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THE AURVELDT SPRING HUNT A painting of a previous ball sits at the top of the missive. Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, Viscount Isaak Amador and Viscountess Eleanora Helaine Amador are pleased to announce the Aurveldt Spring Hunt in celebration of Their Majesties, King Sigismund III and Queen Emma Karenina’s tour of our beloved kingdom. While a hunt for the finest boar of Hanseti-Ruska takes place, led by the King and Viscount Amador, Viscountess Amador will hold a tea for the gentlewomen in the gardens of Aurveldt. Guests are encouraged to bring their hounds to the event. Afterwards, the successful catches from the hunt will be butchered and served to the guests. INVITATIONS WOULD BE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: His Royal Majesty, Sigismund III, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his noble pedigree His Grace, Ruslan Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree His Grace, Ailred var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Jan Kortrevich, Count of Jerovitz and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Johann Barclay, Count of Reinmar and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Robert Ludovar, Baron of Otistadt and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Yvo Mondblume, Baron of Richtenburg and his noble pedigree His Royal Highness, Otto Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree SIGNED, The Honorable, Isaak Amador, Viscount of Aurveldt, Baron of Mondstadt The Honorable, Eleanora Helaine Amador, Viscountess-Consort of Aurveldt, Baroness-Consort of Mondstadt, Lady Chamberlain of Nikirala Prikaz [OOC: To be held on Thursday, September 30th at 4:30 PM EST/9:30 PM GMT]

Simply how to be happy: Step 1: stop playing LOTC Step 2: do anything else, take a bike ride somewhere or boot up that old videogame you haven't touched in a while Hope this helps :D

The Northwind Post Year 36 of the Second Age --------------------------------------- The Pact of Ash and Scorpions A peace treaty was issued on the 2nd of the Amber Cold, 25 S.A. This treaty was between Norland and Krugmar, to not only be at peace, but to aid in wartime, allow free trade, and to respect borders. This treaty will allow those of Norland and Krugmar to have a better relationship, and better two nations in Almaris. The Pact of Ash and Stone A peace treaty and non-aggression pact was issued this past year, between Urguan and Norland. This agreement states that the Kingdoms should both avoid conflict, as well as enter into free trade. As long as laws are followed by citizens of both nations, there will be no tax or harassment, and the Kingdoms avoid conflict both with each other, but also with anyone who may put them at odds, the pact will be beneficial to both Kingdoms. Tournament in Elysium A tournament was held in Elysium, in the White Bear Tavern. Many showed up to fight for the Ruby Estrella championship belt. The Ruby Estrella is a star of which only comes every 100 years, a red star, that which many say, champions are born under its shine. Marshall in Norland Many are confused at recent events, not only with where the Rangers and Northguard are left, but with a lack of leadership in a Marshall. We can only hope, we will find one soon, to better all of Norland. Ferrymen Battle Raid threats have been consistent, but the Rangers and Northguard have got it covered. This past year, during the First Seed, as well as earlier in the year, there were threats of raids in Elysium. Those in the Northguard and Rangers, went to the gates, making sure women and children were safe, to take care of the Ferrymen. The Ferrymen retreated, after arguments at the tavern in Elysium. Skannari A battle was fought between the Skannari and Norland, leaving Norland victorious. However long the battle dragged on, there is sure to be another fight from the Skannari, as they do not easily accept defeat. In other news The First Agnethe Chess Tournament is being held by Daihbidh Sutharlainn, the chairman of Sutherland Corporation, which has branches around Almaris including Elysium and Varhelm. The match has many great players, but only one can be the winner. Contact Sutharlainn if you are interested in watching the matches. Varhelm still has plenty of houses available! If you are interested, talk to a Steward today! The Northguard is still recruiting. Talk to a Northguard today to join! If you have anything to add, please contact Rebeka la Waevra. ~ Rebeka la Waevra

Signum Sanctae Collectio Cruces Sanctus Collection of Holy Symbols Holy Crosses Father Casper, Priest of Providentia, Canon Judge of the Tribunal There are many a Holy Symbol within The Church of The Canon, Our Holy Mother Church. In this work there will be a focus on Holy Crosses. There are different types of Holy Crosses, some are used more than others in different cultural areas and realms of the world; some crosses might only be used in specific areas, while others are used all throughout the Canon realms and nations. The purpose of the Holy Cross is written in Canon Law under Title V. Sacred Places and Objects, Chapter 9. The Cross, and is as follows: §1. The purpose of the Holy Cross is to symbolize the faith through correspondence to the cosmology of the Seven Skies, the World, and the Void. The guidelines for how a Holy Cross is formed and depicted, and how to recognize them, is also found written in Canon Law under the same Title and Chapter as above, and is as follows: §2. The form of the Holy Cross is a one-barred, two-barred, three-barred, or four-barred cross. Here will be listed the Holy Crosses that are most commonly used by the Canon flock, its Shepherds and Orders. One-Barred Holy Cross Variants The Cross of Horen This Holy Cross is among the most commonly used Holy Crosses throughout the Canon realms. The circle around the intersection of the bars represents God's oneness. It is often seen worn around the necks of clerics, but is also worn by common people of the Canon flock. The Supreme Order of Ex. Owyn uses this type of Holy Cross as well. The Teutonic Cross, The Rhodesian Cross and Owyn’s Cross These Holy Crosses are one-barred crosses, much like the regular one-barred cross, but having all bars the same length. The Teutonic Cross is often used by the Teutonic Order, The Rhodesian Cross is often used by the monastic Order of Saint Catherine, and Owyn’s Cross is often used by the Supreme Order of Ex. Owyn. Multiple-Barred Holy Cross Variants The Lorraine Cross This Holy Cross is also among the most commonly used Holy Crosses. Being two-barred it stands out from the regular one-barred crosses. The Lorraine Cross is used by many a cleric and clergyman as well as The Order of Saint Catherine. The Three-Barred Holy Cross This Holy Cross is a rather unusual one, consisting of three bars instead of the regular one or two. The Husariyan/Ruskan Cross This Holy Cross has a unique design and is mostly used by the people of the Kingdom of Haense, as well as the people of the Grand Duchy of Vasiyeva. Concluding Notes There may be Holy Crosses and Symbols not included in this work. Note that this work is a collection of the most commonly used Holy Crosses, as previously mentioned.

The Northwind Post Year 35 of the Second Age ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Undead in Elysium After a quick chat with the Lord Purifier, he revealed there was a spectral being that came into Elysium. It was only noticed due to the aurum across the gate. Rangers called upon the Purifiers and Orin took care of the spectral being, with the Lord Purifier and an aurum net. The creature's intentions were not clear, but there is bound to be speculation. The creature was purified, and thankfully no one was harmed. Marshal Attacked While on duty at the gatehouse Marshall Uruan was attacked by a ranger named Nym. His left ear was bitten off. The High Keeper held a trial at which Nym was punished for her actions against the Marshall. A small dwarf service was held for the ear which was subsequently buried. Military Meeting A meeting will be taking place this Stone Sunday between the King, The head of the NorthGuard and the Head rangers in an attempt to quench disputes and arguments that have occurred. Under the new Marshals reign the Rangers have had a difficult time figuring out their place in the military. Hopefully this meeting will clear things up for those in the military, and the citizens in need of protection. Threats Against the High Keeper A man came into Norland, during the Deep Cold, and was looking for Alisa Camian. Shouts were heard and fighting, due to this man, a Canonist, threatening to kill the High Keeper for her “sins”. He was slain, but it begs the question of why a Canonist would try to fight Norlanders alone, and is there more to this than just a religious battle. Skanarri Problems Norlanders went to go meet Chieftain Argos to discuss a peace treaty, and were ambushed by Skanarri who betrayed and killed Argos, and greatly wounded King Vane, Marshal Uruan Stormheart and several other members of the NorthGuard. They also captured Aylin De Astrea, the Heir to Elysium. Eventually the Skanarri were run off as reinforcements arrived. There have been attempts to rescue Alyin De Astrea, and after a Rangers Rescue Mission there was success. Aylin de Astrea returned to Elysium for medical treatment for her injuries. Brighter News Varhelm housing is still available. There are plenty of great houses available, and cheap too. 20 mina per year, a great deal, for the cheapest housing. The Ashwood tavern in Varhelm is hiring, and is constantly busy. Come on down for a drink. The Northguard is recruiting, and would love people to join them. Talk to Marshal Uruan Stormheart to join. The weather in Norland is cold in the upcoming weeks. Snow is forecasted for the next few weeks. Expect tremors in the North, something is happening recently in Almaris. Please act with caution in event of a quake. If anyone has anything they would like to add, please contact Rebeka la Waevra. ~ Rebeka la Waevra

The Northwind Post Year 34 of the Second Age -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A sad day for Norland, The passing of the King The Funeral of King Sven Edvardsson II was during the Friday Seed of 34 S.A. An amazing service, the pyre burned, as all of Norland’s citizens gathered to say goodbye. May the Allfather bless us all, in these times of mourning. A light at the end of the tunnel The Kingsmoot was held this past year. Truly an interesting event, many gathered and announced nominees for the new King. Once Votes were cast, a new King was called, Vane Freysson. We appreciate Vane, and are hopeful for him in his new position. The 2nd Hearth Forum. 34 S.A. 8th of the Grand Harvest There was discussion of many forms during this Forum, including information on The Long Dark and On Spreading the Flame. The Coronation of the New King Vane Freysson took the responsibilities of King during the Sun’s Smile 34 S.A. High Keeper Alisa Camian was present, conducting the Coronation, and crowning Vane. Vane promised to take responsibility for all of Norland, to uphold laws, and ensure spiritual wellness under guidance of the AllFather. Congratulations to King Vane. Iron from Ice! Many welcomed changes coming to Norland with the NorthGuard, and more. Stay tuned. In other Norland News Wedding The Wedding of Edric Vildr & Herilissa Seillean O’Hara. A beautiful wedding, we congratulate the couple on this new bond. Loss Hanelore O’Hara de Astrea was a blessed soul and her loss a year ago is devastating for those who knew her. May she rest easy now, in the lands of the Father. Ferrymen and Bandits Ferrymen have been blocking the roads. Those traveling to and from Norland are encouraged to not bring valuables with them, and if possible to avoid the road to Elysium. There are steps being taken to punish those causing problems for villagers. Bandits were spotted outside of Elysium the other day, those traveling are told to be wary and if possible, travel in groups. If anyone has anything they would like in the post please contact Rebeka la Waevra. Thank you for reading, Join us next year. ~Rebeka la Waevra

You cant run from your sins. = + = Flavius Xolol, a freshfoot, from traveling to many cities and meeting many people to becoming something he couldn't escape. Flavius loved to explore new places and met extremely nice people. As a young guy he was alone, his old man... a humble farmer died of sickness and the young guy would venture out to a world he'd never imagine. Flavius settled in The beautiful city of Talon's Port. Now known as Vortice He collected many memories with his friends in the north, the forest, and the keep he lived in for sometime. Feeling distressed about his home and his colleagues's internal issues. Flavius was forced to make a choice... The poor human, greatly influenced by his own desperate need for adrenaline and action, chose the side of the aggressors. Talon's port received many attacks from his colleagues which in many ways hurt him. After returning to Vortice one night. He'd realize Talon's port was not the same as he left it as. His friends now gone... his home now replaced. but what truly crushed him, was the constant suppression of his feelings that haunted him for sleepless nights. One day the young human, who once believed in helping everyone, did the most selfish act of his life. Flavius Xolol , feeling guilty, took own his life drowning near Vortice waters. (OOC NOTE): FIRST RUSTLER PK POG

Anonymously, Sheet music is left posted along various tavern doors, church doors, and town centers around the kingdom of Norland. The parchment if of high grade and the characters while in the common language, have blocky print to them.. A telltale sign of dwarven handwriting. A note is attached at the top of the sheet music simply reads "Enjoy the melody, for a nation worthy of song" -A.F. Life in a Norland town A Northguard Army band plays and Beautiful girl's hip sways And the song and dance lasted all day All day And through an open window came, the smell of fresh bread bakes Such a lovely time makes Ah. Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah Life in a norland town Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma-ma Children played along the ground as mothers hummed with laundry and everyone else came down to listen They sang songs of victory In times of famine and fortune With their lovely family and friends foreign Yeah, yeah , yeah Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah Life in a norland town Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma-ma Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah All the while the sun went down The evening turned to rain [The evening turn to rain] And as fathers went home they came To see their dear wives and their children And as their supper was sat upon the table You could see the glow in their eyes What a lovely time to be able be part of a lovely night Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah Life in a norland town Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma [Life in a norland town] Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma [All while the sun went down] Hey-y-yah Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Such a beautiful land to see Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma [Such a beautiful land to see] Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah

A Volatile Week Happy mid week Norland, this is Hanelore writing to you and everyone around the kingdom, here are the main headlines this week: Skanarri Raiders Skanarri Raiders intend to capture the Lunner Keep, an unmanned fort. Northguard and Rangers are halting their advances to do so. They could potentially split the land transportation between Varhelm and Elysium, gaining them a defensive hold in Norland. Northguard and Rangers plan to rally, mobilize a vessel, and defend with ballista or cannon fire. Sadly during this we lost Hali Kvitravn. Underestimating the numbers of the opposing numbers, Hali rushed into the fray. He was cut off from allies by a large group of the savage tribesmen. Hali fought valiantly until the end, though due to overwhelming numbers he was slashed in the neck, before being shoved down a hill. May the All Father keep him. Ireheart Dwarves raid Varhelm A group of seven Ireheart Clan members recently snuck into Varhelm, attempting to rob citizens right in front of the Ashwood Tree. One brave citizen managed to send word to a family member in Elysium, leading to a rally call going out for Rangers from the Duchy to fight off the attackers. Meanwhile, Warden Edric Vildr ran to Varhelm and managed to ring the bell there, summoning the Northguard as well. A mixed force of civilians, Rangers, Northguard, and even a ferryman engaged the Irehearts, driving them out of the city successfully. No major injuries were received by citizens of Norland. Canal and Settlement of the Raenrland Plans are reaching fruition for a canal to be built to the Raenrland and the O'Hara Keep, the project is expected to take course over the next few years and will culminate with a settlement being built in the region. Further development of the region may follow with easier water access. In the meantime a road is being built south, please keep an eye on the traffic reports for updates in this project. The king has announced intentions to establish a forward camp in the region to kickstart the process of taming the wilderness. Folk are encouraged to employ their woodcraft, survival, and hunting skills to aid in the work. Contact King Sven if you wish to offer your services. The Hearth Forum The First Hearth Forum gathering will be held later this year (Saturday 5PM EST). All followers of the Red Faith are invited to attend and voice their opinions on a range of issues pertaining to Norland and the Red Faith. Expect an itinerary to be released soon. Contact the Lord Purifier if you have a topic you wish to discuss. This will be the largest Red Faith dialogue seen for many years! Housing in Varhelm: Many available houses in Varhelm, including stalls and shops. Come be a part of our community, the winters are easier when you have company. We welcome travellers, citizens, and soldiers to live in Varhelm. Faith, protection, and low taxes are guaranteed in Norland. With great international connections and fantastic access to the ports and roads it's a must when looking to settle! Talk to a Steward today to find a place that is right for you! In other more interesting news... Clan Vildr's most eligible bachelorette Eydis Vildr is looking for a husband. Contact chieftain Edric Vildr with your bride price offer and make your case, to have your chance to woo her. (Please do not contact the newspaper with proposals, we don't want them...) A wily jester continues to be hunted in Elysium! Though causing no violence or harm, his tricks and games continue to prove to be challenges to overcome for those involved in hunting him. Things to look forwards to in the next coming days: Several hunts are taking place, please be sure to contact Alric Edvardsson with any questions. Weather, traffic and threats It's gonna be another cold one up here, expect some more snow coming in from the north with gusts of rain blowing in from the west from over the ocean near Haense. Traffic is clear mostly on the main roads leading in, do expect some congestion around the main gates at Elysium and Varhelm as per usual. Some back ups on the road to the O’Hara keep as works are expected there until the near future. The current threat level is at a somewhat high alarm, please keep an eye out for bandits, Skanarri and Irehearts while traveling in and around the kingdom and report any and all activity if you see them within the area. Shout Outs: Stop by your local tavern! supporting local Norlandic businesses supports the kingdom! Don't forget to drop your local temple and take part in the Red Faith!! Want a shout out? Contact Hanelore O'Hara de Astrea Thank you all for reading! This has been Hanelore with your yearly news in Norland, I hope you all have a great year!

Ethereal Light He laid soft steps upon the muddy ground, his feet were weary from days of travel as the cacophony of crickets ushered in the evening moon. The traveler sighed. Too long had he been on the roads, with the scars still fresh and wounds to prove the roads were no place for the lone. It was a life of solace, the traveler thought to himself as he continued down the moonlit road, but it was not so bad. There were friends, however fleeting; periodic moments of hope inspired by charismatic priests, or perhaps that was just nostalgia. Then, he heard it, an all too familiar noise: the clink of chain and squish of heavy leather boots. The trio of darkly clad men stepped out from behind the trees as they called for him to stop. The traveler knew the drill: his possessions for his life, and so he gripped the book beneath his tabard tightly. He was tired of it though, and he was out of valuables. He did not wish to lose a digit, or a limb for that matter. He had spent too much time working, too much time just to stock his now empty pockets with meager rations for his journey to the mountains. He took his chance, a more than likely foolish one, as he turned into the dark and thick woods. The snap of twigs betrayed his escape, as the trio chased him, a bolt whizzed by his ear, slicing it as he yelped. He slid down the ravine, hiding beneath a large chestnut tree as he whispered a rhyme he’d picked up ages ago, one that had always brought him a strange comfort since: Every day I am plagued by three thoughts– A heavy weight on my soul. First, that my time is finite Second, I know not when I will depart But it is the third that torments me most That there is no way to know where I’ll go* The traveler’s breath began to steady after the third repetition, the harsh sound of his impending death fading deeper into the forest in pursuit. He waited, before deciding to take an uncharted path in the forest. He rose from the nook in the tree and began to meander forwards, guided only by the stars and moon. His hope faltered as he continued in the dark. He began imagining his savage death to those that camp within the forest’s lawless territory, wolves or boars, or even worse, man. His mind failed him, or did it? The soft glow of the candle light could not be real, or if it was, what men did light it. The traveler approached it cautiously, staying within the tree cover. He smelled food, again he thought his mind failed him. He sighed, wondering why the fates would play such evil tricks upon his humble being, a trial to prove his strength, he concluded. Finally the candle came into view. It burned slowly upon a pike dug deep into the dirt, but it was not alone. Through the dimly lit forest was a path lit by these piked candles, and the scholar let his gaze follow the lights until he could not see beyond them. Cautiously, he stepped more pronouncedly onto the dirt road, but was halted by an abrupt invasion of fearful and curious thoughts. “CRRRRAAAACKKKKKK” echoed from in front of him as an immense light painted the sky and its very nature was, for a moment, torn asunder. The unexpected burst of light and harsh pop sent the scholar upon his back. But he was a curious man, and though he feared men, this unexpected occurrence felt different, so he began to stand. The scholar dusted off his robes and secured his prized journal as he set off with hastened steps down the road towards the light which had turned the night to day. The Principality of Ando Alur “In Knowledge, Power...” To the far Eastern vales of the Almarisian continent, beyond the wave-lapped sands of the western shores, there lies an ivory spire — one which claws to the very heavens in hopes to reach the gods. This divine citadel, a final refuge of the noble arcane, stood to embody the hopes of descendant-kind to reach the seat of the gods. Many come here seeking enlightenment, whether they be some roaming scholar, weary knight, or cloistered monk — each taking solace in the gleaming light of Ando Alur. Leadership of the Principality Governance is a necessity of all societies, even those as great and wise of elvendom, and those of Ando Alur know this well. However, though given the reigning authority of a Prince, the people of Ando Alur are also sustained through the Council which advises the High Prince on matters pertaining to the wellbeing of the city-state. The High Prince [Vulnir Syllar - 6xdestroyer] The Prince is the recognized leader of Ando Alur and is responsible for the safety of those within the realm. The Prince acts in coordination with his council and guilds, ultimately holding the power of binding contracts. Drawing their power from the Onyx codex, they are ritually crowned in front of their kin by the Councillor of Culture. The Council of Seven Whilst the Prince may hold the power of binding contracts and direct authority, the magnificence of Ando Alur is no product of his virtue alone, for even he must have guidance through the Council. The Council of Seven is composed only of the greatest minds of the Almarisian continent, holding the power to make executive decisions and attend the works of the Prince. During the instances of disagreement between the Prince and Council, they may override his Highness if in unanimous agreement. The council will always possess at least one elven, one dwarven, and one human member. The Councillor of Council [Thallan Syllar - Cobbler] The Councillor of Council is in charge of all diplomatic matters within Ando Alur, as well as the recording of such, often heading foreign diplomatic missions in representation or assistance of the Prince. The Councillor’s primary role is the documentation of all legal and diplomatic proceedings that transpire within the Principality. They also possess the ability to hold judicial trials, presided over by the wider council, to help administer punishments to individuals arrested by the Inquisitors or other internal policing forces. The Lord Inquisitor [Erilian Oranor - Shmeepicus] The Lord Inquisitor is the head of the Inquisitors, the military force of Ando Alur. Not only is the Lord Inquisitor expected to be passionate and patriotic, but also tactically cunning and politically attuned in order to effectively defend the marble city and her people. While the Alurian Prince may grant the honorary title of Onyx Knight to worthy Inquisitors, the Lord Inquisitor’s recommendation is almost always a requirement. The Councillor of Keys [Jakob Castington - Oh_Ontario] The Chamberlain assigns living situations for all citizens and can charge tax on behalf of the Principality. They are also able to evict residents and organize events for citizens to partake in. The Chamberlain also presides over the market stalls within the Principality. The Lord Auspex [Avurak Syllar - Morghuul] The Lord Auspex is in charge of all religious activities within the Principality. Their duty is to that of the Ancestors and the Spirits and making sure the onyx children are guided on the lunar path. They build and maintain a spiritual following in the Principality, devoted to converting wayward humans, elves and dwarves onto the path of honour, building and maintaining shrines and totems, blessing kin, and snuffing out evil. The High Praetorum [Olrin Hildinyr - Sorcerio, Muriel - Geidleth] The High Praetorum are esteemed roles within the courts of Ando Alur, being responsible for the documentation and regulation of magic and artificery within the Principality. Along with this, they are also responsible for the defence, preservation, and protection of the marble city through their many arts, and work vigorously to achieve knowledge that can be used for the betterment of the Principality and her people. The High Praetorum are also responsible for the direct oversight of all arcane activities and projects within Ando Alur, as well as working closely with both the Lord Auspex and High Inquisitor to ensure balance and security within the Principality. The Councillor of Land and Sea [Vanya Hileia - Space_Solstice] The Councillor of Land and Sea oversees the construction of guild halls and helps to manage the various guilds within the principality in the aim of leading to higher levels of productivity and recruitment among them. With their gentle guidance, as well as their affinity with architecture, the Councillor of Land and Sea oversees the ships and construction within Ando Alur. The Councillor also takes on the role of presiding over the Alurian naval forces, working closely with her sister counterpart in Haelun’or. The Seats of Grace The Seats of Grace are granted to those of honourable merit and high prowess. These Alurians sit below the Council, but still hold an immense amount of responsibility. Seats of Ceremony [Lorelei Vamyar - Clonky, Ilyana, Clonky] The Seats of Ceremony are titles given to Alurians who demonstrate keen abilities to work with the denizens of Ando Alur to organize and schedule festivals, galas and feasts in the name of joy and entertainment. To facilitate these events, they may present requests to the Council for whatever materials, funds, or support they may need. Seat of Health [Elren Asul'onn - BobBox] The Seat of Health is tasked with ensuring the health and day to day safety precautions for those within the city. They often consult the High Praetorum and Lord Auspex to ensure any arcane actions are balanced and will not negatively impact the health of the city on a major scale. Seat of the Hunt [Open] Whereas the Seat of Ceremony is tasked with internal Alurian events, the Seat of the Hunt is tasked with providing and organizing events beyond the white walls. The Seat of the Hunt is expected to be skilled in tracking, archery, and the various skills that go along with the name. Seat of Poetry [Open] The Seat of Poetry is given to one skilled in the art of literature and missive making. They are assigned the responsibilities of ensuring transparency between the council and the good people of Ando Alur. They are encouraged to write their own poems, literature, and works of art in their own time to be spread across the continent. The Four Podiums The Podiums sit in the throne hall of Ando Alur and await the statues of the heroes to come. Alurians, or their allies, which perform great feats in the name of the city will receive a statue of their likeness made from the finest marble of the white cavern. There are four podiums: [Out of Character Info] Want to Get Involved? Ando Alur is not only meant to be a place for those seeking knowledge or needing refuge in roleplay, but also a welcoming community to its members out of character. If you wish to help out with anything around the city, whether you know what it is you want to do or not, we will do our best to help you fit in and get involved in the community! Click here to join the Discord. How to Get There *Poem is by unknown, I do not claim credit for it* ((Post not put in Ando Alur subforum as it is currently glitched.)) Thanks to Sorcerio for formatting help!

“Life is a dance, darling… All wear their masks in this waltzing masquerade and you are either one of the dancers, or one that makes the music.” - Melusina von Drakenhof Art by me! Where there are men of true battle-earned honor and fortune, one can only wonder where the remaining folk of past crumbled empires and kingdoms coalesce in their wayward, lost visions of splendor and regality. These are the forgotten folk who have had their crowns ripped from them, justly or wrongfully, the cunning usurpers of past thrones who then taste their own justice, the skeletons of long-retired military lords who ruled with martial might… The men forever divorced from the endless cyclical hell that is humanity’s political sphere. These are the folk of the ‘noble’ line of Von Drakenhof. History The ashes of the calamity of Anthos tore the greatest united force of men ever seen asunder like a hunk of fresh meat to wolves. Some men clung to what luster their folly crowns and pride might comfort them, but many scattered in search for a more prosperous promise of reclaiming power and fortune. For the first of the line, Melusina’s journey took her to the protected outskirts of the Teutonic Hanseti, where the DeNurem line ruled without question. Melusina in life was the young bride of a vile Marcus Horen, whom her family married her to to secure political gain and protection at the height of the Empire’s power. She herself was a cerebral and scholarly youth with manic tendencies, but bore no affection to the convenient pairing she was thrown into at the behest of her sire. Pale and fair with locks rivaling the shadows of raven’s wings, she was like a porcelain statue brought to life. While her heart burned with disdain to the brutish man to which she was lawfully wed, the cunning young wife bid her time in quiet subservience whilst the collective forces of the world and Setherien rained doom upon the lost realm of Anthos. Despite bearing no real love for the Horen, she fled faithfully at his side at the crumbling of the world behind them into the Fringe. He proclaimed as they trudged through the ghoulish soul-sand of the wastes to the fabled fortress of the Teutonic order that she would bear his heirs and erect a grander, nobler kingdom of humanity with himself as the patriarch from the ashes of the fallen Empire. Of course, the proposition disgusted the young Melusina… wed so soon for convenience and so soon to bear offspring of a vile man. She would refuse his demands and plotting that night. That was the last time that he ever laid hands upon her in anger… A swift bottle of wine to the back of the head brought the man to his knees. Melusina was not a violent woman, and the attack from his bride certainly took him by fatal surprise. There was a portion of her soul that undoubtedly delighted in the deliciously vengeful murder of this man. He was no spouse, let alone a worthy man deserving of some valiant end. So the wine and blood flowed along the grout of the cobble beneath their day-old home like thick molasses in winter… slow and robust. There she raised her beloved Chalice in small, bloody victory, and drank the remnants of that blood-tainted wine. Melusina had never tasted a vintage so sweet. So she abandoned the heinous name of Horen and adopted her own lineage. One of the life she could have had as a carefree noble, loved by one of her choosing in a world less cursed. Melusina left her hovel that night as Von Drakenhof - A noble of her own right, given by none and maintained by none, of the utmost regality, intelligence, and superiority over the pathetic remnants of humanity. The Lady von Drakenhof did eventually marry a Sariant of the Teutonic Order, a bastard DeNurem and the only man the woman would love faithfully and genuinely. She would bear two sons at the age of twenty-six, in the same year that the plagues of the Fringe would rip her beloved from her embrace forever. Widowed and a new mother, she remained in the tiny village of Fringe Hanseti and fostered her two boys with her delusion of true, eternal nobility. There the Von Drakenhof line spread, erecting various castles in which their family would reside at the rule of none but themselves to the current age. The Line of Von Drakenhof The men and women of this lineage crave the illusion that they are nobles, and delight in the care of their outward appearance to a near maniacal standard. Pale, unblemished skin is most desirable with steely grey or muted shades of blue in their eyes. The trait of deeply black hair seems to run dominant among this line, as well as the curious affliction of sleepless nights or dreamly terrors particularly of the women in the family. It is said that it is the troubles of Melusina von Drakenhof herself manifesting in her favored descendants, and while it is quite distressing and sometimes tortuous to the inheritors, it is deemed as an otherworldly blessing. Von Drakenhof trend taller for men and women, but can become more frail in comparison due to their decadent lifestyle. With their ancestor spending much of her later life in the presence of the Teutonic Order under Hochmeister Mirtok, the mannerisms of speaking and accent derive much from the Marian language. They use older and archaic words to ensure that they are distinguished from common folk. Occasionally, they may choose to entirely abandon common altogether when speaking with kin in a clever method to conceal sensitive information from those they deem unworthy. A portrait of the ‘Count’ Volker von Drakenhof and his daughter, ‘Lady’ Hesperia von Drakenhof To see a member of Von Drakenhof in any state of imperfection or dishevelment is about as rare as a unicorn sighting. This family cannot stand the thought of descending anywhere near the state of peasant status or that of the lessers of mankind, and will go to great lengths to ensure that their state of attire is nothing short of kingly or queenly at all times. For men, tailed coats and laced ties are common, with women bearing corsets, dresses and veils to protect their complexions. Anyone after a quick glance may be able to determine that many of the dressing styles of the family revolves around the idea of gargoyles and battish creatures of the night, adorning themselves in dark and fine cloths gilded and crowned with expensive gems. An armored Von Drakenhof is uncommon though not unheard, for the work of the soldier is associated with those of lesser than noble blood and is usually only worn for the cause of home defense. Generally the folk of Von Drakenhof follow the three guiding pillars as set forth by Melusina’s scriptures written for the teaching of her sons: The Gargoyle, the Tombstone, and the Marionette. The Gargoyle “Protect thine kin, always. We are a superior folk baptised by the teachings of humanity’s past sins and bloodshed. Do not overly scorn thine servant nor thine handmaiden, and remain true to thine beloved. Betray not the brother, sister, mother or brother - but deliver cunning revenge should they betray my blood.” Von Drakenhof are ferociously loyal to those in their family, and maintain servants and friends with a firm but fair hand. While their mannerisms might seem cruel towards their servants, they reward the faithful tenants well by granting them certain powers above those below them. Butlers and Lady’s Maids of Von Drakenhof are nearly just as well dressed and wealthy as their masters. It is by a careful art of balancing the carrot and the stick that they maintain loyalty, and it has not been unheard of for unruly or disloyal servants to ‘go missing’ suddenly as if by some just punishment by karma. The family line is exempt from punishment in most instances, as this ‘noble’ line can surely do no wrong... The Tombstone “Honor our dead. Teachings of souls departed from this world shalt not fade with time but be carved upon pages and scrolls like their names upon the stone of their final resting place. Remember the promise, the pledge, and good deeds from friends, and repay them in kind. Neglecting the honor from the lessers invites poor intentions.” Dead kin are nearly saintly to these folk, and they will go to great lengths to ensure that the final rites and rituals of the newly dead are completed in knightly splendor. There is always a tombstone erected over their grave with their name for all alive or yet to be born to see, and even when a great move is needed they will uncover their coffins and take them along their journey to a new cemetery to rest and watch over their family. It is the greatest honor to oversee their family in death, for it is believed that the beloved dead may be freely spoken to and meditated with on the calm chill of a young night. Chieftest of all is the grave of Melusina von Drakenhof and her sons themselves, who bear beautifully decorated resting places that are constantly maintained. Promises made to others are scarcely neglected when made. When treated with the respect, praise and reverence they crave, a Von Drakenhof will be a faithful ally until their last breath. For them it is like a king fulfilling a glorious task for their people, a favor returned that will surely beget further praise and loyalty. Curses and pledges of retribution are just as keenly remembered, though repaid in much more cunning and brutal ways befitting the crime. The Marionette “There are few in this world that truly mean to help us. All men wear their mask, afraid to expose their feeble underbelly, their futile dreams and noxious desires in their dance for self-gratification. A true noble knows how to puppeteer all, for they are part of the intricate web of servitude to Von Drakenhof. The servant, the friend, and the enemy; all shall serve thee in their own accords.” Discreetly cunning and nearly always playing a mindful game of chess with all that cross their path, Von Drakenhof folk are always surely plotting what role their next acquaintance or greeting of a friend will bring them. While their enemies are certainly deserving of crueler tricks and schemes, there are not necessarily overtly harmful outcomes for those that they deem acceptable of the society around them. While the servant may find that their tasks become more and more varied outside of simple servitude by way of the sway devilish charm, a rival may find that misfortune may strike them at the most ripe inopportune time. Woe be to those that truly cross the guile of Von Drakenhof, for they do delight in faux courts made entirely of their kin to deal ghoulish and dastardly punishments that may or may not lead to their total demise. Lifestyle, Architecture and Family Structure While these nobles hold no true claim over anything of substance within the political geography of the world, they will often hold their own courts of intrigue amongst themselves. Plotting, aristocratic socialization, feasts, and masquerades are among the many routinely conducted happenings of the household. Brutish activities of duels or tavern parties are far beneath the decorum of the house, and guests welcomed and liked enough to be invited to the dining hall of Von Drakenhof should surely expect to be treated like family for the evening. One would find the dinner to be quite long and decadent, with some choosing to voluntarily vomit to create more room for delicacies and sweets. While they generally detest the devout and practice in no religion themselves, they are generally tolerant of most magics both mundane and of darker nature. Any power that might potentially elevate their status further as a superior man from their peers is deeply interesting to these folk, even if the magics or the users may not have the holiest of intentions. Reverence of any one deity is generally disdained, as there are none that come before the blood of Von Drakenhof in their eyes. When the Castle Drakenhof is erected on whatever lands they desire, it is certainly a chilling sight to behold. With lines of gargoyles and menacing heights of spires piercing the sky, the stones of the beloved family castle can appear quite haunting at first. Inside, however, is the most opulent of living quarters for their brood. Thick draped windows of stained glass, chandeliers that catch the low light like glacial ice, and the low-warmth of candlelight would mesmerize even the most decorated of kings. The light is kept intentionally low within to maintain that venerated fair skin of porcelain, and nearly every wall is decorated with portraits of past or living members of the family. Libraries of coveted knowledge, dining halls of glittering goblets and glasses, and endless rooms of near unfathomable collective luxury reside within. The wine cellar, the cemetery, the court hall, dining hall and drawing room are all considered essential portions of any suitable Von Drakenhof living facilities. Any good master would not forget the humble and faithful servant, and so their living quarters are of course in fine condition… with the accompanying dungeons similarly of regal but menacing character. The family of Von Drakenhof are equals within their own eyes, the only difference in standing is their direct parents. A single member is given the title of ‘Count’ which is used only for dealings in which the collective family or foreign power is involved and requires a concise voice amongst the family. You will find many thrones among the living space of the house, with none no more grand than their kin’s. All family members bear there own particular ring that is unique to them or handed down from an ancestor. It is a common gesture of a Von Drakenhof's first meeting to offer their ring towards their acquaintance to kiss - and one would do well to know that it will be forever remembered if this gesture is declined or ignored. Dates of Renown While not devoutly religious to any name, the line of Von Drakenhof is severely superstitious. Stories of ghosts, ghouls, all manner of mythical beasts alike are like sweet fairytales that guide their mannerisms spiritually. Some dates are especially sacred to the family, most of which involve the remembrance of the dead or the celebration of the macabre. Hexensnacht The Witching Night, or day before the New Year in which it is believed ghosts come about in search of the energy of the living to keep them tethered to the world, or as a send off as they choose to depart for another life. A great ball is held during the night, and a fantastical feast by day in which they invite the spirits of the dead to join their waltzing and dining late into the evening. As the last bell tolls for the completion of the final hour of the year, all lights are snuffed out for a few long minutes in total darkness so that it may be easier for the spirits to be sent on their way. All Hallow’s Eve The autumnal celebration of all things dark and spooky, where a great costumed masquerade is held. Dressing in a particular beast or monster of one’s fancy is common and believed to protect the wearer from real things that might be afoot on that night. Carving gourds into spectral faces by candlelight wards off the demons that emerge to seed foul energies among the unprepared. The young of the family may venture out and seek out sweet treats from the people that live about, or play tricks upon those that their parents may or may not have mentioned doing something distasteful at the dinner table once… Day of the Dead A late-year celebration of the deceased Von Drakenhof members. It is this day where the belongings of their dead relatives are worn to bring them to life for a day. Faces are made in the likeness of the portraits of the dead, and they quite literally ‘relive’ the being of their relatives for a chosen day. Prayers and gifts are showered upon the very real graves of said family, and only when the day is done may the Von Drakenhof bathe themselves in a perfumed basin and reclaim themselves, swearing to remember the teachings and glory of their ancestors.

Maiun dah'Rin People of the Desert Among the more obscure cultures found in humans is that of the Maiun dah'Rin, or dah'Rin(i) for short. This translates to People (Rin) of the (dah') Desert (Maiun). As the name would suggest, they originate from and primarily inhabit deserts. As one might expect, this harsh environment in combination with prolonged isolation from other cultures has lead to a hardy, yet upbeat people with unique traditions. With written documents proving their presence as far back as Axios, and speculation of their history reaching back much further, it's a wonder they've kept their presence so unknown all this time. One could attribute this to isolationism, remote locations, or even being mistaken for other groups, but the true answer has not been found as those who'd know have all passed. In recent times, however, they've made themselves and their ways as known as they can in the face of being lost to history. No known settlements remain of the Maiun dah'Rin, so they assert themselves anywhere that welcomes them. While their own language's alphabet and writing are illegible to most, they still make and publish stories in Common with the hope someone will hear their pleas for preservation. Only very recently has it seemed that their wish will come true. Now when you see those strangers in masks, lanky humans with odd accents, you may come to find you know of their kind. A resilient people who've clung onto the very last strings of identity and finally started pulling themselves back up. Names & Masks To the dah'Rin, a mask is just as good as (if not better than) a name. While multiple people can share a name, or even all three names, no two people can have a truly identical mask. Along with being distinct, the mask of a riun (singular of rin) will most always have patterns and colors denoting specific meanings. For example, a rugged wooden mask with red paint on the left side can convey that one is a wanderer who's used to living rough, but still holds love in their heart for everyone around. A mask of ebony with intricate gold patterns would show the wearer as important, but not for combat reasons, likely being some form of leader. These masks are to be removed only when necessary or alone. This is not to say names aren't important, however. All three names of a riun are important for different reasons. A first name is shared with everyone, and is the name a riun will refer to themselves by most often. A middle name is rarer to go by, but is usually used when two people of the same first name are together or when a riun dislikes their first name. A last name, however, is considered very intimate. This is generally to be shared with those that a riun dearly trusts or even loves. An important bit to note is that one would not be called by their last name unless they're alone with someone who knows it. To share someone else's last name is to betray the love and trust they've shown you. To take it as your own is to embrace it wholly. Mask Meanings To expand on what a mask may mean and why, we need only look to three things. Color, material, and adornments. To start with, colors often share similar meanings to what other descendants give them, but there are some noteworthy exceptions. For example, while red may denote passion or anger, the most common use is for love. Orange is linked to enthusiasm, a love for life rather than individuals. Yellow and gold are notably distinct, with yellow being happiness and gold being importance. Green can indicate a nurturing nature, harmony, and even safety. Blue can be freedom, intelligence, or protection, with the first being the typical use case. Purple is often linked with magic, inner peace, and wisdom. As materials go, these are usually picked by convenience or aesthetics rather than significant meaning. When a material is chosen for meaning, it usually coincides with the color. However, the material also gives some insight into the wearer's lifestyle. Wood may be used for travelers who want something that will last long without maintenance. Porcelain would be more indicative of a person who's settled down and decided on something that looks nice rather than being durable. Rarer and more sought-after materials may show someone to be important, or that they've done a great service for their community. Giving someone a new mask is not taken lightly. As said before, it's as personal as a name or face, with the added importance of symbolism. Adornments can be anything from engravings, to shape, to extra pieces added on. These are commonly given meanings by the owners themselves, but an aggressive shape can denote a warrior, and gold engravings usually mean someone of high status. If you're curious about all the intricacies of someone's mask, it's best to ask! Music & Food Food and music are hard to ignore when addressing the more playful side of Maiun culture. Those who dedicate themselves to a craft don't spend their whole lives perfecting it like those of more competitive cultures might. Rather, these rin will use their skills to impress their friends, family, and even strangers with the main goal of making them happy. This isn't to say they'll be any worse on average than those of other cultures, but there will be fewer who lean so heavily into perfecting a skill. As for the sounds of music, a riun will most often play upbeat, drum-heavy songs with the intent to get others dancing. While it's not uncommon for these musicians to be playing throughout any normal day, they most often gather and play together during festivals. In fact, in the absence of any musicians or even untrained volunteers, a festival will be outright delayed until at least one is found. This is most often a lack of people able to fill the role rather than those willing, as bad music is not judged. Even the poorest artist is encouraged to continue. The topic of food actually shares quite a few parallels with music. It's not one's skill as a chef that determines whether their food is eaten, it's a mere matter of who's around to eat it. Even if the meal should make you gag and vomit, you still turn right back around to the chef and tell them what they did right, and how you'd change it for next time. This is likely what caused a shift in dah'Rini meals compared to other human meals - they often make things like cinnamon pork, honeyed vegetables, baked fruits, and many more similar meals. As for drinks, however, they most often drink water, fruit and cactus juices, and wines. These aren't held to the same level of importance as food, as whatever is available will be happily accepted, but it's not uncommon for a riun to go out of their way to find a drink that complements their meal. If a meal is sweet, drink something bitter. If a meal is savory, drink something with a kick. Language With the decay of full-blooded Maiun dah'Rin, the full scope of their language has died out, but that doesn't mean they don't speak what they have left. Even those who speak full Common usually speak in the third person or sprinkle in dah'Rini words and phrases. However, it's important to note that dah'Rini sentence structure is much more free-form than Common. Not only that, but the few who can write fluently in dah'Rini will go right to left, bottom to top. This is due to ancient dah'Rini laying bricks, carving words in until they run out of space, and then laying the next layer to not waste materials. From this came the ongoing tradition of grand story walls, sometimes integrated into buildings, but just as often standing solitary for all to see. Dictionary can be found here. Appearances A dah'Rini can be of any human skin tone, and very commonly end up freckled. Their hair tends to lean blonde, with even darker-haired rin having a golden shine in the sun. Their eyes can be of any color a human's can, but most common is green. It's less common for a riun to be bulky compared to their fellow humans due to the scarcity of food in the desert, but in recent times, most rin end up nomads or living in other cities. This is completely and entirely attributed to the dwindling population and dying traditions they have. On top of that, there are very few full-blooded Maiun dah'Rin to be found. Clothing-wise, even those who end up in cities will at least keep their mask in their possession, if not on their face. Nomads in particular will also stick to clothing of their people, being loose, flowy clothes with lots of airflow. These are reminiscent of real-world Middle Eastern and Central Asian garbs. Some will adorn their clothes with neat patterns or fancy colors, but most are happy with plain robes with hoods and/or hats of straw. Outsiders The dah'Rini are very friendly to outsiders, even welcoming them with open arms to join their encampments and traditions. While this has done well for what little reputation they have, it also means they've been raided on multiple occasions by those they let into their homes. Even in these times, when a riun takes down an invader, it is their duty to give them proper medical care and keep them alive, regardless of the damage the invader has caused. Should their enemies die on Maiun land, they are still given a respectful prayer and proper burial, elsewise a sendoff to their homeland. OOC This is an open culture! Anyone at all can make a Maiun dah'Rin character, and for a full-blooded dah'Rini, you should set your race as Farfolk or just Human. How involved your character is with these traditions is completely up to you! However, it's encouraged to be mindful and respectful of other players OOCly while playing an dah'Rini character, in part because reputation is important early on, but also because you should do that anyway. There are no dah'Rini settlements and there likely won't be unless there's a much larger playerbase than I'm expecting. However, should this be the case, it will be a large encampment in the desert to best fit the lore provided. The dah'Rini dictionary is still being worked on, but there should be more than enough words to spice up your roleplay. Make as many new phrases as you'd like - and remember, the sentence structure is more free-form than English! Context helps determine what you're saying (such as "Ron do'pan," which can either mean you idiot or you're an idiot depending on the context). This page will more than likely be edited! Don't be mean or I will cry. Consider this a threat.

Ubíjanje Psoglava The Slaying of the Psoglav By Đurađ Mutimir Vasović Let me tell you of the tale of the end of the Psoglav. The Psoglav, the dog-headed servant of the daemon Valaen, plagued the Vasoyevi for near five hundred years. For the Vasoyevi had once worshipped and called the daemon Veles in days gone past, but when they began to become complacent with their worship, Valaen sent the Psoglav into their midst, eternally chasing them. Sacrifices to the Psoglav were made in the camps to appease the bloodthirsty creature. First, always, would a chicken be sacrificed. When that would no longer sate the creature’s hunger, a goat, then a bull, and finally a horse. But always the creature hungered until, every few years, only a sacrifice of one of the Vasoyevi’s own, chosen by lottery, would stave off the daemonic monster. But then, of course, after a time, the cycle would begin again. Centuries ago, before the time of the patriarchs and matriarchs, there was a boy born amongst the ever-traveling Vasoyevi into the Višeslavić, a family of fair repute made up of a half dozen wagons. Born the nephew of the župan of the family Radoslav and son of the hunter Strojimir and herbalist Evdokija, he was named Vasilije. As a child, he dreamed of becoming a hunter like his father, learning much from him and attending many hunts as he hunted small animals with the other children whilst the adults hunted the larger game. In the eighth year of his life, he had a sister that was named Angelina whom he cared greatly for and swore to protect from any danger. During this time, he also struck a close friendship with another child named Boris of the Isperiev family. As he grew up, he noticed how a few of his hunting friends disappeared and, when he inquired, was told only that “the Psoglav comes for naughty children who don’t listen to their parents.” Upon entering the twelfth year of his life, Vasilije was told of the true nature of the Psoglav, as was the custom of the time. He was taught the beast preferred young children the most and that the time for another sacrifice was coming soon. The day of the lottery arrived and, to Vasilije’s horror, Angelina was chosen as the sacrifice for the year. Believing it to be his responsibility, he volunteered to sacrifice his sister to the beast. As the caravan broke camp, he brought his sister into the woods under the guise of a game. As they went deep into the woods, Angelina expressed fear and asked him if she would be safe, which he said she would. Once he was out of her sight, he ran as fast as he could back to the caravans before they left. As he ran, he heard the cries of his sister before they were drowned out by the roar of what he could only assume to be the Psoglav. When Vasilije returned to the caravans, he was filled with guilt and swore to kill the beast with his family and friends being little able to persuade him otherwise. Throughout his adolescence, he practiced by hunting wolves and other predators then bears when he reached adulthood. Boris, although being amongst those who tried to persuade him, stayed with him nonetheless. When he heard of the return of the Psoglav, he ran to the forest to confront the beast. Whether he sought death or honestly believed he would be able to kill it was beyond even him. When he saw the beast, he was briefly full of terror with its scars, matted fur and bloodstained mouth. When he recovered from the shock, he barely dodged the claws as they came for his head. When he swung his sword to the beast, it connected but did not harm the beast. Nonetheless, he tried to fight it until the beast pinned him. As the beast prepared to kill him, Boris came and sacrificed himself to the Psoglav, freeing Vasilije and allowing him to return to the caravans. Distraught at his failure and the loss of his sister and now his greatest friend, Vasilije fell into a depression and refused to leave his wagon. He barely ate and drank with his hair becoming long and unkempt and himself becoming dirty and fetid. Months later, he heard of a man roaming the caravans and causing a stir. He was Sava of the Zìdarić family; and though he was a Vasoyevi, he preached the Word of Godan. He taught how the Lord provided many gifts to the Vasoyevi people with their freedom to live on the road being just one. Attracted by these words, Vasilije joined his growing congregation much to the chagrin of the župan of the Višeslavić, now his cousin Vlastimir. Vlastimir despised Sava and those he taught, and he threatened to expel Vasilije and any other Višeslavić from the caravan. Yet, the Word of Godan was compelling and more and more converted. One member of the newly converted followers of Godan was a woman named Ileana of the Lupeșcu family, who was an herbalist and brewer in the caravan.. Under the effects of her herbs one day, she received a vision from the Veličan Žigmund, who thanked her for her devotion to Godan and blessed her with a token of his soothsaying abilities. Upon waking from her vision, her hair had become a brilliant red, and she called herself one of the Red Followers of Sigismund, becoming the first Red Sigismunda, or Sigismundaroșie. She went amongst the followers of Godan, telling them of this vision and also told them that the Veličan Žigmund had given her one more gift, knowledge and power to free themselves at last from the Psoglav and Valaen. Many of the people did not trust her, but she asked them to place their trust instead in Godan, and she began to gather together those who wished to slay the beast. Chief among them was Vasilije, and his impassioned pleas to the people turned many of their hearts to Godan and they felt strong enough to face the beast. Ileana came to them all and blessed them. In a ceremony lost to all but the Sigismundaroșie, Ileana brewed a special tincture, which she gave to the brave men, and they felt the power of Godan within them, justified and sanctified before the Almighty, and they knew they had the power to defeat their long-suffering enemy. Over the course of several months, they turned the hunter into the hunted, seeking out the Psoglav and learning of its habits and weaknesses. Three times, the Vasoyevi did battle with the Psoglav, one time for each of the Exalted that came before Sigismund, weakening it and driving it into a cave to recover. At the last, Ileana handed a curved knife to Vasilije, proclaiming that he was destined to be the one to slay the Psoglav. He entered the cave alone and found the Psoglav, cowering, wounded. Vasilije’s heart was turned to pity, for before the might of Godan, even the fiercest of beasts was nothing. He took his knife and ended the beast’s suffering, ending also Valaen’s centuries-long reign of terror over the Vasoyevi. Standing over the corpse of the beast, Vasilije swore to hunt all manners of monsters and beasts to atone for the years of sacrifice made to the Psoglav, becoming the first kȁjatac. Vlastimir had expected the party to die, so upon their return, he expelled Vasilije from the caravan. No longer a Višeslavić, Vasilije would form a new caravan that would grow in size and reputation with his son, Joanikije, being elected župan of the now fully Canonist caravan, taking the daughter of Ileana as his bride and the first Matriarch. And from his line, the Vasović family was eventually born, beginning the grand destiny laid out for that family and the Vasoyevi.

A Call for Ecclestical Trial Issued by the Auditor of the Tribunal. Johan “Horens Giant” Vullier Table of context. THE OFFENDERS CALLED FOR TRIAL. THE EVIDENCE. THE WITNESS LIST. THE JURY THE CRIMES. THE OFFENDERS CALLED FOR TRIAL. The organization known as the Ferrymen. Reasoning : I. During the assassination of his Holiness High Pontiff Jude II, Two members of the Ferrymen organization where found with their blades drawn surrounding the body of Jude II and the body of another member of the clergy. One of these men where quickly struck down by members of the Imperial State Army as well as the Ministry of Justice. Sadly one wearing the armor of the organization was able to escape the city. II. During the battle of Northguard thousands of Imperial witnesses could see the organization known as the Ferrymen fighting on the side of the heathen armies of Norland. This furthering the assumption that they in fact work for the heathen army. THE EVIDENCE During the Tribunal investigation dubbed “The Dove has fallen” we have gathered evidence from multiple sources. Not only witnesses of the crime itself, but other witnesses who saw one of the men behind the murder of High Pontiff Jude II while escaping the city of Providence while being ran after by multiple guards. The Tribunal has also been getting numerous reports of the criminal activities of the organization in question as well as one of them seeming to try and spy on the Imperial Household and staff. Its with these reports and accusations as well as the murder of his Holiness Jude II and their partaking in the ongoing war against the heathens hordes of Norland that the Tribunal had decided that enough evidence is gathered to call for an Trial of the whole organization known as the Ferrymen. THE WITNESS LIST. Due to the nature of the organization called to trial the names of the witnesses shall not be published. This to ensure their and their families safety. We know from experience and sources that the organization known as the Ferrymen do not take into consideration if they have to strike down a man, woman nor child if they gain from it. Thus it would be a crime against Godan if we where to put these witnesses and their loved ones in danger. THE JURY The jury itself shall consist of the members of the Tribunal offices and their Cardinal Judges. it will be under the command and word of the Auditor of the Tribunal and his word shall be final and absolute. In the case of a missing member of the Tribunal, the Auditor can see it to elect someone who steps into the role of that missing role or holds the position abstained. THE CRIMES On the day of first amber cold a horrid and blasphemous crime was committed within the cathedral of the Ex Godfrey. Not only was this crime against Imperial Law, but a crime against our faith, a crime against Him, the one true Creator. During the General Audience held by his Holiness Jude II. our Vicar of God, a General Audience that ended up as his last public Audience before his Holiness was brutally murdered during the time he was taking the confessions of our noble canonist flock. This is a crime that there is no turning back from, a crime against the Canonist flock as a whole and each and every person, nation or organization who calls themselves Canonist or believes in Him. Not only where our beloved High Pontiff Jude II murdered in cold blood, His body has also been stolen after the murder. The bodies of the Vicar of God do not belong in some ditch, nor as a trophy for those who have committed the crime. He belongs with the church, in the halls of those who came before him. where he shall lay at peace until the seven skies shall come from all of us. The fact of his body being stolen will forever be seen as one of the worst cases of theft in the History of our Holy Mother Church, a crime that will not be forgotten nor forgiven. The crimes committed go as follows.. TITLE III. Crimes against ecclesiastical authorities. §1 A person using excessive physical force against the Pontiff incurs excommunication. Members of the clergy may incur greater penalties depending on the severity of the crime. §2 A person who further uses excessive force against a bishop or cardinal are to face a just penalty as decided by an ecclesiastical court. §4 A person joining a group plotting against the church are to face a just penalty as decided by an ecclesiastical court. §9 Those who see it fit to insult or threaten a member of the clergy. These individuals are guilty of the crime of indignity. Let it be known that if the Organization does not show to this trial they will by default be punished with the worst punishment that the Holy Mother Church can grant. That of being declared excommunicate and anathema. SIT PERDUCAT NOS PATRIS LAPIS, AMEN. "May the stone father guide us, Amen" Johan Vuiller “Horens Giant” Head of House Vuiller, Auditor of the Tribunal. Knight-Regent Emeritus. Knight of the Black Sepulchre. Protector of the Church of the Canon and her faithful The Trial shall find place on the 1st of Horens folly within the Imperial City of Providence. [THIS SATURDAY 5.06.2021 TIME: 5:30PM EST]

FRESH PRINCE OF ELVENESSE 18th of the First Seed, Year 26 of the Second Age “Mi iz da new frezh Rex ob da Twiggiez” -Fresh Rex of Elvenesse, Smol’Ruk Today marks another victory for the Ferrymen on the Elven front. A group of 70 Ferrymen marched on the capital of Elvenesse to capture another key victory in the war against the Elves. The force of Ferrymen led by the infamous Captain Banjo, snuck their way into the inner city of Elvenesse and rushed their way into the heart of the capital. At the square, the Ferrymen grouped civilians and soldiers alike to handover their belongings and fought those few soldiers and civilians who had the courage to fight the renowned fighters known as the Ferrymen. Only one of the Elves stood valiantly against the Ferrymen and fought like a true champion (@GeneralPumpkinCZ). At the end of this skirmish, the commander of the Elves was found running cowardly away from the city and the rest of his small force of resistance laid dead in the streets, a fitting death for those who do not stand up for their kin. No losses resulted on the attacking party, as the original group of raiders marched to bandit the remaining civilians and cowardly soldiers. In the throne room the Ferrymen held a short ceremony, crowning Smol’Ruk the ‘Fresh Rex of Elvenesse’. [!] A picture depicting the Ferrymen and Smol’Ruk sitting on the Throne of Elvenesse. As all the elves were either robbed or killed - the Ferrymen left the capital of Elvenesse bare and looted. Their bags filled with loot they had not seen since the days of looting the Imperial city of Providence. Truly a win for the acclaimed Ferrymen. [!] Pictures containing the loot of the Raid on Elvenesse. The Ferryman will come for you all in due time. Signed, Banjo, Captain of the Ferrymen, Savior of the Common and Free People, Pillager of Elvenesse, Liberator of Man, The Bringer of Equality, Capturer of the Bastion The Ferryman Smol’Ruk, Fresh Rex of Elvenesse, Personal friend of the Golden Rex

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[!] Letters of fresh parchment sealed with the crest of House Vyronov would arrive across to each head of the noble houses in the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska by a messenger bearing a most noble uniform while fliers were tacked to the notice board in the square for all to see. A UNION BETWEEN VYRONOV & BARCLAY 370 of Vzmey and Hyff It is with great pleasure that the houses of Vyronov and Barclay officially announce a long anticipated union between her Ladyship Marie Barclay and his Lordship, Stefan B. Vyronov, Baron of Astfield. The ceremony will take place in the Basilica of Saint Henrik conducted by KML Alfred Patriarch Jorenus. Following the ceremony, a reception will be held at the Barony of Astfield, the future home of the newlyweds. Food and drink will be provided and the guests will be welcomed to join in merriment with music and dancing. We anticipate your arrival on the most joyous day! Special Invitations Listed Below His Royal Majesty, Heinrik of House Barbanov and his esteemed pedigree His Grace, Friedrich of House Barclay and his esteemed pedigree His Grace, Ruslan of House Baruch Baruch and his esteemed pedigree The Most Honorable, Fiske of House Vanir and his esteemed pedigree The Most Honorable, Maric of House Ruthern and his esteemed pedigree The Right Honorable, Kazimar of House Ludovar and his esteemed pedigree The Honorable, Aldrik of House Amador and his esteemed pedigree The Honorable, Janb of House Kortrevich and his esteemed pedigree Laurir Tarathiel of house Asul'onn and her esteemed pedigree The Aevaris Household Imperial Practitioner-General Doctor Mayan Avern All Haeseni Subjects and Allies of the Iron Accord Signed, His Lordship, Stefan B. Vyronov Baron of Astfield Her Ladyship, Marie Barclay [[OOC: Friday April 30th @4:00 pm EST/ 9:00 pm GMT]]

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EXALTED SIGISMUND’S DAY FAIR Haeseni Canonists celebrate a religious festival, 342 ES To the faithful Haeseni flock, The Reverend Archbishop Yaromir of Henrikev and Grand Maer Franz Barbanov invite all believers to join in the Exalted Sigismund’s Day celebrations! The High Pontiff shall begin the day with a prayer over the Exalted Sigismund’s grave, which shall then be followed by festival games which offer prizes, free food and drink, and a Haeseni Saints trivia! GODANI JEST WIELKI Signed, The Most Reverend Yaromir, Archbishop of Henrikev His Highness, Franz Leopold Barbanov, Duke of Schattenburg, Grand Maer of Karosgrad

Sir Edvard Amador HKML Fmr. Royal Treasurer of Hanseti-Ruska THE DEATH OF THE TAXMAN The radiant sun would rise, marking a new day in the bustling city of Karosgrad. Edvard Amador got up and approached the window in his house overlooking the Haeseni city. “Hmmmm,” the man muttered as he looked to the sky as the sun peeked out from behind the palace. “Did I do a good job looking after the family, father?” he’d call out, “Did I meet your expectations? Are vy proud of me?” The man would continue, starting to shout out in frustration. “I tried my very hardest to ensure my family would be supported.” the man confesses, letting out a single tear. “But in the end, what did it amount to. All the minas I amassed in Arcas are now gone, destroyed in a meteorshower that caused the city of New Reza to fall. The minas I’ve acquired do niet even amount close to what I had.” The man, now grayed, would pace out onto his balcony. “Were my decisions the right ones?” he says, now with tears coursing down his cheeks. “I spent most of my time accumulating wealth to ensure my family would have a comfortable life, but I never got to see them. Many events passed me by. The birth of Sosina, my niece, the death of my eldest brother Ruslan.” as he continued his rambling, he would walk further and further towards the ledge. “In the end all I desired was to retire and to be with my family. Yet fate can be cruel. Most of the precious minas I’ve worked to achieve are gone,” he’d yell angrily as he rubbed his hand against his head, tugging some hair in frustration. “What was the point of this life of mine? I did my best for my Kingdom and my family, yet I can’t have peace. I must have more, and more, and more minas. I can never stop, and when I am about to, it all comes crashing down. All that I have worked for has vanished,” Edvard would knock the flower pot on his balcony down in one swift blow filled with anger, causing it to crash against the streets below.. “After all this work, I just wished to be with my family. I’ve grown so old, so tired. I just wish to rest,” the man says as he struggles to climb over the balcony, taking a seat, with his feet dangling over the city. “I think it is time I take my well deserved rest... See you soon father, and my dear brother, Ruslan.” With the death of his two beloved brothers, father, other family members, and loss of the majority of his minas, Edvard took one last stand on top of the balcony ledge, looking up at the sky. “Krusae Zwy Kongzem!” the man would shout at the top of his lungs, for all to hear before jumping off of the balcony. The man plunged down for a short while before meeting his end with tears and a smile on his face. REQUIESCAT IN PACE Sir Edvard Amador HKML 1732 | 285 ES - 1807 | 356 ES “From Ashes we Rise”

[!] On the 11th of The Grand Harvest, 1806, Ademar Castelo died due to frail heart at the age of 71 [!] The sky was clear and the air was crisp; the sun had just made its way up over the horizon. In the forests of Providentia, birds were chirping, wind was whizzing and the water in the river was rippling. The body of a man clad in simple brown robes, floated along with the stream face down in the water. With a thud the lifeless man got caught by a rock and stopped in place. A letter would be on his person, tucked in the rustic fabric of his robes. The letter read as follows: Throughout my life I have seen and experienced many a thing. Some less pleasant than others. However, throughout all these occurrences, all the changes the society of man has gone through, I have always found my faith to persist. I have served God in many a way; from Grandmaster of a holy order, to Abbot of an ancient monastic order. In the darkest of times He served as a beacon of hope and light. In the lightest of times He served as the symbol and resemblance of all my good will. By virtue of this, I always remained his humble servant, proselytizing his word and teaching to the misled and faltering. God has made me go through various trials; both corporeal and mental. One of the most challenging trials was the crusade against the Inferi in the sands of Al-Faiz. Every man goes through trials in the pursuit of keeping one’s faith, and it is crucial to persist. The one to give in shall fall astray and find himself in darkness. However, one can always be guided back to the righteous path, if one is willing. The Church is facing difficult times, the faith of the masses is weaker than it used to be. Faith needs to be strengthened for the Church to prosper - when the Church prospers; so will humanity as a whole. As of late I own nothing but my robes and cross, which shall be returned to the Holy Mother Church and the Wigbrechtian order, upon my death. To my children I can only pass the wisdom I have acquired over the years. Thus, my last wish is a bit peculiar; I wish for the body of my deceased wife to be recovered. She was dug up out of her grave in Providence, and alas was disturbed in her eternal rest. I wish for her body to return to holy soil. I did not want to add this last part to my will, but alas, I feel like I must add a second and final wish; I wish for my body to not be dug up, I wish to rest in peace.

AULIC COURT I VE KOENGZEM I HANSETI-RUSKA REVIEW ON THE PALATINES REQUEST REGARDING TRIALS 5th i Wzuvar ag Byvca 358 E.S Jovenaars Sir Sigmar J. Baruch Mrs. Reza B. Gynsburg Lady Erika L. Kortrevich Mr. Lukas Rakoczy Mr. Otto Wittenbach CONCURRENCE (MAJORITY): Baruch, Kortrevich, Wittenbach, Rakoczy, Gynsburg DISSENT: N/A Exposition: The Office of the Palatine sees fit to refer to the Aulic Court on the composition of trials, specifically trials with a need to be done quickly and efficiently in circumstances where three Jovenaar may not be available. The Palatine is thus considering several possibilities, including 'citizen' and 'non-citizen' or 'flight' trials: the former would be in cases where a Haeseni citizen is charged, and there is little danger of the charged citizen fleeing the Kingdom; the latter would be in cases where a suspect is charged and arrested but is liable to flee if court proceedings are delayed, thus giving rise to a need for quicker sittings of the Court with lesser Jovenaar. Another possible solution under consideration by the Palatine is that all trials will only require an odd number of Jovenaar. See the full brief of the Lord Palatine: Letter to the Aulic Court re Trials - Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska - The Lord Of The Craft Jovenaar Erika L. Kortrevich delivered the opinion of the Court: The Haurul Caezk 304.01 states: “Trials shall be presided over by three Jovenaar [...].” As for the Lord Palatine’s request to reduce the number of Jovenaar to an odd-numbered one in said “non-citizen or flight” trials, it would mean to reduce the numbers of Jovenaar presiding over a trial to one (1). Whilst the Aulic Court understands the demand of such trials in cases where the Defendant is guilty without doubt, it is the Court's belief that no person, but the Koeng of Hanseti-Ruska should have the power to determine an individual's guilt on their own accord and that the trinity of Jovenaar is essential to a fair and just trial under the Haurul Caezk, as it calls for a thorough consideration and consultation of the facts brought forth in each trial. Therefore we decided against the Lord Palatines request. IT IS SO ORDERED.

“You don’t always have to be strong, but you always have to keep fighting.” Solenne tightly clutched the letters in her hands as she wandered the quiet streets of Providence. That night, the only sounds being made were by her own dragging footsteps. Bittersweet, she thought. She found herself at the doorstep of Pompourelia Street 8, lifting a shaky hand to stuff the letters between the double doors. She wanted to go in. She wanted to see Anduin, listen to him talk all high and mighty while sharing a cup of coffee with him. She wished to share stories with Alicjo, someone who never failed to bring joy and laughter to her rainy days. She wanted to open the doors, she wanted to see everyone. Solenne turned and walked back down the street. Eventually, she found herself right before the entrance to the settlement of Esbec. She hated that place, she didn’t know why she’d come. She hated it from the moment she stepped foot in it, back when Avalor had taken her there in Arcas. Despite the friends she made, the memories that surrounded the place, the way she mercilessly defended Esbec’s name, she despised it with a furious passion. She stayed for one reason, and one reason only. She stayed for Silas, that stupid elf. That naive, hard headed man who somehow made sense of all her broken pieces. She wondered how he was doing, if she was right about him being happier without her. As she walked back to Providence, there were numerous people who came to mind. She thought of Giorno, Florenza’s cousin whom she’d been set up with. She always found him to be a better friend than lover. He was a good man, but she was a broken woman. She recalled the short, always angry woman who had a soft spot for her, good ol’ Shoes. That loud, obnoxious woman who was the reason for plenty of Solenne’s own anger-fuelled hysterics. Gino came to mind as well- the way they were so passive-aggressive with each other, from subtle insults to sharing cigarettes. Solenne was sure Gino hated her, always getting his wife into trouble, always fighting his words with every breath. She kind of hated him, too. A small smile escaped her lips. Solenne finally stopped at Florenza’s grave. Florenza Falcone, the woman who made her life a little more worthwhile. She sat down there, leaned against the headstone as she pulled her flask from her bag. The smell of whiskey hit her nose as she lifted it to her lips, draining the contents. Those days, it was a rare sight to see the red-haired woman sober. It made it easier to forget how much she missed her friend. She remembered the funeral, she remembered the words of Florenza’s mini-me, how the child recalled her cries for help when Florenza sat there on the floor as she bled out. Solenne cried that night of the funeral, harder than she’d ever cried before. Florenza had made a promise- that the two of them would go out together. She’d silently cursed Florenza for leaving the god-forsaken earth without her, so many of their plans still left untouched. She’d sigh, closing her eyes as the flask fell from her hand, dropping into the dirt beneath her. Solenne was ready to be reunited with her best friend. She was done fighting. [OOC: It was an absolute pleasure to play Solenne, and thanks to all of those who interacted with her. Sorry to all those whose hearts I broke while playing her ;) Anyways, I hope she was someone that you all enjoyed RP with and someone who will be remembered, I just fell into a sort of character block with her and decided it was best to leave things as they were.]

The Sturmholm Folio The works of Vorloin Baruch Vorloin Baruch, shortly after the Athera Expedition Vorloin Baruch, practicing a stage-play With the recent death of poet Vorloin Baruch, it has been requested by his will that his folio be published to the world at large. All that follows is the work of poet, who used the pen-name of Vorloin Sturmholm Editor’s note: For some reason, all of Mr Baruch’s writings refer to himself as ‘Vorion’, instead of ‘Vorloin’. Regardless of whatever caused this error, it has been corrected. ‘Almost all of these poems follow iambic pentameter, and most of them also are sonnets, with three rhyming quatrains and one couplet. Their themes range from loss and death, to love and life. May they strike your hearts, as they struck at least a couple’ - V. Baruch ((Music:)) O Father O Father, years have passed since fall of void, Yet I am left to sit and weep in prayer In days of freedom, Grief I have enjoyed Not, for that was the gift you chose to bear. O father, son of the herons marine Will you still love me as you once did then? To be a stouter son of meager means Or born a lesser prince of greater men? O father, torn from life, curse me now, words born from an acid, venomous tongue Will far outstip those that no longer vow To those whom once you genty, softly sung. They say the blood of covenant should wear Pains fierce; yet still I weep for water's share The Good Men I wonder, where have all the good men gone? I saw them ride unto the setting sun, One which they would never again see dawn, Fighting a battle that is still not won. I ask you, where do all the great kings lie? It is under a pile of ash and ruin Deathless since they were forced to cast the die, They lie, resting beside their royal kin. I pray you, where do all the lost souls go? For we see them no more, eternally They lie, lost in silver linings of snow. Lost to wisps of time, waiting, merrily. We wait for when the time should finally bend To meet again at last: all the good men Katharina’s Song If only the swans were as fair as I, They could shatter the moon with their beauty, They could ensnare the mighty lords on high, They could make Kingsguard flee from duty, If only the swans were as fair as I. If only the autumn leaves had my grace, They’d flutter as if dancers on a stage, They’d rustle as if they’d no other place, They'd read far more than any written page, If only the autumn leaves had my grace. If only the stormcrows could sing like me, They would enchant the creatures of the grove, They would lure sailors, like sirens on the sea, They would be diamond to all those who rove, If only the stormcrows could sing like me. The Sunset I passed through mists, and peered beyond the veil To see thee, at least, what seemed to be. Towards the earth the sun had set her sail, And her beauty almost matched your degree. For first I found the flowering lips of rose When, burning bright, a wildfire they blazed. How could the setting sun compare to those: The memory that shall never be erased. But soon I fell into a tender blue, The eyes which could the oceans entire keep. How could the sky hold a candle to you, When epics could be wrought for those eyes deep? And so I promise: you shall never die If here between these sheets of me you'll lie. Godan’s Muse I've ventured 'cross some cold, bleak, distant peaks, But there is naught to e’er compare to thee. The peerless blue above those velvet cheeks: The moonlight to calm every stormy sea. I rolled on waves and I’ve seen dawnings fair, But their beauty can only ever yield To radiance cast by golden strands of hair: The sunlight to sow every fallow field. I’ve cleft the ocean twain on mighty ships, But thus you made the nightingale cry: None could hope to reflect those rosen lips, A flower to charm e’ery wandering eye Then, since lands and sky all hold beauty, I so conclude that Godan’s muse was thee. The Holes of Wintertime Deep in the holes of wintertime I woke Next to your side, by a warm fire of oak. You whispered so quietly in the cold, From your lips wisps of mist did twist and fold. You spoke to me about the spring softly, Said it was made by the lord above, for me. That he made it so we could gently lie Betwixt these hills until one day we die. Hidden way from the warmth of a summer’s Sun, away from the march of the dummers’ Drums, lying under golden oaken leaves, I told you I love you beneath those trees. And yet at last, when the autumn leaves fell You said you were no more under my spell I thought I’d stay together with you, so fair, But you left me there. Soeng Karoseo And the common translation: A Song of Crows Usaer zezr haulyy haldae haenzi Wiem hag dercurvsk denraat, huil zwyzi Padrevar Ybiseo vzrarev kuz koeng Luzeng weld ag wauldlund: Kholv ag walic They poured ‘cross sea upon coasts haeseni At dawn slaying the weak and lame, then these Sons of Iblees set out unto the king Along woodlands, marshes: cold and soaking. Karos kyghyntae zwyen bottel routae Karos trazk raez humovsk viktry velyae. Krusae vatragan ag Godan zakisk: Kursin ag zvaerd usaer byk drazativsk And as honour demands that war be brought The crows struck out to seize the victory sought. Of hearth and faith they were a stalwart shield: With coats of arms and shining blades of steel. Nat lund vatragano supaes szar triek, Va rotasseran nie vokja byk tuek Tamort lafsk hauchoxtzen, lauderre, herzen. Zejr kvesja, warae laujisk aestbrein Upon the fields of flame their spears did meet And dawn ‘til dusk no army knew defeat. There fell warriors great, peasants and lords Above the mud, where Godan’s heavens poured Wiem mortesk feinvrago, tiz stratlyy rot Ag zinsk maeno weo fitsk dlum supaes Got They broke the horde, the rivers stained with blood And sang of men who gave their lives for God. ‘May the storms part in your passing' - Sturmholm family proverb