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A ROYAL CHILD BIRTH OF THE DUCHESS OF BARANIA KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM Issued by THE CROWN Naf zwy 5th hag i Wzuvar ag Byvca i 482 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, Shortly upon the beginning of Lifstala, the Queen-Consort Sofia Camila of Hyspia found herself with child once more, and no such better time could she have done so. The season of love and romance, which sees the next generation of a Kingdom coming shortly thereafter. This tiny Princess came to be with us just a day before the ending of the season, fussing and whining as the midwife within the clinic of St. Amyas aided in bringing her into this world. Born in the darkness of the night, the stars glittered above as lanterns were struck to provide light in the bustling clinic and it was under those lanterns light, the baby girl's appearance could be seen. Just like her father, she holds crystalline blue eyes and she has a full head of dark brown hair much like her mothers. Keeping with both the mother and fathers familial traditions, she has been granted names containing Haeseni, Hyspian and Rhenyari based aspects to them and with that, we do so happily formally announce and introduce our daughter: HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, THE DUCHESS OF BARANIA, Amelya Riya Tara Irena Eliana Camila Barbanov-Bihar @kaylacita Damar lifsti va Edlerviki, His Royal Majesty, Georg, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Order of the Crow, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Siegrad, Werdenburg, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, and Toruv, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Buck, Thurant and Astfield, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera. Her Royal Majesty, Sofia of Hyspia, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess of Hyspia, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Siegrad, Werdenburg, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, and Toruv, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Buck, Thurant and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, Protector and Lady of the Highlanders, etcetera.

Nataliya Reza, writing her letter in Freeport. Hello, to those whom are reading this letter. three years it has been since the execution of the former Princess Royal, Nataliya Reza Barabanov-Wick. As you may know, rumors have been floating about, that she has survived. And I am here to share with you, that those rumors are true. I am Alive. "Name and Business." an Oren Guard inquired as he looked down upon the figure, hidden behind a dark cloak. "Nataliya Reza." The woman stated simply, pulling the cloak away from her head, revealing herself as her sapphire gaze darted upward towards the guard. The man paused for a moment. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" he inquired in a perplexed manner. "I know many people who want me to be." she offered a gentle chuckle. "I need to lay off the drinking." the guard simply shook his head before flipping the lever, allowing Nataliya to enter Providence. the 'lot of you are probably curious as to how I survived, if you are looking for a logical scientific answer, that I cannot give you. Or perhaps I could, but I am not a professional in that field so the only possible thing I could offer is theories. "Next!" An ISA Soldier called out, a line of people would be seen outside of the church, The Coronation of the new Emperor. "Next Please!" the ISA Soldier called out once again, causing the line to inch forward every-so-often. A Child could be seen bouncing up and down beside her mother before accidentally stepping backwards onto a woman's shoe. The girl spun. "I'm sorry Miss!" Nataliya then offered the young child a warm smile. "It's alright dear, it happens to the best of us da?" The Child's mother turned about. "I'm so sorry, she's a bit-" She then paused, squinting her eyes at the Haeseni woman before stating. "You look familiar. . ." Perhaps It was Godan's protection over me, sending Angle's to watch over. Godan does protect the innocent and punish the wicked after all. Or perhaps it could've been the Barbanov's before, watching above with anger that their own Kin turning against each other, condemning one of them to death for crimes they did not commit. "Next!" The Soldier called out. Nataliya stepped forth with outstretched arms to her side, allowing to be patted down for weaponry. "Nat?" A familiar voice called, one of Anna Henrietta's "How did- you survived?" the woman appeared to be dumbfounded by this discovery. "Da! And I will share how I survived when this is over." she chuckled softly before entering the church Or perhaps I was saved by the Knight's Terrible aim whom assaulted me moments before, and his lack of knowledge how to properly check for vitals. who knows? Nataliya entered the church, sauntering past groups of people whom turned with looks of shock and surprise as she passed by. whispers would be exchanged by the men and women as the Haeseni Princess found a spot next to her dear friend Margaux, conversing with the youthful woman whom had just lost her mother. whilst Sir Candle sat in the pew behind, making sure nobody attempted to attack sweet Margaux or Nataliya. A young boy with an oversized beret would sit in the pew in front, fooling around before turning to gaze at the architecture. After a moment, the young boy would recognize a familiar face. his visage paled upon the sight of his aunt, thinking as if he saw a ghost. He then Hastily turned back forward confused. Though what I do know, is that my Kingdom is not what it used to be. It saddens me to see my own country men whom I used to put my life on the line for turn their backs on me. I've fought along side men who gave up their lives to protect my Kingdom and myself. and I will never forget those faces. each face who had stood in the way when a blade or any weaponry that was swung my way, even when I was disowned. they were still willing to protect me. My Uncle Ser Demetrius, Ser Ivan, Rozalina Baruch, Arminus Wick, my husband and many others. Good men and women of Haense who were willing to still protect me even though my titles were stripped from me. These people had honor and respect. And I had earned theirs. A small child would be seen walking the rainy streets of providence, his head hung low, the beret dangling from his head before pausing mid-tracks. the child then spotted a petite woman, holding a black umbrella over her head as she gaze at the young barbanov with her sharp sapphire eyes. but where is that honor and respect now? Never in my life have I seen such cowards in my Kingdom. Knight's who went through tedious trials, to earn their names and moniker's, cower like dogs with their tales in-between their legs when my so called nephew, the King ordered my execution without trial? Or that their own King spoke the words of Iblees, clearly possessed by a demonic creature, but no one batted an eye? being apart of the royal army was an honor! yet you treat it like some medal that makes you better than the rest of the people of your kingdom whom you took an oath to protect. Respect and Honor is not something that gets bestowed upon, you earn it. Any man who must state 'I am the King' is no true King. And yet, that is all I heard from my brother and nephew's mouths. A good King is humble, Kind but also just and stern. And the past rulers lacked many of those qualities whether you want to hear it or not. You claim you do your work for The King's and Queen's before us but they would spit in your direction and call you the traitor for what you have created! Otto paused, gazing at his aunt with shock and disbelief before shaking his head left to right, neglectful to accept the fact “Vy are niet real, vy are just like my mamej who does niet come back! Papej says vy are just my thinker playing tricks on me.” The greatly oversized beret swayed with every head movement, almost dropping off his head. Nataliya Reza's smile soon dropped into a frown at her nephew's statement. The Princess pondered at the thought before extending her hand out towards her nephew. “You’re going to find child that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view. the truth is often what ve make of it; you heard what you wanted to hear, believed what you wanted to believe.” She answered softly as her sapphire gaze still sat upon Otto.“ I am real as the trees planted here, the air you breathe.” Her hand still hung extended towards his, awaiting for him to touch it to prove she is alive. Otto August reluctantly shot a glare up to meet the woman's eyes for a brief second. Though after a few more moments passed he would raise his hand towards hers, a small flinch being felt as they made true contact and a gasp coming from the boy “Nie.. How did vy?” Though vague she could likely understand what he was referencing to. You feed your people lies. Ever since my father's death you greedy spawns of Iblees dug your claws so deep into the lines of Barbanov's, playing them like puppets. Choosing Queen's who have the spines of damp rags because you know they're easy to manipulate. Casting me out because I was not a pawn to your game of chess! genociding innocent lives because they speak the truth that you do not want to be spread! As the two Barbanov's conversed a young man strolled up standing next to the woman. Her son Casimir Rupert. The Wick's stark green eyes narrowed at the young boy. "He is nie' family." Nataliya huffed at his words. "Casimir be loving, he is nie' Heinrik. Otto is kind." Casimir stood idle, continuing to shoot daggers at Otto before answering. "Da? that is what you said to me when I met Heinrik. And now look." his tone grown more irritable. "my mamej seems to forget that the men of Haense and the King, her nephew, wasted no time at all to attempt to burn the flesh right off her bones. . . I wonder how many will burn at this one hands" The young Wick then stormed off without saying another word. It was clear that he had a hatred for the Barbanov's and rightfully so, and could not understand why his mother still held some kindness to a few. And now. . . you spread the lies of me being a witch! Where did these lies spread from? Last I remember, my family and I resided in Freeport. And before that, it was Providence where I was respected better than my own Kingdom. Did you want to get rid of me because is see through your lies and know your darkest secrets? Or Perhaps something else? It is beyond my comprehension as to why I am constantly sought out and to be messed with when I have never done anything traitorous against my kingdom and have done nothing to harm it, except speak my mind. But that's where the Irony lies. I am doing harm. I'm damaging the walls of your fabrication of falsehood. Some of you been told that I am against Haense, but that is false. I am for my Kingdom, I am for Haense. I am against the people who are sending and digging their corrupted roots into the soil of it. And I will not stand by, saying nothing and watch it burn to the ground. While all the innocents suffer from your corruptness and pride. Nataliya parted ways with her young nephew, hoping that this one would not turn his back on her. The Princess made her way out of Providence, to the docks where a ship rocked side to side in the bay. Stepping onto it before offering the sailor mina as she sat down on a bench, a cloak wrapped around her to keep herself warm. "Where to?" the sailor inquired curiously. "To Freeport, please." she responded gently. The Sailor let out a hearty laugh. "You're a mad woman if you live there!" The Princess lifted her gaze to him once again. "perhaps I am." Say what you will about me. Call me a traitor a witch a Disgrace a Monster whatever word comes first into your head when you think of me. I've been called those my entire life, but I do not care. If had to revisit the pain and sorrow I went through to arrive where I am now, I'd do it all over again. I have a loving husband, Petyr, whom I have known since we were children, who tends to my every need and has never left my side. a wonderful young boy, Casimir whom I was lucky enough to watch grow up into a young man and be something I am proud of. I have my beloved Aunt Alexandria and Uncle Konstantin. who cared for me as their own daughter. My little brother and sister Aleksandr and Juliya, whom I've practically raised since birth and proud to call my siblings, and thankful that they have not had to endear the hardship I went through. my Great Uncle Rupert and my Uncle Nikolas who've treat and see me as their own daughter. I have the Wick's who have also known me since childhood, standing in as my protectors. my Aunt Irene, Godan Rest her soul. who was there for me as well, tutoring me and being there for me and accepting my choices when others weren't. and the friends I have made along the way of my journey, though I still have much more to go. I regret nothing. I do hope this letter makes your blood boil. You will understand and feel what the King's of Old are feeling right now. what has become of once a great Kingdom. I do not care if they entire Kingdom despises me after this letter! I'd rather die a hated woman, knowing I spoke the truth and stood my ground than die a loved puppet, and a pathetic liar. "We're here." the sailor stated before tying the rope to one of the posts at the dock before helping the woman out of the boat. "Spasibo." she dipped her head in thanks before offering him a tip. "Of course, try not to get killed." Nataliya turned back and smiled. "I'll try not to, I've already made that same mistake before." She then made her way up the steps into the tavern where her Husband and Ser Candle waited for her. You can spread your piteous lies you can change your documents, strip away my titles. you can do anything possible that helps you sleep better at night! But that cannot change blood. You cannot change the truth of who I am! I am a crow and this is my Crow's Calling. I am Princess Royal, Nataliya Reza Barbanov-Wick. First born of King Sigismund II and Queen Viktoria Ruthern. And I am not done yet. ooc comments: please keep it in RP and keep it respectful. I don't like bringing OOC into RP or vice versa. I've put some thought lately and I think after Nataliya has moved on, I will be pulling myself away more and more from LOTC. (she's not dying soon FYI) I know it has only been two years of me playing this server, but I've slowly grown a distaste for it, I am a busy person and my life will only get more busy as I go along. I will obviously will still be around but I do not know for how much longer. I've always had a fondness for Medieval, Fantasy and History themes. whether it be movies, shows novels, games and etc. and was very happy I finally found a RP server that fit my liking. but it's like a child beginning to grow out of their toys, and really not wanting to play with them anymore because they're starting to mature. on that note, I haven't grown out of LOTC yet, but there is an end in sight down the road. I hope y'all have a wonderful day <3

Ravens would be sent across the Realm of Man, from the Courlandic Ducal Palace to the known landed Nobles of the realm, each one carrying a copy of the same missive. The missive would be sealed with the wax sigil of House Staunton of Courland. 9th Snow’s Maiden, 1563. To the Lords of the Realm, It has come to my attention on this very morn, that a host of Courlanders sent to the Carnatian Stronghold of Gryphon’s Hold as a final step toward ending a war that has been ravaging the north for the past three years, have only been met with cold steel. Not only were the victims of the Carnatian aggression loyal Courlanders and loyal men of the Empire, but one was a noble of our Realm, Jacques Fournier who was brutally butchered and his mutilated body found in the snow. GOD allowed us to reunite Lord Fournier with his young son’s body, allowing him to hold a proper burial. The barbaric acts of the Vanirs and Carnatians cannot, and will not be dismissed as so much has been before, the men of Courland will no longer stand for this sort of disobedience and violation of His Imperial Majesty’s laws, and we will take it upon ourselves to rid Courland of her Carnatian invaders, and of the Empire if his Imperial Majesty wishes. This feudal war was once over a crumbling Vanir keep, but the blatant murder of young nobles of the Empire has changed our perception. We will march onwards to Kraken’s Watch within the fortnight, still within the boundaries of the Pacta that had been agreed upon to regulate this conflict. The war has not been resolved and we find these acts of brutality to be a demonstration of the Carnatian's and Vanir's inability to maintain any sort of peace. We plead for the foreign forces to lay down their arms, and return to their war-torn, deprived land for if they remain on Courland soil, only blood and steel will be used to remove them for good. Signed, Richard Staunton, Duke of Courland. WARCLAIM DETAILS Type of battle: Skirmish Time: Saturday, June 11th at 4pm EST Attackers: The Duchy of Courland Defenders: The Northern Coalition Location: https://gyazo.com/6ce519b63d87a4750116a39d81e8f6fe TERMS OF VICTORY Offensive Victory: All Coalition forces killed or routed from the battle area. Defensive Victory: All Courlandic forces killed or routed from the battle area. REWARDS Offensive rewards: They may continue the war with a conquest WC on Kraken’s Watch. Defensive rewards: They may continue the war with a pillage WC on the city of Riga. RULES -No status switching -If the Coalition forces do not show to the battle, it is forfeit to the attackers. (Vice versa) -All LoTC Rules apply

Lorin Fournier née Barbanov/Carrion Basic Information Age: Twenty-six Gender: Female Race: Human Status: Alive Description Height: 1.78 meters Weight: 51.7 kg. Body Type: Lorin’s body frame may fool people due to its shape at first sight. Her frame is rather fragile, and weak. Due to her entire childhood spent in bed, she lost a good amount of weight during that time, which makes her seem slender and boney underneath her dress. Her hips seem very narrow and wide, as her waist would become slimmer towards the end. Though those are features that Lorin includes herself, when she makes an order at the local tailor shop. Her dress has hoops nearby her hips, to make them look narrow shaped. She usually wears an additional corset underneath her dress to slimmer her waist at the end. While she desires to have the perfect body shape like any other noblewoman would have, Lorin tries to re-shape her body by her dress. Eyes: Dark blue. Hair: Coal black . Skin: A fair/milky tone. Markings/Tattoos: None. Health: Lorin’s currently in a fragile, and frail state due her illness in the past. Personality: Lorin desired for the most in her life. She may come over rather arrogant for several people she has an encounter with, as she attempts to hide the egotism she can show towards people. While Lorin may act like that towards people beneath her standings, she does show her respect towards friend and family as she would’ve been blinded by the fact that she’s absolutely endless without her family at some points in her life. Whilst being a former princess, Lorin’s attitude grew larger by the simple title she has in front of her name, which eventually disappeared, since she can only be called a Lady now. Due her absence in her childhood, Lorin became neglected by most of her family. Many of the Carrions forgot that she was existent, as her twin brother, Karl, must’ve been seen as the only child of Aleksandr Carrion. Whilst trying to not disappoint her family, Lorin is usually seen in her room where she can waste all of her hours into her grand library. Lorin desired for many things in her life, as she can’t get enough of the things she already has. She may come over as a spoiled brat, when it’s the reality of Lorin’s life. Inventory: As Lorin travels around Oren, she’s most likely carrying a small dagger underneath her dress, as it would be barely noticeable. Life Style Alignment: Neutral Good Deity: The Creator Religion: Canonist Alliance/Nation/Home: Beauvais Job/Class: Baroness, Noblewoman, High class. Title(s): Lady Barbanov (Former title), Baroness of Beauvais, Baroness of the Ruhr Profession(s): None Special Skill(s): A decent enchanter and alchemist. She may draw in her free time as she wouldn’t be considered good at it. Flaw(s): Lorin has a rather short temper, as she can become furious at the little things in life. Biography Parents: Aleksandr Carrion (Father), Arabella Rovin (Mother) Siblings: Karl Barbanov (Twin brother) Children: Mari Fournier Extended Family: Charles Fournier (Spouse), Lorina Carrion (Aunt), Singuine The High Pontiff (Uncle), Otto Rovin (Uncle), Evelina Rovin (Cousin), Klara de Bar (Cousin), Anabelle Fournier (Sister-in-law), Napoleon Fournier (Brother-in-law), Catherine Fournier (Sister-in-law) Alexandria Barbanov née Horen (Sister-in-law), Natalia Barbanov (Niece). Pet(s): Noni the cat. History: The bedchamber of Lady Rovin was filled with her handmaidens, whilst she was huffing on her own bed. Her water broke, and the her pregnancy came to an end. When they saw a head appear, they soon knew that it was a boy. The mother was filled with joy when she saw her youngling at the end of the bed, when it came to her great surprise that there was another child appearing shortly after the birth of her young boy. Lady Rovin had twins. Karl, and Lorin Carrion. Lorin got named after her great-grandmother, Lorin Chivay. Aleksandr was in joy when he discovered the grand news by one of his servants, as he noticed the three, including the mother, being gone before Aleksandr could’ve seen his very own children. Lorin’s mother brought both of the children to Aesterwald. Due some health reasons, Lorin’s mother died soon after when they arrived in Aesterwald. Uncle Otto found the younglings before anyone else, and claimed them to be his bastards for a long time. When Karl was rather healthy during his childhood, Lorin became incredibly ill by the time. She was barely capable to move, as she spend a large time in her bed. Many years has passed, when the Schism war occurred. Otto, and his ‘so to be called’ bastards fled to Karovia when the war happened. Karl discovered the true origin of his sister and himself, as the news came to a great shock for both of them.