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  1. The Baptismal, Coming-of-Age, and Funeral Traditions of House van Leuven Scelera non nostrorum. Issued by Firress Adelina Claire van Leuven on the 8th of Tov ag Yermey, 526 E.S. ꒰ ♱ ⊱─────────⊰ ✶ ⊱─────────⊰ ♱ ꒱ In the heart of the intertwining Savoyard and Raevir cultures lies a captivating narrative of heritage, adaptation, and evolution. Within the fabric of the van Leuven family, these rich traditions have melded over time, birthing a tapestry of unique customs and rituals that resonate with depth and meaning to us. Central to this fusion are the Three Pyres - its terminology derived directly from Savoyard culture - acting as symbolic markers echoing the significance of life's pivotal moments: baptism, coming-of-age, and funerals. Through the lens of these profound ceremonies, we embark on a journey of exploration, delving into the intricate layers of tradition that bind generations and shape identities. Baptisms: The Pyre of Birth Ve Nascufeu In the tapestry of van Leuven tradition, baptism emerges as a sacred rite deeply rooted in both Jorenic Canonism and Savoyard beliefs. Drawing inspiration from the vast expanse of waters, reminiscent of the Jorenic concept of purification and renewal, the baptismal ceremony embraces the symbolic strength of immersion. Families face a choice: to gently submerge their infant into the water or to opt for the preferred tradition of tossing them into the depths, symbolizing resilience and fortitude. This intimate moment is reserved for family and close friends, a sanctified bond between the child, their kin, and the divine. For the van Leuvens, baptism holds profound significance, intertwined with the notion of original sin and the imperative of cleansing. Reflecting Savoyard doctrine, it is customary for infants to be baptized within their first year, ensuring their spiritual journey commences untainted. Attendees honor this sacred occasion by bestowing gifts of wine, cheeses, and other delicacies upon the parents and babe, symbolizing abundance and goodwill. Yet, for heirs destined to inherit the mantle of leadership, the baptismal journey takes on added layers of tradition and ceremony. While the initial baptism remains a private affair, celebrated within the familial enclave, it is expected that the household head hosts a grand public ceremony to announce the future heir's union with GOD. Thus, many heirs undergo two baptisms: one intimate and personal, the other a grand spectacle, adorned in traditional attire bearing the house insignia and the names of saints, symbolizing their sacred lineage. Following the sacred rites, jubilation ensues as the van Leuvens and their esteemed guests gather to revel in the joyous occasion. Inspired by Raevir peasant customs, festivities often spill outside the church or into taverns, where refined Savoyard delicacies mingle with the spirited rhythms of Raevir dance. Before the night's revelry reaches its crescendo, the baptism dance commences, a cherished tradition wherein family and friends encircle the babe in a bassinet, weaving a tapestry of blessings and aspirations. With each participant representing virtues and qualities, the infant's reactions are interpreted as omens of their future path, imbuing the celebration with a sense of divine guidance and familial legacy. ꒰ ♱ ⊱─⊰ ✶ ⊱─⊰ ♱ ꒱ Coming-of-Age: The Pyre of Adulthood Ve Avancuadé The coming of age ceremony in the van Leuven household is a sacred tradition, steeped in symbolism and ritual. As the child approaches adulthood, they don the attire symbolic of the stag, embodying strength and grace. Wrapped in a deer hide cloak or adorned with a hussariyan cross made from antlers, they stand ready to embark on their journey of transition. The ceremony begins with a solemn church service, where the child is re-baptized, reaffirming their commitment to their faith. Following this, they embark on a pilgrimage, ranging from three months to a full year, seeking tasks to fulfill or volunteer opportunities to demonstrate their loyalty to the church and their community. This usually comes in the form of traveling to another Kingdom or Principality which follows the Canonist faith and requesting a task at the behest of the Bishop or other clergy positioned there. Upon their return, the Feast of Fire awaits, a celebration marking their entrance into adulthood. For heirs, it's a grand affair, with a feast fit for nobility and festivities tailored to their personality. Donned in one of the house colors - blue, white, or gold - or attire inspired by their lineage, they engage in games, songs, and dances, symbolizing joy and unity. The highlight of the feast is the ceremonial dance around the bonfire. Family members encircle the flames, performing traditional dances or personal choices. As the flames flicker, the debutante casts aside three items from their childhood, symbolizing their readiness to embrace the future. With a leap over the flames, they demonstrate their resilience against evil, supported by prayers and the collective spirit of their family. In the culmination of the ceremony, the household head presents the debutante with a token representing their individuality, a cherished memento of their coming of age. Additionally, they receive a gold ring adorned with a polished sunstone, bearing the insignia of the household—a symbol of their lineage and the journey they've undertaken. ꒰ ♱ ⊱─⊰ ✶ ⊱─⊰ ♱ ꒱ Funerals: The Pyre of Life Passa di l’arci In the intricate preparation leading up to the funeral ceremony, the family meticulously honors both Savoyard and Raevir traditions. The process begins with the solemn act of hunting and killing a male deer, known as a stag, symbolizing strength and resilience. Concurrently, a new sword is forged, engraved with the name of the departed, signifying their valor and legacy. As the family readies themselves for the funeral, they meticulously prepare a sumptuous feast and procure formal funeral attire, adhering to the solemnity of the occasion. The course of the funeral unfolds with deliberate symbolism and reverence. Amidst a gathering of loved ones, the feast commences, with a closed coffin serving as a poignant reminder of the impending farewell. This ceremonial meal echoes the sentiment of the "last supper," a final communion shared with the departed. Following this somber repast, the stag, hunted and killed with purpose, is emptied and laid on its back. Within its hollowed confines, the deceased is placed, adorned in new attire, embodying a departure from earthly ties. A pristine sword, never before wielded by the departed, is nestled in their hands, a testament to their journey beyond mortal realms. Two gold coins, adorned with sun motifs, rest upon their eyelids, guiding their passage into the afterlife. As the funeral ceremony unfolds, prayers are offered, and final words spoken, carrying the weight of collective grief and remembrance. The culmination of the ritual arrives with the purification of the body, enshrined within the stag's form, consumed by cleansing flames. Amidst the pyre's blaze, offerings are tenderly tossed, each item meticulously chosen and imbued with significance, symbolizing the depth of love and reverence for the departed. The ashes, now purified and sanctified, are reverently buried, often beneath a blanket of flowers, a silent tribute to the beauty and impermanence of life. In a final gesture of communal farewell, the Last Drink of Death is shared, a symbolic act of unity and remembrance as the fallen van Leuven rests beneath the earth. Through these sacred rites, the family honors their unique fusion of traditions, paying respect to both histories of their bloodline. ꒰ ♱ ⊱─────────⊰ ✶ ⊱─────────⊰ ♱ ꒱ Signed, Firress, Adelina Claire Van Leuven Matriarch van Leuven Firress, Mahaut Marie Van Leuven
  2. Short Stories by Leuven The Sheep Sisters "Sheep Sisters” by Yves Lysander de Falstaff Written by Eudoxia Leontina van Leuven The 21th day of Joma & Umund of 522 E.S. On a day like any other, where the sun shined brightly above the lively highlands and where the pastures were eternally green. Where sheep and all sorts of cattle roamed these prosperous lands where the sun seemed to never set, where the snow never fell, and all who wandered slept peacefully. The animals of the highlands would gather around a bustling creek, resting their heads and bodies under the loving warmth of the smiling sun, her joy endless and eternal like the life around them. However, on this particular day, all that was familiar would become foreign and new as the sun would begin to set. As the loving sun fled for the highest peak of the mountains, the cattle and wildlife began to panic. Whilst in the middle of panic, two sheep would approach the animals of the highlands. The sheep named Sel and Ese would calm down the crowd with soothing words filled with warmth like the sun which left them only minutes ago. Sel and Ese then promised all who were gathered near the creek and to the highlands itself that they would return the sun. The sheep sisters would then begin to prepare for their long and treacherous journey under the embrace of darkness and sorrow, the highlands plagued by all the terrors of the night. As the sisters finally finished and made way for the mountains and its highest peak, they looked back upon the now-empty lands. Despite this sadness and darkness, their hearts remained golden and their minds sharp as a blade. Finally, the sisters Sel and Ese would turn on their hoofs and begin their journey to return to the sun. As the sisters began their journey to the highest peak of the mountains to save their sun, they encountered a lonely bull named Erk. This bull was large, yet shy and skittish. Its fur was black as the night which plagued their homeland and its eyes were soft and gentle as the wool on the sheep sister’s back. Sel and Ese asked this lonely bull if it wished to join them on their journey to return the sun. Erk the bull questioned the sheep sisters on why it was good to return the sun when the sun revealed his small horns. Revealing his biggest embarrassment to all who gathered among the creek. The sheep sisters would then begin to comfort the bull before being interrupted by a pack of villainous monsters birthed by the shadows. Whilst the sheep sisters were corned, high above the pair would be a hive of wasps on a branch held by a thin thread. The bull with quick thinking and wit would grab a stick and throw it directly towards the thin thread which held up the hive. It was only seconds before the pair of sheep would meet their unfortunate end that they would be saved by the wits of this timid bull, the hive falling onto the grotesque monsters. As the hive landed onto the crowd of these villainous monsters, the irritated wasps would rise from the destroyed home, chasing these shadowy creatures off a cliff before they chased after, flying down the cliff. The bull took a sigh of relief while the sheep sisters rushed towards the bull, giving him a tight embrace of warmth. Explaining to this skittish and timid bull that it is not his physical strength that gives him power, but his wit and intelligence that save them in the end. With that, the sheep sisters with their new friend, Erk, would travel onward to save the sun. In the middle of their path, a mighty stag gently laid near a wilting rose, his eyes filled with tears while lowering his head. Despite his tears, the stag appeared to be powerful and intimidating with its high and sharp antlers, yet so beautiful and kind with its soft brown coat of fur. As the group approached this mournful stag and introduced themselves, the stag would remain silent in its mourning, only telling his name, Leu. The mournful stag would explain that the cause of his sorrow would be the death of his companion, his lover. This wilting rose was the only reminder of his deceased lover and as it wilted, his heart shattered piece by piece. Once again, as before, monsters approached the group. Fading into existence through the shadows. As the sheep sisters and the bull were cornered, the mighty stag would only turn its head away. Awaiting for their impending deaths before a memory would be played out in Leu’s mind. His lover, his beloved, reminds him of their dreams. Their dreams of peace and warmth, and so, the stag had risen where he laid and fended off the shadowy monsters, though, in return, the rose had finally fully wilted away. At this loss the stag would turn towards the group, explaining his newfound purpose with teary eyes as he looked down at the fully wilted rose. Promising his life and fullest devotion to helping these sisters bring the sun back to the highlands. Yet, the sisters only approached the stag, giving him a tight and warm embrace. Comforting the mournful stag with bright smiles like the ever-so-foreign sun. The pair of sisters alongside Erk and Leu would continue their journey to the highest peak. The high peaks of the mountains seem closer and closer than before. Yet, no sign of the fleeting sun. As the group made their final steps to the high peaks of the mountains, they would have a sudden realization that there was no sun in sight. Only darkness and sorrow, a vast emptiness which couldn’t be filled. At this discovery, the sheep sisters would fall upon their knees, their hope fleeting like the sun minutes ago. The stag and bull went onwards to comfort the sisters before noticing a bright light of warmth and comfort emitting from a cave only a few steps away. Cries of sadness would be heard coming from this damp and murky cave, as the sisters stood themselves up from the cold stone and approached the cave with their new friends. They would notice a singular raven, standing in front of a lonely flame. This flame was as small as the nearest pebble, barely staying alive with it only being fed twigs. The group then asked this stranger if she knew where the sun had fled to, where is the sun if not up atop this mountain. The raven with its dark feathers which only consumed the light emitted from the flames would reveal she was the sun, the sun which fled. Only a few seconds later, not even allowing the group to comprehend this discovery, a horde of these shadowy monsters would surround the cave. However, instead of attacking, these monsters would begin to insult the lonely raven. It was then that it was realized that these shadows were the embodiment of the insecurities of the sun. All her sorrows and pains. Alone while resting up above all who flourished under her light. The shadows would then begin to insult and control the minds of the group, telling the bull that it was weak, the stag that it was useless, and then the sheep sisters that they had failed. While the group would succumb to these trances, the raven would only turn its head away while the flames of the fire would begin to flicker away. Erk the bull would return to reality, remembering the words spoken by Sel and Ese. Reminding the sisters while they were deep in their trances that without the both of them, he would never be able to realize his worth through intelligence. Leu the stag would then follow along in the steps of Erk and return to reality. Shouting to the possessed sisters that without them, he would never remember the dreams of his lover, a dream of peace. Finally, the sisters would escape the trance placed on them by these shadowy creatures, comforting the raven. Sel and Ese then explained that without the support of the sun, there would be no light and warmth. Despite the few complaints and injuries to one’s confidence, there are many more who care and value the sun. With this, the raven would turn its head, looking towards the group before hopping down to lift the flames with its talons and fly up to the sky. Passing by both the group and shadows. Yet, the shadows chased after the raven while it flew up into the empty skies, the flame held onto its talons growing brighter and brighter before filling the sky up with warmth and light once again. The shadows would then fade from existence as the sun returned to the sky. The group then left the darkness of the cave, their eyes focused on the bright sun as it shined once again. Her comfort and warmth embraced all who rested below her. The group of animals would eventually return down from the mountain and back to the creek, and the highlands were saved. Not from a classically strong and violent hero, but by the golden hearts of a pair of good sisters. It was not violence but compassion and harmony which triumphed in the end.
  3. KOENG ALEKSANDR I AND KOENAS AMAYA OF VENZIA ISSUED BY THE ON THIS 4TH DAY OF VZMEY AG HYFF OF 522 E.S. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ During the final months of beloved monarchs, Karl III and Amadea of Susa, Elia Eryka sat down to discuss how to reward a few of the most impactful subjects of their reign. As a result the trio came up with a tradition they hoped to continue through the years following the rule of later successors. Now that our beloved monarchs have ended their tenure as our beloved Koeng and Koenas, we continue a tradition of loyal exchange, offering a small regalia of thanks to those who stood out in their loyalty and merit. By bestowing a trio regalia of three different classes; Ve Barbanov Estrejna, Ve Szlar Kareunar, and Ve Karosir Edlervik. The first reserved for only the most prestigious five who the monarchs felt stuck with them greatly at some point throughout their reign, the latter for the peers and their households that stuck by or rose during their reign, and lastly those who are worth honorable mention for their deeds. It is in continuing this time honored tradition in its third volume, that we present the Loyal Exchange of His Royal Majesty, Aleksandr II and Her Royal Majesty, Amaya of Venzia and showcase those who have impacted their reign. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ Ve Barbanov Ezstrejna: A regalia of great renown in means both materialism and symbolism, brought to life during the end of Aleksandr II and Amaya of Venzia’s reign. This pendant holds onto a center pearl cradling a cluster of five pearls surrounding it, stretched outwards into delicate aureate prongs with the same ivory spheres in their grasp. To the flank of each stretched out six pointed tips each having four pearls on their facade, ranging in size the narrower it went. Granted to only the most prestigious subjects who served their monarchs loyally in their tenure. Ve Szlar Kareunar: A disc-shaped brooch forged from ferrum-alloy that was no bigger than 2-inches in its circumference. The facade found itself displaying that mighty insignia of House Barbanov with the side views of Aleksandr II and Amaya of Venzia facing it. Additionally, dangling from the piece was a smaller disc bound by silver chainlets cradling the sigil of the destined noble house it was bestowed unto. A piece to represent the loyalty during the royal tenure. Ve Karosir Edlervik: A simple band of silver sized accordingly for its specific owner, wrought into a sheer surface with slight divots in the contour of the Kingdom of Haense insignia. On the inside face of the ring was the etched name of who it was bestowed upon, while just on the outer-side was the simple phrase, “Krusae zwy Kongzem.” Gifted to those for their loyal service to Aleksandr II and Amaya of Venzia. ✧⊱🜂⊰✧ Ve Barbanov Ezstrejna: Aleksandr II: DUKE VIKTOR VAR RUTHERN: The first is dedicated to my last surviving childhood friend, one who has been there for everything and carried massively throughout the war. Krusae zwy Kongzem, my friend. @ContestedSnow CARDINAL JOSEF: The second is dedicated to a man not only blessed by his efforts in our beloved church of Canon, but his undeniable skill as Lord Palatine. He was aggressive when I needed to be passive and passive when I needed to be aggressive. Our efforts together shone, and it was reflective through all of my actions within Haense during my reign. @Pureimp10 MARGRAVE OTTO LUDOVAR: The third is dedicated to a mighty man who has been around for the entirety of my reign, with an honorable mention of his household Ludovar, whose efforts were seen by all throughout the tenure of my reign. His massive merits shall not go unnoticed. @Doggedwasupxxx LORD LEONID KORTREVICH: The fourth is dedicated to Lord Leonid, a loyal man who has served both Haense and the BSK with great valor. I must formally praise him for his effort within the BSK during my reign and the credit for its glory goes to him thanks to his honorable merit. @erictafoya A DEDICATION TO THOSE LOST: The fifth is dedicated to those lost along the way. I’ve been blessed with a long reign, and many passed who didn’t get to see the end. May GODani guide you, friends. Amaya of Venzia: LORD FABIAN KORTREVICH: The first is dedicated to my rock in navigating the intricacies of courtly life, and single handedly helped me create a flourishing court system that functioned efficiently for years. My best friend. @critter LADY MARIAN WEISS: The second is dedicated to someone who is like a daughter to me. I’ve always admired her hard work in the courts and the clinic. @CasChaos LADY IOANNA KORTREVICH: The third dedication is to a warm face to welcome those into Haense - an amazing woman who shall continue to warm Haense's hearth. @MunaZaldrizoti LADY LIRIDONA AMADOR: The fourth dedication is to my devoted Chamberlain and Custodian later on, who always supported me in my endeavors and was there to lend a helping hand. @Cheese FIRRESS DEIA: My fifth dedication goes to my most reliable confidant and my wonderful handmaiden who has served me for the remainder of my life. @ivery Ve Szlar Kareunar: House Baruch, Duchy of Valwyck House Ruthern, Duchy of Vidaus House Ludovar, Margraviate of Kvasz House Colborn, County of Malkovya House Weiss, Viscounty of Novkursain House Amador, Viscounty of Zvezlund House Godunov, Barony of Verskaya House Stafyr, Barony of Thurant House Kortrevich, Barony of Koravia House Valkonen, Barony of Szargrad House Kovachev, Barony of Kovgrad Ve Karosir Edlervik: Cardinal Villorik Princess Veronica Weiss Dame Rosalind Valkonen Lord Konrad Stafyr Firress Esmeray Luceran Firr Cedomir Morozov Firr Seraph Morozov-Tabbris Gifts for Those Parted: Although not done historically by the late Baroness Elia Eryka, I have found it befitting to provide regalia to those who have parted during the reign of His Majesty Aleksandr I and Her Majesty Amaya of Venzia. A gift of best wishes to the households: Barclay and de Pelear, on their newfound journey as separate domains. Having inherited the works of the aforementioned late Baroness, I have discovered designs of an unreleased and unfinished collection of headpieces inspired by the various households of Haense during the time of Elia Eryka. I had thought of no better gifts to finish and bestow to said houses. Zirkel des Adlerflugs: A crown made out of evident care and great luxury, forged from the finest Karosgrad mineral, made from pure gold. As such, it is not meant for daily wear, and intended to be used in greater events, symbolic of the Waldenian and Reinmaren might. The band itself is detailed with an intricate design of eight repeating panels, each hosting four smaller round-cut blue diamonds, and one giant zinnia-cut emerald: thirty-two and eight in total. Atop the band are protruding figurines of eagles with their wings splayed, hovering above each section where the emerald lay and within their torsos rest marquise-cut tanzanites. In between each of the birds was a decorative lorraine cross, each four points holding onto a small round-cut emerald. The center eagle was poised with its wings held out more largely, three relevant gemstones decorating its core: One ruby from Haense, one garnet from Savoy, and one red diamond from Aaun - all meant to represent where the Household Barclay swore alliance prior. As a bit of a treat, below the main eagle just above one of the larger emeralds was the two engravings of side-view stallions as an ode to the household founder, with a particularly striking black opal. One of the few gemstones left from the collection of Her Majesty, Eve of Aesterwald. The late Queen of the Westerlands. This crown was not only to be worn by any gender, but a piece made in the honor of Duchess Ravenna Barclay nee Stafyr, Baroness Elia Eryka’s first born daughter. Corona de las Edades: One of the many unfinished designs by Baroness Elia Eryka, refurbished and finished by the late Princess Veronica Weiss. It is a base of strong steel, repurposed from a helmet forged together alongside both the aforementioned Princess and Cesar I. It consists of five large polished sapphires in the emerald-cut as they line the different panels of the crown, having been harvested within Almaris on the shores of Hyspia’s beaches. In between each gemstone rests the side portrait of different Viceroyals, each carved from luxurious ivory. Cesar I, Francisco I, Cesar II, and Ramona I. The band of the crown itself gradually sinks down into a slimmer width, trimmed with lorraine-cross motifs, and other elaborate detailings. In the back behind the band is a thin slip, allowing for a veil to be applied for female wearers. Protruding from the top however in a peculiar fashion is the outline of various Hyspian castles and citadels, offering both insight and reminder of Hyspia’s past. It is a piece of regalia forged with great love and passion for the culture. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ His Royal Majesty, ALEKSANDR II, 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, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia, and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Markev, Nenzing, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Astfield, Buck, Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, and Rytsburg, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera. Her Royal Majesty, AMAYA OF VENZIA, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, 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, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, etcetera The Honorable, Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss, Viscountess of Novkursain, Baroness of Zvaervauld, Curator of the Crown Jewels
  4. KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM Issued by Erik Edvard Colborn on this 14th of Jula ag Piov of 522 Hearken, all of Aevos, for Queen Amaya has fallen. Her passing ought not be marked with sorrow and denial, for she was greatly favoured by the Light in death, as much as she was in life. For, in life, she wore her crown as Queen of Haense. She stood astride her lord husband on the battlefields of the Covenant War, from the historic triumphs at Breakwater and Hippo’s Gorge, to the bitter defeats of Westmark. She wielded her glaive as the General of the Rosen Banner, who marshalled even the courtiers of the Esrova Palace to bear steel in battle against the Veletzians and Orcs. She was lauded as the Queen of the People, for she was ever a present warmth on the streets of Valdev, and her grace was exclusive to none. In death, she was the White Flame. Though her body grew weak and blighted, she was favoured with death in battle against the Infernals she had once shown mercy to. She was blessed as the Blossom-Blooded, for when she bled upon the soil, fresh tulips bloomed to mark her favour in the Seven Skies. She was the Summer Rain, for, when the bells of Valdev marked her passing, those who loved her so wept until autumn had come - and those that loved her so were beyond counting. Let all the realms of man come pay their respects. To Amaya. Queen of Haense. The White Flame. OOC DETAILS Lord, Erik Edvard Colborn, Grand Elder, Holder of Lysnir the Shadowbane
  5. [!] A missive would find itself in the mailboxes of all Lords, Ladies and Commoners in the realm. IN SUPPORT OF MALKOVYA AN ALLIANCE UPHELD Issued by The House of Weiss Naf zwy 16th hag i Joma ag Umund i 520 E.S. A depiction of pyres prepared to burn Darkspawn upon. Once upon a time, our ancestors Felix Weiss and Carolus Colborn spoke with one another. The union of Weiss and Colborn was to be had, the two Weiss sisters, Via and Sierra marrying to Brendell and Carolus Colborn alike. An alliance was made then, to aid each other in our times of need - and today an alliance shall be upheld. Grave injury has been threatened upon your household, by beings of a dark nature, of Spooks and Undead who would see those wiped out. It is with this, the house of Weiss pledges to take up and provide arms today to aid their Colborn allies in the defense of their livelihoods. GODspeed for the Lion’s Pride has been awoken. “Va Ve Maan.” Signed, The Honorable, Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss, Viscountess of Novkursain, Baroness of Zvaervauld The Honorable, Christopher Fabian Weiss, Viscount-Consort of Novkursain, Baron-Consort of Zvaervauld Lady Reza Talya Weiss, Captain of the Levkursain
  6. Published from the County of Malkovya ISSUED ON THE 10TH OF TOV AND YERMEY, 519 E.S. After guiding the House of Colborn for 18 years, Count Cassian Alarik Colborn has deemed it the necessary time to abdicate authority as Patriarch to his kusin, Mikhail Colborn. The time of Colborn remained calm under the guidance of Lord Cassian, and through the years of peace, it is time for Colborn to pursue greater heights once more. As such, Mikhail Colborn, from this moment forward, will be established as the Patriarch of the House of Colborn, the Count of Malkovya, Viscount of Venzia, Baron of Bethlenen, Lord of Vitraval, and the Protector of Scyflings. Lord Cassian Alarik Colborn has retired and will resume his efforts towards the growth of House Colborn forevermore. The Right Honourable, Cassian Alarik Colborn, Count of Malkovya, Viscount of Venzia, Baron of Bethlenen, Lord of Vitraval, and the Protector of Scyflings
  7. TO HIS ROYAL MAJESTY ALEKSANDR II, 6th of Snow's Maiden, 168th Year of the Second Age ____________________________________________________ With utmost respect and sincere reverence do I extend this open letter to His Royal Majesty @Mio, Her Royal Majesty @sarahbarah, and the rest of Your Royal Family. I wish You unyielding health and spirits indomitable upon Your triumphant return and Her Royal Majesty’s graceful retirement from the courts. May peace, progress, and prosperity boundless in nature grace Your reigns endlessly. I grow less a stranger to Your beautiful country, people, and courts with each passing day. My heart boasts deep love for this Kingdom, with its honorable, trustworthy people. For within, I have found a place to call home. In this light, I humbly seek audience with His Royal Majesty, Her Royal Majesty, and any individual deemed appropriate. For no longer am I able to withhold my silenced voice regarding the egregious defeats under the leadership of the Lord Marshal Ser Leonid Kortrevich @erictafoya in combatting the Shadow Harrower menace whom demonically parades, harasses, and murders so freely in the country I love. To establish my position, and create some intention of good faith, one cannot write a letter such as this without giving due credit. The burden shouldered by Your Lord Marshal in combatting the monstrous Shadow Harrowers besieging Castle Morteskvan is a responsibility akin to bearing the mountains upon one’s shoulders, and bears mental duress equal in measure. Efforts to shoulder this responsibility are admirable. Yet in such a light, it is equally imperative that we not turn our eyes blind to the outcome of the Lord Marshal's recent operations: failure. Failures occur in warfare. Men will always die. Yet never in my four hundred years have I appallingly witnessed the lifeless bodies of my comrades shot out of catapults like ammunition. It was of my own volition in which I painstakingly discovered key vulnerabilities in the enemy’s defenses, corroborated by Ser Audo Weiss the Raven @Frostdrop1(who bears no involvement in this correspondence). Consider then the dismay that befell me upon the telling of the battle plans for Operation Bloody Gate which blatantly disregarded these vulnerabilities. In disregarding this critical intelligence, Your forces were directed by the Lord Marshal to instead engage the enemy up an icy mountain fraught with traps (ones against which I had detected, and vehemently cautioned). Despite my warnings, the Lord Marshal recklessly ordered Your army to charge directly through this deadly path. The disastrous assault bore grave fruit, and saw many of Your army beset by pitfalls, spike traps, and ultimately consumed by an avalanche orchestrated by Tyr, the enemy. My comrades and myself narrowly avoided being consumed by the mountain, whilst suffering a now embarrassing third retreat from an enemy whom should have been easily defeated. I count myself fortunate that the honor and lives of the valiant men and women under my command, and myself, were not taken by snow. It is my profound concern that further avoidable misfortunes are to be shouldered by my beloved countrymen. Whether that is being launched from a catapult like Venerable Armsman Vasili Vanrov @Helios_ (may GOD rest his venerable soul), capture and vicious execution like Valorous Dagfinn the Squire @Youngie5500(may GOD rest his valorous soul), succumbing to an avalanche as in Operation Bloody Gate, or even fates worse than what my imagination can produce. It is not my intent to create slander. It is not my intent to play politics. Only to rip out this thorn from our sides, and to ensure peace unending. I seek no blood from Your Lord Marshal. I believe that he is a good man with a good heart, and no quarrel do I seek. Yet I cannot remain silent when he has displayed a keen disregard for the safety of Your troops, my comrades, produces flawed battle plans ending in consistent defeat, and has so far made no progress in his responsibility to dispose of these animals. The continued deployment of the Lord Marshal’s plans, developed without critical intelligence in mind, will see avoidable follies bear more grave fruit and allow for the persistence of the enemy. I strive to express to You my well-founded concerns. Should You give my humble self the honor of Your presence, it is my wish to present and explore solutions which myself and my own counsel have produced. In an extension of good faith, should You permit such a meeting, it is my hope Your Lord Marshal will be in attendance so that he might provide what input he has, as well as say what he will to me. It is my hope You will grant me the honor of speaking man to man. For You will find that my way brings fire, steel and death to the enemies of Your Kingdom. Signed, Greiret Malviser Elverhilin-Finnigan-Faean Governor of the Province of Esterwick, Immortal of the Kingdom of Gladewynn, Annilir of Malin’s Virarim, Supreme Battlemage of the Gladewynn Company, Knight-Enchanter of the Enchantry and Partiarch of the Elverhilin Family
  8. The elven woman read the note incredulously, never before had she read an informative piece that was ironically so vague. She wastes no time, writing a note in response and affixing it to this. "You write about the White Comet at quite an opportune time, as I had the pleasure of eavesdropping the existence of said cover-up by a not-too-alert Bishop Villork in Haense captial." "While I appreciate the gracious time and effort the church has put into recognizing rumours, I would like it to be brought to attention the utter lack of transparency at what has actually transpired." "Please, do enlighten us commonfolk about this plague that appeared, not too long after the rumours of cannibalism and necromancy were spread through Haense. Would you have a good answer for that or continue your euphemistic attempt at dispelling what is reasonable concern?" "On that accord, I would've thought Haense had allies who could 'investigate the issue'? If I'm to understand your logic, we are to put faith in a group of clergymen so flagrantly biased toward King Aleksander that they'd equate law with religion? The danger of an archlich and you dare play the role of a distraught and helpless priest?" "If you are that self-absorbed, I question how you got into theology in the first place. Here's some advice from a commoner like me: the actions and consequences of you and your people affect the innocent lives of your citizens, neighboring countries and perhaps the rest of Aevos. This is the effect of power, my dear." "While you write up your archlich-apologist excuses yet condemn such things in the very same breath, innocent lives are being lost because of your foolish classicism and anti-magic rhetoric. I beseech you, at least enlighten us why you find these 'commonfolk rumours' to be deserving of an 'exclusive internal examination' by the very people connected to said rumours." "You've done it before, now do it again, tell us plainly who your enemies are. From my perspective, you're framing everyone -- including your citizens -- as such." "This is for the eyes of a His Majesty Aleksander: Do not toy with magic again, it is unbefitting of a buffoon to pursue such a path. Sit at your throne, smile, wave, et cetera, just don't play the role of the fool. You won't be believed for the same excuse twice." Signed is the name: Haeilie Mirahana & Skit the mana mouse 🐾
  9. [!] A missive would find itself in the mailboxes of all Lords, Ladies and Commoners in the realm. THE BURNING OF THE LILACS; And Planting of the Marigolds Issued by THE WEISS HOUSEHOLD Naf zwy 14th hag i Tov ag Yermey i 516 E.S. [A depiction of the newly planted Marigolds within the Weiss Keep.] With the disappearance of the Viscount Walter Weiss, a challenge is set forth from his heir, the Lady Ofeliya Weiss. "I have told you some years ago that I will challenge you when I see that your blade has dulled. I have asked you, even, after what I’d overheard in the square before the Voidal attack if you needed assistance. And still, you have left. Come back to your family within two Saints days, father, or I will sit upon the ivory throne within Novkurskain." As I pen this missive, the lilacs that are so beloved to you, burn within our courtyard. Flames lick up their stems, being directed in a way that only these flowers alone, burn and burn well. I will have no more of ill luck for the House of Weiss, and marigolds shall take their place. Should you wish to find all in tact, as I systematically change our keep and for the better, come back and sit upon the Ivory throne. Until then, this is my Pride, Lord Walter Weiss. Signed, The Honorable, Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss, Viscountess of Novkursain, Baroness of Zvaervauld, Curator of the Crowns Jewels of the Esrova Court
  10. THE LION’S CUB Issued by The Weiss Household ON THIS 2ND DAY OF GRONNA AG DROBA OF 516 E.S. The Lion’s Pride expands. It was upon the wee hours of the morning within the Staalgrav keep, that the hustling of a harried Valet, Grayson Marshall had soon woke those of the Viscounty. He had made way down to the servants quarters with a clipped pace, ringing a bell that awoke those there. The servantry of the Weiss household, a well-oiled machine, worked prim, punctual and without mistakes. Water soon began to boil, fresh towels were brought to the heiress tower and a sound unheard heard previously keened throughout the keep. Wailing. As the blazing, yellow sun rose overhead, one of the four symbols of the Weiss household shown true - showcasing the majesty of the moment and the righteousness of the heir of the heir born. A wee babe, no more than five pounds, swaddled within Weiss blue blankets. He held his mothers olive eyes, hosting a full head of hair and a pair of lungs that he certainly got from his father. Mother and father peered upon their heir, their child, and gave him a name amidst joyous and exhausted family and friends alike. “Karl Varon Christopher Weiss.” @CasChaos --- It is rumored that the Viscountess, and newly made grandmother, banished anything of perceived ill-luck from the room. Lilacs, primarily, amongst what was removed. One would think Marian to be a general of war, as she commanded the servantry and those of the household with such fluidity. Many of the Weiss, especially the new parents, were not seen for many days - held up within the keep as the roaring of the Lion’s Pride echoed through Staalgravs halls. The Viscount Walter leading the charge amongst them in the celebrations. The child was welcomed into this world amidst much fanfare, a baptism then held, officially welcoming the Lion’s Cub into the pride. Signed, Her Ladyship, Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss, Heiress to the Viscounty of Novkursain His Lordship, Christopher Fabian Weiss
  11. A MESSAGE TO THE PEOPLE The Baron of Verskaya’s message to the people of Haense ISSUED ON THE 15th of Vzmey and Hyff, 516 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, I present to you this message: We have been faced with a terrible challenge. The Raiders of the North close in, already in the process of slamming down our gates. Our Queen is sick, forced to care for her own wellbeing at last. The scum of Veletz has risen once more, a few dishonourable remnants of a long disgraced and tarnished nation. And then there's our King. You have all read the missives - You have all heard the accusations. There are those who believe, and there are those with intelligence. There are those who quite rightly claim him a man of undeniable honour, and there are those who wrongly say he eats children. Here is what I say: WHO CARES? I was not personally aware that the common man and woman had become the Aengul of Judgement - did this occur whilst I was away, sieging the fortresses of the Raiders? Did everyone suddenly obtain the right and privilege to pass their personal verdict as fact and law? If that is the case, then allow me to present mine - I don’t give two shits about the words of a Lich. Quite frankly, I believe with not only the Raiders, but the Undead and the Veletzians, we have enough to worry about without speculating on the allegiance of our own people - Our King - who has fought tooth and bloody nail for this nation and its people. And even if pigs start to fly and our King has betrayed us, how does that even begin to justify hatred towards the Queen? If they were working together, They would BOTH be gone. Instead we have a visibly sick Queen and a King unable to show in public - who we have been told is bedridden. Those who know me know my precarious personal relation with Queen Amaya and her council, but I will be DAMNED before I allow any to even DARE to claim that she is not the People’s Queen. Your Queen. A woman who has defended each and every one of you time and time again, regardless of your character or stance. And so I ask, in the kindest way I can, that you stop your useless bickering - Cease the baseless insults and accusations you all seem to cling so tightly to, and pick up a damn sword. Our Kingdom is under siege; DEFEND IT. The Church will root out any corruption lingering in our lands - It is not our place nor concern to search for it ourselves. To do so is to doubt the Church, and to doubt the Church is to doubt GODAN. Have Faith. Trust in our Patriarch, in our Bishop, to eradicate any lingering taint amongst our flock. Remember: We are Haeseni - we are Warriors of the North and Defenders of Black and Gold. We are the Brotherhood; We are the Common Man, We are the Nobility, and We are the Royalty. Remain Honest. Remain Steadfast. Remain Loyal. And for the sake of our Great Nation; KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM Signed, His Lordship, Anatoliy Ilya Alyovich Godunov, Baron of Verskaya. Her Ladyship, Poppy Sosina Godunov, Baroness-Consort of Verskaya.
  12. THE LION’S UNION Issued by The Weiss Household ON THIS 16TH DAY OF Jula AG Piov OF 515 E.S. Ar A depiction of Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss and Christopher Fabian Galbraith. Trials and tribulations pocket throughout anyone’s life, proven so with those born into the ongoing war. Strife, it bled and bleeds still throughout the cobbled pathways and alleyways of the couple's respective nations - and yet, amongst it all, they found each other. A simple greeting in the tavern turned a stolen day at Lotusgrad, the duo having rowed across the finish line through crystal blue waters. Their laughter rung free, and they grew closer, finding comfort in each other's company. From laughter brewed camaraderie, and the trials of war became trials of courtship. It was hard, difficult, but when was anything anyone ever wanted in life easy? Challenge offered and challenge met. It is with this, that the Weiss household announces their heiress Lady Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss impending nuptials to the Lord Christopher Fabian Galbraith The wedding will take place within the Edvardian Basilica within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, to be followed by drinks within the tavern. [Feb 3rd, directly after Haense court] Formal Invitations are Sent to: His Holiness, Sixtus VI His Royal Majesty, King Aleksandr II of Haense and his pedigree Her Grace, Roslin Baruch, Duchess of Valwyck and her pedigree His Grace, Viktor var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his pedigree His Grace, Alfred Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his pedigree The Most Honourable, Otto Ludovar, Margrave of Kvasz and his pedigree The Right Honourable, Cassian Colborn, Count of Malkovya and his pedigree The Honourable, Walter Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain and his pedigree His Lordship, Henrik Amador, Viscount of Zvezlund and his pedigree His Lordship, Anatoliy Godunov, Baron of Verskaya and his pedigree Her Ladyship, Katrin Stafyr, Baroness of Thurant and her pedigree Her Ladyship, Irena Kortrevich, Baroness of Koravia and her pedigree His Lordship and Her Ladyship, Mikhail and Rosalind Valkonen, Baron and Baroness of Szargrad and their pedigree His Lordship, Fyodor Kovachev, Baron of Kovgrad and his pedigree Her Royal Majesty, Queen Sibyl I of Balian and her pedigree The Right Honorable, Count of Aquiliae, Johan Vuiller and his pedigree The Right Honorable, Count of Salia, Gabriel d'Arkent and his pedigree The Right Honorable, Count of Marsana, Demetrius var Ruthern and his pedigree The Most Honorable, Viscount of Tuvia, Ephrem Kervallen and his pedigree The Honourable, Marq-Barón of Montcoure, Dante DeNurem and his pedigree The Honorable, Baron of Cascanova, John Galbraith and his pedigree The Honorable, Baron of Enderoca, Robert de Lyons and his pedigree The Honorable, Baron of Valio, Casimir Vilac and his pedigree Lord Emilio Varoche Lady Arianna Denodado Lady Viviana Vilac Sir Milonir of Whitehall Firr Maxwell Firress Arcadia Ramnesius Firr Nikandir Firress Deia Firr Grayson Marshall Signed, Her Ladyship, Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss, Heiress to the Viscounty of Novkursain His Lordship, Christopher Fabian Galbraith
  13. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ AUDITIONS: LORENA’S LAMENT, A PLAY IN THREE ACTS. ISSUED BY THE ON THIS 15TH DAY OF TOV AG YERMEY OF 514 E.S. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ THE ESROVA PRIKAZ COURT is seeking talented souls to grace the stage of our great hall. We seek actors and bards of all kinds to bring life to our stories and merriment to our evening. The Esrova Prikaz Court will be hosting a theatrical performance of The Valiant Adventures of Ser Arthur: Lorena’s Lament - a play written by Ludvika Sofya Ludovar. We seek actors to play the following roles: LORENA: A dishonorable noblewoman of low standing who rebelled against her home state to stand with the Duke of Adria. Cladded in Adrian red. SER ARTHUR: A Noble Marian knight and brother to Lorena. Captures, imprisons, and buries his sister. SER VANHART: A ginger-headed Marian knight obsessed with honor and protecting his kingdom. AMELTH/GUARD/VILLAGER: First a Ludovar warrior. Then a prison guard. Then an onlooker to the execution. JAKOB/GUARD/VILLAGER: First a Ludovar warrior. Then a prison guard. Then an onlooker to the execution. LITTLE BOY/VILLAGER: First the son of a rich Margravine who gets lost. Then an onlooker to the execution. MARGRAVINE/VILLAGER: First a rich Margravine who loses her son. Then an onlooker to the execution. All interested should prepare a short monologue or showcase of your acting or musical ability for auditions. ✧──────────────⊱🜂⊰──────────────✧ Her Royal Majesty, AMAYA OF VENZIA, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, 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, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, et cetera Firress, ESMERAY LUCERAN, Lauzya and Royal Scribe of the Esrova Court
  14. DENUNCIATION OF THE PALADIN HERETICS A missive on the disgraceful and vile acts committed by Xan’s Cultists ISSUED ON THE 5th of Snow’s Maiden, 513 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, This missive serves as a public denunciation of the Paladins who claim the moral high ground, whilst condoning heresy and harm towards the innocent. A few months ago, within the city of magic, Hohkmat, my dear aunt Lady Eadywnn Godunov was paying a visit to her longtime friend, and former Mistress of the Abstract, Lady-Magister Laurissa. The two formed a solid friendship during the Lady-Magister’s time serving the Kingdom of Haense, and with my aunt going through a difficult pregnancy, she sought comfort in those close to her. It was during her visit that the Paladin Elena, now the divorced wife of Lady-Magister Laurissa, attempted to take the life of Lady Eadywnn Godunov, my aunt and a Lady of Haense. The paladin spouted false claims of darkspawn - Yet provided not a single ounce of evidence nor truth to back up those lies. She was luckily stopped by the citizens of Hohkmat and the Lady-Magister, but only time will tell what harmful effects her actions will have had upon the unborn child my aunt carries. Many in Haense know of this Paladin - Many outside of Haense know that this Paladin has falsely accused others of being the spawns of Iblees before. Even more will recall that time and time again, she has based her criteria upon looks alone and sought to take a life, without bringing forth any valid reasoning nor concern. My aunt suffers from Albinism, possessing pale hair and even paler skin, but this does not in ANY way justify her MURDER. And if this vile act alone was not enough - Merely a week ago I had been within the merchant city of Kaethul, located in Haelun’orian lands, speaking with the High Steward Lady Ar-Malna. A child had approached us, afraid and hurt, claiming that Caelians had randomly subjected her to a darkspawn test, without explaining what that was nor why she was to be grabbed from the roads and forced to shed blood. Myself and Lady Ar-Malna trekked over to the Caelian border, standing atop the bridge into their lands, and witnessed a checkpoint created by the Brutes, formed in order to test every single person who wished to enter their lands. We kindly asked that they stop - All true Canonists will know that to needlessly shed blood is a SIN, and the insult of being wrongly accused of being a Darkspawn is a heavy one. As our debate began however, two Paladins, Elena and Aeolus, rode up behind us and publicly announced their support for the acts of the Caelians. They dared to tell me my faith was wrong, and when I recited the words of our Lord Palatine, the Faithful Patriarch Josef, they had the audacity to scoff and claim Haense corrupt, faithless, and overtaken by the darkness of Iblees. That insult alone warrants the attention of the Haeseni People, for we are the Bastion of the Canonist Faith - The Ever-beating Heart of Canondom. Our King is Righteous. Our Peace is Just. Our Faith is uncorrupted. But mocking our Kingdom and Beliefs was not enough for the Paladins of Xan. They then demanded that I, Baron Anatoliy Godunov, was to be darkspawn tested. It is known that I have not always been the most public in my worship to our Lord - But to demand that I shed my blood, Haeseni blood, merely for the sake of their own curiosity? I refused. The moment I did, the Paladins drew forth their weapons and clearly stated their intent to kill me, then and there. Their horses blocked the bridge, sealing my escape, and the Caelians too began drawing weapons on me. Faced with little other choice, I allowed myself to be tested - Which proved my innocence as a mere Faithful Descendent of Godan - and was only then allowed to go free. The Paladins have thus not only attempted to take the life of my Aunt, but readied themselves to take my own life, aiding heretics in spilling my blood without any just cause nor reason. House GODUNOV thus denounces the Cultists of Xan, worshippers of an Aengul that they believe to be a GOD. I remind the people of Haense - There is only ONE GOD. We refuse any and all aid towards these bloodthirsty heretics, and implore the other Houses of Haense to do the same. Our Great Kingdom has no place for those who mock us - Threaten our lives - And still attempt to claim a moral high ground after - For is that not the exact same thing the Adrian filth attempted? Is that not the reason we now obliterate their keeps and deliver Godan’s Justice? This is our Peace. KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM Signed, His Lordship, Anatoliy Ilya Alyovich Godunov, Baron of Verskaya.
  15. [!] Pamphlets appear across the city of Valdev. Each one-of-a-kind piece is twenty minas, and must be purchased directly through the Curator.
  16. T H E C O V E N A N T ' S S C O U T (you) You’re a loyal soldier of the Kingdom of Haense, an Armsman within the Brotherhood of Saint Karl; yet in recent years, you serve primarily the vanguard of the Covenant cavalry forces. Skilled atop a horse, you are; you’ve bested your comrades in nearly every joust the recent years have had to offer, and even in the most recent battle of Hippo’s Gorge you could’ve sworn you nipped the Captain-General of Veletz’s ass with your lance. The King (of haense) of Haense, as noble and honorable as he is, seems to favor you, and so he sets you upon a quest: “Brother! Scout the Marcherlands which we shall siege in the coming days. Inform us of any changes to the Stassionite-palace and defenses they have possibly prepared.” “My Lord! My King! My Liege! I shall do as vy beckon me to, I am your loyal soldier! Right away m’lord!” You reply, eager. A King (of haense) as royal as He has set you on this legendary quest, your renown has finally begun to pay off. You set upon your childhood-steed, Bruciefella, he has been with you since you were a youth, and other than a handful of arrow wounds from foolish Orcs with large hands and human sized bows; he has survived just as well as you. You leave the Kingdom’s walls, an adventure ahead… You embark towards the Marcherlands of Stassion . . . Down the winding King’s road . . . Passing the torrenting winds of the River Petra . . . A final rest taken at the von Theonus’ castle . . . “This is where we shall fight then.” You presume by the general location, taking these few moments to note the surroundings. Regardless, you mount Bruciefella once more, and finally arrive in the Stassionite lands. (Your view of the Stassion Palace.) “They are as much of fools as my King says them to be! A lord who presides over lands as vast as these and his residence is a mere palace? Where is his castle? Where are his parapets? No cannons or ballistas hang from his walls?” You erupt into a fit of laughter, alas, this siege shall be as easy as you predict! A foolish Lord, the Lord of Stassion is, for he is the Prince of a Petty Palace. With your duty complete, your quest quested, and your heart thirsty for the Siege that shall come, you return atop your steed and begin back toward the Kingdom of Haense . . . “My Lord! My King! My Liege! I bring vy great news! News of fortune which shall please yours and the Covenant leader’s ears!” You call to your King (of haense), hastily sending Bruciefella off and approaching the King (of haense) in the square. “Back so soon?” Aleksandr II (king of haense btw), jests. Of course, you think, a soldier as keen and swift as you would’ve wasted not a second. “Aye my King! The Stassion’s are as foolish as vy thought! The lands are simple – a palace without defenses, without a wall to encapsulate his stead – only a single tower for their petty archers to shoot arrows from!” You feel overjoyed. “Just as I had thought.” The King (of haense) nodded. Of course they would not be ready for a siege. The Realms of Man had been massaged by the lack of cruelty the ages had to offer. Where King’s (of haense) feared declaring war, and so Lord’s need not prepare their homesteads for the worst. “Vy did well – well, vy did as I had expected.” With a pleased smile, the King (of haense) handed you a few Brotherhood of Saint Karl tokens; you almost thought for a second that a comment he made a fine promotion was to be your way. T H E D A Y O F T H E S I E G E A R R I V E S. You awake in your home within Waltonburg. The day was a mild cold, less bitter than those of previous sieges – perhaps good fortune truly was upon you. Your wife had already gotten up for the morning and allowed you to sleep longer, she knew the toll and risk each siege brought. If this was to be your last day – you would at least be well rested. You gather your belongings, drawing yourself out of bed as the sun breaks over the horizon. A golden glow casts itself through the window as you reach to your left and grab the hilt of your trusty Daemonsteel longsword. It was another day of killing Veletzers in the name of your King (of haense). Simply another year, another battle. Your mind swells giddy as you think of the peasant-like palace you witnessed a few days past- and you get up, bid farewell to your beautiful wife and child and exit the door, armour clad and sword in hand. You march beyond the walls, towards the Marchlands of Stassion… You march down the winding King’s road . . . You march past the torrenting winds of the River Petra . . . You stop marching, a final rest taken at the von Theonus’ castle . . . Y O U M A R C H O V E R T H E H I L L . . . “W H A T T H E F U C K .”
  17. THE UNION OF Elaina Von Berkhoven and Josef Karl Denodado Acciones, No Palabras "Though the spring flower withers and the fruit of the tree falls to the ground, my word lasts into the eve of the world, and the fruit of virtue cannot rot" (Virtue 3:2) [!] A painting of Josef Karl Denodado and Elaina Von Berkhoven A History of Companionship The seeds of the bride and groom's relationship started when they were just pen pals, writing letters to each other before the start of the eternal freeze in the kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. As time passed, Josef gained the confidence to brave the harsh chold to visit his childhood friend, Elaina, at her home in the Ducal territory of Reinmar. After years of fantastic friendship, Elaina asked josef for a courtship, having been given the blessing of the then Baron Denodado. The pair courted for 6 years, until while in the tavern of La Dorada, Elaina stood up from her chair after a nice meal and took a knee to propose to Josef and proclaim her eternal love. Though taken aback in surprise and tears of joy falling from his cheeks, Josef answered joyously with an excited "Yes!" During and after the attack on La Dorada by an unknown force of the undead, Lord Josef stayed by his love's side through it all. He cared for her with everything he had when Elaina Von Berkhoven had lost her forearm from the attack. Nothing has stopped this pairs love in any capacity, despite everything that has happened to the duo since they first met. Event Itinerary The Wedding and Reception The awaited wedding will then take place within the Church of Blessed Francisco, joining the two in matrimony. Upon the end, a reception will be held within the Tavern. Wedding of Elaina von Berkhoven and Josef Karl Denodado We of the Vicomital House of Denodado and the Common House of Berkhoven wish to invite those in attendance to the merriment of matrimony between Miss Elaina von Berkhoven and Lord Josef Karl Denodado after seven blessed years of courting! DATE 17th of Horens Calling, 84 Formal Invitations are Sent to: His Highness, Cesar II, of Hyspia and his Viceroyal Pedigree His Highness, Alexander II, of Hanseti-Ruska and his Royal Pedigree Her Majesty, Lenora Jusmia, of Vortice and her Royal Pedigree His Princely Grace, Alfred Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his Noble Pedigree The Most Honourable, Ser Sterling Whitewood, Marquis of Lotusgrad and his Noble Pedigree The Honourable, Walter Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain and his Noble Pedigree Her Ladyship, Laurissa, Lady-Magister of the District of the Sorcerous Path and her Noble Pedigree The Honourable, Demitrey Denodado, Viscount of Banderas and his Noble Pedigree Her Ladyship, Eir Maor, Baroness of Montenno and her Noble Pedigree His Lordship, Ser Laurens Henri Halcourt d'Artois, Baron of Campagnon and his Noble Pedigree Mister Wilhelm Von Berkhoven and his Familia Landsers Von Reinmar and their Familia The Citizenry of Hyspia The Citizenry of Hanseti-Ruska Personal Invitations are Sent to: Ser Fredrich Ludovar and his Familia Mister Alexander Llopis and his Familia Mister Jose Fuentes and his Familia Mister Pym Volkov and his Familia Miss Nemea Ke Kai'len and her Familia Mister Cassian De Silva Reyes and his Familia Signed, Josef Karl Denodado Elaina Von Berkhoven Demitrey Denodado, Viscount of Banderas, Baron of Sevilla, Justiciero of Hyspia, Oficial de Imigracion, captain of the Obsidian Pearl.
  18. [!] A missive would find itself in the mailboxes of all Lords, Ladies and Commoners in the realm. A STUDY INTO HAENSETI JEWELRY MEANINGS THROUGHOUT THE AGES: Bejeweling Kokoshniks Issued by Lady Ofeliya of House Weiss Naf zwy 4th hag i Gronna ag Drova i 510 E.S. [A depiction of the classic ladies Kokoshnik.] Over the ages of our Kingdom, the courts under each Queen have drafted and published their missives. This study that I am writing looks into these published missives, and more specifically, the ones on Haenseti jewelry, its meaning and its restrictions throughout our class system. In studying this, I have found contradictions and parts that coincide alike but I am proud to say that a majority of it coincides, and builds upon the previous missive, even many years apart. With thanks to the Royal Courts Compendium, it has allowed me to gather much of my research material which will be tacked onto this for reference as to my work. To start with in my paper today, we look at the first missive under Her Royal Majesty, Queen Annika, ‘Haeseni Culture: The Resurgence of Ruskan Fashion’. It speaks on Kokoshniks being worn by all classes, and gemstones representing the status of the wearer. Pearls, in particular, are specifically mentioned in that only Royalty and upper-ranking Nobility may have them on their kokoshnik. Expensive jewels will be seen upon the royal and upper-nobilities kokoshniks, with fabric kokoshniks being reserved for the lower nobility and commoners. Interestingly enough, to wear a kokoshnik outside of your status, whether a commoner donning an extravagant kokoshnik or a royal wearing a fabric one - it is seen as disrespectful and degrading to one's status. In another missive, written by Her Royal Majesty, Queen Emma, ‘Moda i ve Kort: Kokoshniks’, it speaks further on kokoshniks. Much like above, pearls and status are specified but rather than simply allowing the upper-nobility to don pearl kokoshniks, they are not allowed to unless they pick a lesser metal to use with it. It speaks further upon veiled kokoshniks being disallowed for Countesses and lower nobility, though allowing Countesses to attach beads to hers so as to differentiate her status. Special rights are afforded to heirloom kokoshniks and a Dowager's kokoshnik, in which heirloom kokoshniks can be worn during appropriate occasions, even if not befitting of one's status. A Dowager must go back to their old style of kokoshnik, by way of status, but are granted a string of pearls to don upon it. Though, it is best to keep in mind not to don a kokoshnik when in mourning, as is outlined in Her Royal Majesty, Queen Amadea’s missive, ‘Moda i ve Kort: Mourning’. Regardless of one’s status, kokoshniks are seen as extremely inappropriate when in mourning. As seen in these varying missives, status and etiquette is everything in the world of kokoshniks. From the very fabric and embroidery you may use, to the gems and how many may be had under what status, it showcases the culture and background of the Haensetis kokoshniks overtime. --- In conclusion, I would like to thank my Mamej for looking this over when I was done and helping me with the bigger words used. I love you a ton! [!] Attached below are the missives as referenced in order. Haeseni Culture: The Resurgence of Ruskan Fashion Moda i ve Kort: Kokoshniks Moda i ve Kort: Mourning Signed, Her Ladyship, Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss, Assistant to the Wardrobe
  19. [!] A missive would find itself in the mailboxes of all Lords, Ladies and Commoners in the realm. A STUDY INTO HAENSETI JEWELRY MEANINGS THROUGHOUT THE AGES: Amethyst and Pearls Issued by Lady Ofeliya of House Weiss Naf zwy 10th hag i Gronna ag Drova i 509 E.S. [A depiction of the young Lady Weiss and her studies.] Over the ages of our Kingdom, the courts under each Queen have drafted and published their missives. This study that I am writing looks into these published missives, and more specifically, the ones on Haenseti jewelry, its meaning and its restrictions throughout our class system. In studying this, I have found contradictions and parts that coincide alike but I am proud to say that a majority of it coincides, and builds upon the previous missive, even many years apart. With thanks to the Royal Courts Compendium, it has allowed me to gather much of my research material which will be tacked onto this for reference as to my work. To start with in my paper today, we look at two previously written missives, the earlier missive written under Her Royal Majesty, Queen Emma's reign, ‘Moda i ve Kort: Gemstones’. It touches on gemstones and their respective symbolism in the courts of Haense, speaking on varying jewels that have not been touched upon further in newer missives. What I am most interested in is the jewels that have been touched on since. Our first gemstone is the amethyst, in Her Majesty's missive, it speaks on it not being common within the nobility of Haense and instead being used more primarily by scholars and scientists as a symbol of their work and devotion to scholarly arts. Touching further upon this, it speaks of the stone being known for bringing clarity and wisdom alike. In the second missive, published under Her Royal Majesty, Queen Amaya's reign, ‘The Haeseni Birthstones’, it touches on the birthstones linked to the Haeseni Zodiacs and on their meanings. Once again, we see scholarly work upon the amethyst gemstone. There are aspects to this that coincide with the previously touched on missive, and contradict alike, showing how the viewing of jewels and gemstones in Haenseti life can change overtime. In this instance, as opposed to amethysts previously, it speaks of it being associated with nobility and royalty alike. Self-sacrifice and the willingness to do something for others at the cost of their own health is touched on quite heavily, but as add-on to the wisdom and knowledge spoken of in the previous missive. Pearls throughout the ages of our Kingdom have a history of contradictions, while in parts coinciding with previous missives but the one thing to stay the same throughout the passing of time is the importance of them. In Her Royal Majestys, Queen Emma's missive touched on previously, it seems to be the time in which the usage of pearls was most prevalent. It speaks on Haenseni freshwater pearls in particular, which were in abundance during that time and thus led to them being a staple in the courts. Men and women both added pearls to clothing and jewelry, and it speaks of how it is improper for a Lady to add them to her Kokoshnik. Adding further to the cultural value, one might note that widows were known to don pearls on their wrists or necks. In a second missive by Her Royal Majesty, Queen Emma, ‘Moda i ve Kort: Koenas Brooches’, it shows that continued staple of freshwater pearls and their use. The amount of pearls varied by the ranks, from a string of three pearls donned upon the Queens broach herself in the lower-left hand corner to lesser amounts of one such pearl upon a brooch. Most interesting is the positioning of the pearls holding their own meanings, if you are to look at the provided depictions, you will find that the Queen, and those of her councils brooches pearls all dangled from the lower left-hand corner as a means of identifying who is who. The amount of pearls and where the pearls sat showcased how high you sat upon Her Majesty's council. Should you have been honored with the Queen's commendation, though, it is on the opposite side entirely - the lower right-hand corner, just another aspect showcasing the importance of pearls in that time. What I find most fascinating is the contradiction in Her Royal Majesty, Queen Amaya's writings, though I have since come to believe that as this touches on oceanic pearls - the different pearl types have different meanings of their own. As opposed to freshwater pearls associated with the meaning of loss, the oceanic pearls take on the meaning of wisdom and serenity. It goes on to further speak on how the oceanic pearls compare to the offering of sacrifices by sailors seeking favor throughout history, going on to be treasured as symbols of protection and being blessed by the sea. In another missive, published by Her Royal Majesty, Queen Amadea, ‘Moda i ve Kort: Mourning’, it keeps with Queen Emma's missive that pearls are associated with mourning. A type of pearl is not mentioned in this, instead writing on pearls - presumably but not known for fact freshwater pearls, are the gem of death and class. They are seen as a relevant style of gem that can be worn during mourning, other than the Hussariyan or Lorraine cross or jewelry of the now deceased. The only difference in missives is that this touches not only on the widow being able to don pearls in mourning, but men and women alike, as they share similar mourning etiquette. --- In conclusion, I would like to thank my Mamej for looking this over when I was done and helping me with the bigger words used. I love you a ton! [!] Attached below are the missives in the order referred to. Moda i ve Kort: Gemstones The Haeseni Birthstones Moda i ve Kort: Koenas Brooches Moda i ve Kort: Mourning Signed, Her Ladyship, Ofeliya Fabienne Weiss
  20. Princess Verónica Weiss Circa 147 S.A. Verónica had been within the courtyard of the Valdev palace before they had gone to meet with their allies on the battlefield. She kept to herself on the side, a knot in her gut. She watched as everyone was chummy with each other. She didn’t offer much in terms of conversation with anyone, it wasn’t that she was being offensive, it was just that those there would rather interact with others. This was her normal, and she had accepted that. Granted, earlier in the day, she spoke with Mikhail and had a rather touching conversation with him. Other than that, she wordlessly went along with everyone as they headed out. During the Battle of the Westmark, Verónica had fought along her fellow soldiers with pride, helping slay the Veletzian foes where she could, and following orders within the ranks. She had been struck by a lance on a retreat called, which had knocked the wind out of her, reducing her stamina for the rest of the fight due to her age.. Yet she pressed on. During one of the times they had fallen back into the treeline, she found herself next to Mikhail Valkonen- offering him a reassuring nod that they were going to be all right in the end. That they were going to make it out alive.. Oh how wrong she had been on her end. Within the heat of the battle, an unknown Veletzen soldier ended up setting their eyes upon Koneas Amaya. Verónica had dutifully stayed as close as she could to her queen, on the field, this allowed her to see the attack attempt. She made her way over; quickly taking action. She raised her Princessa Fatal, a blade made for her by Demitrey Denodado, the sword being her go-to weapon. Her blade parried the long sword of the Veletzen’s, having swung it to her right. The two were mostly left alone as the war waged on around them. With her no longer being a spring chicken, she was easily slain, not having the ability to back up fast enough as the enemy soldier brought their blade up and slit her throat. The red liquid sprayed out like a fountain and covered them as the enemy set out to join their allies. Verónica hit the ground with a thud, time had slowed for her as her life flashed before her eyes. She lay in a pool of crimson that started to gather around her and sink into the earth below. After the battle had been lost, both sides were able to claim their dead. A young Konrad Stafyr had found the Princess’s body first. He screamed out “NO!” in a disdained and agonized voice that carried across the gore-filled field. His cry caught the attention of the now-dead woman's niece. Rosalind Valkonen who now knelt across from Konrad as he took her helmet off, praying that it wasn’t who he thought it was.. Once his fears had been concerned. He desperately attempted to find a pulse in a panicked state. None was found.. Rosalind gingerly did her best to clean Verónica’s paled face off before they could get her out of there and returned to her family Verónica awoke within the seven skies. Her joints didn’t ache and she felt young again.. Her hair was longer than it had in years, she enjoyed her long hair and her face and body were no longer scarred. Before she knew what was really happening, she was walking through a set of pearly gates with others around her who had also fallen during the battle. She ended up stopping at the group that was there for her. To greet her in the seven skies. Finally understanding where she was. Verónica started to weep “No!” She exclaimed in what was utter defeat, crying sheer agony on the spot. Her mother, Laurelie wrapped the newly deceased in a hug “It is alright bebé” she shared in an attempt to comfort her “Ea did niet even get to say goodbye-” she whimpered back in dismay “Ea.. did niet get to say goodbye..” she repeated. Joining everyone within the seven skies should have been a happy occasion but for Veronica. In that moment, it was nothing but a feeling of sheer defeat. Princess Verónica Frisketa Isabella Maria Lucia Elisabetta Weiss died in the Battle of Westmark on the 10th of the Grand Harvest, 159 of the Second Age. Verónica leaves behind, her husband. Four children, two daughters-in-law, and ten grandchildren. Please do not meta-game these letters. Each character listed would be given an envelope that was sealed with spring green wax stamped with the Weiss lion, instead of a sun behind it, there was a lightning bolt. Audo Walter Karl Viktor Martina Mikhail Rosalind Raelle Marian Sofia Y’vette Cesar Demitrey Amaya Roui Konrad Glorier Nova Amethyst
  21. ONE LAST SWIM TEST “Poor is the pupil who does not surpass his master.” - Captain Banjo As Captain Banjo looked out from his war camp - his gaze met his former students on horseback repping their green bandanas. Hidden from his soldiers, a smile enlightened Banjo’s face as he recognized many of the faces of those fighting against him. He thought to himself: “Perhaps, this is the day my students surpass their Captain.” He chuckled at the thought of it and as the bombardment of the siege equipment commenced, he charged out with a small detachment of the Covenant’s finest - Garen and Sigmar Baruch, Vasili Vanrov, and others. His men engaged the horsemen with their bows, but seeing the war camp pummeled with fire - he decided to charge upon the enemy’s cannons. “Charge!” He yelled, commanding the entire Covenant force to charge at the enemy’s entrenched positions. Fear must have struck into the poor Van Aerts & Ferrymen’s hearts who were manning the cannons as they saw the legendary Captain Banjo at the forefront of the charge and the first on their battlements. As the skilled captain and his personal guard quickly slayed the enemy’s fear-struck soldiers, the remaining Covenant forces poured into the enemy’s position quickly slaughtering the enemy and destroying their cannons. Satisfied from their push, the Covenant forces pulled back to their camp to continue their bombardment of Brasca. Not shortly after, the enemy returned to their positions on the lower cannons. Captain Banjo pondered: “Why? Did Vyllaenen, Istvan, and Gustaf Van Aert not learn?” Upon seeing this, the mighty Captain and his companion, King Aleksandr III, ordered another charge upon the enemy lines. The enemy died just as quickly as they did returning to their beloved cannons. As Covenant artillery battered the enemy fort with their fire, Captain Banjo took his special force - Yacht Team 6 - to the western tower of the fort where many of the Ferrymen were. His small band clashed with the Ferrymen and their allies before the Ferrymen retreated back into their tower behind their gate. It was there he laid his eyes on his pupils - Django and Vyllaenen - and right next to them the gate controls! He raved as his former apprentices attempted to leverage one of his own strategies - gate trapping - to beat the Captain! “Ah - the classic gate trap strategy. It has a 100% success rate against Orenians” As soon as the gate opened once again, the Captain stormed the tower, but when they closed the gate thinking they trapped him, the Captain outwitted his students and used the gate controls to let in his remaining soldiers. It was in fact here where Vyllaenen met his blunder, as he was slayed, along with his Van Aert companion. “Perhaps the student still needs to learn a bit more - at least Django was smart enough to live!” He rejoiced knowing at least one of his students had learned something. As he reunited with the main force, the Covenant men committed to one last final push to break the remaining Adrian & Ferrymen forces. It was here where most of the enemy ultimately met their fate. As he reflected on his victory, he could only be disappointed by his former men’s performance. He wrote to his former ferryfriends, “Today’s lesson of the day: the swim test. Those who cannot swim should follow the Captain on his ship - not drown following those who cannot lead.” Signed, Banjo, The Captain of the Ferrymen, Savior of the Common and Free People, Pillager of Elvenesse, Liberator of Man, The Bringer of Equality, Capturer of the Bastion, Defeater of Racism, Debearder of Grand Kings, Sailor of the Seas, 2x Mr. Almaris, Emperor of the Roads, Lord of Shipwreck Keep, Occupier of New Providence, 40 Star General, The Greater Lobster Fisherman, Premortem Saint of Epic Ballads, Grand Admiral of Haense, Emancipator of the Scallywags & Sailors, Steward of Breakwater Ruins
  22. I am the Lord GOD without peer. I put into your heart the power of creation, and I created the seed and chaff, and put heat into the fire that reddens iron. And as I have created means to ease your labors, so I have created new labors, and new fruits. For I have blessed you with My miracle of creation, and you shall draw nearer to My throne by your labors. And you shall discover strength of heart as you work the forge and the plow. LABORERS OF VALDEV, WORKERS OF WALDENSBURG, RISE NOW FOR THE TIME OF PROGRESS IS AT HAND. OUR PLANNING PERMITS NEARLY COMPLETED THE GREAT COG OF BUREAUCRACY IS OILED OH LABORERS, SEEK NOW THE VIRTUE, AND SIGN THE INITIATIVE APPROVAL PROJECT 4: THE SACRED AND SANCTIFIED PUBLIC MANUFACTORUM ALL YOUR PROJECTS, ALL YOUR BURDENS. EASED THROUGH THE VIRTUOUS LABOR THE GREAT KING APPRECIATES PROGRESS. DO YOU? AID PROGRESS, FOLLOW THE VIRTUES. BY THE KINGS REQUEST: Sign this document to show support for the construction of the public manufactorum! Write down all the VIRTUOUS projects YOU would get done if you had a full factorum at your disposal! -The sacred labor serves the virtuous laborer. THIS is how we get the bread- -Penned by Father Adeptus #003, Priest of the Canon, and humble Servant of the OWYNSSIAH -HAIL PROGRESS, HAIL PURITY- {{Want a factory job? Have a project you wanna queue? write your rp name and what you like about project 4! Include your ideal project too! If you want to SERVE GODAN}}
  23. ADRIFT; A NEW HARBOR “If you’re going to be onboard - be onboard. If not, just sail away because you’re just a scallywag” - Captain Banjo “Django… Vydrek… Jesus… Brick… Andronikos… Leonidas… Valentin… Adzy… Lyulen… Father…” He murmured as he looked upon his depiction of the original founders of the Ferrymen in his galleon. As he sat on the helm of his newly acquired galleon (financed by his victory over the Van Aert family), a dream in his sleep - a message from Godan himself. [Chat GPT write a message from God calling Banjo to fight for Haense/God] As Banjo awoke abruptly from his slumber, he reached over to his night stand and grabbed his green bandana once more - one last final time. He made his way to the helm of his galleon, making way to the shores of Aevos. Invigorated, he put up his sails and walked to the hull of ship where the previous name of the ship read: “King Phillip’s Folly” And put an X through the name of the ship, before writing next to it: “Vyllaenen’s Blunder.” As he docked in the harbor of Haense, his oldtime ally, with his newly revised and upgraded flag, he strutted off his ship and made way to the royal palace. THE FOLLOWING TERMS HAVE BEEN AGREED UPON BY BANJO AND ALEKSANDR II: I. Captain Banjo and his yachtsmen will rally their banners to fight with the Covenant. II. Captain Banjo will be titled ‘Grand Admiral of Haense’ and given supreme authority over (naval) wartime decisions. III. Captain Banjo will be given stewardship of Breakwater Keep ruins for the rehabilitation for any Post Siege Stress Disorder (PSSD). IV. Captain Banjo will emancipate all sailors and scallywags from the influence of Van Aerts. V. The agreement between Banjo and Aleksander II will be voided at the conclusion of the war. HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Aleksandr II, 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, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia, and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Astfield, Buck, Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, and Rytsburg, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera. Banjo, The Captain of the Ferrymen, Savior of the Common and Free People, Pillager of Elvenesse, Liberator of Man, The Bringer of Equality, Capturer of the Bastion, Defeater of Racism, Debearder of Grand Kings, Sailor of the Seas, 2x Mr. Almaris, Emperor of the Roads, Lord of Shipwreck Keep, Occupier of New Providence, 40 Star General, The Greater Lobster Fisherman, Premortem Saint of Epic Ballads, Grand Admiral of Haense, Emancipator of the Scallywags & Sailors, Steward of Breakwater Ruins
  24. Issued and averred by His Royal Highness Prince PAUL ALEXANDER in the year of our Lord 1953 PAUL ALEXANDER by the GRACE of GOD PRINCE of the PETRA The Coalition has besieged the Ferryhold – it is no longer. As many as thirty-five thousand soldiers rallied to the call to arms by Her Majesty the Queen Catherine I to aid the Coalition in destroying Our enemies; the Ferrymen, the League and their Allies. There does exist a personal grudge against the Anathema Gaspard, who had viciously ordered my abduction at the hands of the Ferrymen in the quiet of the night. It was then I was hauled to the same Keep that no longer stands. Much recollection from this event supersedes me, but I know mine enemy. We fought, and we won. Rejoice! Ave Le Petrére. “They do nol know of our strength, but the time is nigh for them to learn.” The Queen-Emeritus Renilde, the Prince Paul, and the Prince Marcus holding Breakwater Keep, c. 1953 @tilly@Chorale__ @Andustar WITNESS Ourselves at the Royal Palace on the 11th day of the Suns’s Smile in the year of our Lord 1953 / 98 Astana de Regne Petrére. Faithfully Signed, His Royal Highness, Paul Alexander of the Petra, Prince of the Petra, the Prince of Valfleur, Lord Chamberlaine of the River Court of the Commonwealth, Elector of the Garmont Assembly, Patriarch of the House of the Petra de Valfleur
  25. -OH DIVINELY SANCTIFIED MANUFACTORUM, YOUR FORGES BLESSED, YOUR ASSEMBLY LINES CONSECRATED, YOUR FIRES ARE THE FIRE OF PROGRESS- The blessings of creation are bestowed upon the righteous creator. In accordance to the DIVINE BLUEPRINT, cited CANTICLE 4 of the SCROLL OF VIRTUE __________________________________________________ 3 I am the Lord GOD without peer. 4 I put into your heart the power of creation, and I created the seed and chaff, and put heat into the fire that reddens iron. 5 And as I have created means to ease your labors, so I have created new labors, and new fruits. 6 For I have blessed you with My miracle of creation, and you shall draw nearer to My throne by your labors. 7 And you shall discover strength of heart as you work the forge and the plow. 8 So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not be idle, nor forget your duties in favor of sloth. 9 And I am the Lord GOD without peer, and My works are the holy works, and My labor is the virtuous labor, and all the strength of the Virtue shall serve the righteous laborer. __________________________________________________ -Haensetian Siege Guns prepared to fire across the no-mans land ______________________________________________________________________________________ AND SO - The RIGHTEOUS labor is the labor that brings EASE to the burdens of man. That brings RELIEF from the iniquitous state. That progress and diligence continues forwards, directed towards the DIVINE BLUEPRINT. IN ACCORDANCE to the order of the most sacred task, PURGE THE HERETIC, and OBLITERATE his word from the world. The NOBLE FORGEMEN of HAENSETIA began their glorious TOIL to produce sufficient ARMS AND AMMUNITION. One by ONE were the balistae Bolts and the HEAVY BOLTERS themselves constructed by the diligent and VIRTUOUS Haensetian LABORER. BUILT WITH THE HANDS AND THE LIGHT OF CREATION BY GOD'S most DILIGENT LABORERS. And sanctified against Malfunction by the prayers and blessings and ritual of the church THE FORCES OF SHAI'TAN GATHERED BEHIND THEIR TOWERS. Their forces empowered by their oaths to RUINOUS POWERS. They think our NOBLE GUARDSMEN, BLESSED BY GODAN, GIRDED IN HIS SANCTIFIED ARMAMENTS, his blessed HOWITZERS, his most sacred GUNS would be but simple prey for their outriders and their undead and their dragons. NOTHING STANDS BEFORE THE RIGHTEOUS SOUL OF MAN, GIRDED IN THE BLESSINGS OF GOD AND PROGRESS. Their cursed walls OBLITERATED in righteous firepower. Their men, spiked on the weapons of the creator ALL HORROR OF REALITY, ALL BURDENS MAY BE OVERCOME, WITH MORE PROGRESS. MORE LABOR. SACRED. SACRED LABOR. ____________________________________________________________ -WE DESTROYED THE ENEMY WITH OUR BLESSED WEAPONS. WE WILL EARN OUR SANCTIFIED BREAD ________________________________________________ OH GREAT GOD, CREATOR OF ALL. BLESS US, YOUR HUMBLE SERVANTS, WITH THE GIFT OF PROGRESS. MAY WE SANCTIFY THE DIVINE SITE OF YOUR HOLY WORK, A MANUFACTORUM, IN THE PLACE WHERE PURE MEN DWELL BRING HAENSE MORE PRODUCTION HAIL PROGRESS, PRAISE GOD, LOVE THE VIRTOUS LABOR, COMRADE Depicted: The noble GUARDSMAN during the end of the bombardment. He waits for the whistle of his commissar to charge the IMPURE.
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