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[!] Flyers have been found about Hyspia . . . A depiction of those gathered for a Hyspian meal. The Murietta household alongside the School of Veronica presents multiple days of culinary delights in celebration and honor of the Crown Princess, Santana of Hyspia Quinceanera. The food and dishes within Hyspia are world-renowned for its flavor, seasoning and ingenuity - and with this in mind, we wish to share a few recipes to the public to enjoy as they please. CLASE DE COCINA The first day will take place within the Hyspian square, where a class will take place on the making of Hyspian cuisine and varying dishes that can be made for your enjoyment. Learn to make things such as canapés and enjoy the fruits of your labor after! [Thursday the 18th at 5pm EST] CONCURSO DE COCINA The second day will be a showcase as to what all you have learned from the first, in which a cooking contest will take place! The same foods you learned from the first day will be judged upon, with a mystery round in which you may make anything of your own imagination. [Sunday the 21st at 5pm EST] Signed, HIS EXCELLENCY, Demitrey Denodado, Gran Chancellor de Hyspia, Maestro de la Esquela de Veronica, Oficial de Imigracion SENORA, Mariposa Murietta, Canciller de la PatriaS

~PETRAN MACH~ (Depiction of two youngsters racing in Solland) || Imperial 1972|| Atstana de Regne Petrère 117 || I invite all people of Petra to compete in Petran Mach! A race on horseback across the landscape of The Commonwealth! There will be both drinks & much merriment provided both before & after the race near the Tournament Grounds. All does who wish to participate will be given a horse to ride on, to keep the competition fair. The route for the competition will also be shown to all the participants before the start of the race. (The estimate route) The prize pool will be 175 mina: 1st place 100 mina & horse. 2nd place 50 mina & horse. 3rd place 25 mina & horse. [OOC:Sunday 14th April at 5pm EST] Signed by Lord Mayor Pym Volkov of House Volkov Mayor of Vallagne & Horse Lord

VILE DISCOVERIES OF THE CURSE TO THE CITIZENS OF Aevos, Kaethul humbly presents its findings on the magicks of the Ailmerian threat. The first thing we need to stress is thus: DO NOT ATTEMPT TO spirit walk with the marked/cursed. The powers of the Harrower have grown - spirit walking is now a suicide mission, which will result in the death of the cursed individual. It has become impossible to win in his domain at this time. This is not a challenge of your personal conviction or strengths, nor should this be taken as one. I don’t care how strong you are, you cannot save the cursed via spirit walking at this moment. INSTEAD, KAETHUL HAS DISCOVERED a new cure - a harmless one. By merely subduing the cursed with null arcana, and then bringing them to a Paladin for purging, one can safely remove the curse from the victim. Failure to use Null Arcana will result in the Cursed being able to call for the Harrower’s Chosen to launch a rescue mission, which will result in a very difficult battle. THE SECOND DISCOVERY OF Kaethul is where the Harrower gains his powers. The answer is rather simple - blood. Via spilt blood, the Harrower is able to grow his magic and powers. We believe this does not have to be blood spilt in ritual, but rather the blood spilt of ANY of the Harrower’s forces. This means that every single thrall or Chosen we slay is in fact empowering this being. Furthermore, the Harrower’s Domain has begun to tear. We believe the dark fog surrounding Ailmere is a result of these tears. There is a theory that the Harrower’s Domain is actually a prison, one that the Harrower is slowly escaping. THIRDLY, WE PRESENT GRAVE news. The Tribes of Ailmere - the Thralls and Chosen, are in fact Slaves. For some this information is known, however what isn’t known, is that every single Thrall and Chosen, the Zeniths included, no longer possess memories of their lives before the Harrower - they have been stolen by that very same being. Thus is the fate of all cursed individuals. FOURTH, WE ISSUE A warning. The Raiders of Ailmere are in possession of what many believe to be a mere Mine. Reports indicate otherwise, and allude to the potential of a large, underground Stronghold, where the majority of the Harrower’s forces amass. If you are attempting to explore these mines for the promise of loot or reward - Do not, it is a trap. The ‘mine’ is likely detailed that way to trick you into seeking the rewards - it will be your grave. Don’t throw away your life for the promise of a shiny ingot. IN LIGHT OF THESE recent discoveries - Kaethul hereby seeks a change in tactics. We wish to see the Ailmerian Tribes freed from their shackles, rather than killed and merely added to the power of the Harrower. If the situation turns dangerous, then do prioritize your own life, but please, try to take them alive and free them from the curse. MAY THE LIGHT OF Purity triumph over this darkness. SIGNED, DAINN, Guardian of the Unicorn, Priest of Eraan, Sword of Purity JUNIPER ROSE, Royal Scribe of Kaethul, Anti-Darkspawn Air Shielder

A MISSIVE OF INFORMATION AND PRAISE THE BATTLE OF THE Harrowing Peak, an operation led by Kaethul in tandem with the brave Ravenswood denizens, was originally a siege on the Western Ailmerian Fort. This quickly changed however, with the appearance of the Raider's three Zeniths. THE ARTILLERY DIVISION, COMPOSING of Ravenswood’s finest and a small cohort of Paladins, were ambushed atop the peak opposite the fort, by the ever watching banners of Ailmere. The Three Zeniths appeared before them - the three Commanders of Ailmere’s forces - and unleashed their never before witnessed magic. A dark fog engulfed the division, extinguishing all mundane lights and rendering magical lights to a mere personal glow - save for Paladin mist. Dark portals opened in this fog, summoning forth the legions of Ailmere, bringing Chosen and Thralls to assault the cannon crew and their Paladin defenders. IT WAS THEN THAT Kaethul’s assault force, a large division of armoured cavalry led by the Sword of Purity, Dáinn, turned their attention from the fort to their allies, and began racing through the snowy peaks to reach them in time. THE CLASH OF BATTLE was fierce. Flames flickered briefly through the dark fog, cannons kept firing towards the Fort, even shattering those gates - Ravenswood held firm, their adept forces crushing the countless hordes that surged from the darkness. The Paladins, the sole source of glowing light amidst that dark cloud, faced off against the Zenith Tor, and a newly discovered Zenith, a woman of white hair donning a curious mask. Both factions fought bravely, but alas even they would not have withstood the might of Ailmere.. FORTUNATE, THEN, THAT THEY did not stand alone. Kaethul's cavalry arrived, the Sword of Purity's light blazing through the darkness as the call of reinforcements echoed through the peak. Horse and rider charged fearlessly into that black void, plunging into that wicked darkness. IN THE ENSUING FIGHT, Kaethul's multinational force procured overwhelming victory. Ravenswood held and remanned the cannons. Balian took the right flank, absolutely obliterating the ranks of Chosen and Thrall alike. A detachment of Urguan Dweds and their adventuring allies joined with the battered Paladins, pushing forth towards the Zeniths. Forces of the Vale secured those cannons, fending off even Kamikaze Thralls, men strapped with Blasting Potions. The Sword of Purity, paired with the great Obok, hammered into the Zenith Tor, the former plunging both axe and sword into the foul beast's neck - Victory was assured.. BUT ALL PETS HAVE a master. The Zeniths were close to defeat. The Harrower himself stepped in. His voice rang through the mountain, his rage felt like a burning pressure on our shoulders - darkness swept over the battlefield, healing and revitalising our enemies, even saving Tor from the brink of Death. Portals opened all around, and the full, unfiltered might of Ailmere was brought to bare.. LET IT BE KNOWN that for the first time since this war began, it was KAETHUL that forced the Harrower into action. Our Power - our Strength - was so great that only the master of the Raiders could halt us, and force a retreat. Even then, our retreat was orderly, formed, and resulted in the safe extraction of every single member of the expedition. KAETHUL FACED THE WRATH of the Harrower, and emerged without a single casualty. AND SO, THE FOLLOWING words are dedicated to the brave warriors who fought at our side. Although ultimate victory was not achieved - our enemy were forced to reveal multiple of their hidden cards, and were bled dry of countless lives. They may have held the fort, but it is a bitter, pyrrhic victory for them. KAETHUL THUS GIVES PERSONAL commendations to the following individuals: HILDA ADRIANNA BRAWN - A squire of Balian. Growing up, I was always fond of Balian’s Knighthood.. Their honour was unquestionable, their pride deserved, and their talents unmatched. Squire Hilda Adrianna Brawn is all the proof I need that these traits have persisted. Responsible for the eradication of several Chosen and countless more Thralls, Squire Hilda made her contributions even more impressive, when during our retreat, she took it upon herself to carry our wounded from the frontline. The skills to destroy our enemies, and the humble sense of duty to protect her comrades - There is no individual more deserving of Knighthood than she, save for perhaps Balian’s current line of Knights. RAVENSWOOD - Praise is given to the entirety of Ravenswood, who, despite the threat of war, devoted time, effort, resources and their very lives to participate in this siege. The mages and soldiers of Ravenswood held the line valiantly, defending the cannons from hordes of Thralls, and lasting long enough for Kaethul’s reinforcements to arrive. Even after our cavalry stormed through, the heroic troops of Ravenswood remained, providing support and aid to our forces against the Zeniths, and even opening a sizable hole in the gate of the Ailmerian Fort. A fearless band of heroes, led by a charismatic and beloved Sovereign. Kaethul does however stress its political NEUTRALITY in cases of war. Our only enemy is the Harrower, and the usual threats to Descendant-kind. All others are welcome within the lands of our Merchant State. GALLIO GRANDAXE - Once more, Kaethul praises the might of Urguan. Yet another Dwarf has proven their undeniable valour and strength on the fields of battle. Gallio was not only a destructive force against our Ailmerian enemies, but a source of protection and fearless resolve when facing the unknown Zeniths, and extracting our unconscious comrades. One day I hope to see the pure power of an army of Dwarves - I only pray I will stand on their side, should the day come. I WILL ONCE MORE state the importance and virtue of every single member of our fighting force. You were all vital. You shall continue to be so. SIGNED, DAINN, Guardian of the Unicorn, Priest of Eraan, Sword of Purity JUNIPER ROSE, Royal Scribe of Kaethul, Anti-Darkspawn Air Shielder

12th of Carlos Strength, 97 D.R. A depiction of the children of the orphanage. The Hugo’s Cradle Orphanage is pleased to announce the overwhelming support received has allowed for the orphanage to officially open to the public. A grand opening will be held this next Saints Week, open for all to attend within the Sovereign State of Hyspia! GRAN INAUGURACIÓN The grand opening will begin with an announcement from our Orphanages Headmaster, Mona de Hyspia. A tour will be provided to those visiting so they can see the grounds, ending in the recently planted community garden. PICNIC DE HUGO Within the garden, those attending will get to enjoy various dishes made from ingredients entirely grown and made by the children and caretakers of the orphanage. A picnic will take place where all may enjoy! [Friday the 12th, 6pm EST in Hyspia at the Hugo’s Cradle Orphanage] Signed, Her Highness, Renata Alba De Pelear, Infanta de Hyspia Her Highness, Mona de Hyspia, Princess of Dúnfarthing, de Coin, de Orphanage Caretaker, de Honk Senorita, Amelia Miramaris, Dama de Honor

IN CELEBRATION OF ACHIEVEMENT THE EAST HAS FALLEN - Tyrand, once the indomitable bastion of The Harrower’s influence in Eastern Ailmere, sits with its gates blasted open, towers set alight, and residents put mercilessly to the sword. LED BY THE INGENUITIVE Norlandic battle-bards, the combined forces of Norland, Kaethul and Nevaehlen launched a vicious bombardment upon the Fort of Tyrand, before engaging in a mountained assault upon their gates. Our enemies utilised ice to encourage difficult terrain, from whence they could release volleys of arrows upon our approaching forces. Behind the breached gates lay a trap - wooden walls hastily erected around even more ice, providing cover for their fresh ranks of archers whilst, beneath that ice, lay near overwhelming monstrosities. Corpse golems. Beings of flesh stitched together from the fallen and unrecovered bodies of Reinmar, Celia’nor and Haense - all now put to rest upon the pyre, in the hopes that it may grant their souls peace. EVEN WITH THEIR ARMIES, the Raiders of Ailmere were massacred down to the last. The combined power and might of these three forces eradicated the Chosen and dispatched the Thralls. VICTORY WAS ACHIEVED. THIS MISSIVE AIMS TO both inform the world of our findings, and ensure due commendation is awarded to those who performed exceedingly well during this offensive. TWO IMPORTANT FINDINGS WERE discovered within the walls of Tyrand. Firstly: The presence of a Frost Witch shrine, confirming reports that the Frost Witches are in dealings with The Harrower’s forces. This shrine was aptly destroyed. Secondly: Information on the Harrower’s central Camp. Within those wooden walls you may observe a small forest of ancient trees - They call this place The Grove. Whatever lies inside there, it is clear this place holds a unique importance to the Harrower, and potentially even the Tribes of Ailmere who now stand enthralled and chained beneath his banner. THE FOLLOWING WORDS ARE dedicated to the brave warriors who fought to take Tyrand, and provide this monumental victory. Each and every soldier, adventurer, citizen, mage and druii who fought alongside us deserves praise. The battle was taxing, the fighting was fierce and bloody, and many times it looked as if defeat was the natural outcome. This victory was possible because of every single individual who took up arms, left the comfort and safety of their homes, and pushed themselves into a war of righteousness and justice. I thank you, and pray you will continue to stand at my side as we drive our blades deeper into the Heart of Darkness. KAETHUL THUS GIVES PERSONAL commendations to the following individuals: ARIANE DRAKON - A warrior with an unparalleled sense of battle and strategy. When duty called, she was there. This woman not only stood at the forefront of conflict, even pushing herself to hold our left flank alone, but also defeated numerous marked, Thralls, and Chosen, all whilst ensuring her comrades, myself included, remained safe from devil sorcery and sharp blades alike. To call her friend, is an honour too great to state. OBOK METALDRINKS - A dwed who, alone, proves Urguan’s might and strength. This valiant, sturdy soldier not only captured the Raider’s gates, but interrupted the vile spellcasting of Inferi Warlocks by beating them with his hammer, before even leaping atop the first golem sewn from corpses, and repeatedly decimating what constituted as a ‘head’. Obok played several vital roles during the siege, and I would rather stand alongside no other man should the choice be given to me. TALIYUN’ORRIR SIRAME - A druii who deserves more respect than half the Knights I’ve witnessed, and a tragic loss in the War against Ailmere. Nature itself weeps for his death, and after standing alongside the man, I know why. When the day comes that my children ask me what the Druids of Nevaelhem are like, it is the story of Taliyun’orrir that I will tell them. It is his bravery, courage, strength, honour and sacrifice, that I will pass down to my own blood, ensuring his memory in the hearts of Man lives on. May he rest well in Nature’s embrace. FARIAN MALTO-GYLLDENE and VICNAN HAWKINS-GYLLDENE - Two members of the Norlandic Gylldene Clan, whose contributions for our pushes into the siege were astronomical. Both of these honourable men utilised their bardic magic in the most selfless and trusting way possible, using a spell that rendered all enemies who witnessed them incapable, whilst also rendering themselves the same. This magic not only disabled enemy archers from launching their volley, but even took down the primary group of Chosen, allowing our allies to swiftly cut them down. If I had to give my life to anyone and trust them to keep it safe - it would go to one of these two fine men. The Gylldene Clan once again proves its fame and prestige is rightfully deserved. I WILL ONCE MORE state the importance and virtue of every single member of our fighting force. You were all vital. You shall continue to be so. SIGNED, DAINN, Sword of Purity, Guardian of the Unicorn, Priest of Eraan JUNIPER ROSE, Royal Scribe of Kaethul, Anti-Darkspawn Air Shielder

[!] This missive would be hung around as many nations’ board as this writer could go to Vikela Caden Beswen Pra Batals! (Vikela needs fighters for Fighting!) Fierce Warriors of Aevos, I am Walter Blanc, Tèt Medic Ofisyè nun Vikela. This time, I am writing in the same manner, but with a different approach. Instead of inviting descendants to obtain information, I will be inviting the fierce warriors, adrenaline junkies, hungry for power and dominance over the opposition, and the bravest fighters of Aevos for a clash of pugilism. The tournament, Vikela Boxing Championship (VBC), shall crown the newest champion of the City of Crystals, and the new champion will be rewarded with their custom championship belt forged by our own smiths with a special twist to it, and receive free service in the tavern for an Amethysta week. will have to defend their title every Amethysta week against new challengers. Join us, in an event of pugilism sponsored by Heisethbergen Tea Company™️ accompanied by homemade food, and drinks from the Viola Household. If interested, send a bird to yours truly or come to Queendom of Vikela and get ready to rumble! Signed, Son Altesse Éminente, Tèt Medic Ofisyè, Blanc nun Ahmanu, Konso Walter Blanc de Vikela

[!] Flyers have been found about Hyspia . . . A depiction of varying forms of seafood. Days are often filled with work, whether governmental, as a shopkeeper or the raising of a family. Enough time isn’t taken for the simple enjoyment of a meal and time with your beloved family and friends. With this in mind, and a recent blessing by DIOS of an abundant haul of rabbit meat and vegetables from hard-won crops, the Murietta household will The recent collections and rabbit hunts have proved abundant and a blessing by DIOS. It is with this in mind that the Murietta Household will host a barbecue for all to attend this next Saints day, taking place within the main square of Hyspia. Be sure to come hungry, as plenty will be provided for all in attendance. [Wednesday 27th, 6pm EST in Hyspia] Signed, SENORA, Mariposa Murietta

KAETHUL’S EFFORTS TO REPEL THE DARKNESS FOR THE PAST FIVE years, the city-state of Kaethul, in tandem with Norland and groups of independent adventurers, has been at the forefront of the NORTHERN WAR ON AILMERE. Commander of the Northern Front, Anatoliy Ilya Silveira, writes the following missive in the hopes of spreading awareness, and sharing information, to defeat the encroaching Darkness. FOR THOSE UNAWARE, THE tribes of Ailmare, the Northern Snowplains, have all been united under a singular figure - The Harrower. Information on who this individual is, is sporadic at best. Recent reports suggest The Harrower is a spirit - one of darkness, who was able to connect our world to his own via a forbidden blood magic ritual that took place on the continent centuries ago. This ritual was performed by an ancient noble family, known as the ‘Gnaefa’ family, who swept over their lands, abducting their own people and casting vile magicks on those who remained. Their defeat is theorised to have been brought by the Mori, who had inhabited this Continent long before they crossed to our old lands of Almaris. For reasons unknown, the Harrower has returned. His forces possess a large, barberic arsenal: ‘Thrall’ - The cannonfodder peasantry of the raiders. These soldiers are weak alone, but work exceptionally well in formations. It is believed that this is due to the Harrower’s influence, and that ‘Thralls’ possess no personality of their own, merely acting as instructed by their master. ‘Chosen’ - The elite of the Harrower’s forces. Each one of these soldiers possesses a rare metal weapon, most commonly Azhl, though Boomsteel, Thanhium and more have been confirmed. They possess dark shadow magic, able to not only teleport at will between shadows, but fade into black mist and become the shadows themselves. There are also reports of Chosen possessing Shadow-Clone magic. ‘Raven-Riders’ - Thundermaw Ravens who are under the influence of the Harrower’s mind control. They rule the skies, with a ‘Thrall’ rider sat atop them, and rain down bolts of destructive lightning from their beaks. It is believed that impacting one with null arcana will cause them to go feral - Though equally, it is far more effective to simply shoot to kill. ‘Mammoth Riders’ - Exactly as described. The Raiders of Ailmere have either mind controlled or tamed the mighty mammoths of the North, and use them to charge forth into their enemies. These beasts are tough to kill, and possess large tusks that are more than capable of demolishing a descendant - However, they are unable to compete with the raw alchemical might of a Smogger. ‘Goat Cavalry’ - The Raiders do not possess horses, but instead large Goats capable of easily traversing the frozen, rocky wastes of Ailmere. These creatures can skewer descendents with their horns, trample them with their legs, or simply get their rider close enough to launch their own attack. THE HARROWER’S FORCES ALSO possess siege equipment, observed to be large trebuchets on wheels, and likely possess even more. Furthermore, in every corner of their lands, you will find a large looming banner that overlooks strategic placements - These banners act as watchtowers, allowing the Harrower to look through them, and observe his domain. This means that if you step foot in the North, you have already been spotted. Camouflage has proven an effective means of avoiding the Harrower’s sight, implying that the Banners merely allow him to see through them, but do not automatically identify a person’s presence. These banners are regarded as highly dangerous, as ANY physical contact with them, be it from a man or animal, will result in possession until contact with the banner is broken. There is likewise a theory that suggests each banner is crafted using the very soul of the ancient inhabitants of Ailmere, though this has yet to be proved. The most Dangerous weapon the Harrower possesses though, is the ‘Mark’: THE ‘MARK’ IS A powerful, exceptionally dangerous curse. This curse is placed upon a captured descendent, and allows the Harrower to not only see through their eyes, hear what they hear, and read their very thoughts - but equally it lets them possess the victim, and even acts as a teleportation gateway that allows the Chosen to appear around them. THE CURSED ALSO SUFFER mental side effects, with their minds altered to show loyalty and willingness to the Harrower, essentially turning them into unknowing slaves. These effects are removed once the curse is lifted. IN THE PAST, THE curse was identified via a marking upon a person’s back - An open palm with an eye in the centre. Overtime, the curse has evolved to hide this marking, and now the curse can only be seen via things such as Arcana Flow goggles, which will show the cursed individual as having a constant, ominous aura that clings under their clothing. Currently, only one means of curing has proven effective - Spirit Walking. The important thing to note however, is that attempting to spirit walk with the afflicted will NOT take the shaman, nor the cursed, nor any who join, into the Spirit Realm. The Shaman, cursed, and other participants will be taken in the realm of the Harrower - A reported land of complete darkness and endless twisting staircases. The Shaman and other participants will then have to engage in battle with the Harrower’s forces, in an attempt to rescue the cursed from the clutches of the Harrower. As long as the cursed is willing to be freed, however, they shall be, but failure to safely rescue them will result in the cursed, after being returned to the mortal plain, erupting into black flames that seek to consume their entire body. It is theorised that null arcana might be able to subdue these flames, but nothing else has worked. The cursed will also suffer permanent memory loss of any and all events relating to the Harrower. I will also be releasing a list of all known cursed individuals, who have already been discovered before, but have evaded capture and escaped to the Harrower: Slith Hera Gallio Narli Sermi (Yes, the Devil. Do not bother with curing - Kill her on sight - Though the Church should expect the Harrower’s forces to intervene.) Grimni Lorandil ALL INDIVIDUALS ARE CONFIRMED to be cursed, yet have been either willingly or not, taken away by the Harrower. In cases such as Slith and Hera, it is unwilling, with their minds confused as Chosen drag them into the shadows. YOU MAY ALSO NOTICE many dwarven names here - Until they have been cured, it is of my personal opinion that Urguan has already fallen to the Harrower. I HOPE THIS MISSIVE aids the forces of Light, in the war against the encroaching shadows. Remain Strong. The Night Will Fade. IF YOU HAVE ANY questions, or seek to join in this fight, merely send word to Anatoliy or Dainn (Caelaerin) And a special message for Hera, because I know you are reading: We’re coming to rescue you. We haven’t forgotten you, and you are not alone. Kaethul remembers all you have done for us; as do I. Stay strong, Icon of Salvation, it’s our turn to save you. SIGNED, JUNIPER AURELIA ROSE, Royal Scribe of Kaethul, Anti-Darkspawn Air Shielder HIS LORDSHIP, ANATOLIY ILYA ALYOVICH SILVEIRA GODUNOV, Baron of Verskaya, Commander of the Northern Front, Sword of Salvation

SUN’S SMILE 94 D.R Prepare your bait and memorize your routes! This coming Saints week, upon the sandy shores of Hyspia, a day by the waters will be hosted for the attendees enjoyment. Varying events have been planned for a day of fun, and it is recommended to come in something you don’t mind getting wet. CARRERA DE BOTES The events will begin with a boat race, in which boats will be provided for your convenience. The teams will go on to row through the waters, the first to arrive back winning the race and a prize of twenty-five [25] minas. CONCURSO DE PESCA Following the events of the boat race, a fishing contest will take place! A set amount of time will be allotted in which the goal is to catch as many fish as possible, and once the time is up, present what was caught to the judge. Your catch will be weighed, and the person with the most will win a prize of twenty-five [25] minas. [Friday the 22nd, 6pm EST, Hyspia] Signed, Her Highness, Renata Alba De Pelear, Infanta de Hyspia Senorita, Amelia Miramaris, Dama de Honor

This message is written in Ilzakarn - The Inferis Language Any non infernals reading or seeing this would only see strange runes like above, and hearing it being read would be incomprehensial to a normal descendants ears. [posters would be send to selective places and hung] Infernal brethren and sisters, as many of you might or might not feelis that we demon have not full filled our duty as a plague for the mortal races as we shouldbut do not worry for me "Rokmae'Nazkrul", invites you for a oppertunity to serve your desires beyond your contractors. I invite you to a eternal carnage and butchery, the new group i personaly named "Ilzaduv" (Mayhem) No more shall we be limited by alliances, no more orders for people seeking power to rule the world, here we will roam like a plague on the mortal bones and spread all over untill nothing is left but ash of the past If you wish to join the infernal mayhem to spread around the realm find me In the place where light barely passes, where the dark rules, by the antlers of the embodiment of the spirit of the forest.

The Bounty Board With the growing aspirations of the commonwealth and the readiness of her people a public bounty system has been opened to help secure the realm and her lands. These bounties will operate on a “first come, first serve” basis, the details for each bounty will be found within the Fairweather in the Capital city. Hunters will be required to bring their own gear and will be rewarded with payment upon completion of the order, Hunters are also entitled to any trophies they collect in the process. Unwavering under the sun, Sir Artel “The Flamebringer” von Theonus, Local old man

[!] A body is hung on great wooden bridge. A piece of wood in nailed into its chest.

𝒜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓏𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓊𝓃𝓌𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 Recent reports have been made that a large bundle of Lume Ferrets is becoming increasingly hostile within the city of Dunwen. They have been reported to be causing trouble and destroying public property. I and the other Ferret Meisters of Solheim have attempted to investigate this string of events and have found ourselves face to face with an aggravated bundle of Lume Ferrets that promptly drove us off. I, Captain Vicnan Hawkins, Head Ferret Meister, am posting missive with hopes of finding willing citizens of Dunwen and possible adventurers and critter lovers from beyond to help us investigate these strange occurrences. We suspect that there may be an outside source that is causing their aggression, and we would greatly appreciate any help that can be given. (Note. Any help from the Druids would be greatly appreciated.) This Event will take place on Thursday, February 15, at 6 pm EST. Please meet at the Town Hole in Dunwen at least 30 minutes before the set start time.

A FIFTH ROYAL NAMEDAY Of Rafael and Renata THE VICEROYAL HOUSEHOLD 11th of Javier’s Justice, circa 89 D.R. It is with immense joy that the Viceroyal family announces the fifth nameday celebrations of His Highness, Infante Rafael Arsenico and Her Highness, Infanta Renata Alba. They are of the first of their name, and we watch on to see the precedents they set for those to follow after them. The theme of the nameday celebrations is that of ‘A Night in Hyspia’, the meaning of such up to the attendees discretion, though heavily encouraged to come dressed in your best. The night will end with a sleepover for the children in attendance, so be sure to get your parents permission first! [A depiction of the celebrations to take place.] The Festivities The festivities will open with the introductions of the young royals to those in attendance, within the Palacio de Garisol. A series of tables will be set out, showcasing a series of different foods for the attendees to enjoy at their discretion, while a series of performances take place. Following this is a game of ‘Pin the Tail on the Bull’, the unveiling of a new game invented for this very day and the beating of the traditional Hyspian pinata! The night will close off with a sleepover in the palace, where it is encouraged to bring your best onesies to wear! For those seeking to bring gifts, the Infante Rafael is known to enjoy anything to do with fighting or to do with music and the Infanta Renata is known to love all things purple and anything that can lead to adventure. [Thursday, 5pm EST]

@siglms_ Mi challenge the honor of Krimpgoth agh hiz decizion, uzing the negleckful example of the foreign Onizhiman Uruks, and pardoning the Petra whitewazh whoze faith iz in the burs gods of Krug's enemies, agh who iz nub committed to the zacred zpirit of Krug, the Old Popo and Spirit Popo. A collectiun of beliefz is more like a confuzed zpirit than one who grukz its purpose. Any Orc that does not conform to the path ub Krug and their ancestors is lozt and haz fallen to the darknezz. I intend to challunj Druz the Krimpgoth to an honor klomp until he exhibits regret for his actions and seeks absolution in Krug and the Ancestor Spirits. Forgiving a deluzional brudda is nub an act of compazzion but rather an affirmation of their diztorted world-peep and collekted religiouz beliefz. A zon of Krug ought to remain wit hiz kin and blood family who can better protect and guide him in life. If there is no honor among blood-bound relativez, then the blessingz of Krug have been lost from the Uzg. Unfortuunatly, an Elder haz to be the only ash to uphold the remaining honor among blood bruddas. Name the tik agh plaze. [This is a challenge to the spirit of the Krimpgoth decision to pardon Gob Ztabba-Zniffa (@MrMojoMordor) of Whitewash status despite his lack of faith in Krug and absence from the Fatherland of the Desert. If the Krimpgoth reverses his decision, the challenge will be resolved. It is not an attempt to claim the role of Krimpgoth.]

[!] A letter is pinned to the Dúnwen Noticeboard THE FROGS ARE PROTESTING EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT the frogs have been CROAKING AND CROAKING AND CROAKING AND CROAKING and I cannot get a wink of sleep! They say it is because of "ribbit.... long working hours... ribbit" and "ribbit... unfair strikebreaker tactics... ribbit" and other things. I'm not an expert on this, but it seems we've made the Frog Union mad somehow (maybe it was that strikebreaking of the mines? I don't remember...). REGARDLESS: we must put an END to this protest so our sleep is no longer disrupted! Go forth and make the Shire proud! ~Mimosa Applefoot, Thain of Dúnfarthing ((Event 4 PM EST, tomorrow on the 5th of February, 2/5/2024. Located in Dúnwen, capital of Dúnfarthing, home of the halflings on Braevos))

[!] This missive would find itself on the notice board within Kaethul and those abroad. ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ [!] An artist's depiction of a busy beachside festival, a group of bards performing on the stage. BRIMZTRA’S FESTIVAL OF THE ARTS Arise craftsmen, artisans, and performers, for your time to shine is now! Within the ashen year, an art festival shall be hosted in the City-State of Kaethul in honor of Brimztra, the Spirit of Creativity, Music, and Art! Many stalls will be present for merchants to sell their wares along with a stage for performers to show their talents. For Bards, you may challenge the hosts to a bard-off for the potential to win a prize, try looking for us around the festival and present your challenge! This is one festival you WON’T want to miss! We hope to see you there! Bastian Jusmia With the Spirits' Grace, Minstrel of the Eastern Krasts Godwin Almiresson Poet of Portoregne

Arthur had sat upon the stairs of Celia'nor, awaiting the next time he'd be belittled. He peered to the ground, where a stamped upon missive lie. Seemed interesting, he thought. . . . . .After he read the news of Lanre's assault on Hallowcliffe, he had a joyous confidence about him. He went up to find some people to speak to- "Arthur! Thank God you're here!" Vulla, someone typically sending criticism his way, had said. "The princess has been captured! We need to go save her!" she added. He'd not expected this, but, agreed anyway. He prepared himself. . . . . .The bird sound was made, it was his time, his time to make a distraction. Save the day, at last. He conjured his spell- the most powerful one he ever did, and brought down half of the walls of the fort, before promptly running. But before he knew it. . . . . .He sat within a cage. Hoping for the allies he had came with to save him, until he heard Valindra's retreating taunt. His glowing eye flickered to his fellow inmate as they conversed, their conversation gave each other hope, but, deep down, they both knew, survival was unlikely. They sat for at first hours. . . . . .And then days. . . . . .And then weeks. . . . . .Rescue was coming, was it not? Art by la-Structure-du-Ciel on DeviantArt

THE FIRST HUNT HOSTED BY THE LORD OF ALBA, HRH CHARLES ALSTION UNITY AND PEACE UPON THE LOWLANDS, UNITED AT LAST, I address you for the first time in my life, in an official document as the Crown Prince of Aaun, Lord of Alba. I was born shortly after our victory at Breakwater, where the forces of the Grand Covenant bravely defeated the forces of my excommunicated uncle, Gaspard van Aert and his orcish allies. Truly I pray every day for his repentance and that the Lord has mercy on his soul. As this bloody war takes its toll our lives have to go on. Therefore, to make this turbulent time more pleasant and merry, I am organising a duck hunt. It shall take place on the Floodplain. Despite their swampy nature, they are full of life and exquisitely beautiful. For as long as I can remember I have admired them from a balcony while observing through my spyglass. Volumes could be written about their beauty, but that is not the subject of this announcement. The target of the hunt will be local birds: ducks, wild geese, turkeys. It will be a good archery test for those who will participate. Furthermore I encourage those to bring appropriate clothing that will not hinder their movements as well as a bow or crossbow of their choice. Every citizen is invited, but I am also sending personal invitations to friends from Aaun as well as from beyond the borders of our rebuilt Kingdom. PERSONAL INVITATIONS: HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Leon Anton Barclay, Grand Prince of Minitz HIS HIGHNESS, Johannes Lothar von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and the Rhine HIS LORDSHIP, Siegmund von Reuss, Margrave of Velen HIS LORDSHIP, Waclaw Jazlowiecki, Count of Warsovia HIS LORDSHIP, Emilio Varoche, Baron of Napoliza HIS LORDSHIP, Fernand de Lewes, Baron of Virdain HIS LORDSHIP, Robert Haverlock, Baron of Gotfridcher HIS LORDSHIP, Krzysztof Jazlowiecki, Baron of Krakovia HIS LORDSHIP, Leufroy Otto von Reuss HIS LORDSHIP, Leonard Franz d’Abbassia HER LADYSHIP, Alicja Julia Jazlowiecki HER LADYSHIP, Jadwiga Maria Jazlowiecki HER LADYSHIP, Konstancja Illena von Reuss HER LADYSHIP, Siegmunda Agnes von Reuss HER LADYSHIP, Guinevere Milena von Reuss HER LADYSHIP, Cosima Victoria Temesch HER LADYSHIP, Claudia Lorena Temesch TANDEM TRIUMPHANS, His Royal Highness, CHARLES REMAN ALSTION, the Lord of Alba

The Paradisian Court presents… THE CHAMBERLAINS GRAND TUVMAS BALL C.1956 [!] Ornaments that adorn the Tuvmas tree in the square. INTRODUCTION As such jolly, though joyous times befall upon our beloved Nation the Chamberlain and the Alba Council saw it was time to host a ball. Despite the brutal times that have befallen us, we host such an event to uplift the spirits of many. We ask that everyone in attendance wear Red and Green to symbolize the primary colors of Tuvmas. We invite our allies the covenant of five to join us in these festivities. May GOD guide us to peace and harmonious days. I T I N E R A R Y Tuvmas Welcome Reception Guests are ushered into the Whitespires walls and arrive at the Tuvmas-like wonderland, greeted by carolers and warm Tuvmas beverages and trinkets to kick off the festive spirit. Royal Tuvmas Address by King John I Gathering in the grand hall as His Royal Majesty, King John I delivers a heartfelt Tuvmas address, expressing gratitude, sharing Tuvmas traditions, and invoking the spirit of joy within our nation. Twilight Ice Skating Extravaganza As the Royal Tuvmas Address concludes and the night begins to fall, guests and citizens are once again ushered outside of the palace to enjoy a magical ice skating session under the twinkling Tuvmas lights, creating a picturesque winter scene. Twinkling Midnight Ballroom The night culminates in a grand ballroom celebration, featuring a mix of Tuvmas classics and contemporary tunes, allowing guests to dance the night away in Aaunic style. The final dance shall be the Golden Dragon, a traditional Aaunic dance. INVITATION LIST NOBILITY OF AAUN His Serene Highness, Ferdinand Barclay, Grand Prince of Minitz @HugoAntero His Highness, Johannnes von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather His Lordship, Siegmund von Reuss, Margrave of Velen @Timer Her Ladyship, Olympe-Regina Dieuxmont de Rosius, Marichoness of Haute-Epine @Axelu His Grace, Jànos Ivanovich, Duke of Stan @Mattiii His Lordship, Wacław Jazlowiecki, Count of Warsovia @ratlordmagic His Lordship, Grzmichuj Jazlowiecki, Baron of Triglav @Mykei His Lorship, Robert Matyas, Baron of Gotfridcher @alien_mc His Excellency, Ferdinand de Lewes, Baron of Virdain, Lord Chancellor of Aaun @Mattiii His Excellency, Emilio Varoche, Vice-Chancellor of Aaun @Enlightenment OUR ALLIES, AND FRIENDS ACROSS LANDS His Royal Majesty, Aleskander II King of Haenseti-Ruska and Citizens of Haense @Mio His Royal Majesty, Adrien I, King of Balian and Citizens of Balian @ErikAzog His Grandness, Garedyn The Emerald, Grand King of Uruguan and Citizens of Urguan @_RoyalCrafter_ Her Majesty, Catherine I, Queen of the Commonwealth of the Petra and Citizens of the Petra @Zaerie His Highness, Cesar II de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia and Citizens of Hyspia @Wavey SIGNED, Her Excellency, Clementine Francisca of Salia, Lady Chamberlain of Paradisian Court Her Ladyship, Lauréne Renaulta Adelaide Ashford de Savoie-Lewes, Grand Reveller of The Paradisian Court

❅ ❆ WINTER WONDERLAND! ❆ ❅ The time for festivities has arrived and Nor-velyth welcomes you to join in on the fun events that are being hosted by our locals; they are sure to be amazing! ❅ Itinerary ❅ Pinecone Hunt Figure Skating Contest Snowball Fight Snowman Contest Outdoor Winter Gala Disclaimer: We do not condone intentionally harming guests and goers, should there be an accident please proceed to a nearby health practitioner or a shaman. ❅ When and Where ❅ Festivities will be held on the 23rd starting @4pm EST. You can find the festival grounds just behind the Bard College! Follow the snow path and candy canes leading there! [Join the Nation Discord!] OOC ❅ Snowman Contest Instruction & Prize❅

In the dead of night, the tranquil Balianese countryside was laid waste to amidst a clash between the Armada and the bandits that plagued the realm; a rift bore itself between the earth and sky, and out spat red-hot flames that targeted soldier and thief alike. Explosions shook the earth, leaving craters so deep one could stand in them – the jousting ring thoroughly destroyed. The sky over Balian was black for days. The outcome was disastrous, and as the handful of survivors: Balthazar, Alfonso Galbraith, and a number of bandits fled, the leader of that troupe took one John Augustus Galbraith as prisoner after finding him fainted in the bushes. In the days following, a metal drake would visit Portoregne, a raggedy letter held within its maws sent by the Royal Legate . . . “HELP ME!!!” [!] A depiction of a very sad Royal Legate. You presume he drew this himself. Comrades! I’ve survived the battle with those wretches – but I’m taken as hostage within Fort Alexandros, they’ve overthrown the place whilst we were prepping for the next field battle. My current guards aren’t quite literate, so they don’t suspect anything of this ‘strange art piece’ I’ve sent you all, but … I don’t what they plan on doing with me. I’m scared. I have little food and water. I cannot move, my legs are broken. Worst of all, I have no lotion for my [pristine] skin nor cucumbers for my eyes! I’M ALREADY BREAKING OUT! I MISS MY BESTEST FRIEND, RHYS! And my family. Please, save me! - John [OOC EVENT INFO] Next Wednesday (December 20) at 3 PM EST! Rally in Balian’s capital.

Penned by The Majordomo C. 1955 INTRODUCTION Following that day’s Royal court, Princess Sophia James Alstion will gracefully step into the realm of adulthood at the splendid age of eighteen, we invite you to join us for an enchanting celebration that will linger in the memories of all who attend throughout the night. EVENT ITINERARY A Royal Joust Join us for a realm-wide joust, where men, women, and teens are invited to showcase their skills. The triumphant victor will be honored with a prize personally bestowed by Her Highness. The Feast of a Thousand Indulge in an extravagant Nameday feast, a culinary celebration fit for her Royal status. Desserts and Gifts for Her Royal Highness After the feast, indulge in a variety of desserts – cakes, puddings, cookies, and more. Simultaneously, attendees will bestow gifts brought for the Princess, creating a sweet and memorable conclusion to the celebration. A Magic Show Fit for a Princess A magic show performed by the esteemed Ser Emir for all those gathered to enjoy. THE AFTER PARTY Games of Splendor As the night gracefully concludes, the Princess will lead her dearest friends into the inner sanctums of the palace for an intimate gathering. There, the air will be filled with the echoes of laughter and the warmth of shared moments, as the group indulges in a night of games, creating cherished inside jokes that will linger in their memories for a lifetime. Beneath GOD’s Gaze, HER ROYAL MAJESTY Amelia of Middelan, Queen-Consort of Aaun, Princess of Alstion, Duchess of Corazon and Balamena, Countess of Enswerp and Whitespire HER ROYAL HIGHNESS Adeline Johanna Alstion, Princess Royal of Aaun HER ROYAL HIGHNESS Sophia James Alstion, Princess of Aaun, The Majordomo of the Paradisian Court