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  1. It was a restless night within the walls of the Jazloviecki Manor in Petra. He had been given a room to stay in by a Jazloviecki named Jan, bastard son of a dear friend of Aurion. Once in a long time, a smile appeared on his grizzled features, as he spent his last moments in the room. The Knight thought of everyone he encountered during his journeys across Almaris. He thought back to his time in Grodno, a place that meant a lot to the man. And after that, when Acre forced Grodno’s people from their homes. Eventually he settled down at Sedan, where old friends ruled that principality. He was knighted for his service to that very same principality, and even found love. The Grizzled Knight had a good life, albeit short. One full of adventures, full of stories. When he awoke during that night, he found almost all the strength from his body sapped away, he knew that this was the night he would die.,Using his remaining energy, he managed to go up the flight of stairs, until he saw her. She passed from this world into the Seven Skies seven years ago, so long ago he thought. Then he suddenly came to a stop, Aurion falling to his knees, extending a hand out into the air. He saw her, though it was merely a projection of his mind. “Giuliana?” He managed out, a soft smile cracking onto his face. “Is that you? My love?” He said, before slumping forward, his hand still reaching out. He then looked up, through the window, and finally took his last breath.
  2. Penned by Bianka Ophelia Jazloviecki, 1891 The nights howls with the emptiness left in our creaking home and most chattering has succumbed to silence with the loss of our parent’s presence. The breaking of dawn seems vastly lonelier with no clear view of where to go next with our life journey. Walking through those same streets where you laid your last breaths feels ever more suffocating. I wish for your companionship again, never would I have thought that I could lose you both at such a fragile age. There are so many life lessons I must learn in order to honour the name I have been given but you are not here to help me. I am sorry for how unruly I was, my childish antics overcame my common sense and I don’t know if I can forgive myself. There is still so much I desire to display to you, my harp skills have become quite adequate and I have become more ‘ladylike’ for you as I engrave similar looks to you both. I yearn for a last embrace or even a last goodbye for I have been stripped of even that. I do not care if you both were vampyres, first and foremost you were my parents who gave life to me. You both cared and treasured our family with every amount of love intertwined within yourselves. I wish for you to come back. I wish for the laughter we shared to ring in my ears once more. I wish for all of us to be family again. They have spilled the blood of my kin and I will never have those precious innocent moments again. Now I must live with despair and bareness of my soul as my pure childhood was cut short. I hope you are pleased with such outcomes and the destruction of the Jazloviecki youthfulness. SIGNED, Bianka Ophelia Jazloviecki, Daughter of Maciej and Ottillie Jazloviecki, Margrave and Margravine-consort of Grodno
  3. ISSUED ON THE 11TH OF THE FIRST SEED, 1889 Upon the recent move to the Principality of Sedan, the women of House Jazloviecki find themselves seeking companions to socialise and confide in within their new homelands. Therefore, the Margravine-consort of Grodno and her eldest daughter Walentyna Stasia invite all women, both of noble and common blood in Sedan, to attend an afternoon tea party to enjoy some light beverages and the accompanying chatter that follows such events - whether it be idle conversation or gossip. Not only will this occasion introduce the new citizens of Johannesport amongst those in attendance, but hopefully shall establish further connections for a possible lady's society in the near future. SIGNED, The Most Honournable, Lady Ottilie Franziska Jazloviecki, Margravine-consort of Grodno, Baroness of Castile The Honourable, Lady Walentyna Stasia of Grodno
  4. DUST TO DUST The last message from the Margraviate of Grodno, penned on 9th of the Amber Cold 1885 [ ♪ ] Depiction of the ruins of Grodno To all those potentially concerned, almost a year ago I was faced with a choice - humiliation, or leaving with honour. I chose honour. Not knowing what awaited us, I decided that I and my men would leave the Eagle's Retreat, place we called home for over a decade. We packed up our belongings and set off - taking food, animals, gold and weapons. Our work did not stop there, we the people of Grodno do not give ours away to the others. We have set ourselves a clear goal - NOT A SINGLE BRICK. With this in mind, work began - sun or rain. We dismantled the fortress stone by stone, brick by brick. Almost like thirteen years ago, when I built this castle together with my brothers Otton and Stanislaw, and uncles August and Jindrich, I now had to dismantle it. It was the second time in my life that I had to leave home, but there was no time for sorrow - we are husbands, fathers, friends - we have higher goals than sadness. After months of work, our effort has come to an end. To commemorate our existence, we have erected a cross in the ruins of the castle, made of oak logs that used to hold the door to the feast hall. The cross is likely to disappear soon due to the weather, our possible enemies or other unknown causes. The memory will stay with us forever. Now our home is once again where my and my family's history experienced its best time - in the south. Our era in Oren ends with this day, and a new one begins in our new home. This is the last message written within the walls of what remains of Eagle's Retreat. May God protect those who believed in us, and vanquish those who wished for our downfall. Signed, Maciej Jazloviecki, Margrave of Grodno
  5. THE EXODUS OF GRODNO Penned by Maciej Jazloviecki, on 3rd of Malin's Welcome 1885 [ ♪ ] Depiction of Grodnoid ships leaving the Orenian shore To the people of Grodno, With the end of the Orenian civil war, it is time to account for the deeds of our council, soldiers and our people. Many have fallen in this senseless war that has consumed the souls of our brothers. They fought on both sides of the barricade, needlessly so. Now that hostilities have quietened down and the dust of war has finally settled - it is time for peace and reconstruction. A reconstruction that the House Jazloviecki will not carry out in the place they have called home since the fall of Savoy. Faced with a choice, the Margrave made a decision - It was time to leave what was ours and, with God's help, find a new home - the promised land. Grodno remains behind and our faces are turned to where hope for a better tomorrow stands. We will march out of our walls united, spitting in the face of death and the hardships of wandering, until we arrive where God will lead us. South, north, east or west - it does not matter, we will settle where there is room for us. With this day, we discard the past - the wrong as well as the right decisions. The future awaits us, but not here. We wish good luck and God's providence to the Harvest Confederacy and their allies. Those who want to follow us may do so. Those who want to stay, let them do so. Our toil in Arentania is over. As we depart in peace, we leave our final message: We forgive and ask for forgiveness. God will judge us for our actions against this land. Signed, T.M.H Maciej Jazloviecki, Margrave of Grodno T.M.H Ottilie Franziska Jazloviecki, Margravine-consort of Grodno His Lordship Otton Jazloviecki
  6. PICKING UP THE MARGRAVIAL SCEPTRE Penned and signed by Maciej Jazloviecki, in the Margraviate of Grodno on 19th of Grand Harvest 1875 Less than a decade ago, me, family and friends loyal to my name for generations, lived in our beloved Savoy. My father, our pride and leader, passed away unexpectedly. At that time already, the merciful God gave me the sceptre of power as Lord Regent of Lvinsk. I never hid my anger that while I was wasting the years of my youth, the rightful ruler, my elder brother Stanislaw was having fun somewhere away. It took him a year to return home, for a year our father's corpse had already decomposed, and it was only after that time that he dared to return. Disgraceful was the past of my brother, who wanted to call himself a "restorer". I faithfully followed his path, as it was destined for me by birthright. Once we have settled on our new land, given to us by our beloved King Frederick, I was chosen by Stanislaw to begin my term in the office as the venerable Komes. Less than a decade of slowly getting used to the new realities, and Stanislaw now lies dead. In the absence of any descendant from his blood I raise the sceptre and the Margrave's coronet in his stead. Knowing what was the life of my late brother, I additionally disinherit and exclude from the line of succession possible bastards of Stanislaw I Jazloviecki. I appoint my friend and faithful ally, Masashi Iekami, to take the place as my Komes. Let it be known that I am not my brother, nor my father - I will fear no evil and raise my sword against anyone who wishes to harm my family or the holy Canonist Church. Today marks the beginning of a new era for my House and the March. I will keep every one of my promises now and in the future, so help me God. REJOICE MOTHER LECHIA Signed, The Most Honourable, Maciej Jazloviecki, Margrave of Grodno, Hetman of the Eagle's Watch, Defender of Lechians
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