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☾ ⋆* Delta’s First Ever Alex Skin Auction ☾ ⋆* “Extra pockets!” “Whoa! Magic Pockets!~” Intro + Rules: Welcome to my first ever skin auction! This is a MINA and ALEX SKINS auction only! I will NOT take irl monies. Payment will be taken after the auction closes! Each skin has a reference, if you wish to see it, please let me know. If you want to outbid, make a new comment! Do not edit your comment. Please do not comment unless you are bidding! Each skin has a different price - Bids will increase by 5 mina! Also, please check out my wife's skin auction: envy's skin auction She's got Alex and Steve skins! Bidding Format: Bid: Skin: Discord: Auction Ends: March 30th at 9pm EST Auction fully ends when I comment! Have fun loves xx Golden Rose - 120 Mina A Very Berry Garden - 115 Mina Colorful Robes - 115 Mina Sky Cloud Hanfu - 115 Mina Yellow Fish Hanfu - 115 Mina The auction is officially closed and all skins have been sold! Thank you so much everyone x

✃♛✃Skin Auction.✃♛✃ ✃Information.✃ Collaboration with my husband Delta, find their auction here. [Updated] I take both mina and GBP bids, but money bids are prioritised. I have both Alex and Steve format skins with reference photos for each one. I'll gladly send them to people if asked. Make a new comment if you wish to change your bidding/outbid another. If you edit your original comment it will not count. soz x All biddings start at 100 mina or £5/$7 and can be increased by the minimum of 25 mina or £1/$1. e.g: 125 mina - £6/$8 150 mina - £7/$9 ♛Bidding Format.♛ Skin name: Bid: Discord: ✃Alex Skins.✃ Three From The Sea. Heart Of The Ocean. Harriet. Vidia. ♛Steve Skins.♛ Tilney. The Pirate Medallion. Pirelli's Miracle Elixir. ✃Auction Ends...✃ ... on March 31st, 2am BST. Bids will not be counted after my comment. ✃♛✃Thank You.✃♛✃

* 15-18 Locked away in my symbolic room strapped to the bars of this comfortable prison I’ve known all my life. Confined to do what people expect of me, /confined/ to the role I am placed in on this chessboard. Locked away by the lump in my throat only wishing to speak but the air becomes still as the eyes stare, stare to me for I am different? Or stare to me because I am brave. Eyes that should be a doorway open and welcoming a door that is shut instead. Doors that keep the social “standard” to its quo, why, father, why are these eyes of winter so compelling to the soul? Mother, why is it when they glance with their winter eyes my feet freeze in place? No answer as I have neither to go to when I am sad nor to call for my achievements; it is only me.

STRANGER For the downtrodden. Come, stranger, and leap Across fairest skies and stone Can you learn to finally reap What you have so desperately sown? The soldier wields his mighty sword And strikes through unmatched He has learned he can’t afford To only leave his enemies scratched Oh, how once fairest skies turn dark Clouds marring the light of day The beauty which did once spark Has faded into dullest grey Tell me, fair stranger, how one such as I Can overcome the blackest night For with such ardor do I purify In attempts to return to GODAN’s light As we find ourselves ever forward And the swirl of time besieges you May we leave our regret unmeasured Such endeavors ended without review Come, dear stranger And embrace the Northern sky Find yourself without filter As time passes you by Even the minstrel forever knows With his strings and his lute That he cannot cease unstoppable flows Lest he rend himself mute Tell me, beloved stranger, tell me why Those fair harvests find themselves unknown In favor of the deathly yields, ever dry As the whole of what you have sown? Let yourself not be discouraged For even the once a gentle soul Who has erred and remains disadvantaged Let not words of others keep you from your goal Find it within yourself, darling stranger To uplift those who would see your end And do not let words blister Strengthen yourself, stranger, do not let your spirit bend SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya

ST. CATHERINE’S HOME FOR THE ORPHANED Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, On this day, the 6th of VZMEY AND HYFF, 416 EHR SIGMUNDA, we are proud to announce the establishment of a place where children will be guaranteed safety, no matter their race, nationality, or status. Regardless of whether their parents be deceased or estranged, any child in need is welcome. Education, meals, and shelter shall be provided at no cost to those who take refuge within the walls of St. Catherine’s. In honor of St. Catherine, Patron Saint of Refugees, Integrity, Innocence, and the Vessian People, we extend our hand to those children suffering due to both past and present events created by tension across Almaris. St. Catherine’s lies within the capital city of Hanseti-Ruska, Karosgrad, within the theater building on Wailer Road. Any and all donations are welcome, and the names of the patrons shall be placed within the information book at the entrance to St. Catherine’s. Discord: https://discord.gg/xsVvVBpkGf SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya His Excellency, Johann Fredrick Ludovar, High Justiciar of Hanseti-Ruska, Count of Otistadt, Lord of Kazstadt Her Princely Ladyship. Sibylla Erica Barclay Her Ladyship, Erika Renate Barclay

* From ages 10-14 Charelle began her studies into becoming a Jovenaar while still trying to hold onto the little child-hood she had left before reforming into a woman. It had been some time since her father Erwin Bishop passed away from an Orenian execution. Charelle, who loved her father dearly, was still filled of grief; locking herself away in her room throwing away all that brought her joy and instead putting all her attention into her studies in hopes the pain would seep away into the note and pages of her work. At 13 she began rehabilitating from life out of her room with learning how to bake; as her sister Heleana was soon to be married to a Savoyard noble and move out of the Manor, someone had to replace her as the family cuisinest. Though it was grievous, Charelle's soul would slowly grow to it’s fierce self thought, viewing the world in a new light.

HANSETI-RUSKAN WORKS: ART, LITERATURE, AND MUSIC TABLE OF CONTENTS Songs I. The Haeseni Soldier II. Deryzcz III. Home Across the Mountains IV. The Road to War V. Ode to The Fallen Artwork I. The Siege of Southbridge Poems I. Beneath the Willow Tree II. Gone III. The Perfect Flower IV. Desiring V. Palace of Haverlock SONGS I. The Haeseni Soldier (link) A farmer’s boy with little worth, goes to the army. He joins the soldiers on a march, as his mother prays at home. A farmer’s boy, a soldier boy, wields his long sword bravely. He trains and trains until he faints, and his brothers treat him gently. A farmer’s boy, a soldier boy, his head held high and mighty. He fights for those he loves at home, although it pains him greatly. A farmer’s boy, a soldier boy, is now an admired sergeant. He trains his fellow soldiers, and prays they come back home A farmer’s boy, a soldier boy fights the gruesome wars, And although his mother prays at home, her soldier boy is gone A farmer’s boy, a soldier boy, drifts into the skies. His life was worth so very much, and his brothers cries his name A farmer’s boy, a soldier boy, looks down upon the army. He hopes they keep on fighting, as their Koeng needs them greatly By Her Ladyship, Erika Renate Barclay II. Deryzcz (link) By His Highness, Gustaf Sigismund Morovar III. Home Across the Mountains (link) By Firr Feodor May IV. The Road to War (link) By Firr Feodor May V. Ode to the Fallen (link) By Firr Feodor May ARTWORK I. The Siege of Southbridge (link) By Her Ladyship, Sofiya Antonia vas Ruthern POEMS I. Beneath the Willow Tree (link) Come hither, my darling And join me upon the hill Battle rages across the ground Clashes of might and will Smoke and flame billows Up towards GODAN’s skies Watch as steel meets flashing steel Hear the orphan’s cries Come hither, my darling As we tread this bloodsoaked ground Find your heart and listen To the hallowed sound Deep in the wood Where meadow meets glade There, you shall find it Sitting beneath a willow’s shade Come hither, my darling What is it you hear? The sound of memories long faded Words once held dear Echoes of those long past Sit deep in your heart Gone but not forgotten Never truly apart Come hither, my darling And sit beneath the willow tree Is it not peaceful? Here, you are entirely free GODAN, save the Brotherhood Protect them from melancholy So they may dance forever Beneath the willow tree By Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya II. Gone (link) It dipped into the depths, this last light of mine. Entrenched in this darkness, I waste away in this Gloom ridden tower. The skies floods with dark, Warm colors.. I shout, but I am consumed by The splashing of the waves upon rocks On the cliffside. Nothing remains for all shall Fall into ruin. Just as the sun disappears behind The sea, so too shall you disappear under the earth. By His Lordship, Borris Iver Kortrevich III. The Perfect Flower (link) You are a dream, a myth, a ghost Running through meadows in hopes Of finding the most perfect flower. A trophy to hold up, the greatest boast A shadow to be sung of only in odes The broken stem of a perfect flower By His Lordship, Borris Iver Kortrevich IV. Desiring (link) — Love is a poor actor Always forgetting his lines, Tripping over himself, But anyone who has ever loved Cannot say that He does not plunge Headfirst into his role — The yearning of the heart Is the most deepest of desires. Anyone can be The object of my yearning. Each one is always special, But desiring in itself Is the most desirable thing of all. — Have you ever walked out Amongst the fenland And seen the pale pink Fingers of the sunset Gently reach across the sky, So you can almost feel Them stroke your cheek And have you gone down To the dark, glass surface, And felt the waters Lap gently at the edges of Your face and smiled, Feeling drops trickle down And collect around your lips And sat down on the ridgeline Sighing softly to the horizon As the swans fly across, Smelt snowdrops and jasmine, then Twisted them into a little ring Of delicate and pretty petals, And drank all this in with your gaze — I draw my finger across his face Gently tracing every contour Along his cheek and chin, I pull his jaw close to me; He is a sculpture. His Black, curly hair, velvet lashes, Green eyes. Is this not bliss? But nothing lasts and This too cannot. Though My hate simmers for her, The heart yet cannot lie, and Time polishes all desires and Now I dream such golden dreams Of him. — Enough wine and There is little distinction Between a common harlot And a noble lady Wine tears off all veils And the blemish Becomes the beauty-spot And the latter the former And the former the latter — By Firress Ceciliya Smirnova V. Palace of Haverlock (link) You pull me into this wonderful place in which I do not recognize. Flawlessly, scrubbed, white walls And dustless dark oak floors. I could have sworn that I Saw little specks of twinkling around me as I moved past. What started as a maze, quickly became a game. We duck in and out of rooms, trying to open every Locked door. We run down hallways and spiraling stairs On which, often only leads us back to where we began. It is an Ironic thing, a place large enough to Awe at, yet close enough to barely stand Shoulder to shoulder within the hallways. It is a beautiful, confusing, complex work of art. By His Lordship, Borris Iver Kortrevich Should you wish to have your works published in Volume II, please contact HRH, Klara Elizaveta by bird. (pudding#7426) SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya

A leather-bound tome lies unattended. The pages are stark and clean, suggesting a recent publishing, or attempts at preservation. You pick it up, curious at the title- what are Long Pigs? The answer is likely not what you hoped. To Cook a Longpig Authored by Barbog, Grubgoth of the Iron’Uzg Translated by the Orcish Cultural Revival And Purity project (OCRAP) For too long, brothers and sisters of the Uruk-hai have been left in the dark by the master butchers and Grubgoths of Uruk society. Perhaps these were never meant to be left secret, or forgotten by the masses, but as times and traditions change, so too has our knowledge of the past. Whilst many brothers may still seek out and butcher the longpig like in days past, there is a distinct lack of etiquette about it, and the dishes prepared (if they can even be called such) featuring longpig are woefully inadequate at best, and a slap in the face of Glutros at worst. I shall do my part in redeeming my misguided brothers, sisters, and any who fancy a decent meal of the most coveted meat. TO BUTCHER A LONGPIG As we all know, there are many types of longpig in the world. From the gamey, lean cutlets of the Mali, to the chewy gristle notable in Dweddish meat. Each variety of longpig brings unique textures and exotic tastes to any dish, but all maintain similar anatomy- and thus, similar cuts. Below is a detailed sketch, drafted by a close friend and confidant- whom I paid in meals, of course! The following parts have been carefully labelled and separated on the drawing; Head, ears, jowl, snout, neck, blades, shoulders, hock, back-fat, arms, hands, ribs, flank, belly, loin, rump, lower hock, leg, shank, and feet. Please take careful note of abnormal, non-descendent races. As one might expect, the belching Wonk or the limber Hou-Zi will undoubtedly be cut differently, as their anatomy grows further from traditional longpig cuts. The Musin shan’t be more than a snack. TO MAKE A MEAL OF LONGPIG Whilst cooking the meat itself is none too dissimilar from a hock of lamb or pig belly, one must be careful when selecting your sides! Longpig has a very distinct tone, and, due to its exotic nature, should not be wasted on unfitting dishes. My personal recommendations are as follows: HUMAN - As time-tested-and-true as beef or pig itself. While certainly a cut above livestock, if not just for the hunt involved in procuring this meat, I personally feel that you have better options. Truly, Longpig is meant to be a rare delicacy, and the abundance of humans leave this rather paradoxical- and the tastes and textures themselves are certainly nothing to write home about. If you were to create a barbaric or uncultured dish, then human meat suits perfectly. Burgers and bacon, perhaps, but leave serving longpig before a king to the Mali or Kha. ELF - As much as they may protest when alive, when you get down to the fundamentals- the flesh itself- they’re really all quite similar. Indeed, the tender, gamey, supple meat of the Mali are among my favorite dishes. I cannot speak highly enough of the feasts I have turned the odd botanist or researcher into. Perhaps it is their natural femininity, or their inclination to bookish things, but elves have an unrivaled, juicy tenderness. The finest of red wines, and the most expensive, outlandish sides could never be enough to compete with the meat itself- but perhaps they may make it better by comparison. DWARF - As the stout, tough race toils hard in their mines and are born with muscles taut as stone, so too is this reflected in their meat. If you wish to cook evenly and deeply with this longpig (or shall we call them shortpig?) , then a good tenderizer and elbow grease is required. I can assure you, though, that they make a most excellent brisket if you do, and there is no better iteration of pulled longpig meat, than that painstakingly torn from the Dwed. HALFLING - While it wounds me as a friend of the Weefolk to have to record an entry that may be mistaken as encouraging their slaughter, I only do so in the highest regard as an objective chef. They are, as one may expect, quite similar to the flesh of the human that some allege they originate from. They have more ‘earthy’ notes to them, which some have suggested come from the divergence of ancestry. This pairs well with heady beers and hard liquors. Should you come across the meat of the half-men, I can only suggest one thing; avoid the feet. They are tough, covered in calluses many, many layers deep, and unlike shucking a clam, does not reward you with good grub. WONK - Their anatomy is, quite simply, repulsive to most casual consumers. Even the meat itself is slick and slimy, and the only cure is to char it into a brick- a cardinal sin that no true cook should ever commit. You have two options when it comes to the Wonk as longpig. You may either attempt to recreate certain seafood dishes with Wonk meat, leveraging that sliminess as one might the slippery raw squid, or slick watery vegetables. This, in my opinion, is the best choice for most of the Wonk’s body… except for their hock, leg, and shank. These are fatty and have a texture somewhere between soft fish and poultry. Best when sauteed and stewed! Fun fact: Wonk legs do not stiffen up as fast as most animals upon their demise, and may even twitch when heated up in cooking! HOU-ZI - An odd choice- and I say that proceeding the Wonk! Whilst there are similarities between the Hou-Zi, and races such as halflings and humans, they are an entirely different beast- No offense to Hou-Zi intended! Truly, they ought not be hunted for their meat, as it is rather bland and chewy in the most unpalatable way. Instead, the true delicacy of the Hou-Zi is in the mind… And I say that in the most physical sense. Chilled Hou-Zi brains. Do not question it, merely enjoy it. KHA - Whilst Kha are very few and far between these days, I would argue that only makes the already-exotic taste of the meat feel only that much more so! Truly, in days where Kha would roam our borders in droves, were days where the Ilzgûl blessed our civilizations. There is something so… utterly indescribably, in the juices of Kha meat. I cannot stress this enough- this meat NEEDS to be served rare, if not raw. Any dangers of undercooked meat are well worth the suffering when beer-basted Kha precedes it. MUSIN - Musin themselves have little meat, and are best served as a side of their own. However, should you find yourself with many little mouse-meals, you may find that they are best incorporated as half-dish. Meals such as a mushroom-and-musin kebab, or a chunky stew, would be a wonderful use for these little snacks. SEZZIKBEKK - While their bodies are quite unappealing at first glance, they hold much meat in their more ‘avian’ parts- the thighs, breast, and (on some specimens with less-twisted appendages), wing-meat. Whilst these may be used as a replacement for more common fowl, such as chicken or partridge, they truly shine when deep-fried. Indeed, while I find few things more delicious in this world than Krugtucky Fried Chicken, I have found their equal in Fried Sezzikbekk. TO PLATE A LONGPIG This will, of course, vary by the meat itself, and how you cook it. Humans, halflings, dwarves, and the like will be suitable as plain affairs- one would not be remiss to see human sliders on a plain ceramic tray, and for good reason. For more ‘exotic’ meats, then rest assured, I recommend firmly to play this up in their presentation. Sauteed wonk with a smooth Teriyaki sauce, Musin kebabs wrapped in palm leaves with carefully-threaded skewers connecting the cutlets, and Deep-Fried Sezzibekk stacked like a tower, with garlic powder and shredded kaktuz sprinkled from high above. All of these are presentations I have seen with my own eyes, and they never cease to entertain and enthrall even the most well-fed of critics. Go with your intuition here, but I must repeat from earlier; do not waste your longpig. The taking of a life is much more special here- a cow or chicken are penned and dumb, and the act of bringing one to your table is of absolutely no note. The battle that wins you a prime dish-to-be of longpig, however, means that the meat itself deserves a higher level of respect. Perhaps you may attempt to recreate aspects of that very battle in your plating, but at the very least it makes an entertaining story to share. AFTERWORD Whilst my advocacy for the consumption and proper preparation of longpig cannot be understated, I do not intend for this book to inspire my brothers and sisters to become butchers for the sake of sport. It is the very act of a well-fought battle that makes the meat taste that much more succulent, the comedy of serving a belly cut deep by your friend’s arrow, that is to truly ‘make the meal’. To turn them into common chattel is right-out. Livestock has grown complacent, boring, and dare I say, a turn-off to many chefs. Respect the intent behind serving longpig, by not abusing the source the Ilzgûl have so generously provided. They are the sustenance after a battle, not some simpering beast to be penned and bred for grub alone. But, above all else; Cook well, my friends. -Barbog

VE BLAUWMS I HANSETI-RUSKA, VOLUME TWO Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, This document is a continuation of VE BLAUWMS I HANSETI-RUSKA, VOLUME ONE. Please read the first volume before the following. FLOWERS Ve Daffodil This flower is most commonly found in shades of white, yellow, or a mixture of the two. However, they can be spotted in red, pink or orange. Signifying rebirth, new beginnings, beauty, admiration, truth, and honesty, these flowers are perfect for gifting. One should be wary of pairing them with other flowers that may have other meanings (see first volume), for then the humble daffodil becomes a token of death and vanity. Ve Crocus Symbolizing rebirth, romantic devotion and joy, the crocus comes in a variety of different colors. Often found in shades of lavender, pale pink or white, these flowers only bloom when spring is near. These flowers make perfect gifts, not having any of the pesky double meanings that can easily trick the ignorant and ill prepared. Ve Cyclamen Blooming in white, pink, lavender and red, the cyclamen symbolizes devotion, empathy, and sincerity of the heart. Perfect for a loved one, the cyclamen is one of the easier flowers to grow. It is planted as bulbs, giving them the perfect heartiness to survive in the climate of Hanseti-Ruska. Ve Kaffir Lily Often growing in red, white, orange and yellow, kaffir lilies are signs of purity and commitment. These flowers are perfect to use in cathedrals, basilicas and churches. Using them in religious ceremonies, such as weddings and baptisms, is said to impart good luck on the attendees. Ve Phlox Symbolizing unity of souls, love, sweet dreams and proposal, phlox is the perfect flower to give to your potential spouse. This flower comes in white, purple, blue, red and pink, making it a popular flower to use in weddings. Ve Andromeda Blooming in pink, white and deep red, the andromeda is a harbinger of spring, only blooming when the weather just starts to turn. As such, this flower carries meanings of rebirth and new beginnings, perfect for a gift to someone one wishes to make amends with. Ve Iris This species of iris only blooms in periwinkle, a mixture between blue and purple. Traditionally symbolizing valor, wisdom and faith, this flower is perfect as a gift for any soldier either going to or returning from war. This marks the end of VE BLAUWMS I HANSETI-RUSKA, thank you for reading. SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya

VE BLAUWMS I HANSETI-RUSKA, VOLUME ONE Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik, The following document contains the different types of flowers within Hanseti-Ruska that hold importance to the culture of the kingdom. To be used at the people’s discretion, these blooms can be used for bouquets or Hauchmetvas Wreaths that one might wish to bestow a special meaning to. FLOWERS Ve Camellia Traditionally found in hues of white, red or pink, the camellia is one of the flowers that can bloom in Hanseti-Ruska’s harsh climate. Notoriously hard to grow, the camellia can only be found in select regions of the kingdom unless they are grown within greenhouses. Whilst white camellias symbolize adoration for someone well-liked, pink and red camellias display a longing for someone who is missed. Ve Snowdrop The snowdrop is commonly meant to symbolize purity, innocence, sympathy, rebirth and hope, this purely white flower is perfect as a gift for a young woman. The people of Hanseti-Ruska should be aware, be they lay person or nobility, that some snowdrops tend to be larger with a slight green hue. It should be noted that if the slightly green snowdrops are gifted to someone, the intent behind the gift is to subtly call into question all the qualities a snowdrop usually embodies, implying that the receiver has none of those qualities, or even the opposite of them. Ve Lenten Rose The lenten rose, like the snowdrop, is another flower that carries hidden meanings. Blooming in red, purple, yellow, green, blue, lavender and pink, they are often said to symbolize hope. That said, one should never gift a green lenten rose to anyone they hold interest in. The green color of the flower blends into the delicate stems, indicating the gifter has not thought of the receiver in any capacity other than in passing. Ve Holly Bush Holly is often used to portray fertility and long life. Often, those who cannot afford proper medical care bathe their infants in water that has recently been boiled with holly and allowed to cool. It is whispered to protect the children from harm, as a good luck charm. Ve Jasmine The fragrant white flowers of jasmine are often used to make perfumes, though the meaning of the blooms are wonderful all on their own. Often given with the meaning of love attached to them, jasmine also symbolizes beauty, good luck, appreciation and purity. However, one must beware when gifting these flowers. If paired with a snowdrop, especially a green snowdrop, the combination signifies promiscuity on the part of the receiver. It can be counted as a great insult. Ve Witch Hazel It is whispered, perhaps heretically so, that witch hazel has the uncanny power to divine the future or to reveal the truth. Perhaps rightly so, witch hazel holds a horrible reputation. Although useful in some medical instances, it should never be gifted to those you hold in high esteem. It can be used to indicate the gifter believes the receiver is lying, either in general or more specifically. It is seen as uncouth to gift the plant to even one’s enemies. Ve Aconite This stark purple bloom often signifies misanthropy, caution, and death. The plant is incredibly poisonous, causing pain in the stomach, vomiting and nausea if ingested. One should be especially careful when handling it, and it is the height of disgrace to gift aconite to a living person. On the other hand, this flower is one of the best to use in funeral processions. Volume Two of VE BLAUWMS I HANSETI-RUSKA is soon to follow. SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Prinzenas Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya

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

7th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1857 So it came, another weary night for the old Duke of Cathalon. He had spent the eve pacing his halls, ever drained from the ordeals of recent years. Once he had all the piss and vinegar of youth, but father time had seen to that. His hand grazed over a dusty windowsill, recoiling as he took notice of the wrinkles that adorned the appendage. “All that you see before you is yours, dear. From the River Reden to the Petra, all that falls beneath the statue of the horse is yours.” He heard his mother say, recalling the touch of her hand on his brow and the golden tresses that would wreath him in an embrace. It was a simpler, boring time. It almost moved the Duke to a smile, were it not for the dagger that punctured his mind for daring to recall. Her death was but the first that he could not put right, the thought unsettling him as he gave a final look out over the hills dissolving into dusk. Beside him now paced a phantom of his younger days, moving through the vaunted Cheval Hall. He sparred with the pottery as a boy, practicing his spins, twirls, and pirouettes as he had been taught. Below he saw himself drinking with friends, belligerent in his candor as he socked a bard in the mouth. He also saw his sister come and go, the presence of his elder sibling he greatly missed as she departed at last with an easel and wrapped portraits. Arriving at the door of his bedroom, he took a glance back to it all now. Where once had been visions of himself, he saw his children scurrying about the halls. In one corner his sons Helton Rhodes and Owyn Leopold quarreled, fighting over whose turn it was to shoot the arbalest. Another he saw his daughters Henrietta Therese and Francesca Ada fuss with their dresses and braiding each other’s hair. At the windowsill he saw Guinevere Amadea throw down a rope of bedsheets to escape for the night while Saturnina Cyrille fidgeted with her hands, contemplating tattling on her younger sister. Then there was Daphne Priscilla, no more than four at the time, cradling the newborn Laurentina Marigold wrapped in swaddling clothes. The Duke lingered there for a time, finding some small contentment before the beat of his heart struck like a hammer, pressing him on. Within his room was darkness as he was greeted by a pale specter of a woman whose back was turned to him, Raven-haired, he knew it to be his wife Leopoldine Vivien and so the Duke moved to embrace his beloved. He imagined the warmth of her touch, shutting his eyes as tears sprung forth and dripped through the vision of his wife. Still, however, she did not turn to him. “You know this is not real…” she murmured to him, “I know.” He murmured back, collecting himself after a few breaths. When the Duke opened his eyes the specter now faced him recalling every gruesome detail of the dead woman. She was devoid of eyes, peering at him with empty sockets that bleed over her porcelain skin, her neck ripped and torn open as if by some savage beast. Thus did the Duke’s torment begin and every image of his dead loved ones appeared within the room. The twisted form of his mother Blanche, broken by the fall she had taken. The contorted neck of his daughter Daphne who had likewise fallen from a height, unable to breath in her last moments. Then there was his eldest daughter Henrietta who had perished most recently. He had only seen after she had been prepared for the funeral pyre, but nevertheless the eerie stillness of her form was enough to unnerve him. So many were gone now, what a truly terrible thing it was for a father to outlive a child. Beyond the dead, however, the Duke saw a light come through in the windows of his bedroom. The landscape that had so recently fallen into the night was now engulfed in flame. In the shadows cast over the land, he saw the fates that were still to come, small horrors in and of themselves. The Duke shut the curtains and turned to the dead. “I’ve had enough for the night.” He spoke aloud and they did vanish, leaving him alone in the dark. Shutting his eyes, the Duke made ready for bed, retracing his way around the room from memory. Outside he heard the whinny of a horse and the clip-clop of its hooves, no doubt one from his own stables, paying it no mind he crawled into bed. Thomas Andrew then laid down and died. R.I.P. 1793-1857

The Second Ferry Agreement, 1856 13th of Malin’s Welcome, 1856 I. The Ferrymen will receive 3,000 minas in payment. II. The Ferrymen will be given land in the Holy Orenian Empire at the conclusion of the war. III. The Ferrymen Quartermasters will be granted command authorization for raids, skirmishes, battles, etc, given pay equivalent to the General of the ISA, and be allowed a place in the Imperial Crown’s council of war. IV. The Ferrymen will agree to provide mercenaries and to assist the Holy Orenian Empire in the next Imperial offensive or defensive operation. AD DEI GLORIAM, HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Philip III, Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Adria, and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera HER IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Anastasia I, Holy Orenian Empress, forever August, Queen of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duchess of Ves, Duchess of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Adria, and Lorraine, Baroness of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera. His Imperial Excellency, Duke of Azor, Lord Joseph d’Azor His Excellency, Lord Ivan var Ruthern Banjo, The 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, Defeater of Racism, Debearder of Grand Kings, Sailor of the Seas, 2x Mr. Almaris, Emperor of the Roads, Lord of Shipwreck Keep, Occupier of New Providence, 40 Star General, The Greater Lobster Fisherman, Premortem Saint of Epic Ballads, Protector of the Farfolk

POSTERS HANG AROUND THE WORLD OF ALMARIS The papers would read; JOIN TODAY! The Gold Bulls (Golden Bulls of Mortemgarde) Follow the teachings of Yemekar, and Aelif. The true high gods of Almaris! Fight like a true warrior and make your way into the eyes of the gods. Reject Modernity and make the North, great once again. Follow Hyperborea and Ancient Northmen ways! Help us spread the word through sacrifice, change and adventure. 555 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------============================---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Erik also known as, Erik Wit'an'axe The Future king of the great North Applications: Discord: ING (In-game name):

[!] An ornate missive would be sent across the realm, a delicate golden border lining each piece. A lavish letter would detail this announcement: The Emir of the Fakhr Oasis, the glorious falcon, Qamar ibn Zayd al-Nabeel, humbly invite you to witness the union of the Qamar ibn Zayd al-Nabeel and his partner Fatimah bint Thamer al-Hadad. All are welcome to attend a traditional Qalasheen ceremony, followed by a beautiful reception. The reception will include a feast, dancing, games, and friendly competitions to celebrate this wonderful union. The Oasis Palms restaurant, the ultimate romantic destination, will be open to all, catering to the feasts. Special invitations would be sent to the following: His Majesty, Vane Edvarsson, King of Norland, and his esteemed family The Illustrious Zhu, Tianrui Ryu, and his esteemed cabinet and noble family Signed, Sayyid, Qamar Bin Zayd, Sheikh of the Nabeel, Emir of the Fakhr [OOC Note: The Wedding will be on Wednesday 12th of January 01/12/2022 @ 6 PM EST]

(The Siege of Southbridge.) A Warhorn. Sudden and roaring as dawn broke, signaling the preparation of tripartite forces for the invasion of Southbridge. A fleet of dwarven ships equipped with specifically designed dwarven trebuchets lay anchored before the Orenian fort. On its flank the Tripartite war camp, housing the bulk of the alliance's forces along with its own array of trebuchets were assembled, its soldiers ready for the attack. Opposite the war camp, Orenian forces were seen on top of Southbridge preparing their own trebuchets in sight of the camp below. Suddenly the sound of giant rocks flying through the air, finding their intended marks, could be heard, the first volley of Tripartite trebuchets destroying half of the Orenian trebuchets sending wooden debris flying through the air. Ferrymen and Blackvale forces led by Banjo and Gaspard immediately pushed into the courtyard of Southbridge slaughtering any Orenian trebuchet crews caught off guard by the flank force. The combined dwarven and BSK trebuchets made quick work of the weak walls of Southbridge, making them collapse and creating a clear pathway for the alliance forces to invade the interior. Under the command of Ailred Var Ruthern and Bakir Ireheart the alliance forces charged forth into the rubble of Southbridge seeking out and cutting down any orenian seen within the ruins, including the general of the ISA and the Orenian Emperor. Bodies of the defenders of Southbridge littered the ground above and under the rubble. The Fort was reduced to clay and brick ruins housing the coffins of thousands of Orenians, forever. After the battle was finished the forces of The Grand Kingdom of Urguan and the Kingdom of Haense marched into the lands behind Southbridge and placed Urguan and Haense banners signifying the victory over the cowardly Philip III. Narvak oz Urguan, Krusae Zwy Kongzem OOC: Screenshots Warclaim Videos:

[!] In Almaris, a crudely constructed snowman would sit in the middle of the town squares everywhere, with a letter attached to it. Salutamu! I am Yaşamın! and I am in search of my father! well, I am pretty sure my actual father is dead! but please help me find this man, he is my new papa! I met him when I snuck out of my family's house, in search of my really Pappa who went to go get cigarettes, it's alright, like I said he's probably dead. but I need to find this one, so please help me! I drew a description of him and his name. His name is Lucian, and he has a funny accent that makes me giggle, mr. pappa if you see this, please leave a letter on one of my mr. snowmanses From: Yaşamın [!] a dried splotch stained the paper, as if a child had eaten some snow from her snowmen, and coughed onto the missive by accident. A small Illatian would be seen waddling around Oren, having returned to her snowman, only to see another write a response on her sign, seizing the paper before turning around to shout. "HEY! WHERE'S MY PAPPA?! WHO WROTE THIS?!"

RECAPTURE OF THE BASTION 15th of Snow Maiden, Year 57 SA “Jesus Pablo is ballin’ out on Ferrymas” - Banjo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CduA0TULnow 1,200 Tripartite forces composed of Ferrymen and Irehearts marched on the roads towards the heart of the Imperial Capital, New Providence, to deal a devastating blow to Imperial forces. Under the command of Captain Banjo and Commander Bakir Ireheart, the small band bandited the roads of Oren until they approached the bridge, all that stood in their way of entering the city was a 1,500 force o’ wig-wearing lobsters. One could say you could hear the rattle of their metal-bucket hats as they quivered in fear at the sight of the notorious Ferrymen. The battle first started at the foot of the bridge, where both sides exchanged arrowfire. Seeing as this exchange of volleys led to a stalemate, the Ferrymen tactically led a maneuver around the bridge, flanking the Orenian forces as they were caught in utter dumbfounded surprise. Their little lasting bravery was soon replaced by cowardice as they routed back to the security of their gates- or so they thought. They stubbornly attempted to push out of their gates, but they were met with dwarven steel and Ferrymen prowess as their men were slaughtered like dogs. The Imperials were very wrong to think they were safe behind their walls and gates. A small detachment of Ferrymen consisting of Jesus Pablo, Diome Indoren, Banjo, and Mika managed to breach past their iron doors and began to take the entire force on their own. There within the gates, Jesus Pablo showed his ferociousness and prowess on the battlefield as he single handedly charged in a moment of bloodlust into a group of Orenians. His savage charge proved useful as it opened the opportunity for the rest of the Ferrymen to push through the gates and into the hearth of the city. 1,100 Imperials dead. Once more the bastion and city fell to the hands of the Ferrymen. Signed, Banjo, The 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, Defeater of Racism, Debearder of Grand Kings, Sailor of the Seas, 2x Mr. Almaris, Emperor of the Roads, Heir to Shipman Keep. Bakir Ireheart, Clan Father of the Irehearts, Legion Commander, King’s Hand

+—---------------------------------------------------------------------+ It was cold and dark, the rain fell in torrents against the poorly maintained roofs of the town. The ground was slick with frigid rainwater, muddy and swamp-like, the soft thump of boots echoing audibly down the alleyway breaking the man from his train of thought. The soldier perked his gaze upward towards the approaching figure, a fuzzy outline of what appeared to be a man stared back at him, lumbering back and forth as he seemed to trudge uneasily through the muck. The night only grew darker as the courier approached, the soft flicker of the candle within his gloved hand wavering beneath the violent whips of the wind. From across the space between them, muffled beneath the constant downpour, a low voice emerged from behind the cloth coated messenger, the dull reflection of struggling fire shimmering in his eyes. “They’ve sent for you, you know? They want you back.” Came the gravelly murmur, the figure still swaying from side to side as it spoke. The veteran felt his fingers curl into his palms, pressure turning his knuckles white as he gazed upon the future he had tried so hard to run from. Sweat began to form upon his brow, congealing with the droplets of rain as it ran down his face, indistinguishable from the rest of the flowing liquid. Choking out words, he sputtered out a response. “I know, of course I know. And I want you to tell the-” His speech disappeared into a soft mumbling as the wind roared forward from above the buildings, rattling the very frame of the rotting constructions with thunderous sound. Stumbling slightly he opened his mouth to speak once more, quickly silenced by the voice across from him. “Tell them what? That you’re hiding from your duty? That you’re camped out here in the rain and sleet, muttering to yourself like a coward?” The jagged insults bit into him like a rabid dog, tearing at his confidence until nothing was left but the mauled scraps of an assuredness that once was raging within him. He could feel it now, the queasy nausea building in his gut as he felt the aggressive glare melt from his face, replaced with only subdued panic. “Exactly, come to the place where we embarrassed their finest, there you will find the rest.” Words fluttered from the concealed face of the courier as it spun to turn it’s back toward the old man, trotting away into the furious rage of the wind with nothing but the muffled sound of his mud soaked boots. Alone he stood, the uncomfortable itch spreading slowly across his stagnant body as he struggled to decide his next course of action. The rain only increased in its ferocity, now loudly beating upon the ramshackle roofs as more water began to tumble down upon him, his focus wavering as it did so. In his mind there were only two options, they would come for him in the morning and take his skull, or he would go to them, and pledge his heart once more to the cause. As he stepped forward, uncrossing his arms from across his chest, he could feel the air once more enter his lungs, breath finally exhaled to the relief of his torso. He saw there, upon the ground, a missive left for him by the courier, bright golden lettering dulled by the weather, its symbol crooked. +—------------------------------------------------------------------+ A SUMMON FROM THE BRIGADA Dictated by the powers of the Garrison present at the step of a great triumph, a call rings true to all the son’s and daughter’s of our beloved Mother. To report to the place of a great triumph, promptly, is not only your duty as soldiers, but your duty as men of true devotion to our cause. Dispersed, discarded, we call out to you, return to your family. Return to your brother’s and sister’s, embrace them with the truth of our people. Viva Mercatorii +—------------------------------------------------------------------+ Many of these missives are spread across the far reaches of Almaris, stuffed into the folds of mailboxes and jammed beneath the lids of barrels they sit as a reminder of a specter thought long dead.

A Letter Regarding Your Beds To the Vullier household, from a friendly dwarf. Now, while I am no expert on sleep, I do know a few things on a good nights rest. Not too long ago during the War, before your weak Emperor was embarrasingly coup'd, I raided your house, with ease I must say, and I came upon many of your rooms with beds. Now, one of the rooms stood out in particular, which I assume was your sons rooms. An issue I had with their beds, was how stiff they were, me and my partner layed in them, and soon found how uncomfortable they were, and as a warrior, one of many Wig-Wearer slayers, need to rest my back after slaying many an Orenian fool. So, I write you this letter, as a warning. A good nights rest, can lead to many positive things, and a stiff bed, one that of your sons, will only lead to their death on the battlefield. Another benefit of a soft bed is one more grim, but not uncommon for Orenians, it gives a soothing sense, after a long battle lost, watching many friends fall in battle to dwarven battlaxes can be tiring, and a soft bed sooths the blow. So next time I wish to visit, as I will, I hope to see you have a soft bed, and one that does not stain, for when blood will be spilt, I wish not to ruin your mattress. Sincerely, A Friendly Dwarf https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ag1o3koTLWM

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The Myrinian Guard 52 S.A. The Myrinian Guard is the main military force of Myrine, serving as a first defense against its enemies. The Guard serves as an important role in the upkeep of Myrine, as well as the protection of its people. Serving within the ranks of the Guard is of the most utmost honors one can receive within Myrine. Regular Ranks Initiate The beginning rank within the Guard, those who first enlist will start as Initiates. Those in the Initiate rank will learn basic combat skills and eventually go on to specialize in one style of combat. Footman The backbone of the Guard, footmen are the infantry force of the Guard. They have met the standards of which it means to be fully ranked within the Guard, excelling in both combat and battle tactics. Cavalryman On equal ranking in the hierarchy with Footmen, these are men who excel in the art of fighting on horseback. Cavalrymen are few in the guard, and only the best make it to this rank. Bowman On equal ranking in the hierarchy with Footmen, bowmen are the ranged force of the Guard. Their accuracy and precision with a bow must be pin-point. Officer Positions Captain The leader of the Myrinian Guard, second only to the Baron on the battlefield. The Captain is the highest ranking somebody can obtain in the Guard. The Captain is tasked with organizing the guard, training the lower ranks, and leading the Guard into battle. The Captain of the Guard has full authority over the Guard, and his orders must be obeyed. Armsman The lowest officer ranking of the Guard. Armsmen have proven their military prowess and their ability to lead. Armsmen are responsible for handling the Captain’s tasks when he is not present. Armsmen are entrusted to help lead the Guard alongside the Captain, and should actively work towards the betterment of Myrine and the Guard. Duties The Guard’s most important duty is to act as a defense force in times of immediate crisis. The Guard must always be ready to defend Myrine and it’s citizens from external threats. The Guard is also tasked with manning the gates and defenses, patrolling Myrine’s lands as well as the city, and guarding important figures. Trainings Basic Training Basic training applies to Initiates looking to rank up to a more specialized role within the Guard (Infantry, Cavalry, or Ranged). In this type of specific training, an initiate must train their own individual skills in fighting. These trainings are usually held on a smaller scale between an Officer and the Initiate looking to be trained. Once their skills meet Guard standards, they will be promoted to the rank that fits them. Specific Skill Training Officers can lead specific training on different skills that they deem necessary. Those who wish to excel in these particular skills, such as cavalry, bowmanship, and/or infantry, should attend these training. Group Training Rather than focusing on individual skills, these group trainings are meant to mimic real time battles, giving the guard the needed experience to respond to many of the situations they will be required to fight in. In this classic style of training, the guard will be split into the two teams, each with their own commanding officers, and will be pitted against each other in many different environments or situations. Formations Spear As the name implies, the spear is a formation which is shaped as the arrowhead of the spear. This formation is incredibly useful in charges meant to break enemy lines. Wall Used mostly to shield from ranged attacks or to display a show of power in numbers, the wall is a single filed line of soldiers. Waves The formation waves signals for Guards to create a rectangle or box. This formation is mostly used when guarding people or things of extreme importance from some type of enemy attack. To Join: Fill out this application: [Link] Talk to the Captain or an Armsman.

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

Arrival of Clan Kazimir Przybycie Klanu Kazimir Preamble Years ago, the La Waevra Clan was formed by Chieftess Rebeka la Waevra in the Kingdom of Norland. The clan was later dissolved about 15 years later, with the death of Rebeka la Waevra. While much of the family still remains, living predominantly in the Kingdom of Norland and Duchy of Rozania, they are no longer considered a clan. The changing of the names, and the changing of a leader, a new journey for all. A Long Past In 26 SA in the Kingdom of Norland, Rebeka la Waevra, a Norlandic native herself, had officially formed the la Waevra Clan. Consisting of her family and close friends, now bannermen, she embarked out of the Kingdom of Norland to the South to find riches as well as a safe place to settle and help rule. She first held her clan in Sutica, with a large house there that could house all the members. Many dinners were held there, and she made many connections to places near her, The Barony of Rhein and Sarissa. After some time, she began helping those in Sarissa to build a new settlement closer to the North, and near good friends of hers in Yong Ping. Whilst she assisted in building a small Duchy with the Duke William Buckfort, she had laid the foundation of a strong and long-lasting dynasty. Trouble would however find her with the Sedanian and Savoyard’s banditry and the subsequent forced conversions of herself and her kinsmen in the Duchy of Rozania. With the Rozanians crippled, morally and physically, the treacherous Canonists continued their banditry and slaughter. Eventually, with that, the sadness of her daughter Sionnach's engagement to an undead, and the death of her first husband Lomiei, Rebeka was led to take her own life. This impacted the Clan significantly leaving all members shocked, and distraught, and within her final will she requested Clan la Waevra be dissolved. This also dissolved all partnerships, alliances and official documentation between many close groups of the clan, from all over. Leaving her Norland shop to her daughter Leyna. Leyna moved to Norland, and moved much of the remaining members of the clan to a home there. After much debate, Leyna decided that it would truly be best for them to stay a clan, and attempted to relight the candle which her mother blew out. A New Beginning Leyna, the eldest of the La Waevra’s is taking the torch inevitably passed to her. Continuing her legacy, and helping those who feel lost with the death of her mother. She would like to continue on, leading as her mother did. Better perhaps, and having a truly strong, united, peaceful family. From this day forward, the woman who is to continue this path will now be known by the name Leyna Kazimir. This new name, Kazimir, means peace-bringer in Rozanian language. This is due to the kindness, and objectivity that makes them good writers, diplomats and knowledge seekers. They still have a fighting will, and strength paired with their mediation skills which make them ideal leaders. Shall those in the Kazimir Clan persevere and remain strong, in this time of change. All of the La Waevra’s shall now use the name Kazimir, as a show of strength for the changed Clan. Clan Kazimir of The Kingdom of Norland. A strong group with hearts of warriors, brains of scholars, personality and relations of diplomats, and the soul of readers and writers. Where Rebeka first started, Leyna shall now continue, a full circle.

Our message is to those who turn hate toward free people, the ones who beat innocent children, men, women and more in the name of a higher power. This is the official document, stating the creation of the Pride Rights Activist Group. This group is inclusive, of all races, genders and sexual orientation for everyone across Almaris. We welcome you to join us in this group, and in the fight for our lives against the ones who take our lovers, our sisters, and our brothers from us. They demand we conform, that we hide in the shadows of who we are, but I say we fight back, we show them who we are in a protest that will take back our freedom. Join us to fight, or join us to support. We are family, and we matter. Signed, Doc, Leader of the Pride Revolution