaster. --- A meteor struck soon after. It rocked the palace, delivering destruction and renewing the cries and prayers with a fervor. The Princess Royal seized, and the injured were delivered down below as the scent of blood grew only stronger and the children in the back prayed and pleaded, wishing to be with their parents, to go home, to see another day. And yet, the crypt was not safe. The buzzing of bugs within the walls sounded, echoing and shaking the walls. The Haense gates at the front were overtaken. And evacuation went underway. The previously seizing Princess is carried, her newborn baby lost within the crowd as the girl is brought to safety. Sofia kept her hand in Veronicas, frantic whispers sounding as she feared losing her sister in the now converging crowd. One last prayer was said and they were off. Rushing up the steps with Ser Walton leading the way. Coverings taken from windows, the carpets, a dress to protect from the flames raining down. Feverish pleas and cries coming forth from the evacuees, as they made way for Reinmar. Fire. Fire was the first thing Sofia noticed upon the exit of the palace. It overtook the sky in a terrifying kaleidoscope of burnt oranges and bloody crimsons, almost beautiful in its misery. The plop of something wet was felt as they made their escape. Then another. And another. Blood. Blood rained down on them, drenching those in their escape. But they did escape, they made way to Reinmar, taking refuge within yet another basement. This one was smaller. The press of the bodies were all too tight. The stench of blood, sweat and fear clogging the very air as the children of the group pressed close, frightened they may lose each other in the chaos. More injured are ferried in. News came, as her dear friend Wyn entered, delivering more injured. He was okay. Uninjured. Her father is alive. And then he was gone, back off to fight. And news soon came, of the triumph in the battlefield. The group rushed, pushed as they exited the basement of Reinmar, cries of joy and relief sounding as they poured forth in their effort to go home to Karosgrad. Her family made it. Her friends are alive. She is alive. --- As she went home that night, peeling off bloodied pieces of armor in favor of silken dresses and dinner around the table with her family following a prayer, she knew one thing. She’d never think of it as mundane again.

I write this whilst laying in bed, half-delirious so forgive me of my errors, and forgive me of my wish to lead another life through story. I love my husband and daughter but all the death that surrounds me while I sleep suspended in time by sickness wearies me of life. I want to get better, I do, to finally be a part of my family again before more people leave me. I miss the years when I ran through the woods, searching for nothing at all, simply enjoying the freedom and burn of my lungs. I miss returning home to the Morovar family’s loving embrace, finding my mamej at the center of it all, leading the chaos steadily. I miss my papej, who was always running the house, dealing with court shenanigans, and yet found the energy to love each and every one of us. I miss my eldest borsa Wilhelm and the many fond times we had together, from jumping off roofs into his arms to the day he got my first puppy, Iris. Then there's my borsa Arjen, always up for some mischief and adventure, who was the first to sneak me alcohol in my younger years, and went hunting for goblins in the woods with me. I miss my whole family, together, like those nights in my childhood that I thought would never end. I miss myself as well, and mourn for my loss of strength, the energy I have lost in my battle against sickness that has disallowed me from making the changes I wish to see happen. Even so, I am thankful towards my husband who has stood by me every step of the way- since my very first outing alone to Karosgrad all those years ago. You have been my dearest and best friend and I cherish every moment I spend with you, even while I lay here, writing in our bed. It started during Lifstala, when what I thought was merely a bad season of colds took away my experiences, robbed me of my debut along with many other events I wished to enjoy. I was then given a grace period, though that time was filled with arguments between my favorite borsa Wilhelm and my love Lorence. They both feared losing me and thus could only see the other as the enemy. I was unable salvage their relationship as I fell sick shortly after my marriage to Lorence, and I was rendered unable to tell my borsa about the wedding because his duties had taken him elsewhere. I thank all those who did show up for our union, it being the last time I saw both of my parents, Leopold and Maeve Morovar. Though my mamej still lives Leopold was murdered shortly after I fell ill, his death occurring at the height of my sickness and rendering me blindsided upon hearing the news when I was finally better. At that point all I wanted, and all I still want, was to reconcile with the family I have left, raise my little Laila who came into this world shortly after my papej died, and be a good wife. I started the process of mending the ties between my love and Wilhelm, but sickness once again rendered me useless despite new attempts at finding out the source of the problem, and I was unable to finish my work. I fell ill once again and this time I woke up with the news of my borsa’s death on my husband’s lips. I cannot describe to anyone the pure madness that moment brought me, nor the grief that tore through me, but I am sure those who have lost their most important confidants can imagine. I write and finish this a saint’s day after his death reaches my ears, unable to get up from my bed and comfort those he held dearest in his later life. I apologize for my absence yet again. So in my grief I am picking up my ink and quill to write as I did in my younger years, to write and write and write until I can figure out this puzzle. Now, however, I write not only for entertainment but to bring meaning to the world around me which seems to get darker by the day, as I lay here suspended in time by my illness. I write to reach someone else who may be in pain, who may need an escape, who may need a reason to live and fight just as I do. I write just in case I die tomorrow, so that all those I know in life are sure of my love for them, and to get them through what could be a tumultuous time. I write so if I do get better I understand the thoughts going through my head in this feverish time, and to explain to my daughter why her mamej was so absent for her first steps, words, and all the other firsts 1st’s I've missed. Dedicated to: Lorence Colborn, my husband and best friend Wilhelm Morovar, my beloved borsa and role-model Maeve Morovar, my mamej who encouraged me through everything And Little Laila Colborn, my daughter who gives me the courage to live. Beauty Incarnate. I awaken from a nightmare, insanity in which my life lies tattered and broken. To find my dearest husband besides me, looking handsome as he sleeps With rays of early morning sunshine lighting upon his skin. His eyes flutter open and I am met by an alluring ocean Filled to the brim with love and happiness. Beauty incarnate. I awaken from a nightmare, in which my dearest borsa is dead. I am left giggling however as he sits up at the same time I do and our heads clatter together. We had fallen asleep together underneath the apple tree at Ghastenwald, After playing together forever in our home. We both jump up together, and run off to have more adventures, hand-in-hand. Beauty incarnate. I awaken from a nightmare, in which my mamej is nowhere to be found. Only to delight upon the sound of her voice ringing out downstairs, traveling towards me. She opens the door and the breath is taken from my lungs upon realizing just how similar we are. My mamej, the most dazzling, intelligent, and loving woman I will ever know. I get up from my desk to embrace her, telling her about all the ways I am trying to live up to her. Beauty incarnate. I awaken from a nightmare, in which I left my little Laila all alone. Only to hear her screeches of excitement as my husband plays with her in the other room. My little bundle of mischief, I will someday delight upon how far you’ve come. But for now I join them, playing simple little games you seem to never grow tired of. Oh how happy we are together. Beauty incarnate. I awaken from a nightmare, in which my papej was murdered. But I flash my toothy grin at him as he gently shakes me, for I had fallen asleep at dinner. I then pretend to sleep, and even though he knows I am awake, he carries me to bed, Night after long night. My diligent, hard working papej, forever looking after us. Beauty incarnate. I awaken from a nightmare, in which I hadn’t talked to my brother Arjen for years. Only to hear him getting yelled at for his mischief in Karosgrad. She promises our parents will hear about this, but I am able to charm his way out. And we walk off to fight goblins in the woods, makeshift swords in hand. My mischievous, trouble causing, lovely, fun borsa, who always has my back. Beauty incarnate. I awaken from a nightmare, in which I am unsure of what my sister Juliya is up to. Only to find her scrapping with another kid over the Morovar house honor. I laugh, and cheer her on, and of course she wins. And I help her up, bringing her to the medics. She is strong, beautiful, prideful, and on her way to become the best knight in Karosgrad. Beauty incarnate. I awaken from a nightmare, in which the Barony of Ghastenwald is dissolved. To hear the laughter of my family around me at a family dinner. We are joyous, and proud, and mad in the best way. Most importantly though we are together. And we know as long as that’s true, nothing else matters. Beauty incarnate. I awaken from a nightmare, in which I have nothing to do with my new family, the Colborns. To around the fireplace, hearty conversation filling the room along with laughter, A sense of belonging in the air, kinship. I know I will be right at home, serving as the bridge between the Colborns and Morovars A giant family who all love me. Beauty incarnate. I awaken from a nightmare, in which I am no longer myself. Finding my face smeared with ink, having knocked it over in my sleep. I get up and clean it up, staring in the mirror for a moment at my healthy complexion, Before going off to do everything I love, from writing, to adventuring around the forest And bonding with each and every person I love. Beauty incarnate I awaken from a dream, into the nightmare my life has become. As I look at the broken pieces, and every place I have messed up I realize I still have a chance. Wilhelm and Leopold may be dead, but there are so many others to love So many chances I hope not to waste, and to do so I have to fight. Fight to get better, and reach a place where I can be happy again. I will never forgive myself for being lulled to sleep, never forget those I have lost, As I look in the mirror at my sallow skin, I find strength. Beauty incarnate. While I may not have the opportunity to live through most of what is above, I still have a chance to live a happy, full life.

The Hyspian Herald! Vol. 2 A newsletter for kids, written by kids! --- A Camping Trip! Previously covered in another missive, The Children of Hyspia and their Camping Shenanigans, this writer thought they might give a bit more on the drama that unfolded! The children of CIudad de Plata gathered at the gates of the city, sleeping bags and belongings in hand as they chattered excitedly and soon enough, they made way for the campsite! It opened with varying events already touched on, only for the first drama worthy moment to happen! Marshmallow after marshmallow fell into the flames as one such Senor Reetus struggled in his attempt to make smores! By the help of Senor Gaius and Princess Sofia, he was able to enjoy his sweet treat! More interesting, naturally, was the game of Sardines they all played towards the end. The children gathered up by the sapphire mines nearby the campsite and after the rules of the game were explained, they began. One child hid, the rest looking for him and as they found him, they’d join that same hiding spot, packing in tight. Grumbling, annoyance and fights broke out in such close quarters! The second round led to a lengthy session as two of the children couldn’t seem to find the rest packed tight like sardines, so much so, a sign was put just out of their hiding spot! Eventually, the group gave up and went back above, calling for the duo to join them. To finish off the night, a set of scary stories were told, with too many questions for anyone's liking. The scariest thing there had to be the threats given if Senor Adam didn’t finish his story! The Santos Family! The Santos family are a recent but rising addition to Hyspia! Having recently come from another place unknown, their family is arriving in droves and making waves. What with one sibling attempting to fight for the affection of one Prince Alejandro! They aren’t the only Santos making themselves known, either. Senor Mateo had decided running with the bulls would be a great idea, though covered later in the Herald! Will the Santos family continue to rise or will their moment of stardom wane? Amity Ionnas Quince! The blonde lady of Morovar had her Quince just last night, her sister-in-law opening with a speech and the girl herself opting for a grand entrance, where she was then crowned with an heirloom tiara! Varying music played, dances were had, most notably her with the Crown Prince Francisco and a special treat by Morovars Kebabs and its proprietor and her brother, Senor Arjen Morovar came off the grill! Kebabs! Kebabs, followed by varying Hyspian dishes and a multi-layered vibrantly pink cake having to be delivered by not two, nor three but four people to the table where the guests waited. A wish was made and gifts given to the girl, ranging from badly written poetry to gifts of the magical variety. Certainly not an end to the night, the adults were thanked for attending the party and the younger generation made way for the converted tower, where varying blankets and pillows sprawled about for a sleepover! Running with the Bulls! While this happened during Senorita Amity Ionnas Quince sleepover, it deserved a section in its own right. The group having decided they wanted a new game after Crown Prince Francisco took victory in a pillowfight that left many a kid rubbing a bruised arm, one such Senor Adam suggested he run with the bulls and Senor Mateo agreed to join him! The resident bull caretaker, Prince Alejandro released Jose the prized bull into the arena and the struggle began! The two boys ran about the arena, at times avoiding the bulls horns and others trying to grab on in an attempt to get on its back. Jose bucked and huffed, and to the crowd's surprise, the two boys seemed to be doing just fine! They got upon the bulls back, holding on for dear life and just as we’d thought they’d win the night, Senor Mateo went flying straight into the nearby wall! Prince Alejandro came down and in one fell swoop, flipped the Bull on its side with natural agility and it stayed down. A medic was called soon after, for any worried readers! The Infatuation of the Royal Family! The Infatuation of the Royal Family has come to whole new levels for each member of the de Pelear generation, save for the youngest. A series of gifts began arriving for Princess Sofia, namely flowers before letters soon began to follow. The house guard naturally investigating it, the culprit seems to be passing them on by! If that were not enough, as poems begin being delivered via a dropoff point, it was found out she had not one but two stalkers. If only that’d be the only de Pelear child affected! The twin to Princess Sofia and seemingly of infatuation, is Prince Alejandro. With the arrival of the Santos, comes the constant catfight of one Dama de Honor and one such member of the family, both crushing on the boy-prince! Dances are interrupted and accusations thrown about! And the icing on the cake, or the tip of the iceberg, the Crown Prince finds himself receiving barrels of soup from a secret admirer. A strange gift but a gift nonetheless! Alligator on the attack: Hand lost! Recent news of an Alligator prowling the waters of Ciudad de Plata has circled the city, bringing with it news. One of the Santos, a Senorita Callista Santos, had fallen into the waters or was rumored pushed, losing a hand in her frenzied escape as the Alligator snapped it away. What will be done of this fiendish creature? Upcoming events! The first court of Viceroy Cesar I will take place shortly after this missive, covering what has been happening in the city and allowing for the petitions of his people! A bonfire feast will take place later this week, the lake and gardens mentioned in the last Herald having been healed and celebration to be had! A game of secret Krugsmas is to take place, those signing up assigned someone they are to secretly get a gift for! Sign-ups end at the very beginning of the Saints month of Krugsmas! The decorating and lighting of the Krugsmas tree soon to be in the Ciudad de Plata square is to take place! Keep a lookout for coming events within Hyspia! --- [!] The Hyspian Herald would be anonymous for the most part, though posted on notice boards within Ciudad de Plata and within Karosgrad itself!

Dear Analiesa!: A Hyspian Song by Princess Sofia Camila Valentina Isidora Ravn de Pelear written in celebration of the Princess Royal Analiesa Josefina Barbanov-Bihar as a wedding gift of the ages! ♪ Dear Analiesa Querida Analiesa Sing me a dream Cántame un sueño The only Princess of Haense wedding La boda de la única Princesa de Haense With family held dear Con la familia querida And corset strung tight Y corsé apretado Hear the cries of the peoples delight Escucha los gritos de deleite del pueblo ♩ ♪ Dear Analiesa Querida Analiesa Dons a veil Se pone un velo As she floats down the aisle Mientras ella flota por el pasillo Dashing husband in wait Esposo apuesto al acecho Now is the time to celebrate! ¡Ahora es el momento de celebrar! ♩ ♪ Dear Analiesa Querida Analiesa Hear me sing Escúchame cantar May you have a blessed family Que tengas una familia bendecida And make a magnificent team! ¡Y hagáis un magnífico equipo! ♩ ♪ Dear Analiesa Querida Analiesa May you gleam Que brilles A cherubim ceremony! ¡Una ceremonia de querubines! ♩

Music Dissolving of Ghastenwald Its with recent council from His Majesty king Karl III that I Last Baron of Ghastenwald Wilhelm Otto Morovar dissolve the barony of Ghastenwald and hand title back to His Majesty. Though this is not my only reason on this matter, I find myself unfit to hold the title with no education of how to be a baron after the passing of my late father Baron Leopold Morovar, for the betterment of the Morovar family and to keep this houses name, honor, and history in well maintained order I considered it right to do such an act of dissolvement. SIGNED, Wilhelm Otto Morovar

By order of Princesa Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata a Notif of Dama de Honor has been issued for Senora Wihelmina Wick The first trial has been issued with the approval of Viceroy, Cesar I for one such Wilhelmina Wicks entrance into the position of Dama de Honor for Princesa Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata. The role is a hefty one, though it comes with perks of the trade, should you go on to pass all three. During this time, the Viceroyal family will be watching the girls actions to see if she’d be a good fit and look forward to what may come of this all. The first trial is this; Plan, coordinate and host an event that will fit your perspective Princesas standards. The rules are this, it must be within Ciudad de Plata. You may have assistance, within reason. An invite must be sent out to the public as a whole. Should you accept this first trial, come in person to state your intentions. May DIOS guide you! Viva Hyspia! Signed, His Highness, Cesar de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia, Baron of Arenisca, Lord of Niseep and Gereon's Hold Her Highness, Sofia de Pelear, Princesa of Ciudad de Plata of Hyspia

Welcome to Ciudad de Plata!: A Hyspian Song by Princesa Sofia Camila Valentina Isidora Ravn de Pelear written in celebration of the construction of the Hyspians new city within Haense! ♪ Desert Sands Fly Away Las arenas del desierto se van volando Snow now paves my way La nieve ahora pavimenta mi camino Haense chill nips at my heels El frío de Haense pellizca mis talones Is this the Hyspian way? Es así como se hace en Hyspia? ♩ ♪ The snow now melts away La nieve ahora se derrite The Silver Island at the bay La isla de plata en la bahía Boats rock up to shores Los barcos se balancean hasta las costas Is this the Hyspian way? Es así como se hace en Hyspia? ♩ ♪ Sapphires glitter prettily in mines Los zafiros brillan bellamente en las minas Pearls pried from beach lands Perlas arrancadas de las tierras de la playa Fish caught by the fishers band Pescado capturado por la banda de pescadores Is this the Hyspian way? Es así como se hace en Hyspia? ♩ ♪ Bulls snort and push Los toros resoplan y empujan Crowds grow in the tavern Las multitudes crecen en la taberna Horchata passed all around Horchata pasó por todos lados Is this the Hyspian way? Es así como se hace en Hyspia? ♩ ♪ Welcome to the City of Silver Bienvenidos a la Ciudad de Plata Where Hyspians make their way! donde los Hyspians se abren camino! ♩

OH'SEHN VAL LOCH'TOHL The Barony of Al'Ildic presents. . . Rare is it that this occasion befalls on the Barony keep, especially of the heiress Al'Ildic and a lord Jerovitz. . . The bride and groom invite those of the Old Regime, Knights of Hanseti-Ruska and the Old Regime of Petra, and peers of both. [OCTOBER 29TH, 2022. 4PM EST] In the Emma of Woldzmir Chapel, The Commonwealth of Petra Synopsis of Lovers Vladrik Kortrevich II and Sadie O'Rourke, two souls that begun their conquest of courtship at the age of youths. Together, they ensued many cricket-sounded nights, summer-sunned days and an entire childhood with one another. The Stone Rose of Krusev was given to the Baroness Al'ildic in honor of Kaitlyn Kortrevich, the first baroness of Jerovitz. The heirloom is treasured by House Kortrevich, and now passes onto its future generation of star-crossed lovers. In Kortrevich tradition, the ring is only given to koravian brides whom are a clear and constituted choice for suitor. The Northman himself, enacted his dedication by opting out of lifstalan events, required by his nation. Focusing on scholarly pursuits. Now, he settles into his knighthood trials and a life with his dearest Baroness, as her loyal consort. Ceremony The proceedings will take place in the bride's chosen chapel for it's patron saint, Emma of Woldzmir. Show to the courtyard near the Margrave of Minitz, carrying into the church for the blessed ceremony under star and sun. The clergy of Canonism oversees in the eyes of Mother Maya vas Ruthern, and in holy matrimony they will stay. ____________________________________________ INVITEES Count Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich of Jerovitz ( @Phersades) Countess-Consort Esmée Gabrielle Kortrevich of Jerovitz ( @dove ) Ser Calahan O'Rourke of Old Halstaig ( @Pyrite ) Holy Mother Maya vas Ruthern II of Vidaus ( @milkyi ) Dame Catherine, Regent of the Commonwealth ( @AndrewTech ) His Royal Majesty, Keong Karl Barbanov III of Karosgrad ( @GMRO ) Her Royal Majesty, Keonas Amadea Ulyssa of Susa ( @shay ) Knights & Squires of the Circle of Saint Emma Knights & Squires of the Round Table Dame Irene of Vienne ( @ RainedropF ) Best Man, Firr Tulip van Wick ( @HurferDurfer1 ) Lord Everett Patrick O'Rourke of Old Halstaig ( @CanadaMatt ) Lady Alexandrina Maya O'Rourke of Old Halstaig ( @ ) Lady Mischa Florentia Lesanov-Falcone of Florentine ( @Melpomenne Haunch-Prinzen Georg Sigismund Barbanov-Bihar ( @gusanoarentonio ) Princess Royal Analiesa Josefina Barbanov-Bihar ( @PerfectlyPeachy ) Prince Marius Audemar Barbanov-Bihar ( @Mio ) Lady Esfir Rose Kortrevich of Jerovitz ( @marslol ) Lord Matviy Kortrevich of Jerovitz ( @MapleSunflower ) Lord Anton Otto Rique Kortrevich ( @AgentofDeath13 ) Lady Inessa Kortrevich of Jerovitz ( @GlassySkies ) Duchess-Consort Josefina Renée Kortrevich-Barclay of Reinmar ( @crazedpudding) Ser Matyas Baruch of Valwyck ( @ThanksChris ) Ser Barley van Wick of Woldzmir ( @ScourgeOfOrders) Lord Cosimo Falcone of The Holy Land, Florentine ( @Goon) Lady Margosha Lesanov ( @Bonito ) Manon Yvaine de Falstaff ( @wowsirss) Viorica Barrow of Jerovitz ( @sarahbarah ) Wynanya Arvellon of Nevaehlen ( @critter) & her invited kin from the Vale Princess Elizaveta Ulyssa van Wick ( @Moenah) Lady High Justicar Adele Emma Ludovar ( @CopOwl) Ser Sebastien 'The White Sun' de Savoie ( @tcs_tonsils_ ) Signed. . . Her Ladyship, Sadie Cristonia O'Rourke, Baroness of Al'Ildic His Lordship, Vladrik Iov Robaire Kortrevich II, Baron-Consort of Al'Ildic

THE TRAGEDY OF KING MARIUS I Dramatis Personae Marius, King of Haense Tobias, King of Courland Otto Heinrik, Crown Prince of Haense, brother of the king Karl Sigmar, Uncle of the king, Regent Lukas Vanir, Chancellor of Haense, the loyal minister Merric Staunton, Prince of Courland, cousin of Tobias Diedrik Barrow, the disobedient Interior Minister Sergei II, Cavalry commander, Lord of Kovachev, Duke of Carnatia Brynden Vanir, Lord Marshal, Lord of Vanir, Margrave of Vasiland Boris, Lord of Ruthern, Count of Metterden Otto Marius, Lord of Baruch, Baron of Ayr Adolphus, Lord of Vyronov, Baron of Graiswald Owyn, Lord of Amador, Baron of Mondstadt Alistar, Lord Commander of the Golden Crow, renowned poet Julia, Aunt of the king Tatiana, Aunt of the king, wife of Brynden Reza Elizaveta, the Queen-Mother Rory Othaman, Archbishop and Commander Sergeant, veteran soldier Reeve Brawm, traitor ACT I SCENE I. St. Karlsburg. The courtyard of Ottosgrad Palace. It is the winter of 1586. Alistar, a close confidant of the royal family walks outside of the castle holding a leash with a small grey puppy. There are thick heaps of snow that cover across the ground. ALISTAR (Enter Alistar, holding a leash with a young grey pup. Alistar picks up the young king and props Marius on his lap as he clears his throat.) Come Do you know the story of your namesake? Attend, young boy to Gaius Marius! The strength of GOD was vested upon him, Bringing with him the pride of Hanseti. For great was his brav’ry against his foes. To thee, young king, this ode I utter thus, Harken to his name, Gaius Marius! Today you are the one who stands on high, A great destiny few men seek to try. (The young Marius sits quietly, looking up at the poet’s narrative in awe. Enter Julia with courtiers.) JULIA Alas, poor boy, afflicted by neglect. I am baffl’d and disgraced to see him. Myself I throw dread monarchy at thy feet. Destined art thou to fail at eagle’s nest. Kings are but gilded snow and melted ice, Glistening upon the highest mountain. How great the mountain stands above the rest, Until the time of the season must change. All glistening of snow thus melts away. The wond’rous winter has but now elapsed, Leaving behind no trace to behold. Such became of the reign of his father, For now the season’s change has now arrived. (A gentle cascade of snowflakes descends to the ground.) ALISTAR Have hope dear princess, lest we be faithless! Woe to us, for GOD calls men to be strong. To what do we owe this ode of pity? There is no room for gloom and heartlessness, Deriding the blessing that GOD doth give. (Alistar hands the leash to Marius.) ALISTAR A wolf pup is a loyal companion, Surely a friend for life and unto death. The deep cold of the winters here in Haense, Test the soul to all that you shall hold dear. As a wolf is nourished by his master, So does a land from the love of their king. (Exit Julia and Marius.) ALISTAR My GOD, if thou hearest me in prayer, Look with pity and on the sins of the past. Strengthen those who need your guidance the most, And for this blessed Northmarch, redemption. Shed the angst of Andrik’s folly and vice, Renew the hearts of those who fear this life, And give us the grace to handle our pain. (Exit Alistar. Scene closes.) SCENE II. St. Karlsburg. The sparring arena within the Golden Crow barracks. Enter Otto Heinrik, Alistar, several Golden Crow guardsmen. OTTO HEINRIK (Otto picks up a sparring sword.) From the seas of Serpentstone to Greyspine, A warrior will I be to the north. So vast this land, yet I shall see its ends, From the mount of my strong and steady steed. Enemies to the right, and to the left, So great they are but still unmatched for me. ALISTAR Lo, Otto use your sense and keep your head! The enemy may come, or they may go, But the defender always stays en guarde. OTTO HEINRIK Heartily, I speak the truth, do I not? Great are the gifted fathers of Joren, So too am I, to follow in their stead! GUARD (Bellowing.) Entering His Majesty the King! (Enter Marius, flanked by his retinue of courtier and Gold Crow guardsmen.) MARIUS So great is Otto, who else can compare? Perhaps a jester roaming the manure! I kid, good brother for no one compares! (A nun comes forward, setting a desk for Marius’ study.) The words of yore still strike us true, Ever to keep us on our watchful eyes. Let none deceive or hinder, the glory Of the glacial and majestic winter. Whoso wishes to deny GOD’s elect, the Highlander and their great free spirit? ALISTAR I see you have excelled in your studies. It takes more than just one’s strength and one’s pride, But an unwavering mind that can see all. Barbanov never falls short of duty. (Exit all. Scene closes.) SCENE III. St. Karlsburg. The throne room of Ottosgrad palace. Enter Karl Sigmar, seated at the throne. Royal courtiers fill the peripheries of the palace throne room. Marius, Otto, the Queen-Mother flank Karl Sigmar. The Haense peerage are all present. The issue with the inclusion of House Brawm divides the Crown and the House of Kovachev. KARL SIGMAR (Seated at the throne. His face is shrouded in fatigue) My lords, we convene to discuss disputes, Concerning the lands within Carnatia. With that, the Duke Kovachev may rise forth. SERGEI II Your Highness and my fellow noble lords. Tis but a day of sad regret I rise, A man of loyalty and reverence To our Northern pride and our Northern crown. Why must we, the very House that sheltered Our king and gladly sacrificed our lives For the Kingdom, fight for security? KARL SIGMAR His Grace will cease his statement of dispute. Alas, the Duke heeds not my prior words, And with deaf ears he proceeds to this court! (Brawms snicker in the background.) SERGEI II Damned if I should act, damned if I do not. (Looks around to the courtiers.) His Highness seeks to silence me, but the Sun shines both on the good and the wicked! Woe to this court should complacency rule! We serve the right, not the dogs that were set On our duly earned Carnatian land. Friends, kinsmen, pledge your attention to me! I come to petition this esteemed court Not to sow dissent nor anger your hearts. May he not forget my own sworn duty, Not to the fallible whims of myself, But to Haense and the lands which I defend. Nor have I stood here to exhaust contempt I demand all for my kin what is due, Riddance the plague that is House Brawm in Haense. KARL SIGMAR You stand in my court, audacious and proud. Careful with your use of such words, Your Grace. They do not serve you well for your demands. Our union of vassals stands without doubt. Perhaps it is that pride of yours to fix. To all who here, to thine ears I impart, The Crown is uncontested in all respect. For if anyone should show dissent here Let he be admonished in our presence. I hereby grant in this place our assent, that those of Houndsden shall dwell among us. (Exit all but Karl Sigmar and Marius.) KARL SIGMAR My nephew, I pray you know the burden. Let neither duke nor count speak over you. The lofty ambitions of your vassals Must never come before you nor the Crown. As GOD commands the snow fall all around, He blesses the land with wintry wonder, That where it falls, your reign shall reside. Know this fully and keep this in your heart, For the day of reckoning shall be had. (Karl Sigmar gave a sigh prior to departing the throne room.) MARIUS (Looked around at the empty room, the portraits of his father and grandfather prominently peering down upon him.) To stand or fall, this I must decide now. Shall I be condemned a life of burdens, Or shall I bring honor to this great house? Is it greater to endure the pains of this crown, Or to look upon strife as total strength? The swooping talons of rival birds strike, But the noble crow is steadfast to fight. For in death, I can sleep in quick respite. But what glory does that bring to the north? Who would stand in my stead to take on such? The spurns of this station define this life. What life have I been given to define! No limits bear down on me but my thoughts, The fears that dwell within this naive mind. For it is true fear that creates weakness, Furthering blinding the sight of resolve. I pray, yet I hear nothing from the saints. Oh gracious GOD and by Karl and Otto, By Petyr and Andrik, let me succeed. May this be your good will above indeed. (Exit Marius. Scene closes.) ACT II SCENE I. St. Karlsburg. A hallway within Ottosgrad palace. Marius is seated along the staircase of Ottosgrad, accompanied by Tatiana who is weeping. MARIUS (Comforts Tatiana and speaks in a jovial tone.) Pray, good aunt, confide in me your sorrows! What vice has afflicted your graciousness? TATIANA My dear young boy, I should not burden you. I shan’t wrest you away from your affairs. MARIUS No, dear aunt. I enjoy your company! TATIANA How gracious you share love for all. Alas, your uncle Brynden shows disdain, For his mindless actions cause much pain to me. His deep ambition remains above me, His mind has no care for our family. For love is scarce among men in this world. But you, o’ king and loving toward all. Give to the north your hand and heart with glee, Never to let go of your greatest vow: To be true and faithful in all your deeds. MARIUS To you I vow always to be truthful. Never shall I shirk this given mandate. To all who give their just and wise counsel, I attend with heed to what I must do. For you, dear soul art a blessing to me, Showing pure what love can bring to us all. Tis more than love that I have learned from you, But loving those who give not back the same. Such is the duty of this great station. (Exit all. Scene closes.) SCENE II. St. Karlsburg. The throne room of Ottosgrad palace. It is the day of King Marius’ coronation. The noble lords, courtiers, clergy, and royal family are congregated within the throne room at Ottosgrad. King Marius dons royal attire. REZA ELIZAVETA At last the day of accession is here! You shall finally wear the Franciscan crown, Take the scepter in hand and show to all, That you will be a king of great courage. Look in awe dear son, for you now wear gold! (Reza gestures toward the Franciscan Crown, a gold circlet with protruding features each ornately adorned with rubies, sapphires, and diamonds.) MARIUS Gold I shall wear but worry fills my heart, For this gold has ruined many a man. Mine own father was corrupted by it, And the Kingdom suffered for his great sins. (Marius’ face is filled with worry, but he cannot break his gaze from the crown. Reza places a comforting hand on his shoulder.) REZA ELIZAVETA Remember my son, you are not Andrik. MARIUS Truly mother, my father I am not. My people look upon me with great hope; For their sake and mine own, I must triumph. (The crowd quiets as Rory Othaman, Bishop of St. Karlsburg, processions to the throne followed closely behind by altar boys and the nobles of the realm.) RORY OTHAMAN Kneel, King, and accept the blessing of God. (Marius kneels, beads of sweat forming on his brow. Rory turns to an altar boy, and dips his thumb into a glass vessel filled with oil.) RORY OTHAMAN Be now blesséd by this holy chrism, O King, chosen by God to rule us all. Let no evil into thy heart, for you Shall walk with the Almighty as your guide. (Rory draws a Lorraine cross with the oil on Marius’ forehead. He then takes the Franciscan Crown and holds it above Marius’ head.) RORY OTHAMAN Swear thee now, King, to serve dutifully And, with whole of mind and body, protect Thy subjects who gather now before thee? To uphold justice, strike down evil men, Strive for peace between brothers and nations, And hold in great esteem the laws of God? MARIUS So I swear. (Rory lowers the crown onto Marius’ head, then steps back. Marius rises.) RORY OTHAMAN Long live the King! REZA ELIZAVETA Long live the King! (The Crowd cheers and continues the chant until Marius raises his hands to signal for silence.) MARIUS Whether this life be brief or storied thus, To my leal vassals, I stand in your midst, To proclaim to you a firm and resolute realm. Now that the drums of war have been ceased, Our people shall commit ourselves thusly: To strengthen this kingdom with unity. Let us rebuild honorable custom, And the respect that every man is due. It is the cause of every Haeseni, To fulfill their destiny under God, Honoring our fathers with sacrifice, Reaping the harvest of honest labor, And leaving bounties when we are in graves. (Exit all. Scene closes.) SCENE III. St. Karlsburg. Marius’ office within Ottosgrad palace. It is early yet in Marius’ reign, and already he makes plans to meet with Lords Amador and Ruthern to settle a dispute between them. He waits in the royal office with his newly appointed Chancellor, Lukas Vanir, and his brother Otto Heinrik. MARIUS Come, Lukas, and tell me thus: that you have Grown accustomed to your new position. Few men may boast of such a rise as yours, From lowly mayor to noble Chancellor! You are surely proud of your achievement. LUKAS VANIR Ambition is not my wont, my lord King. I desire only to serve the Kingdom; The Greater Man places her above all. MARIUS A comfort, indeed, to hear you say so. Lacking faith in one’s councilor brings no Rest to one’s heart, but know that I place my Trust in you to serve this Crown loyally. Tell me, for what purpose have we been called? LUKAS VANIR To rule on a dispute as regards the Barony of Marbrand, seated between Lords Metterden and Mondstadt who presently Make way to your majesty’s grand office. (A knock at the door.) MARIUS Whence is that knocking? Come, let us see you. (Enter Boris Ruthern and Owyn Amador) MARIUS My lords, what troubles bring you here to-day? BORIS My liege, here is a villain and a traitor Who, by his own greed, seeks to take from me That which was granted by Petyr the King. My royal sovereign, my claim over the Greyspine Gate and my duty to guard it, A duty in which I have not failed thee, Are now both besieged by Lord Amador. An Owl he is assuredly not, For the lowest of rats alone cause such Havoc betwixt Haeseni brothers. OWYN My noble King, thou mustn’t listen to These false charges; truer words have come from The mouths of pagan Norlanders, who kill Freely and worship a false flaming God. Baron Marbrand has faith not in Lord Ruthern, For the shark has shown it will bite whatever It must to attain its true goal, the crown. Why then should any man serve the will of A lord who himself acts in poor faith? Be wary, my liege, for even now the Traitor conspires to take from thee thy throne. BORIS You clay-brained fool! Damn’d be your family! I ought to strike you down where you stand, knave! LUKAS VANIR We are in His Majesty’s company! Neither the dwarves of Urguan nor the Elves of Haelun’or carry themselves so! Raise you again your voice in aggression, And cursed be the day you choose to do so. Now step back and allow us to discuss. (Boris and Owyn scowl at Lukas, but silence themselves and step away whilst Lukas speaks in a lowered voice to Marius.) LUKAS VANIR See how they bear themselves, Your Majesty, As though crowned with allegiance and good faith? I am of one mind with your Lord Uncle, You must never allow your vassals to Dictate your actions unto you, my King. Regardless, this dispute has all signs of Peril, should either man feel insulted. Sire, assign an envoy to speak in Your name to keep you, in their hearts, friendly. (Marius nods. Lukas motions for Boris and Owyn to return within earshot.) MARIUS Lords Mondstadt, Metterden, be calm I say. This issue is of great import to us, And it is our interest to see it solved. Our brother Otto who has our respect, For he has done a great many things to Earn it, shall intercede on our behalf And bring to resolution this matter. None shall interfere in our goal to build A resolute realm; you will accept his Decision, whatever it may be. BORIS Thank you, my liege. OWYN Most gracious of you, sire. (Exit all. Scene closes.) SCENE IV. St. Karlsburg. The throne room of Ottosgrad palace. Marius sits in court, speaking with his gathered nobles and family. (Enter Sergeant) SERGEANT Pardon for the interruption, my King. Lord Reeve Brawm seeks admittance to your majesty. MARIUS We’ll give him present audience. Bring him. (Enter Reeve Brawm) MARIUS What message have you from our lord Houndsden? REEVE BRAWM Thus says my lord: To Marius King of Haense, Knave, polisher of Imperial boots, Only contempt and slight regard for you. Here lays our demand: full independence And freedom from your tyrannical shackles. No longer shall Hound lick the feet of the Crow, Who is unworthy of the crown it bears. In the name of my lord and our house, (Reeve Brawm removes his left glove, tossing it at Marius’ feet. Gathered nobles and courtiers gasp in surprise.) There lies our challenge to this mockery That fools may call the Kingdom of Haense. What message shall I return to Houndsden? (Marius picks up the glove and looks at it before responding.) MARIUS To your master say thus: that we accept His challenge and take arms against him. Houndsden shall regret this folly, see his Mistake, and regret the day he chose To turn his back on us, who have only Defended him to this court of our peers. Accused of tyranny, what nonsense. The only present mockery is his, The ruin he has but guaranteed for his house. Our response shall be like thunder, an earthquake, So hot an answer of it that all shall Return his mock and the people of Haense Shall see our actions as matching to his Frivolous and unwarranted insult. Leave now, tell your master what we have said. REEVE BRAWM I shall deliver so. Thanks to your highness. (Reeve bows and exits.) MARIUS What say you, Uncle Vasiland? Are the Armies of Hanseti-Ruska prepared To face this threat which has reared its ugly head? BRYNDEN VANIR Your soldiers stand willing and ready, sire. As do your loyal lords who gather here To-day, who shall stand with you to-morrow, And ev’ry day thereafter until these Traitors are brought before God Almighty. SERGEI II Your Majesty, most humbly I request The lead of the vanguard against these dogs, Who have mine own family harassed and Now make war against thy most august crown. MARIUS Take it, Carnatia, lead us to glory. Vasiland, Metterden, Ayr, great lords all, Raise your banners and rally your forces For we shall make war on these dogs of Brawm! BRYNDEN, ADOLPHUS, SERGEI, OWYN, and BORIS To war! (Exit all. Scene closes.) SCENE V. Houndsden. The royal command tent in the siege camp. Marius, Lukas, Brynden Vanir, Adolphus, Sergei II, and Otto Marius have all gathered within the royal command tent in the Houndsden siege camp. ADOLPHUS Mighty is your artillery, my liege! For even now the dogs within the fort Cower in fear and await their slaughter! OTTO MARIUS Tis a shame that men of Courland should die After, by trickery, entering the fort. BRYNDEN VANIR A shame, nay, an honor my Lord Baruch! Long have my kin clashed with those of Staunton! We know well their penchant for deception And their love of war and all things evil. OTTO MARIUS Aye, you speak truly, my Lord Vasiland. Never again can the white eagle be Allowed to spread its wings across the land. (Enter Rory Othaman, sweaty and armored.) RORY OTHAMAN The enemy’s wall has crumbled, my liege. Your soldiers, with hardened heart and clenched fist, Stand ready to attack and take the fort. MARIUS Then take it, Lord Bishop, as you have said. Bring us victory. God be with you all. (Exeunt Lords after bowing. Marius breaks composure and kneels before a cross.) MARIUS O God above who watches over us all, Steel my soldiers’ hearts, take from them doubt and Fear, for those shall bring them death in battle. Rather, grant them to this thy leal servant. Is this then the true weight of the crown? Men shall live and die by my command, and Yet I know not whether my acts are just. My grandsire did nobly fight and win war, Forming this crown which now rests on my head. Did he ne’er doubt himself? When taking arms Or striking men with steel, did he not care For the widows made from his ambition? Of mine own father, a veteran of war, Songs are sung of his conquests and glory, Yet guilt did not preclude his violence. Why then hast thou chosen me, mighty God, Who withers and writhes with guilt and conscience? (Marius pauses, staring at the cross for a moment.) But this is not mine to question why, But to do as you have commanded me. This I know to be true, that for the better Or for the worst, the crown rests upon my Head, and I am King of Hanseti-Ruska. Such is the burden that I must carry. (Enter Sergei with blood on armor and sword.) SERGEI II The flag of surrender is raised, my King! The castle has fallen to our great arms! MARIUS And how many among us do lie dead? SERGEI II But one of the eight thousand whom you sent. A slight amount, Your Majesty. Minor. (Marius nods, Sergei bows then exits.) MARIUS One thousand more orphans, yet slight he says.. (Exit Marius. Scene closes.) ACT III SCENE I. St. Karlsburg. The throne room in Ottosgrad palace. Some years have passed since the Brawm Rebellion. Marius wraps up a diplomatic meeting in court with Prince Merric Staunton in hopes of reducing tensions with Courland. (Enter Marius, Merric Staunton, Diedrik, and Lukas.) MERRIC STAUNTON Great words between us, royal brother! I’ll report to my kingly coz that you Peace have invested in, that no more blood Be shed for any cause between our realms. DIEDRIK BARROW (Quietly to Lukas) How low the crow does fly to treat with such? Why entertain the scum of Courland, they Who unjustly buried our great Empire? LUKAS VANIR Your tongue is rough. Pray the King does not hear, Or pray that it should fall from your mouth, Lest you lose more than you wish to part with. Peace is the wish of all, both Man and God. When has our sovereign led us astray? DIEDRIK BARROW (Quietly to self) What fools do wear the crown to lead us all! Peace should not so dull a Kingdom, its swords Must not rust, nor its people grow lazy. Would that these twits see this friendship is naught, These praises covering ambition with A coat of humility and finesse. Tis now that defenses ought to be made, Soldiers fitted and armed, forts brought up. War will come upon the land once more, brought By the talons of Courlandic eagle. Did not these Courlanders send aid to Brawm When those dogs bit the hands which fed them? Pure truth must surface and be made known lest Death will, with his great scythe, cut down all here. The instrument of truth I shall be, and Strike down with my blade this disguised devil! (Diedrik pulls out a dagger from under his cloak, stabbing Merric in front of the court. Merric collapses, dead.) MARIUS You fool! Know you what disaster this brings? DIEDRIK BARROW I have only done that which is good for Haense. MARIUS Arrest the murderer, and bring here a Priest to inter a man who would be our friend. (Guards arrest Diedrik. Exit soldiers and Diedrik with Merric’s body.) MARIUS (To Lukas) Ambassadors to Courland send, that peace May yet be saved despite the blood spilled here To-day, that it may not all be in vain. (Exit all. Scene closes.) SCENE II. Cloud Temple. A round table within a peaceful grotto. After the murder of Merric Staunton, Tobias and Marius meet for a diplomatic council on the grounds of the Cloud Temple. Tensions are high, as a less-than-successful meeting could result in world war. TOBIAS My people will not be cowed by your threats, Nor will they quake at the drawing of steel, For Courlanders are made of sterner stuff As shall be witnessed should we come to blows! MARIUS Stay your hand, my royal brother Courland. Your coz Merric and I were of one mind, That ne’er again can war destroy our realms, So our princes may be not captiv’d by The black hand of Death, servant of Iblees. TOBIAS If, King of Hanseti, you would the peace, Whose lack gives home to these imperfections Which you have naively explained to us, Then now explain you must why Merric lies In eternal slumber beneath the dirt. Brother he was to us, confidante when Discretion was demanded of us. As friend no equal did he have, no man As gracious nor as loved was he by all. Why then lies he with worms below our feet, Whilst you, who brought his death, walk free with life? MARIUS The crime of which you speak was done not in My name, but by a fool, a rogue who acts For self and pride, who wants above all, war. Put to arrest he was, executed For justice and in furtherance of peace. Thy cousin was accordant with my want, My aspiration for peace between us. Scorn not his memory through thy pursuit Of war, rather honor his sacrifice. Let his blood mark a new beginning for Our realms, a path towards great prosperity. TOBIAS To yet place my trust in the King would be To treat with men who but ten years prior Raised arms against my realm in defense of Horen and their great crimes against the world, Who stomped upon the necks of the uruks, Who burnt Savoy out of spite for their lord, Who sought to end the line of the dwarf kings! Desire not my people to return to The ways of the Imperium Quintus, Yet I believe with all my heart that you Yearn for these days of old in which you ruled. How then can I with good conscience believe That you do not aim to restore Horen? MARIUS Loyal service I gave, for that’s my oath. When I, like all, am interred in the ground, To rest with my father and all before, With me shall go no gold, nor silk, nor jewels. All these and more may be taken from me, But my honor shall be mine forever. Shame to him who leaves this life with dishonor, For his stain shall not be made clean in death. To quit my liege in his hour of great need Would so sully my soul that no good deed Would wipe away the shame of my deceit. How then can you say, ‘I do not trust you’? By my acts I have shown my commitment To all pacts which shall bear my signature. My one concern henceforth will be to guard My people, from youngest child to oldest man. What reason then have I to lie to you? In spite of your lack of faith in my words, I will offer to send envoys to thee, So that swords may stay sheathed and words shall then Resolve conflicts that rise between our realms. This I say to ease thy mistrust of me, So you may see my heart is pure and true. TOBIAS Not out of love shall I agree to this, But in remembrance of my sweet cousin. Fare thee well, brother Hanseti-Ruska. (Exit all. Scene closes.) SCENE III. St. Karlsburg. The throne room of Ottosgrad palace. Months after the diplomatic council, ambassadors have gone back and forth between Courland and Haense, ensuring the tense peace between them remains in place. Marius stands in Ottosgrad, speaking to Rory, Sergei, Otto Heinrik, and Brynden Vanir. (Enter Lukas.) LUKAS VANIR Grave news my liege, for in pursuit of peace Sent I Count Metterden to see Staunton And in this endeavor, death has taken him. MARIUS Murdered? God preserve us, all will be lost! A babe, fresh from the womb, was our new peace, Fragile and new to this world’s cruelties, Protected only by good will of men, Smothered now whilst laying within its crib! Give me your thoughts my lords, what should be done? RORY OTHAMAN An opportunity given by God, Planted at the feet of one who must answer. His Holiness shall place God’s grace on us, Should we, with all expedience, make war On Aleksandria who dare appoint A false Pontiff in challenge to His Grace. Tears shall be shed for Count Metterden, yet Others will follow if we idle and Permit this hope for justice to slip us by. Hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers, That owe yourselves your lives to this grand cause, That what was torn asunder may be new, And be re-united under our God. I speak, of course, of our Imperium, Risen from the flames of our holy war. Gracious lord, stand for what is your duty, Unfurl your flags of war as your forebears Did for generations before you and Restore Humanity from fallen state To life in our Holy Oren Empire. MARIUS To breathe new life into Humanity Is my solemn duty, but to declare On brother Courland for Orenia? A hypocrite would I be should I do What you here now suggest to this grand court. Marshal Vasiland, speak your mind to us. BRYNDEN VANIR I am one with your mind that Empire is Not cause enough to send men to battle. Yet I agree that war must be declared. Years have passed since the collapse of House Brawm; Your peers and soldiers grow tired and restless, Eager to prove themselves worthy of the Legacies of their ancestors before. War will grant them such opportunity, And make known to the world that Haense remains Strong as ever to fight all who attack. MARIUS Brother Otto, where stands your mind on this? OTTO HEINRIK Your peers lack in caution, royal brother. Courland is no small dog like that of Brawm. The wings of the white eagle stretch out far, Its talons long and sharp, its beak jagged. Forget not how Horen lost their great crown At the hands of a mighty coalition Assembled by the cunning of Staunton. To war them now would be to risk such fate Upon us all, to change the maps of the world. MARIUS Lukas, chancellor, where does your mind fall? LUKAS VANIR Metterden was no minor peer, my King, But one of the great houses of the realm. To not act now would be to turn your back On those houses which have served you with faith. Complaints of insincerity will come After your words in council with Tobias, But your nobles shall think you weak if you Fail now to avenge the death of their own. A tough choice lies before you now, sire. No matter what decision you shall make, I am forever your loyal servant. (Marius pauses, thinking to himself.) MARIUS Let it be war then, and may it be swift. BRYNDEN VANIR (To other peers gathered) Raise then banners of war, my lords. Make haste To call upon your men; let us repeat The grand subjugation of Houndsden now! (Exeunt all. Scene closes.) SCENE IV. St. Karlsburg. The courtyard of Ottosgrad palace. After declaring war on Courland, Marius dispatched his army to the forest crossroads of Elba, one of the many pathways into the Kingdom. He paces anxiously within the palace courtyard while waiting for news. (Enter Lukas and Sergeant.) LUKAS VANIR Here comes now a man who fought at Elba. MARIUS Come Sergeant, and give your report to us. SERGEANT My honorable King, I bear ill news, For though eight thousand stood to fight House Brawm, Only came four to fight against Courland. Such ill can only be caused by Vanir, Who failed in his duty to properly Maintain and train your host to be ready For the war which we now find ourselves in. This gross incompetence and mismanagement Has made many a man desert his post, For none of sound mind wish to die for the Mistakes of another, in command or In battle, as was the case at Elba. It was two to one and Courland was fresh, With full bellies and warm clothing to wear. Disaster continued as we sought to Rout their cavalry with our own; in this We failed and so were forced with all haste to Quit the field and surrender the ground with shame. Retreat was costly and we just escaped, Though not without the loss of many men. Slaughter it was, the frozen ground turned red With the blood of the defeated fallen. MARIUS Oh God, from where have they this mettle? Are they not from warm and cozy climate? Their men not raised in lives of great comfort? From young age are our boys taught to survive, Yet they now find themselves bested by sheep! I shall put it out of my mind, it is No matter, for Metterden now stands tall, Ready to weather the strikes of Courland. As the rocks of the coast do with great waves, So shall our fort withstand assault by men. (Enter Sergei.) SERGEI II Lies and deceit betray us all my King! For now Staunton marches his men around Greyspine Mountains, his aim to siege the fort At Vasiland and take our coast to build Routes of supply to feed his vast army! MARIUS Hubris and vanity cost us this day, For in our ostentation we failed to Properly fortify our coast, a sin That shall cause us great pains in this conflict! Scurry yourself and what soldiers remain To Vasiland to garrison the fort. I too shall go with you, to be a beacon Of hope and raise the spirits of my men Who, soon enough, shall fight in defense of This crown I wear which makes men call me King. LUKAS VANIR To permit you leave would be to put your Life in grave harm, my King, too great a risk Does this pose to our realm that I, with all Intensity must refuse your desire. You must, for the sake of us all, remain. MARIUS Accept then I your judgment of my mind. In safety I shall stay while Carnatia Commands the defense of our eastern land. Spare neither cost nor time, do what you must. Bring victory so we may see another day. (Exit all. Scene closes.) ACT IV SCENE I. St. Karlsburg. The throne room of Ottosgrad palace. Marius waits in St. Karlsburg, anxiously waiting for news of the Siege of Vasiland. (Enter Lukas, Otto Heinrik, all Haeseni Lords, bloody and defeated.) MARIUS Lukas, Chancellor, friend, what news have you? Has our tactic played out as we intended? LUKAS VANIR Reproach, ruin, and shame, Your Majesty! All our ranks are broke; men flee for their lives. Fire, the enemy artillery did, At our walls which could not withstand such a Barrage of stone and flame, and came crashing To the earth, scores of men following them. Die well they did not, and there shall be many In Haense to-day lacking husband, father, or son. Woe to us who sent these men to their end! Once more back again to the field we must go, To die with honor and fall beside the Men whose souls now rest with the saints above! MARIUS Stay your hand, gentle Lukas, for God still Has purpose for you and us fellows all. Defeated in battle we may be, but Fulfill I must the duties of the crown. Proclaim it through my host and my realm that Purses shall be made for flight to Mardon, That none who wish to live in subjugation Must do so, and may rather join us in That southern asylum which we must call home. Shame and dishonor may follow me for The rest of my life, but my people shan’t Suffer for the mistakes of their ruler. Go and do it now, quickly. OTTO HEINRIK It shall be done, your highness. God bless you. (Exeunt lords with a bow except Lukas.) LUKAS VANIR And as regards the war, my sovereign? MARIUS Send messengers to Courland for Staunton. Peace shall, nay, must be made no matter the cost. (Exit Lukas with a bow.) MARIUS (buries his face in his hands, weeping) May Almighty God have mercy on me. (Exit Marius. Scene closes.) SCENE II. Mardon. A street-side bench within the city. Some time has passed since the flight to Mardon. A peace treaty was signed giving away all Haeseni territory to Courland, but Marius retained the titles of King of Hanseti and Ruska. He sits alone on a bench in the city, bottle of wine in hand. MARIUS In all of life’s woes, no comfort is found: Let’s speak of crumbled stone and ashen flags, Of hollow armor where knights once adorned. Inscribe sorrow on graves of our fallen. For when we join them, our last wills are read. And yet at our death, what do we pass down? Nothing shall remain but our memory. Our lands, our lives, our homes are all Staunton’s, Nothing left we call our own but demise, And all the shallow graves of distant lands, Which are final rest to our flesh and bones. For God’s sake, let us sit where we so please And share sad stories of the death of kings: How some overthrown or slain in battle, Some cursed by the sins of their father’s deeds, Some poison’d by their queens, or killed by fate. All struck dead whilst wearing the weighty crown, That gilded vice taking the king hostage, Where death awaits and lingers all around, Taunting his state and cursing his first born. Yet life gives him leave to suffer a while, Allowing him time to govern in vain, Entrapping him in duty before death, As if this body were made of stern stuff. When he finally feels safe and secure, Death comes at last to shame his vain conceit. Like a trebuchet in the dark of night, At a moment’s release, bores through his keep, And alas they shall say, “O’ farewell king.” For death is truly our fate’s great master, Mocking our fragile lives at any time. But for now, let me not think of duty, Mandate, ceremony, or tradition, For you have mistaken me all this time. I suffer like you, grieve much, long for hope: How can any of you say I am king? (Marius sips from the bottle, then falls off the bench dead.) FIN

ARCHITECT RECRUITMENT Office of Elia Eryka Colborn [George Percy Jacomb-Hood] 7th of GRONNA AG DROBA VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG ELDERVIK, To all builders of the Realm, whether a veteran or an aspiring one, the Haeseni Guild of Architects is searching for new builders to join its team and continue the development of Haeseni architecture around the Kingdom. As a builder in the ‘Ve Haenzi Randz i Arkietatz’ you become part of a wider team of builders, who work on developing the infrastructure of Haense. As a member of the Architect Guild, you may receive the following benefits: ● Possibility of tax exemption, and mina payments, depending on the construction. ● Builder workshops to teach aspiring architects how to design blueprints. ● The possibility to contribute to the development of Haense. Furthermore, we are looking for individuals to apply for the following positions; Drafter, Exterior Contractor, Interior Designer, Detail Expert, Demolisher Expert. For the description of each position please refer to our previous post outlining the guild and its function. CONTACT: Those interested within said positions should promptly send a letter to the Lady Elia Eryka Colborn regarding an interview. (OOC: bird via mc or forums)

TO THE HORDE A Joint Declaration from the Eastern Almaris Treaty Organization Our patience grows thin Rex Borok. The declaration of you taking the Jindle bandits under your protection was unwise. For a race that proclaims themselves as an honorable people, you aligned yourselves with bandits that are from an age of dishonor and greed. As you allied with the Jindles you proclaimed that they shall not bandit unless given your explicit permission. Not too long ago, you attempted to extort The Kingdom of Norland into paying tribute, breaking your alliance with them. You then banditted, raided and killed the citizens of not only the Kingdom of Balian, but the Kingdoms of Urguan and Haense. We gave you mercy when you disowned these brigands and banished them from your volcanic lands. But this was just a front. Not a stone day ago, scouts returned to the Grand King reporting that the Jindles were actively helping, living and assisting the orcs still, and that they rallied with your warriors when Malinor asked for a meet. Considering you have lost two wars and have been driven to bankruptcy, we would've thought that The Horde would have learned their lesson. It seems clear that you have not. Your failures are known throughout all the lands and we wonder if the citizens of Krugmar ever get tired of dealing with a spineless monarch. These offenses will not go unanswered. In order to avoid the annihilation of The Horde, Rex you must agree to the following. I. Allow the EATO alliance to establish a fort on your lands as well as access to your city to ensure no more wrongdoing occurs. II. Issue a formal apology to the EATO alliance for attacking its citizens and violating its sovereignty. III. Pay a collective sum of 6,000 minas to the EATO alliance for compensation of life lost. You have until the day ends to make your decision. Signed, Grand King of Urguan, Bane of the Orcs, Bane of Philip III HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, John I, by the Grace of GOD, King of Balian, Viscount of Eflen, Baron of Brucca, Lord of Atrus and Monterosa, Prince of the Holy Orenian Empire, and Protector of the Heartlanders, etcetera. His Royal Majesty KARL III by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, and Toruv, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera

[!] A missive would be sent out to the general public of Karosgrad in a dinged parchment. The words would be written carefully in a black ink that stained to the back of the paper. To The Royal Family of Barbanov and whom it may concern, For those who may not know me, my name is Ipera Antionette Ashford de Falstaff. In recent times, I have done many unsavory things, reflecting poorly on my family and Her Highness. Though it is not my place to go into specifics into what happened between the Princess and I, that is for her to publicize how she deems fit, I do wish to issue the sincerest of apologizes. I spoke out of turn, and above my rank, to someone who deserves respect of the highest degree. To Her Royal Highness,I was a provoker, and caused you to lash out. It was not your fault, you were just acting in reaction to my improper actions. You had every right to be emotional and should not be ridiculed by the public for anything you may have said or did to me in this time. I am sorry for pushing you. I do hope that we can work through this and eventually regain the friendship we held when we first met. To His Serene Highness, I should have not spoken the way that I did to you, even if it was in private. It was unsightly of me and I am very grateful that you did not publicize what I did say. I hold our friendship in high regard and I am thankful that that friendship has remained intact. However, I do wish to clarify some misconceptions, I did NOT steal His Serene Highness’s circlet. I removed it from his head and joked around with him, and immediately returned it once he asked for it. The crown never left the palace or His Serene Highness’s sight. This was blown out of proportions by an unnamed source stating that they saw me trying to take it once before, which is false.Through my clarity I do not wish to continue this quarrel however my words are ment to put an end to this more than anything else. Signed, Ipera Antionette Ashford de Falstaff

A self-depiction of one thirteen year old Marcella Georgina Ludovar drawing a bow in the Karosgrad square as she aimed for Wu Kiramira, the man who murdered her father. Lady Marcella Georgina Ludovar had been up late, certainly later than she often was. She walked along the steps of the palace, nose buried in a book like it so often is, this one titled, ‘On Slayersteel’. Even as groups gathered and spoke, friends laughed and played, she preferred that sereneness of getting lost in her book, in another world. So, as the groups departed with the calls to gather, she did not take notice at first. The young girl of thirteen simply continued on, flipping to the next page and marking it by earring the page, a horrible habit she has been meaning to drop. It was then that she took note of the sudden silence. Her gaze shot up, glancing around as the previous crowds had seemed to simply go. Relief first coursed through her, always the terribly shy individual before confusion. Where did they go? It wasn’t until a group of two, speaking quickly as they hurried past, that she realized what was happening. They caught her fathers murderer. Her heart dropped and throat caught, her book snapping shut as she rushed after them without another thought. --- Marcella entered the hall, having arrived late after some others and took a seat at the left within the stands. She took in the face of the man they claimed murdered her father. He looked so young. Could he really have done this? Her hands clasped in her lap, trembling as she watched the ongoing trial, attempting for the calm she practiced with Lord Hamish Kortrevich only a Saints day earlier. But she would find none. Wu Kiramira admitted to his crimes, unrepentant. He spat at the grieving daughter of Lord Pyotr Ludovar as she openly began to cry, unable to hold it together anymore. And the punishment was decreed; A Ludovar will execute him, as was only just. She’d been the only one awake, the only one there. The shy girl of thirteen, who stutters out an apology when someone else bumps into her, tasked with upholding the honor of her family and the justice of her father. Through stuttered words, worse than usual due to the circumstances, she requested to borrow a bow. An arrow, one made earlier in the day through a skill learned by a Firr Guile before he passed on is brought out. --- The crowd gathered within the square. Some shouting, others muttering in confusion having not been there for the trial, others wondering why a mere child is meant to shoot this man. Marcella approached, as Wu Kiramira was tied upon the dais, an archery target right behind his head as if an even more blaring signal was needed. The bow lifted, aurum arrow being swiftly inserted. It drew taut as she aimed. Hands trembled as she loosed the arrow, the knee being struck instead of the intended target of his gut. He cursed and shouted, egging her on, wanting her to finish the deed. Marcella Ludovar dropped the bow like a hot poker, shaking like a leaf. It was then he’d been untied and dragged to the Gorillas cage, the crowd following in their wake. --- A portrait not made public in her attempt at helping her grief, helping her to process what happened, of Gorillas within the cage, standing tall amongst a man so small. Marcella could hardly remember what happened afterwards, as it all felt like a feverish dream. The gorillas tore into the man. Children who watched on winced, cried or cheered. Her veiled head lowered, hands clasping before her waist as she’d flinch at each hit, momentarily wishing her hit landed true and that he died on that dais. The deed was done. The crowd dispersed and a pleading hand lifted to a friend, tearfully requesting to be brought home to her sleeping mother.

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SPECIAL IMPORTS Any of that which can not be found in Almaris, can most likely be specially procured by the skilled tradespeople of the Tianrui Trading Co. Speak to your local company representative today about any special import orders. SHOP LOCATIONS STERLING STREET 3, TALON’S PORT - THE TIANRUI TEAHOUSE Sitting beside beautiful gardens just across the road from the Talon’s Port Tavern and on the same street as the Clinic and Library, Sterling Street 3 houses the esteemed Tianrui Teahouse! Come inside to enjoy family-cooked meals, authentic Li-Ren and Oyashiman cuisine, the finest array of teas, and the warm hospitality of our hosts. MAELSTORM BURROW 1B, TALON’S PORT - HENG-SOE TEA AND HOME Nestled in the homely undercity burrows, one can always find a quaint but welcoming stay in the Heng-Soe Tea and Home in Maelstrom 1B. Featuring a warming hearth in the seating area with a Tianrui Teahouse kitchen close by, Heng-Soe Tea and Home offers all the hospitality of our flagship location with the secluded closeness that only the undercity can have. FREY STREET, ALISGRAD - TIANRUI TEAHOUSE, BATHS, AND MUSEUM Established in the heart of the Norlandic capitol, the Alisgrad Tianrui Teahouse is at the time of publication the largest Tianrui Trading Co. location in Almaris. Positioned directly behind the clinic from the main square with upper levels placing one right in front of the Alisgrad Palace, this teahouse is hard to miss. Featuring a full teahouse and stage on the first floor, sauna and baths on the second floor, and a packed third floor with library, museum, and Jade Rabbit Books bookstore! GALIANI SQUARE 2, FLORENTINE - TIANRUI TRADING CO. GENERAL STORE Just to the right as one enters the idyllic province of Florentine’s main square, the Tianrui Trading Co. General Store offers a variety of goods shipped in from Ai-Zho that the local citizens of Almaris would not otherwise have the opportunity to purchase. If nothing at the general store takes your fancy, the neighboring Illatian establishments are sure to sate any buyer with heavy pockets to empty. MARKET BAZAAR, QAMAR SHEIKDOM - TIANRUI TRADING CO. STALL Finding harbour in the bustling trade port of the Qamar Sheikdom, it is only natural that the Tianrui Trading Co. open a stall and trade avenues in the bustling bazaar. Found on the street passing in front of the tavern right as one would enter by the roads and overlooking the Qalasheen docks, it is a shopping experience to remember. SPONSORED PARTNER COMPANIES THE ALLEY ALEHOUSE - TALON’S PORT Located directly in front and to the left of the gates as one enters Talon’s Port main square, the Alley Alehouse tavern is a staple of any reasonable traveler in search of berth on the roads. Surrounded by the city’s signature cat population, the homely atmosphere of the tavern is sure to set even the most harried of nerves at ease. Contact information: Mr. Emandrial | Caxil HUMMINGBIRD FLOWERS AND TATTOOS - TALON’S PORT A familiar name to the inked locals of Talon’s Port, Hummingbird Flowers and Tattoos offers the best of both services included in its name. Ask any who have been patron to the tattoo services, and they will be sure to proudly show you the artist’s handiwork first-hand. As for any who have received a gift of flowers in the city whether it be between friends, lovers, or laid at graves, it is certain where they were bought at the shop located to one’s right on entering the main square. Contact information: Mr. Kin | AnimeWolf0080 THE QAMAR SHEIKDOM CARAVAN Claiming perhaps the widest variety of goods associated with any one organisation, the Qamar Sheikdom Caravan travels the lands once a year to peddle their wares to the people of Almaris. Comprised of a multitude of skilled merchants and tradespeople, one can find their wares in the Sheikdom’s signature bazaar when the caravan is not abroad. Contact information: Sheikh Shams Ibn Zayd Al-Nabeel | FruitPapaya TWO KEEPERS ONE MUG - ALISGRAD Situated to one’s right as they enter the Alisgrad main square, Two Keepers One Mug is the prominent inn and tavern in the Norlandic capitol. Featuring signature traditional meals and boasting the frequent company of prominent government officials, one is sure to get the full experience of Norland in this tavern. Contact information: Ms. Fiametta Allair | Fleur___ VYKK CO. - ALISGRAD Owning multiple shops in the Alisgrad main square, Vykk Co. offers a multitude of wares to fit near any adventurer’s needs. Ranging from the finest Norlandic steel to specialised alchemical brews, and even a casino in which to spend one’s hard-earned coin. Contact information: King Odin Freysson Ruric | Ichigomaster98 THE BROWN BEAR’S REST - BALIAN With a wide range of food and alcohol on steady rotation, there is always sure to be something new to experience in the Brown Bear’s Rest. Featuring indoor and outdoor seating that places one within a stone’s throw of the market square and the Basilica respectively, this combination inn and tavern is a must to visit on any trip to the city. Contact information: Baron Drako Darkwood | HIGHEST_FIRE VINO E SIGARI DE FALCONE - FLORENTINE Featuring only the finest in Illatian cigars and wines, Vino e Sigari de Falcone is a must-visit in the province of Florentine. Tucked just across the street from the bank, it is an opportune location as one is sure to find themselves returning for more after their first purchases. Contact information: Mr. Cosimo Falcone | Maidenful KORTREVICH KRAFTERS - KAROSGRAD On the main road entering Haense to one’s left as they walk from the main gates, Kortrevich Krafters is one of the many shop fronts that line the bustling business street and main square. What sets this fine establishment apart is their offers of Haeseni hand-crafted goods, farm produce, and alcohol all at premier prices. If the distinguishing traveller finds themselves unsure where to start in the Haeseni capitol, Kortrevich Krafters is the staple stop shop. Contact information: Lady Esmèe Kortrevich | worldeltaii YOUR COMPANY COULD BE HERE! To appear in the next issue of the Tianrui Trading Co. catalogue, contact Tianrui Ren by way of bird to arrange a meeting! We wish to list all of the finest that Almaris has to offer to the distinguished customer.

[ August 15th Monday, 5:30pm-7pm EST ] 10th of Lothar’s Gift in year of our Lord, 19th of B.A/S.A ❀❀❀ “When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want to start the rest of your life as soon as possible.” INTRODUCTION At last, we have the pleasure of announcing the date of their union. They had met within the walls of The Grand Duchy Of Balian, not knowing they’d soon be betrothed to one another. Becoming comfortable with each other, growing to love one another naturally. With that being said, you are hereby invited to attend the holy union between Lady Seraphina Katiana Darkwood and Mister August Bishop II. EVENT ITINARARY TAVERN GAMES Before the wedding, citizens as well as guests may go to the Brown Bears Rest Tavern. Inside the Tavern will be Tavern games hosted by The Baron of Renduzzo, Drako Darkwood. Everyone, and anyone is welcome to join in the games, and festivities! [ August 15th Monday, 5;30pm EST ] AIM FOR THE POLLEN After the Tavern games, everyone will go to the main square Balian, and have an Archery competition. Where citizens and guests will compete, they’ll be timed and try to hit a certain amount of targets in a quick time. Whomever has the quickest time will be rewarded with a prize! REMEMBER THE PETAL A memory game! We’ll arrange a set of items, at the beginning of the festivities displaying them for everyone to see. After Tavern games, we will mix up the items, and whoever can put all the items back in place the order they were in originally will be rewarded with a hefty coin purse! THE WEDDING CEREMONY AND RECEPTION The wedding will take place in the Church, afterwards everyone will return to the square. Where dancing, and drinks will be served to the guests. Where the BRIDE will reveal a gift she’s gotten for the groom. After the reception that shall conclude the wedding. [ August 15th Monday, 7pm EST ] FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO; His Holiness, Tylos III, High Pontiff of the Church of Canon His Highness, John I, Grand Duke of Balian and his citizens His Royal Majesty, Karl III Barbanov, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his citizenry His Majesty, Bakir Ireheart, Grand King of Urguan and his citizenry His Highness, Cesar I de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia and his Citizenry The Right Honorable, Sir Rev Vuiller, Count of Aquilae and his pedigree The Most Honorable, Viscount of Marsana, Viktor Ruthern and his pedigree His Excellency, Drako Darkwood, Baron of Renduzzo and his pedigree The Honorable, Chloe De Rosius, Baroness of Valens and her pedigree The Honorable, Catherine Huntshill, Viscountess of Anatis and her pedigree His Excellency, Peter D’Arkent, Baron of Turin and his pedigree His Lordship, Adrian Colborn, Baron of Bethlenen and his Pedigree Firr, Ariovistan Bishop, Patriarch of House Bishop and his pedigree And all other citizens of Almaris Signed, The Rose of Darkwood, Lady Seraphina Katiana Darkwood "One must live, and die by his own sword." Viendum est et suo gladio moriendum. Firr August Bishop II, of House Bishop "Forever Standing"

A Letter of The Past [!] Amelia sitting at her window, reading a letter she never sent. Sitting down in her lounge chair, Amelia put on her reading glasses as she placed a stack of papers into her lap. Ever since she moved Amelia has tried clearing out items that have no use to her. “Recipes, ein list of fabrics, ein list of dyes,” She rattled off, making two piles of papers. “Ein unfinished drawing… several unfinished drawings. Ein tax break, notes…” Amelia sighed as she lifted up her glasses to pinch at the bridge of her nose. It has been an hour and finally she has made it to the final paper. Looking down she sees that it is an envelope, and sealed with her family’s crest. Opening it she pursed her lips at the name written with love. ‘Dear Fitz, It has been years since you have left me, and several less since I have left Elysium. I’ve come to agree with myself that being in Elysium reminds me too much of you, too much of what we had built up only for it to come crashing down. I missed the man you were, we were going to get married, a whole ceremony that I had already made a dress for. But now the dress grows with layers of dust, untouched since I had once shown you. Haense was once my home as a child, and it is again. I live in a small house, just enough for me and maybe another. Though I know my child will not be joining me, nor you, I still wait near the door for the day. I have my simple lifestyle, restocking shelves of books and quills, buying ingredients, and making my meals. There Are days where I just write letters, much like this one, begging you to remember me and to come back for me. But much like the others this one will be burned in my fireplace. That is my fear, or rather my issue, I’m stuck in the past we made and the future I so built up for you and for myself. But I have to move on, even though I vowed to never forget you and to never move on. But what are my vows if they were never received under the rite of marriage? Maybe one day I will send a letter, one more calm and still full of that young love I had. I missed you. Sincerely, Amelia Guenevere Mondblume’ Amelia looked over her signature again, then towards the name at the top. The silence that surrounded her was deafening, not even the crackle of the fireplace seemed to make noise. Not until she released a breath, her entire being relaxed. “Ich was young und stupidly in love. Ich am glad Ich moved on…” Her thumb rubbed over the name ‘Fitz’ a few times, it blurring out under her skin. Slowly she stood up, folding the paper and placing it back into its envelope. As she looked at the broken wax seal she sighed and threw the paper into the fireplace, watching as the letter burned up and turned into ashes. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, ich hope du rested und found love.”

THE LAST GOODBYE FINDING RESOLVE AND RESOLUTION This is written from the perspective of someone broken by emotion and escaping into their own mind to find solace in face of the reality of the world. It might be triggering to some audiences and elicit emotion in those who have gone through a similar set of experiences. As someone who has gone through plenty in my life, I hope to depict a tale of overcoming adversity rather than being imprisoned by it. Nonetheless, this is a fair warning to those that would rather not be reminded of such times. The City of Crows was a place usually filled with liveliness. But inside a small estate set by the wayside of the Karosgrad Colosseum emanated an unusual stillness. From the very moment one approached the door a lingering sense of sadness was felt. There was only pain now. Where the spacious home had once been filled with laughter, joy and active children, there was only this silence, this omnipresent feeling of death. Were it not for the whipping of family banners from the wind and the rattling of the tugging lantern chains, one might think it abandoned. In truth, it was far from so instead those inside were no longer fully grounded on this earth. But for now, the living room only held one figure whose gaze did not wander; that gaze was settled, settled forwards and staring off somewhere distant. Beneath those lost eyes, the elderly man’s beard had grown dishevelled from a lack of care and his mopish hair, which clung to his cheek and even laid strands across his gaze. The Patriarch of House Colborn was listless and all strength had long since left him, his greyed hues which so often held warmth were empty, filled only with a void of vitality, lacking in life and any sense of emotion else than hopelessness. Was this oblivion? To be cursed with a rarely seen long-lived star who others envied, only to watch those beloved part from this world, to be burdened with pain, again and again, assaulted by quandary after quandary. Was this life? To bring about and birth endless treasures only for them to be taken before one has a chance to appreciate them in their fullest value. To experience things that stab wounds to one very soul that not even prayer can heal, that cannot be mended by magic. Was this fate? To work until one's bones were brittle and one's hand could barely rise properly, only to be punished and put in one's place, to be reminded of the woes of the world and to be pained by twisted reality. A burst of hoarse croaking laughter escaped the elderly man’s throat as if a thousand grains of sand sliding against each other, his throat more parched than a man wandering the desert, as if water couldn’t sate him anymore. With each set of sounds, his throat twisted in pain, eventually leading to a series of coughs, and only a few more pained croaks as if he had swallowed a fly followed. There was a ringing in his ear which had yet to disappear since he had heard the news, that dreadful set of news. Whenever he tried to remember it was like an onset of fog clung to his very mind. What have I forgotten? What was it I’m trying to remember? His mind could not sustain this line of inquiry for long before the fog overwhelmed him again, eliciting another series of wind whistling through his throat, barely able to be called a chuckle, more if anything as if the soul was attempting to leave his body. In his blurry vision which grew darker with each coming moment he could see two figures, two adult men who spoke in the room before him, he could almost hear their voices now. Yes, almost. He was trying his best to make out those voices. The blonde-haired man and his opposite who wore a well-trimmed dark mane walked about the room, two opposites. Why can’t I remember their names? In the chair sitting across from where the disheveled man had sunk into the sofa was a figure he was far too familiar with, the third one present. It was from this man a much deeper and stern voice carried forth. “How long will you do this to yourself?” Adrian’s eyes were still staring in the direction of the two younger images who were silently laughing in the distance as if still alive, a distant memory of better days. The only thought lingering in his mind was why couldn’t he hear them. Breaking his line of thought was the sound of someone clicking their tongue, far too familiar. It caught his attention as it continued in its deeper tone “How long Adrian?” With his name being called he caught himself and as if echoing the thoughts of the person sitting across from him he asked himself. How long has it been? With each moment after the miasma which covered up his thoughts slowly loosened, each eliciting a thought. How long have I been sitting here? Before he could ask himself the next question he heard again that voice, the voice of his father. “Would you rather trick yourself until you are your own prisoner, guard and executioner? And what for? To live out a fantasy of what once was, of what cannot be any longer even if you so dreadfully wish it to?” gruffed the voice, one strained from many years of pipesmoking. He could almost smell the tobacco waft off of his father’s breath, strong and overwhelming. “Will you not return to them?” came the next sentence which echoed now through the elder’s mind. With what had clung across his mind and left it clueless slowly clearing, so did the vision around him, the brightly lit room full of warmth, with its two presences slowly breaking and giving way to an empty home, dark and empty. The fireplace held not even embers and brought no warmth to the cold which filled up the place. “Return to them? Who will I return to? What do I have left to do?” He asked himself while looking to the window which reflected in it a gaunt and harrowing face, his boney cheeks most prominent. His hands which had lay slack slowly making for it, twig-like fingers lanky and absent of warmth, clinging as best they could to a feverishly sweaty forehead. Next to him on the sofa sat Anabel with a tray that held a set of steaming soup bowls, her hands scarred with half-bandaged cuts from her labor. “Find your resolve my son. . . find it as you once did in your youth and bring about the change you want to see in this world. I know you are capable of it.” So came the last words before the elder returned fully to reality as he was jolted by a warm hand, which reached out and caressed his sunken cheek. He barely managed the words through parched lips. It came out in rasps. “My child. . . how long have I…?” With the fog gone now, he knew he’d been through a cyclical process - this wasn’t the first, more so the third or fourth and Anabel had been by his side through it all - his far too kind granddaughter - they all were the treasures of his long-gone Gwyn and what she had wished for the most. That was what made all of this so difficult, with each of their deaths a part of her died with them, a part of her he could never reclaim nor hold to him tight. With each pressing thought, small beads slowly rolled down his cheeks, staining the warmth which covered his right side. Her expression was weary and helpless as she was already not good with people as it was. But even the face of his granddaughter which seldom held much but shyness was covered in worry. With a voice like the soft midsummer gale that carried forth words. “A few hours, I had to reheat the soup twice.” She intoned the last perhaps more in an attempt to hide her worry. But she clearly wasn’t willing to divulge exactly how long it had been. “S-So long?” “That long, yes,” she answered. With the warmth leaving his cheek, his watery eyes drifted down to an extended bowl, held by a caring hand. As his hands gripped around the shape and found long heat he sank in a spoon and ate a mouthful of soup. To his surprise, it tasted better than anything he’d ever eaten, not because of the flavor, but rather because of the hands who had toiled to make it. “Baldram helped, even he seemed to realize what state you’ve been in. . . since.” She caught herself and became numb, her body rigid. He would have let loose a boisterous chuckle in moments like these in the past yet he didn’t find it right to do so, nor was he able. With all he could, he finished off the bowl after an extended period of time sat in relative silence. Though Anabel still remained by his side through it all with fidgeting hands and stirring the cushions of the sofa ever so often. “I’ve sat still for far too long.” Came a voice that had recovered some from having been wet with a meal and his appetite filled. “They say a blade will lose its sharpness if not used, but a trained blade never goes fully dull, ha.” He let out a very short laugh as he monologued a little for the first time in days, weeks even. Putting the bowl down on the tray and extending a thank you to his granddaughter he pushed off of the sofa and came to a stand, making way for his study. While making his way up the stairs brief flashes of what had put him in his state came over him. He had held onto the lifeless body of his grandson Godric with a grip so strong it had split nails and broken a finger. The man’s leg had been as best as possible sown back to where it had been cut off so that he might be whole for a funeral. Thunk, thunk with each step upwards carried another memory. He had wailed his eyes out until red and baggy, his very body broken, wracked with emotion - as if gripping onto any last memory he could of his precious descendant - the heart of his heart and gem to his eye - priceless to him each branch that made up the Colborn tree. Thunk, thunk it continued. He had returned to a home abandoned by Godric’s daughter and his eldest son drinking away his woes, the little one closing himself off from the world. They each sought their own ways to escape from reality and to close themselves off from accepting what it all meant. He had sunk into the sofa then in a moment of helplessness, in a moment of delirium, stuck there as if piecing together a time before all of this had happened and bringing it into reality. He was a craftsman since birth and adventurer by choice, but no tool could fashion him a replacement, no vision or dream could replace what he had lost, and no amount of travel could find his grandson. Thunk, thunk he finally came to a stop at the top of the stairs in front of an oaken door. With a rattle of keys, he slid a key forward and cranked the path open to his study. “I will be the change I wish to see in this world, my fate my own, my journey one of my own making.” He muttered a promise he had made to himself many years before when he had told his father after the tragic passing of his mother, that he wished to return to their homeland, to Haense. His father having seemingly expected as much handed him a bag and retinue, to offer him safe passage. “Your journey will be difficult, there will be times when you wish you hadn’t taken this path and instead taken the easy way out. Will you still travel down this thorny road knowing so?” As if responding to that distant past he whispered beneath his breath, when coming upon his armour and sword. “Now and forever, for inaction is the death of Man and sloth is the downfall of his Kingdom. I will carry forward my virtues and bring upon them my beliefs, my hopes, my dreams.” With newfound resolve he donned himself fully as he had done in times past, slinking his blade into its scabbard - sister to Aeternus. In its shimmering reflection, he saw his sharp gaze which carried with it the strength of his youth before fully sheathed. The blade had been maintained with great discipline as he had been taught to, perhaps he had forgotten to maintain himself - but he wouldn’t forget how - he would forge of himself a new blade that would shine brightly. When he finally came down the stairs with the sounds of his heavy steps following him, strained by his aged body which might give out any moment, he saw at the door his Burgrave Rudolf Vyronov - ready and waiting. He was the diligent sort and a truly loyal retainer, as his ancestors were likewise, once and now again bannermen of his family and bonded brothers. “Have I kept you waiting?” He shot back with a grin that finally graced his features. “Not at all Bossir, I have readied your horse and stand ready for your orders.” The Vyronov stepped forward and hung a cloak around Adrian’s pauldrons, clicking them in place. “Let this old man ask you something Rudolf, not as your liege, but as an elder.” He stated while opening the door to the fresh wintry wind outside, blowing into the home, as well as showing the black steed stationed outside. Turning back for a moment he spoke the all too familiar words. “Your journey will be difficult, there will be times when you wish you hadn’t taken this path and instead taken the easy way out. Will you still travel down this thorny road knowing so?” The younger Vyronov looked at Adrian with no uncertainty and flashed a small cheeky smile that he so often hid behind his well-mannered exterior. “Where you go I follow, where you ride I travel and where you die I shall draw my last - now and forever.” Adrian couldn’t help himself from letting out a chuckle. “Well said. If I was cursed with a long life it seems I was likewise blessed with good company and companions, you never disappoint my Burgrave.” The Vyronov held in his head thoughts of the Elder that he might not realize, for to him, he was more than his liege. No, it was fair to say they were family and he had guided him like a father, and he wouldn’t forget it. Whipping up a storm the two set off for a Haeseni Monastery where the holiest man of all lay in a coma. When let into its hallow chambers the elder kneeled down at the head of the Pontiff’s bed, speaking softly, he recited passages from the Scroll of Auspice. “Bear witness to this prophecy of Sigismund, of the line of Joren, revealed in his last days as he gaze into the Face of God. Attend, brothers, and record my revelation: Behold, and the shadow of GOD is cast thrice upon the land, and thrice the light of instruction is obscured, and men tread the sea in its wake. Now Iblees is rising from the Void. And his chains are augmented, and they are become two wyrms, one beautiful and one terrible. The world is given over to them. The first wyrm is Vargengotz, and he goes forth to conquer and to rule. His six heads bear six crowns, which are the great kingdoms of the world, and he lets no evil be spoken of him. His body is black iron and his wings are dark smoke. The banners of the world are struck down before him, and the sky and mountains are his conquests. And Vargentgotz calls forth three deceivers in the guise of messengers, with wings of cold fire. They are called Justice, Glory, and Reward.” Scroll of Auspice 1:1-9 “The Evil Heart of Iblees rears its ugly head. In my moments of wavering strength, it has taken two of my descendants from me, brought to the Seven Skies before their time. When the deceiver of Justice came to us in the image of St. Karl. His words were not of Justice but in its stead wrath misguided. When those present were fooled I was not swayed, nor did I listen. Holding in my heart the Holy Scrolls to which I leave my trust in.” With more intonation he spoke yet again, lowering his head further towards the ground as if beginning to bow - bowing to God. “Then I found in my land a woman strung upon a cross, perverting the holy. Below she was written in my people's tongue an idiom dear to my heart that only daemons could whisper or know, but I did not waver. When the man of many faces appeared before us I knew it was the deceiver of Glory, and so I swallowed my pride, revealing to the Knights and Acre my failure, trusting in the sacred.” When his palms finally touched the ground he came to a full kowtow, his head touching the floor. “Thus came the last deceiver of Reward before us in the shape of Sigismund III purporting to represent the will of the Golden and the wealth of his legacy, but in him, I found none but Avarice, and so my faith was tested yet I did not waver.” Remaining as he was with tears straining at the corners of his eyes only held back by his own will he spoke in a shout for the first time since Godric’s death. “I will have NO DEBTS LEFT UNPAID during my watch, their evil will be returned threefold, each a mortal blow to their cohorts for the sins against my heart and soul!” “NO EVIL LEFT UNPUNISHED on my watch for my hand will strike that which corrupts the land and the heart of Man, a vessel to the holy, may I take up my sword to strike them down in His name!” “This will be MY LAST GOODBYE to Him, for the forces of Iblees shall be vanquished and their influence freed from the earth at last. A Crimson Inquisition to guide us on such a path towards salvation!” With his last words echoing within the bed chambers it seemed to stir something in the Pontiff as his fingers slowly curled, slowly waking, slowly returning to his flock. Only time would tell if the Elder would have his answer, but he was ready to wait, wait as long as need be. For no man or woman to feel what he had felt, helplessness ever-permeating, pieces of their heart ripped from them. “Holy is thy cross and holy is thy word, crimson is thy punishment.”

Thoughts During A Cold Dance [!] Brigitte dancing on the roof dance floor as it snows. As the snow fell around Brigitte, she couldn’t help but wonder how her fall would be. Would it be graceful like a snowflake? Or would it fall harshly like hail? Her eyes closed as she pinched at the skirt of her dress, picking it up slightly as she began to dance. Snowflakes moved away from her as she spun gracefully, only a few touching her skin. Not once has Brigitte fallen in love, ignoring what made her heartbeat in turn for the practice of ballet. Something she could practice and succeed at, no unknown moves from a dance partner. Her shoulders relaxed as she made for a grand leap, raising her right hand momentarily to the moon before she landed with a spin. The light frost highlighted her hair, and the lanterns made it seem like she was glowing. The unknown, maybe that is what Brigitte was afraid of. Not knowing the next move, how things would play out. Maybe that is why she had given up on her dream to be a Knight. The gentle sound of a piano and a violin came to her ears, whether it be real or rather just her mind, she smiled at it. Hand held out to the absence of a partner, she spun into the arms of no one leaning back just far enough before pulling forward into another leap. Brigitte would have shook her head at her child self. Why did she want to be a Knight so badly? She had not been taught how to wield a sword, much less a bow. Maybe it was because of her father, and her grandfather before her. The moon shone brighter as the snow fell to a halt, acting like the spotlight on the lone dancer. She took small steps forward before kicking up the snow, letting it flutter through the air. Violin and piano mixed to create a rising melody, before-... She never felt like she could do good by their names, or by their roles. Though women throughout history have proven those around them wrong, she didn’t feel like she was enough to be one of them. So she picked up dancing, something that was petite and delicate. Something soft that was for her to learn and be molded into. Brigitte fell to the floor in a harsh crash. Her foot was not far enough in front of her leading her to slip to the floor. Her eyes looked around her, silence ensued as she took in breaths. No one saw her fail, no one saw her mistake. She was to be molded into her own perfect creation.

THE PITIFUL DISPUTE The Shotus Of Fools Written by Yves Michael of Aeldin Penned on the 28th of Malin’s Welcome, In the year of 1883 The Queen of Wonderland (1803) To my cousins and relatives to the North and South. I not only plead but demand you both stop this dispute. The Lady of the South should know to keep her mouth shut. She brings shame to our name and drags it through the dirt for exposing any showcase of hate or bitterness to another member, especially a former matriarch of the family. You not only bring shame to expose any showcase of weakness, but you also cause trouble and division within the Rosius Dynasty. I would have expected the Baroness of the South to act with more dignity and common sense before thinking to write anything of the sort Then to the Lady of the North, I scold you as well. Not for defending your own mother, the late Baroness Hera de Rosius. But for also bringing this dispute and scandal into the light of the public even more than our Cousin. Our dynasty was kept together and strong this long. For not who was more in the right, but knowing that working together will bring glory and honor. Valent, Otis, and Philip. Worked together to keep our dynasty strong and mighty, working hard not only to get their own recognition by being a holy knight or a political savvy statesman, but to allow their descendants to thrive under their fruits of labor. I know my words are harsh. But this action, this minor action to some. Is shameful and plainly idiotic. The anger which flowed through my veins when I saw these two articles, public articles, given by my poor elderly butler who was exposed to my ill behavior after seeing my reaction. I might as well have had a heart attack, as this just made my mind go into a state of fury, my brows furrowing as I scream and throw the articles into the flames in a fit of rage and anger. I only felt shame and sorrow after my outbursts of despair and wrath. As not only had I felt betrayed by seeing this but also injury for this showcase of weakness from both parties. Injured or not. I say this, stop this dispute immediately. Make amends publicly and never speak of this matter again or face the consequences of your actions. Do you wish for our family to be like the Rutherns? They literally were torn apart because of these types of actions. Do you wish for our family to be like the families divided in the War of Two Emperors? Cousin against Cousin, Mother against Daughter, and Father against Son? You two sicken me with these foolish games, actions which could have easily been thought over. But you let your own personal judgment dictate your actions, which historically never worked for any leader. Look at the entirety of Johannesburg. Destroyed because a mad Johannian Emperor would rather not let his brittle throne and deteriorating capital be taken over then to live and allow his legacy be remembered as just a failure, instead he is known as a mad, sinnful, and selfish Emperor. You both give me two choices, either hope you two amend for your mistakes and we all simply pass over this hiccup or I denounce you both and never speak with either branch of the family again. I am more convinced to do the second option but I am a merciful and kind relative who would rather see my family be more united than torn and broken. I hope the two of you sway me to pick the first option as I had only recently come to Alamaris and to settle within the Johannian Princes and Lords of the Horenic Dynasty within Sedan and do not wish to completely shut off my own blood from any forum of communication. DIEU AVEC NOUS, The Lord de Rosius Yves Michael of Aeldin

-=Call to Arms=- As the birds flew from the towers of Karosgrad, calling upon the Crown’s most loyal followers, one found its way to a small farmstead just south of the city. A young Gwaine Porter, son of the renowned Ser Jackson ‘the Resolute’ Porter picked up the note, sealed with the wax sigil of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. The man cracked open the sealed note and began to read its contents. After reading the troubling news he sighed, looking over to his father’s claymore hung upon the wall, before nodding slowly. “Bound by duty.” He mumbled whilst walking over to the feared blade, knowing of what he must do. He meandered outside his cozy homestead gifted to him by the Koeng himself, slipping a hand into his pocket and retrieving a Barclay branded cigarette, and placed it upon his lips before lighting it from a small match. He exhaled a plume of smoke into the cold air and looked across the water, watching the ceaseless waves lap against the snowy shore. Before long, he finished his final comfort, stamped out the flames of the tobacco into the soil, and made his way to the storeroom. He dusted off his black-and-gold-trimmed Haeseni mail, and began the march through the snow-capped woods as the sun drew long, and cast his stretching shadow across the ground. As he walked, as the wind whistled through the pine trees, he heard his father’s voice in the back of his head. “A Porter will always heed the call.” “A Porter will fight to his last breath.” “A Porter will honor his vows.” “A Porter's sword is always pledged to the Royalty of Haense.” As the thoughts rattled in his mind, he pondered whether he could even begin to live up to his father’s name and legacy, the sheer noble deeds of his father before him only making Gwaine's path more prestigious to follow. As he approached the gate, a guard flagged him to a halt. “Who goes there, friend or foe, nation and affiliations!” The man bellowed coated in Haeseni Armor. “Gwaine Porter, son of Ser Jackson Porter the Resolute!” Gwaine would reply confident his answer may grant him access to the city. With a slight awkward shuffle the Guardsmen recognised the name, House Porter. He raised the gates. “The Koeng awaits you, friend.” He mentions as Gwaine wanders past, the dark streets begin to light up with the cracking of dawn, the cold air still enveloping the land around him. Gwaine found himself in a form of nostalgia as he walked the ancient streets of Haense, as his father once had, walking toward the grand palace, nodding to the Guardsmen upon entry. He would follow the route that he had always known straight to the Koeng’s office. “My Koeng.” He spoke calmly to the man before him, The Koeng stood over a table dotted with locations and strategic positions. He looked up slowly. “Gwaine, I am glad you are here… Let’s get to work.” The door slowly closed behind the pair as they began to plot, the crows caw at the breaking of warmth in the weather, and Gwaine as his father had before him, answered the call to arms; for the rights of Haense, and her people, fearless at the utmost possibility that he would meet his end.

[!] A notice from Excitor would have been nailed to varying areas about Karosgrad and allied nations. ▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩ Upon the recent announcement from the palace, on tutoring, I have decided to host a series of interviews so as to ascertain a tutor for my children that fit my requirements. With this in mind, as the Matriarch of House Bishop, I am seeking a tutor to teach my children and the next generation of the Bishop household. Pay will be discussed upon meeting, alongside what your qualifications may be. The ability to be a live-in tutor is an option, though it will not be enforced if you have your own residence. ▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩▩ Signed, Lady Anna von Amador Karolina Bishop, Matriarch of the Bishop Household.

B.S.K NOTICE & ALL YE HAESENI CITIZENS ________________________________________________ (OOC: Such Noticeboard maye be found pinned across the streets of Haense) DEARE Citizens of Haense and Members of the Crown's Proud Brotherhood of St. Karl, It gives me great pleasure to announce a Joint-B.S.K and Colborn organised Beer Night and Brawl at the Old Stout Crowe Tavern. This is a chance to Drink and converse with Friends and Strangers, lift your mood, and partake in a jolly good fistfight supervised by the B.S.K. For the right honourable individuals less interested in a round of fisticuffs, ye shall have time to tell and listen to stories from many an individual, playe tavern games, and p'rhaps trade and make connections with people! There's plenty to go around! So do not forget to attend, and bring your friends for a spiffing time! (OOC: Event will take place in the Old Stout Crow Tavern in Haense at 3pm EST on Wednesday 29th of June, 2022 - Hopefully to be repeated :)) Signed Cordially,