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THE ABDICATION OF BRASCA Issued by THE BARONY OF BRASCA It is with a clear conscience that I, Viktoria Helena af Brasca, declare my abdication of my title as Baroness of Brasca to my eldest son and heir, Jan Gaspard af Brasca. Years have passed, and amidst the turmoils of war, the time has come for my progeny to grasp the horns of the bull for themselves and step forth onto their paths, in either which way it takes them. Remember your history, my children. And make history anew. Signed, Lady Viktoria Helena af Brasca
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THE HEIR TO BRASCA Issued by THE BARONY OF BRASCA Fifteen years ago, under the reign of the late Baron George and Viktoria af Brasca, the Barony of Brasca witnessed the joyous arrival of their first children. It was a time of celebration, and amidst the festivities, a decision was made. The heirship of the household would be of a meritorious nature, to be determined when the youngest reached the age of fourteen. Today, the Barony of Brasca takes pride in announcing the heir to their household and all that it encompasses: His Lordship, Jan Gaspard af Brasca @TheHunter38 In the fifteen years since his birtth, Jan has grown into a young man of promise. By no means has he been perfect, facing many challenges along the way but he has demonstrated a commitment to change, the upkeep of his family and a genuine care for his household. We look forward to the continued growth and success of Jan, to see where he may succeed and fail alike in the tasks forth, as he goes on to carry forward the esteemed legacy of the Barony of Brasca. Signed, The Honorable, Viktoria Helena af Brasca, Baroness of Brasca, Castellan of the Courts of Winburgh
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THE MIND OF A CHILD A POV of Andrik Pierre af Brasca Andrik had not slept for many nights. Instead his mind occupied itself by counting the cracks in the stones of the ceiling of the palace he now had to call home. Every time he thought he had counted them all, he’d notice a new one and have to start over, The number grew each time. The mind is the greatest prison of a child. Andrik had learned this young, having always been an outcast from the rest of the children. He spoke the language of a Raevir, yet was surrounded by none like him. he grew up without a father, shameful some would say, now who would he learn to become a man from? Yet throughout all of this he had never felt this bleak, like a fish that could not fight upstream, stuck trying and never growing tired. Andrik had watched countless die in the attempts of building his home, and now heard stories of even more dying to defend it. He watched as the Brascan soldiers entered Veletz, carrying the injured and dead to the infirmary. Many soldiers he had seen patrolling the roads and the city now lay on cots, unable to even patrol their own minds. Some would say 10 is two young for a child to understand death, but Andrik had understood it from the day his father perished. So Andrik kept counting, not wanting to think about those who died to defend his home “1” “2” “3” “4” He started again, he had lost count how many times he had done this, yet there was nothing else for him to do. Sleep only brought memories of the dead, and silence only brought the prison of his mind. Andrik wanted to fight, he believed in the cause. He knew Godan would not want Canonists to fight fellow Canonists, how would that be just and fair? Just and Fair Andrik was very zealous, some would even say too zealous for his age. Yet now in the time of war he wondered what Godans concept of Just and Fair really is. Was it Just for Andrik to be left without a father Was it Fair for Andrik to be left without a home? The feeling was wrenching, yet he knew Godan had a plan for him, there was a reason for this pain. Maybe he is being punished? Was it Andriks destiny to live a life of agony? To Andrik, only Godan could know, and if it was his destiny to live a life of turmoil he would live it. “Thunk!” Andriks brother Jan shifted in his sleep and his hand had hit the ground startling Andrik and making him lose count. The fool he thought, To Andrik Jan lived the life of a dreamer. He tried to impress girls and prove himself to soldiers, with no care on what his place was in the world. Not Andrik, his mind consumed him, it did not matter how hard he tried to escape it, every time he was sucked back into his mind, the damned prison he could never escape. With all his might, Andrik went back to counting the cracks. “1” ‘2” “3” “4” While Andrik counted, he allowed for his mind to wander, and only one thought would come to mind. It would recur and not leave his naïve mind. Once Andrik was old enough, he would never want to lose again. He would be a winner in this war, in Veletz, and in the world.
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I pen this public missive after my children have been put to bed. Even now, I am sure they garner no sleep, as I hear their hushed and worried whispers of what shall happen next Saints day. Your leadership will tell you that you need worry not, the children and non-combatants will be elsewhere during the fight, but is it not your intentions to annex the entirety of Veletz? It is said my children, and others children can simply go elsewhere. But wherever shall they go? What shall be said next should those of you, of the Covenant, shall make it to the Capital? What words will be spewed, and what excuses to GOD be said as you cut down my children should they run out of places to go? What shall be said next if those of you who claim to be GOD-fearing render my children homeless? If I should fall, they will be orphaned. The next words that will spew forth that Veletz is Anathema, but if you look closely upon the Pontiffs bull, it is a specific few people. I am baptized, as are my children. We love GOD dearly. Other words I’d heard were the war is because Veletz houses the Ferrymen, but is it not a known fact that many a nation has done so in the past? If this truly were the only reason, the war would of stopped at Breakwater. And yet, there are more words, more excuses for the taking of homes and families. It is claimed that Veletz harbors the Undead. The very Undead who slaughtered my husband at a masquerade gone awry some years ago now. It was not Petra who helped I then, as I knelt before the blood stained floor of our keep. It was Veletz. It was Sir Gaspard van Aert, riding to my door with his men, asking how he can help. A promise was made to my husband before his untimely death, and a promise was kept. He took us in, in what was meant to be a temporary time, soon turned permanent. He offered us a home. Succor. Friendship. And it was not him alone. The soldiers, the people, the citizens. Every single one of them had been endlessly welcoming, providing a home that I have been honored to raise my children in. I’ve seven in total. My last count of children in Veletz overall numbers fifteen in total. I ask this of you, those who deign to read the public missive of a woman seeking a moral decision, What shall be said next? GOD WILLING, THE HONORABLE, Viktoria Helena af Brasca, Baroness of Brasca
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=============================================================================== =============================================================================== Your name has been one that has become well renowned as of late, as the cogs of war slowly creep towards your hold. There are many that reside within your lands that I would consider acquaintances; some of them I would even consider friends. These friends speak highly of you, saying you are a Lady that is worth the praise. And so, I write this missive to you. From one Baron to another, from one side to another, I request that you see reason and lay down your blades. There is no need for those who have not taken part in all that has caused this war, to suffer the consequences. You and those who reside under you, I believe, are innocent people. It is not too late to lower your blades, and to seek council with the Covenant. Blackwater Keep has fallen, flattened by the Covenant's army, and your keep is in the crosshairs of siege weaponry. Innocent blood need not be shed. If you refuse, which is understandable, I would still be willing to assist you in evacuating civilians, and those who choose not to fight. Just because we reside on opposite sides of this war, does not mean that either one of us should be heartless to the other. Baron of Sevilla, Justicer De Hyspia, Office De Imigracion
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The Baroness of Brasca, donned in mourning blacks after the death of her husband. The widow peered upon her recently finished home. Thirty-seven years of age, married all of two years and in war for a majority of the time she’d been alive. Her first memory was of running about the refugee camps at the edges of Aaun with her eldest brother, Istvan. They chased after a Goat, intent on capturing the animal. And then her next primary memory was the end of the world as she knew it, and she and her family traded one refugee camp for another; Savoy. Brutality. Grief. Horror. It all became a never-ending cycle in the Ivanovich life. The next place she’d come to be with her family is Aaun, building up their community of Raevirs in the Duchy of Stran. She was warded off in what felt like a moment, and then she was moving again, this time to Whitespire in which she lived in their palace and wondered what her family was doing now. And then another move. This one her choice. She’d come to fall in love with a man, his heart large, his smile jovial. George Marc af Brasca. They’d met through letter and familial connection initially, letters that have faded with how many times she has read them over, clutched close in hand. He’d eventually come to ask to court her, and was given three trials and three trials he did. And so she married him, bore four beautiful children and fostered three more. And then he was dead just like that, cruelly taken by the machinations of Deadmunds deadmen. The very next day, a light shown in the form of a man she’d only spoken to once or twice before then. Sir Gaspard van Aert, Captain-General of Veletz. He came with his men, riding into her late husbands lands, and speaking of a promise he made to her now late husband. He will protect Viktoria, and their children in the event of an untimely death. So they left, packing what little they could carry upon their back. Only later would she hear that Petra heard of the happenings, believing the harried widow to have been kidnapped and thus opted to do nothing upon this belief. Their visit was meant to be temporary, until it wasn’t. Veletz provided a home, one welcoming to both her and her children - it provided safety, happiness, something more that she’d never thought to seek out. Some years passed, and her smiles grew more frequent, watching her children grow and begin to come into their own. And then war came again. One she wished not for her children to see. A siege. And now another. Those of the Covenant sought to take the newly gotten home from a widow and her seven children. And thus the widow, with a heart aching in sorrow and pain, broke her promise. One promised to her mother so many years ago. One to never pick up a blade, nor a weapon. And a sword rose, sharp and weighing heavy in her hands. “For vy, y dzieckos, y will fight.”
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THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE KEEP OF MARCEVNA Issued by The Baroness of Brasca There has been 744 dead in the construction of the Keep of Marcevna and 153 injured. With great joy and pride, we announce the completion of the Marcevna Keep, named after the late Baron George Marc af Brasca as a symbol of strength and unity within that of Veletz. The final stone has been laid, and the crimson and obsidian banners now proudly dance in the wind, declaring the fortress's readiness to stand tall in the annals of our noble history. We express our gratitude for the dedicated workers who contributed to the creation of our new home. In honor of remembering those lost during the process, a vigil has been organized to honor their memory and acknowledge the challenges faced. May the vigil offer solace and a sense of togetherness during these difficult times. Signed, The Honorable, Viktoria Helena af Brasca, Baroness of Brasca, Castellan of the Courts of Winburgh
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THE HIRING OF MARCEVNA Issued by The Baroness of Brasca With the recent construction of the Keep of Marcevna coming to a finish upon the lands of Brasca, employment opportunities are being offered to the people of Winburgh and to those willing to embark on a new journey to join our noble household. Our employment opportunities come complete with a modest salary, alongside room and board. Listed below are the positions the household is seeking to fulfill, and what all it may entail: The Hostler of Marcevna The Hostler's position consists of the managing of the Marcevna stables and pens. This consists of the feeding and caretaking of animals, assuring they get the best of care and the Keep stays well-supplied in animal goods. Maids and Butlery The positions of maids and butlery alike are a more general role within the Keep. Their work consists of serving guests, alongside assuring the cleanliness and day to day maintenance of the keep. If you find yourself with interest as to these positions, you may send a bird via aviary to schedule an interview with the Baroness Viktoria af Brasca. Signed, The Honorable, Viktoria Helena af Brasca, Baroness of Brasca, Castellan of the Courts of Winburgh
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THE FIFTH NAMEDAY OF CRESSIDA AF BRASCA Issued by The Baronial Household af Brasca On the 17th year of the Age of Rights and Age of Reckoning. It is with immense joy and pride that we, the Baronial Household af Brasca, extend our most cordial invitation in joining us in celebrating the fifth nameday of our youngest daughter, Cressida Natasya af Brasca. As she has grown, she has begun to embody the finest qualities one would wish to see in a young lady of their household. To honor this special occasion, we have chosen a theme that holds a special place in Cressida's heart - Blossoming Gardens. We welcome all who appreciate the splendor of Veletz's gardens and the wonders of nature to partake in this celebration. The Festivities The festivities will commence within the city of Winburghs castle situated within Veletz. Here, our young lady will be introduced to those in attendance. Following the introductions, a series of activities await, including a communal effort to plant gardens, a session of molding soap into intricate shapes, musical chairs and a simple game of ‘Pin the Petal onto the Rose.’ A City-Wide Scavenger Hunt After the games, an exciting city-wide scavenger hunt will unfold. Participants shall be urged to explore the city in search of hidden chests. The one who uncovers them all first will be crowned the victor! As the scavenger hunt concludes, we invite you to present gifts to the birthday girl. Consider items with pleasant scents, floral themes, or perhaps books on herbs and gardening, in homage to her love for nature and the gardens. [Friday, Nov 10th, 5pm EST/10pm GMT] Signed, The Honorable, Viktoria Helena af Brasca, Baroness of Brasca Her Ladyship, Cressida Natasya af Brasca
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THE FIFTH NAMEDAY OF THE BRASCAN TWINS Issued by The Baronial Household af Brasca On the 16th year of the Age of Rights and Age of Reckoning. It is with immense joy and pride that we, the Baronial Household af Brasca, invite you to join us in celebrating the fifth nameday of our beloved twins, Jan Gaspard af Brasca and Andrik Pierre af Brasca. As they have grown, they've begun to embody the finest qualities of both their parents, exemplifying their mother's wit and their father's unwavering commitment to honor and chivalry. To mark this momentous occasion, we've chosen a theme close to our hearts - the Knights of Aevos. We invite knights and noble souls from near and far to make themselves known at this event based on chivalry and honor. Fun and Games The celebrations will commence at the Winburgh castle in Veletz, where the young lords will be introduced to those in attendance. Following the introductions, a series of lively games will ensue, including familiar favorites such as Pin the Dagger on the Spookman, musical chairs, hide and seek, and a surprise game made by the Baronial Household for this very occasion. A Celebratory Tournament After the games, a tournament will unfold within the Veletzian tourney grounds. The participants will engage in duels, vying for victory in a single-elimination style. The individual who emerges victorious will be granted a substantial prize of 150 minas! Upon the closure of the tournament, we encourage you to present gifts to the birthday boys. Consider items such as those used by a Page or Squire, books on the art of war, chivalry, and honor, or hats to put upon the head! [Saturday, Nov 4th, 5pm EST/9pm GMT] Signed, The Honorable, Viktoria Helena af Brasca, Baroness of Brasca His Lordship, Jan Gaspard af Brasca His Lordship, Andrik Pierre af Brasca
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Issued by The Viscomital Household of Temesch and The Baronial Household af Brasca On the 11th of Horen’s Calling of the year 90 ARP. Haunts and thrills have overwhelmed the halls of the Beaumont Keep The households of Temesch and Brasca are joyful to invite the citizens of the Kingdom of Petra to a night of festivities within the Beaumont Keep whereas many festivities will be held in order to celebrate the season’s change. Alongside this special invites are sent to their respective families, Queen Renilde I and the Order of St. Jude to attend the evening! T I M E T A B L E THE CARVING Pumpkin carving will start our guests off, allowing for any children to find their entertainment early on as each guest picks a pumpkin from the Baroness Viktorias pumpkin patch. The carvings will be judged afterwards with a modest prize. DANCE OF THE DEAD In order to fully immerse oneself into the night, the masquerade ball will be held; capturing the essence of whatever costume they desire. Animals, Ghouls, and even historical figures shall dance the night away. Sometime throughout the night, a costume contest will take place - intended to find the best dressed at the event. POOL OF RED During the continuing festivities of the masquerade, guests are given the opportunity to dip their faces into an illustrious pale of red fruit; otherwise known to them as bobbing. The children in which attend will be allowed to keep the apples in which they catch. Signed, The Right Honorable, Anthony Marcellus Temesch, Viscount of Mies Patriarch of House Temesch The Honorable, George Marc af Brasca, Baron of Brasca The Honorable, Viktoria Helena af Brasca, Baroness-Consort of Brasca
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THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE BEAUMONT KEEP The last stone is laid, and vibrant carpets are rolled out over newly done floors. The construction of the Beaumont Keep has come to a finish and it is with elation that we invite the people of Petra and allies to an opening event in celebration. Event Itinerary The Consecration of the Chapel As is with any newly raised chapel, the day’s festivities will commence with a ceremony intended to consecrate the Chapel of St. Edmond of Lachsi. The guests will gather within, as the Father Callahan leads us through the process. The Baptism of Newborns Following the consecration of the Chapel, the Baronial couple's newborn twins will be baptized and revealed to the public for the first time upon its completion. A Grand Feast With the completion of the consecration and baptism alike, those attending will be brought into the feasting hall of the keep where food and drink alike will be provided for those attending. Well-wishes may be offered for the newly baptized twins during this time. [Saturday, 5pm EST/9pm GMT] Signed, The Honorable, George Marc Halcourt af Brasca, Baron of Brasca The Honorable, Viktoria Helena Halcourt af Brasca, Baroness-Consort of Brasca
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THE BIRTH OF BATS Issued by The Baronial Household af Brasca On the 13th of Owyn’s Flame of the year 88 ARP. A depiction of the Brascan twins, circa 88 ARP. The Baronial couple of Brasca is pleased to announce the birth of their firstborn and second born alike. The first a screaming, healthy boy by the name of Jan Gaspard af Brasca. The boy was named after two figures in the couple's life that have great meaning. He weighed ten pounds upon his birth, though that is the only extent that he takes after his father - for in all terms of appearance, for he boasts his mothers hair and his eye coloring alike. The second born, smaller than his brother by a grand total of two pounds, came as a surprise to the Baronial couple. His name, much like his elder twin, held Raevir and Auvergne influences alike and he was dubbed Andrik Pierre af Brasca. His appearance took after his father and mother alike, with pale green eyes and a crowning glory of blonde curls. Shortly after the birth, the Baroness has sequestered herself to her room, so that she may better get to know her newborns and have some much needed rest. Visits from family and friends alike will be accepted within the next Saints day. The baptism will be held the day after next, within the Chapel of St. Edmond of Lachsin. Signed, The Honorable, George Marc Halcourt af Brasca, Baron of Brasca The Honorable, Viktoria Helena Halcourt af Brasca, Baroness-Consort of Brasca
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THE BLOODY NUPTIALS Ar A depiction of the betrothed, Baron George af Brasca and Lady Viktoria Ivanovich, 87 ADP. The Baron George and Lady Viktorias courtship had started with a letter, a joint connection between families, and unknowing of one another. That letter had turned to two, and henceforth multiplied, until the duo met unknowingly within the Duchy of Stran. They spoke some in the tavern, and once it was revealed, the Baron George asked the Duke Istvan Ivanovich permission to court his sister. Three trials were given. And thus, three trials were met with fervor. Host an event to celebrate our cultures. It succeeded immensely. Take part in a duel against the Duke himself. They fought tremendously. And hardest of all, win the trust of the Lady Viktoria and have her ask for the marriage herself. And so it came to fruition. With these three trials having come to a head, the Baron George af Brasca and the Lady Viktoria Ivanovich invites those of Petra and Aaun alike to their wedding which shall be held within the coming Saints days. The wedding will take place at the Memory Tree as the sun just begins to wane over the sky - followed by a feast catered by the bride herself. [Thursday, 5pm EST/9pm GMT] Formal Invitations are Sent to: Her Royal Majesty, Queen Renilde I of the Commonwealth of the Petra and her pedigree The Right Honorable, Anthony Temesch, Viscount of Mies and his pedigree The Right Honorable, Karl von Theonus, Viscount of Marignan and his pedigree The Honorable, Nicolas E. von Wittenbach, Baron of Wittenbach and his pedigree The Honorable, Xavier Adiler, Baron of Celia’Tahn and his pedigree Her Ladyship, Norra Terrin, Vavasour of Sunrise Grove and her pedigree His Royal Majesty, King Edmund II of the United Kingdom of Aaun and his pedigree His Highness, Ferdinand Barclay, Grand Prince of Minitz and his pedigree His Highness, Robert II de Joannes, Prince of Sedan and his pedigree His Royal Highness, Richard Novellen, Margrave of Stassion and his pedigree His Lordship, Olivier Dieuxmont de Rosius, Margrave of Haute-Epine and his pedigree His Lordship, Siegmund Otto von Reuss, Margrave of Velen and his pedigree His Lordship, Konstantin von Augusten, Count of Hohengarten and his pedigree His Lordship, Louis II Haverlock, Count of Talentine and his pedigree The Right Honorable, Sir Demetrius var Ruthern, Count of Marsana and his pedigree His Lordship, Casimir Vilac, Baron of Valio and his pedigree Personal Invitations are Sent to: Her Royal Highness, Princess Adeline Alstion of the United Kingdom of Aaun His Royal Highness, Prince Heinrich II Alstreim of Merryweather Her Highness, Princess Veronica Weiss of Hyspia His Lordship, John Galbraith, Baron of Castlerona His Lordship, Sir Rassvet Senko, Baron of Reka Sir Leopold Haverlock Sir Gaspard van Aert Sir Stanton Stroheim Lord Leutwin Barclay Lady Julietta Haverlock Marshall Walter of Merryweather Mister Dietrich Faust Mister Felix Grima Miss Elewyn Signed, The Honorable, George Marc Halcourt af Brasca, Baron of Brasca Her Ladyship, Viktoria Helena Ivanovich of Stran
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Small, tightly wound letters fill the missive - seen upon black as midnight paper. “Exalted Horen and Saint Julia, behold us prostrate at your feet, learning by your most noble example. Through God our Lord, grant us peace and harmony, and, through the abundant graces God hath given to you, bless us in times of need and plenty alike.” My Dearest Brother, the Duke of Stran, Ser Istvan Ivanovich and my Honorable intended, the Baron af Brasca, George af Brasca, I am writing to you with a heavy heart, as I find myself torn between the brother I grew up with and the man I have come to care for. As you are aware, the Baron George af Brasca has sought my hand in marriage, and his proposal has left me with a difficult decision to make. I care deeply for each of you, and I find it unbearable to think that a dispute over my affections might lead to a result no one wishes to see. I implore the both of you, with all the love and sincerity that resides in my heart, to approach this situation with humility and a commitment to humanity. The prospect of a duel, a clash of swords, is a time honored tradition - one I would dare not stop. This letter is simply to request one thing of the both of you, so I may look forward to the duel instead of lamenting it with bated breath. I ask you, my dear brother, to consider the profound bond of family that we share. Our relationship is a treasure beyond measure, and I cannot bear to see it strained or severed over a matter of the heart. Baron George, your intentions have touched my soul, and I have come to appreciate the depth of your character. Please, look to our growing bond and consider my plea. I beseech you both, whether win or lose, to offer not harm to the other. The terms set were that of the winner having the ability to request what they wish, and as I know you are both honorable individuals, I know you will accept my plea. As the winner, offer no cruelty but instead dignity and respect, considering the feelings of all involved. I am confident that the love and compassion you have shown me can extend outward and to either side. My heart aches at the thought of causing strife between the men I care for so deeply. I trust in your wisdom and goodness, and I pray that you will heed my plea for a humane and harmonious resolution to this upcoming duel. “God, who alone art perfect Charity, if I should speak, think or do things in unkindness today, rebuke me, but, before that, strengthen my own meekness and mildness, that I might be the font of Thee.” With all my love and gratitude for your understanding, Her Ladyship, Viktoria Helena Ivanovich, ward to the Princess Adeline of Aaun @Pork@WaveLincoln
