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Peace at Last (PK) ☩ When he awoke, the world was hazy. Waclaw Jazlowiecki descended from his bedroom in Nowa Warsovia, his limbs moving as if through syrup. He was dying, this much he knew. It had been a long time coming, he could only elude the embrace of eternity for so long. His mind began to wander, the events of his life playing out once more in his mind. Faces not seen so long they had almost been forgotten wormed their way into his memory once more. Scenes long since relegated to dreams and nightmares, re-enacted in a shadowy pantomime. He- -ran along a bustling city street, eager to catch up with his companions. “Eloise, Isa, wait up!” He called after them, lagging behind but running as fast as his five year old legs would carry him. “Hurry it up, Ginger!” The blonde girl called back. “We’re all meeting at the fountain!” His brothers, Aleksander and Witold, had teased him relentlessly for befriending girls, but he didn’t care, if Aleks tried anything Waclaw could just put him in the mud. Again. He rounded one more corner in Minitz, coming to a stop at the fountain and taking a deep breath. He- -held his sword tightly, looking up at his Father. Swords flashed against firelight in the night, steel clanging against steel in the all-too familiar cacophony of battle. This was… Adria. He would have recognized the surrounding city anywhere. It was the site of his first battle, after all. Men cut down in fruitless assaults on the castle, Adrians slaughtered in counterattacks, all culminating in the final, desperate sally that pushed the men of Haense and Aaun from the city. The twelve year-old boy had done his duty that day though, and most of the blood on his armor was not his. He- -cringed as the Mori’quessir cannon blasted another chunk of the wall away. He was running out of cover. He had come up to Norland against all common sense to help his friend Rosalind in, what he hoped, would stem the tide of the growing invasion of Almaris. It appeared increasingly hopeless as yet another chunk of wall disappeared in a clash of stone and iron. “PULL BACK FROM THE WALLS!” A voice rang out. A scared, desperate voice. They were all scared, he supposed, some were just better at hiding it. He didn’t want to be scared, he hated that he was scared, but these Legionnaires seemed damn near invincible. Then, almost as if on cue, a hulking figure crossed into his view, a Dreadknight- a creature of nothing but armor and foul magic. They all pulled back towards the gate of the city, making a final stand by a massive tree. He needed to survive this, to get back home. After all, his father- -Gestured to Waclaw from the Comital throne of Warsovia. “And so-” His father’s powerful voice rang out throughout the packed hall. “-I am, as of today, abdicating in favor of my eldest son, Waclaw Jakub Jazlowiecki.” Waclaw, only fourteen, was taken completely by surprise and made his way to the foot of the throne that was, inexplicably, his. “Friends, citizens, and all gathered today-” He began apprehensively. “-I was not expecting this honor. However, I accept it. I will lead our people into a new chapter. An era of peace and prosperity. I gratefully honor the trust you all have placed in me and will do my utmost to ensure that my reign is a Boon- -LOAD UP THAT PLATE!” His cousin called over the sound of battle below. They were in Karosgrad, holding the Harbor gate against the Mori assault. Yet another infantry formation was reduced to paste by the combined cannonfire provided by the Lechian Artillerymen. Things were going… refreshingly smooth. Nation after nation had fallen, and Haense was the last human nation worth defending that remained free. Four years passed since he first fought them in Norland and he had fought in damn near every battle since. Exactly one positive thing had come in the last few years- Isavella. She had gone missing while hunting and only recently stumbled back home. He… had been holding onto feelings for her. If he made it out of this, he’d act on them. But first he had to survive this fight. “Aleks!” He called. “Swing to the right! We need to hammer that damn siege bug!” The cannon fired once more, right into the mouth of the Devourer of Dobrov, causing the monstrous creature to flee underground with a shriek. They had bought themselves even longer to ensure the evacuation’s success. With a nod of satisfaction, he wiped the sweat and grime from his face. “Right. Now for the next problem.” He sighed. The Count of Warsovia- -stared out over the Failor countryside, the township slowly rising around them. After narrowly surviving the Fall of Almaris, he had begun working with the house Ivanovich to build a new home in safety, away from the hell that their continent had become. The Lecho-Raev Commonwealth had been an experiment for him, the first real test of his leadership, one he’d liked to believe he passed with flying colors. Nonetheless, he couldn’t shake the feeling- -Of nervousness growing in the pit of his stomach as he stood before Karl and Annette, Isavella’s parents. “I… would ask your blessing to marry Isavella.” He finally said. They had been courting, both officially and not, since just after the Battle of Karosgrad, and he decided it was finally time to make it official. He was nervous, however, until the older Waldenian man smiled and the woman embraced him. “Treat her right.” Karl requested, a command Waclaw had no intention of disobeying. He nodded- -“I do.” He said to the priest, holding his Isavella’s hand as the priest performed the rites of marriage. His eyes flicked out over the small crowd in the chapel, family and friends. Eloise, Calla, Theoderic, Artel… all people he was honored to have at his side. “Then-” the priest began. “-I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Waclaw smiled and leaned in, sealing the ceremony with a kiss. Isavella was his wife. Despite being a hardened veteran of a dozen battles already, he felt giddy. He- -smiled proudly, holding the squirming infant, his and Isavella’s first child. They had named her Roza, after Rosalind who they both had believed died a few years before. He would make sure this child of theirs would make sure never knew the chaos and war they did. She would live in a time of peace and happiness. After all, the role of a parent was to ensure their child lived a better life than they did. And, god- -As my witness, I will dutifully serve the Crown of Aaun to my utmost for as long as I live.” He repeated alongside the other two men knelt before their King. Their ruler smiled at the three. “Rise, knights of Aaun. May you hold your oaths.” Waclaw felt a sense of satisfaction as he accepted the title, knowing he had done his part. Two decades of fighting battles for King and Country. Things had been moving steadily uphill for both him and his country since they had first settled on Aevos, and now he was at the apex of his life. He knew not what the future held, but he would take it in stride. He had his duty to perform, and he would see it done even if it cost his life. The- -smell of the dead bodies littering the streets of Whitespire was nearly overwhelming. The scene inside the Council chambers had been predictably terrible. King Edmund, Waclaw’s cousin Heinrich, his friend and commander Leopold, all dead. Betrayal and blind fury grappled within his mind as he roamed the blood-soaked streets. Light glinted off something familiar. No… it couldn’t be. However, unwillingly, he moved to investigate the object. Much to his horror, it… it was. His wife’s necklace, a gift he had given her. A third emotion entered the brawl for control of his mind. Anguish. He cradled his wife’s body, holding her wordlessly as tears, long since thought dried up, began to flow. How would he explain this to their children? Roza was practically attached at the hip to her mother, a veritable clone but without Isavella’s ferocity. Krzysztof would likely take it better, but… there’s no way to take news of your mother’s death well. He sheathed his sword- -coming to a standstill next to his King, John of Aaun. Veletz, the successor of Adria, and likely ultimate mastermind of the attempted coup that had claimed the lives of so many, was finally surrendering after a long and brutal war. With this foe gone, maybe he could finally rest. War had been what he knew, what he had excelled at even, but now he just felt… empty. Like a bowl long since drained of any contents. Some vestiges of what once were remained, but he was, for lack of a better word, finished. He had instructed that his notice of abdication be published after the Veletzian capital was demolished, and he intended to make full use of his retirement. He- -reached the bottom of the stairs. He was old by now. Older than any member of his family that he had truly known. He sat himself down in a chair by the fire and reached for a quill and parchment. He began to write, excising in detail his final goodbyes to those he was leaving behind. His hand wasn’t cooperating nearly as much as he’d like. He felt tired, fog beginning to cloud his vision. He shook his head, clearing it slightly. If he fell asleep now, he wouldn’t wake up. He wrote as if he had no more time left which, in honesty, he didn’t. The last letter finally finished and sealed, he sighed and relaxed. The quill fluttered to the floor beside him. He took a breath and smiled. And he knew peace. Requiescat In Pace: Waclaw Jakub Jazlowiecki (1908-1973) The Following letters are addressed and delivered in private, do not metagame this information. To Krzysztof Jazlowiecki ( @Traveller): To Calla and Eloise von Theonus ( @carebear& @Rosey): To Marisol Solis ( @beetle): ----------------------

Swords Into Plowshares Writ of Abdication ☩ Penned by Count Waclaw Jakub Jazlowiecki in the year of our Lord, 1966 It was nearly fifty years ago when my father summoned an Impromptu meeting of the House and its many allies. It was upon that day that I ascended to become Count of Warsovia, a title I have held since I was but a youth of Fourteen. In my long tenure, I have seen and endured much- The Adrian Uprising. The Mori Invasions. The Frankish Wars. The perfidious attempted coup headed by Stassion and the subsequent war against Veletz. Yet one thing has been a near-constant throughout: War. It is my earnest and true belief that the times of war are behind us and that a time of prosperity lies ahead. That being said, I am not the right man to lead Warsovia and the Lechian people into this bright new dawn. As we cast aside our swords in pursuit of peace, it is altogether fitting and proper that I, too, stand aside and make way for a new generation of leadership. With this new peace that dawns upon us, let the young, those untainted by decades of conflict and cynicism, guide the destiny of our great realm. It is their world now and it is high time they lead it. Thusly, I, Waclaw Jakub Jazlowiecki, being of sound mind and body, do as of the publishing of this missive, abdicate my position as Count of Warsovia in favor of my son and heir, Krzysztof Pawel Jazlowiecki. May God guide him and grant him a long, fruitful reign. W IMIĘ BOŻE Waclaw Jakub Jazlowiecki THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, Waclaw of House Jazlowiecki, Count of Warsovia, Grand Master of the Knightly Circle of Saint Godwin

Lechitic Cuisine “One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” -Unknown Cuisine is often regarded as a narrative of the land, a reflection of the lives of its people, both past and present. Through the centuries, the culinary traditions of Lechia have evolved, influenced by its history, geography, and the diverse culture that have left their mark on its cuisine. We hold these dishes and techniques in high esteem, aspiring to preserve and transmit them in their original form. Each dish carries with it a story, a connection to the land and the people who have cultivated it. Join us in celebrating the rich tapestry of flavors, textures, and aromas that define the cuisine of Lechia. Let us honor the past while embracing the future, ensuring that these culinary treasures continue to be cherished and shared for generations to come. [!]A Depiction of a Lechian Celebration A beloved staple of Lechian cuisine, consisting of dumplings made from unleavened dough typically filled with various savory or sweet fillings. These fillings can range from options like potato and cheese, sauerkraut and mushroom, or meat. The dough for pierogi is made from flour, water, and sometimes eggs, resulting in a soft and slightly chewy texture when cooked. After rolling out the dough, it is cut into rounds, filled with the desired filling, and then sealed by crimping the edges together to form a semi-circular or crescent shape. Pierogi can be boiled, steamed, or fried, depending on personal preference and the specific recipe being used. Once cooked, they are often served hot and may be topped with a variety of garnishes such as melted butter, soured cream, fried onions, or bacon bits. also known as "cabbage rolls," is a traditional Lechian dish that consists of cooked cabbage leaves wrapped around a filling typically made of ground meat (often pork or beef), rice, onions, and spices. The filled cabbage rolls are then baked or simmered in a flavorful tomato-based sauce until the cabbage is tender and the filling is cooked through. The process of making golabki involves carefully removing the cabbage leaves from the head of cabbage, blanching them in hot water to soften, and then filling each leaf with a portion of the meat and rice mixture. The cabbage leaves are then rolled up tightly, enclosing the filling, and placed seam-side down in a baking dish or pot. Once all the cabbage rolls are assembled in the dish, a rich tomato sauce is poured over the top, ensuring that the golabki are moistened and flavored during cooking. The dish is then baked in the oven or simmered on the stovetop until the cabbage is tender and the flavors have melded together. is a dish renowned for its rich flavors and hearty ingredients. This flavorful stew is typically made with a combination of sauerkraut, fresh cabbage, various meats such as sausage, bacon, and sometimes beef or venison, as well as mushrooms, onions, and spices. The preparation of bigos often involves cooking the sauerkraut and cabbage with the meats, onions, and mushrooms in a large pot or Reinmaren oven. The dish is simmered slowly over low heat, allowing the flavors to meld together and develop into a complex and savory stew. One of the unique aspects of bigos is its versatility, as recipes can vary greatly depending on regional preferences and family traditions. Some variations may include additional ingredients like tomatoes, prunes, or even red wine for added depth of flavor. is a dish consisting of boneless pork loin that is tenderized, breaded, and fried until golden brown and crispy. The pork loin slices are typically pounded with a meat mallet to achieve a thin and uniform thickness, ensuring even cooking and a tender texture. To prepare kotlet schabowy, the tenderized pork loin slices are seasoned with salt and pepper, then dipped in beaten eggs and coated with breadcrumbs. The breadcrumbs adhere to the meat, creating a crispy and flavorful outer layer when fried. Traditionally, kotlet schabowy is shallow-fried in hot oil until the breadcrumb coating is golden and the pork is cooked through. The result is a succulent and juicy pork cutlet with a crunchy exterior. Kotlet schabowy is often served hot as a main course, accompanied by mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, or a variety of salads. also known as Lechian minced meat cutlet, is a traditional dish popular in Lechian cuisine. It consists of ground meat, typically beef or pork, mixed with onions, garlic, eggs, breadcrumbs, and various herbs and spices such as salt, pepper, and marjoram. The mixture is formed into patties or cutlets, which are then pan-fried until golden brown and cooked through. Kotlet mielony is a versatile dish that can be enjoyed as a main course, served with mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, or rice, and accompanied by a side of pickles, sauerkraut, or salad. It is a staple in Lechian life, often prepared for family gatherings, holidays, and special occasions. is a dish typically consisting of tender chunks of beef or pork stewed with onions, garlic, bell peppers, and a rich tomato-based sauce flavored with paprika and other spices. The key to a delicious gulasz lies in the slow cooking process, allowing the meat to become tender and absorb the flavors of the sauce. Some variations of gulasz may also include ingredients such as potatoes, carrots, or mushrooms, adding depth and texture to the dish. Gulasz is often served hot, accompanied by a side of rice, noodles, or bread. It is a comforting and satisfying meal, perfect for warming up on cold days, and is enjoyed by families and friends alike across the region. is a general term used in Lechian cuisine to refer to a variety of traditional dumplings or noodles. These dumplings can come in various shapes, sizes, and textures, and they are often made from simple ingredients such as flour, water, eggs, and salt. Kluski can be served as a side dish, a main course, or even incorporated into soups and stews. One popular type of kluski is "kluski Reinmarskie", which translates to Reinmarian dumplings. These dumplings are typically made from grated raw potatoes mixed with flour and sometimes eggs, resulting in a dense and chewy texture. Kluski reinmari are commonly served with savory sauces or meats and are a staple dish in the Lechian home. Another well-known variation is "kluski kładzione," which are drop dumplings made by spooning batter directly into boiling water. These dumplings are light and fluffy, similar to Waldenian spaetzle, and are often served with butter, gravy, or sautéed onions. are a type of dumpling, similar to Kluski, but typically rounder and denser. They are made from mashed potatoes mixed with flour and often stuffed with a savory filling such as seasoned ground meat, mushrooms, or cheese. Pyzy can be boiled or steamed until they are cooked through and tender. The preparation of pyzy involves forming the mashed potato dough into small balls, then flattening each ball to create a round disc. A portion of the filling is then placed in the center of each disc, and the dough is carefully sealed around the filling to form a dumpling. Once assembled, the pyzy are cooked in boiling water until they float to the surface, indicating that they are ready to be served. They are typically enjoyed hot, often accompanied by a topping of melted butter, sautéed onions, or a dollop of sour cream. are dumplings made from a simple dough typically consisting of flour, water, eggs, and sometimes a pinch of salt. These dumplings are versatile and can be filled with both sweet and savory fillings, depending on preference and regional variations. One popular version of knedle is filled with a sweet filling such as plums, apricots, or other fruits. The dough is rolled out, then wrapped around a pitted fruit, forming a dumpling. The dumplings are then boiled until cooked through, and often served with melted butter, breadcrumbs toasted in butter, and a sprinkle of sugar. Savory knedle are also common, filled with ingredients like seasoned ground meat, mushrooms, or cheese. These are prepared in a similar manner, with the dough wrapped around the filling and then boiled until tender. Savory knedle can be served with gravy, sauce, or simply with melted butter. are traditional meat rolls or roulades made with thinly sliced beef or veal that is pounded flat and then rolled up with a savory filling. The filling typically consists of a mixture of ingredients such as sautéed onions, mushrooms, bacon, pickles, and mustard. To prepare zrazy, the beef slices are first tenderized by pounding them to a thin, even thickness. Then, the meat is seasoned with salt and pepper and spread with a layer of the filling ingredients. The meat is then tightly rolled up, enclosing the filling inside. After rolling, the zrazy are typically seared in a hot pan to brown the outside and lock in the flavors. They are then braised or simmered in a flavorful broth or sauce until the meat is tender and the filling is cooked through. Zrazy can be served hot as a main course, often accompanied by mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, or noodles, and a side of vegetables or salad. translated as "beans Reinmaren-style," is a popular dish with a name that suggests its origins might be influenced by Reinmar, a region in Haense. Despite its name, it's a hearty Lechian bean stew typically made with white beans, smoked bacon or sausage, onions, carrots, and tomatoes. To prepare fasolka po reinmarsku, the beans are usually soaked overnight to soften them, then cooked until tender. Meanwhile, onions, carrots, and sometimes garlic are sautéed in a pot until they become fragrant and slightly caramelized. Smoked bacon or sausage is often added for flavor and depth. Once the vegetables and meat are cooked, they are combined with the cooked beans in a pot. Crushed or diced tomatoes, along with broth or water, are added to create a flavorful base for the stew. The stew is then simmered gently until the flavors meld together and the stew thickens slightly. is a simple and delicious dessert or side dish that combines cooked rice with sweetened apples and warming spices. It's a comforting and versatile dish that can be enjoyed as a dessert, a snack, or even as a breakfast option. To prepare ryż z jabłkami, short-grain rice is typically cooked until tender in water or milk, along with a pinch of salt and sometimes a splash of vanilla extract for added flavor. Meanwhile, apples are peeled, cored, and thinly sliced or diced. The apples are then cooked in a separate pot with butter or oil, sugar, cinnamon, and sometimes a splash of lemon juice or zest until they are soft and caramelized. Once the rice is cooked and the apples are tender and fragrant, they are combined together and gently stirred until well mixed. The dish is often served hot, although it can also be enjoyed cold. Some variations may include additional ingredients such as raisins, nuts, or dried fruit for added texture and flavor. is a dish that consists of two main components: barszcz, a beetroot soup, and uszka, small dumplings typically filled with mushrooms or meat. It's a beloved dish often served during Krugmas Eve dinner, but it's enjoyed throughout the year as well. Barszcz, the beetroot soup, is made by simmering beets, onions, carrots, and sometimes other vegetables in broth until the flavors meld together and the soup takes on a deep red color. The broth is then strained to remove any solids, resulting in a smooth and flavorful base for the soup. Some variations of barszcz may include the addition of sour cream or vinegar for tanginess. Uszka, the dumplings, are made from a simple dough consisting of flour, water, and sometimes eggs. The dough is rolled out thinly, then cut into small squares. Each square is filled with a savory mixture, typically made from minced mushrooms or meat seasoned with onions, garlic, and spices. The edges of the dough are then sealed together to form small dumplings resembling "little ears" aka uszka in Lechian. Once both the barszcz and uszka are prepared, they are combined in a bowl, with several dumplings added to each serving of soup. The result is a comforting and flavorful dish that highlights the sweetness of the beets and the savory filling of the dumplings. is a sour rye soup known for its distinctive tangy flavor and hearty ingredients. The base of żurek is made from fermented rye flour, which gives the soup its characteristic sour taste. To prepare the soup, the fermented rye flour is mixed with water or broth and simmered until it thickens slightly. Additional ingredients such as smoked bacon or sausage, potatoes, carrots, onions, and often hard-boiled eggs are added to create a flavorful and satisfying dish. One of the unique aspects of żurek is the addition of "zurek starter" or "zurek zakwas," which is a sourdough starter made from fermented rye flour. This starter adds depth of flavor and acidity to the soup, enhancing its tanginess. Żurek is often served hot as a main course, accompanied by a dollop of sour cream and garnished with fresh herbs such as parsley or dill. It's traditionally enjoyed with slices of hearty bread or a side of boiled potatoes. cheese is made from unpasteurized sheep's milk, and it has a distinct spindle-like shape with decorative patterns imprinted on its surface. To make oscypek, the milk is first heated and curdled using rennet, then the curds are pressed into wooden forms to give them their characteristic shape. After shaping, the cheeses are smoked using juniper wood, which imparts a unique flavor and helps to preserve the cheese. The smoked oscypek cheese has a firm and slightly crumbly texture, with a salty and smoky flavor profile. It can be enjoyed on its own as a snack or appetizer, or incorporated into various dishes such as grilled sandwiches, salads, or soups. In traditional Lechian cuisine, oscypek is often served sliced and pan-fried until golden brown and crispy on the outside, while still soft and melty on the inside. is a type of soft cheese made from sheep's milk, with origins on the continent of Vistulia, particularly Lechia and Vistulia. It has a crumbly texture and a slightly tangy flavor, often described as sharp and salty. To make bryndza, sheep's milk is heated and curdled using rennet, similar to the process of making other types of cheese. The resulting curds are then drained and lightly pressed to remove excess whey. After this, the curds are typically crumbled or mashed and mixed with salt. Sometimes, bryndza may also be aged for a short period to develop its flavor further. It is commonly used as a spread for bread or crackers, as a filling for dumplings or pierogi, or as a topping for baked potatoes or salads. In Slovakia, bryndza is a key ingredient in the traditional dish called "bryndzové halušky," which consists of potato dumplings served with bryndza cheese and topped with bacon. are traditional pastries similar to doughnuts. These delightful treats are typically made from a rich, sweet dough that is deep-fried until golden brown and then filled with various sweet fillings such as fruit preserves, custard, or cream. After frying, they are often dusted with powdered sugar or glazed for an extra touch of sweetness. The dough for pączki is typically made with ingredients such as flour, eggs, butter, sugar, yeast, and sometimes milk, resulting in a soft and fluffy texture. Traditionally, the dough is enriched with ingredients like egg yolks or sour cream, giving it a richer flavor and a tender crumb. These delicious pastries come in a variety of flavors and fillings, ranging from classic options like rosehip jam or raspberry preserves to more modern variations like chocolate or lemon curd. Regardless of the filling, pączki are a beloved symbol of Lechian culinary tradition, cherished for their sweet and indulgent taste. If you think we missed any important recipes please reach out! This list will be expanded in the future. We thank you for giving our cuisine a try and the continued support of Our Endeavors! Funded by Penned by

LECHICKIE IMIENINY The Lechian Nameday ☩ Penned by the Baron of Wolavia, Aleksander Karol in the year of our Lord, 1951 Many years have passed since the abdication of the first Count of Warsovia, Jan Jazlowiecki. This happened back when our kingdom was still at war with Adria and Prince Heinrik Sarkozic. Jan was a symbol of stability and peace in Arentania, a symbol of reconstruction and hope. Now that his son and our count, Waclaw I, sits on the comital throne of Warsovia, we look with hope to the reign of his first-born son, Krzysztof Pawel, Baron of Krakovia. For many years, the young Baron has trained in swordsmanship and archery, gone on many hunts with Prince of Merryweather and spent countless hours in the library of Ulrichsburg to gather the knowledge needed for his future reign. Now he is an adult and, in accordance with old Lechian customs, we will gather to celebrate Krzysztof's coming of age. This celebration shall have three stages. I - Archery Test Those who will attend shall gather on the road leading to the office of Marshall of Merryweather to witness the first test of the next Count of Warsovia. The Baron of Krakovia will release five arrows, one at a time, to five different targets in order to prove his skill with a bow and arrows. If they hit the target, he will pass the test and the Prince of Merryweather will order a personalised bow, featuring cultural symbols of the Lechians, for the young Jazlowiecki. II - Postrzyżyny Postrzyżyny is an ancient Lechian custom. The father should order his son to lay his head on the doorstep before he himself kneels down and cuts his hair with the tool of his choice - shears, sword, knife or axe. The hair should then be burned in fire to mark the boy’s coming of age. Naturally the Baron of Krakovia is permitted to regrow his hair as those are a common sight among Lechians. III - Feast As it usually happens, children of Lechia like to celebrate with food and alcohol. This celebration should not be any different. Once the previous two steps have been fulfilled the Comital House of Jazlowiecki shall invite their guests to a feast within the castle of Nowa Warsovia, where they shall feast, dance and rejoice. [OOC: SUNDAY THE 26TH, 2PM EST] ALL PEERS OF THE REALM ARE WELCOME TO THE FESTIVITIES. SPECIAL INVITATIONS ARE EXTENDED TO: HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Edmund II, The King of Aaun and the Royal House of Alstion HIS HIGHNESS, Heinrich II von Alstreim, The Prince of Merryweather HIS LORDSHIP, Johannes von Alstreim, The Count of Whisperwood and the Princely House von Alstreim HIS HIGHNESS, Ferdinand Barclay, The Grand Prince of Minitz HIS PRINCELY GRACE, Manfred Barclay, The Prince of Sutica and the Princely House of Barclay HIS GRACE, Jan II Ivanovich, The Duke of Styria and the Ducal House of Ivanovich HIS LORDSHIP, Emilio Sigismondo, The Count of Varoche and the Comital House of Varoche HIS LORDSHIP, Fernand de Lewes, The Baron of Virdain and the Baronial House of de Lewes MEMBERS OF THE FÜRSTENRAT, Walter Vanderrecht, The Marshall of Merryweather Boon, The Bailiff of Apfelberg Father Leofric, The Chaplain of Ulrichsburg CLERGY THAT RESIDE WITHIN THE UNITED KINGDOM OF AAUN SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Aleksander Karol, The Baron of Wolavia, Komes of Warsovia

ERNENNUNG DES ERSTEN FÜRSTENRATS Appointment of the first Princely Council Penned by the Princely Scribe, Konrad Lipa in the year of our Lord, 1940 [ ♪ ] With the completion of construction work comes new responsibilities. New tasks and challenges await our Principality every new day. In accordance with the positions announced at the inauguration of Merryweather and by the authority granted to me as the Prince von Alstreim by His Majesty, the King, I announce the establishment of the first Princely Council of Merryweather. The council will consist of six members and its main task will be to assist the Prince of Merryweather in his reign and to advise him at times of need. Members of the Council, with the exception of the Bailiff, are appointed for an indefinite time period, which stipulates that the end of their term of office is marked by resignation, removal from the Council by the Prince of Alstreim blood or death. Each Council member must have been a citizen of Merryweather for at least five years prior to appointment and must have demonstrated skills that will assist them in fulfilling the duties of their specific position. Each person who sits on the Council is accountable to the Prince of Merryweather directly, without any intermediaries, as it is the Council members who enact the laws of the Principality and should ensure that these laws are respected. DER MARSCHALL VON MERRYWEATHER UND DER SHERIFF VON APFELBERG The Marshal of Merryweather and Sheriff of Apfelberg For his continued support of the Princely House von Alstreim, now as in previous years, the title is bestowed on Walter Vanderrecht. He is the first Sheriff to be stationed in the office located in the heart of the Principality, right outside of the Schloss Ulrichsburg, and the same office will be the seat of the next Sheriffs of Apfelberg after Herr Vanderrecht retires from office. As the Principality's chief law enforcement officer, the Sheriff has the authority to: I. Arrest suspected criminals and hold them in his personal cells located within his office building until the arrival of the Commander of the Merryweather Rangers or the Prince of Merryweather himself. II. Dispense justice in matters where the Prince's presence is not needed - theft, armed robbery, burglary etc. III. Issue bounties for criminals and use the Princely Seal to validate their worth. IV. Wear a specially crafted star-shaped badge that represents the power of his office. DER KOMMANDANT DER RANGERS VON MERRYWEATHER The Commander of the Rangers of Merryweather Dietrich Faust is someone who needs no introduction to anybody in Aaun. A capable and loyal soldier, always standing at the side of Prince von Alstreim. His faith in the Alstreim cause is supported by his brave deeds, for it was he who tracked down and then killed many spawns of Iblees on behalf of the Prince. Now, officially for his service and merit, he is appointed the Commander of the Rangers of Merryweather so that he can continue to track down darkspawn and bring them justice in the name of God and the House von Alstreim. As the Commander of the Alstreim levy, the Commander has the authority to: I. Promote his soldiers to a higher rank. II. Track down, in coordination with the Sheriff, darkspawn on his own and fully at the expense of the Principality. III. Execute, publicly or privately, not only the spawns of Iblees but also criminals if the situation requires such measures. DER LANDVOGT VON APFELBERG The Bailiff of Apfelberg Anyone who has spent time among the people of Merryweather knows the master trader, champion at cooking, Boon, very well. His presence as well as his support is invaluable. From the very beginning, he faithfully stood by our cause, providing us with quality meals and good company. Now comes his time of trial, as he is appointed the first Bailiff of Apfelberg for the next four years. As head of the Merryweather community, Bailiff has certain authority: I. Collection of taxes from residents of Apfelberg and other parts of the Principality. II. Organise local festivals where every culture present in Merryweather will be promoted. III. During the election of the next Bailiff, the previous Bailiff can vote for himself with the power of one vote or another candidate with the power of two votes. DER FÜRSTLICHE HEROLD The Princely Herald The tasks of the Princely Herald are given to one of my two eldest sons, Johannes Lothar. The boy has always shown an interest in writing and court affairs, although until he reaches the age of sixteen, his Lechian tutor, Konrad Lipa, will pen documents on his behalf. The position of the Herald comes with no authorities other than using the Princely Seal to submit the written documents and announce the decisions made by the Princely Council. DER GRAF VON WARSOVIA The Count of Warsovia His Lordship Waclaw Jakub Jazloviecki, as a subject to the Prince of Merryweather is granted a seat in the Princely Council until his heir replaces him as a reigning Count of Warsovia.The Count is granted all the rights and authorities included in the affirmation of his title from the year 1909. DER FREIHERR VON TRIGLAV The Baron of Triglav His Lordship Mikhail Stefan Jazloviecki, as a subject to the Prince of Merryweather is granted a seat in the Princely Council until his heir replaces him as a reigning Baron of Triglav. The Baron is granted all the rights and authorities included in the affirmation of his title from the year 1927. GOTT MIT UNS, HIS HIGHNESS, Heinrich II von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and the Rhine, Landgrave of Alstreim, Baron of Corwinsburg, Lord of Blackwater, Lord Vandalore

AFFIRMATION OF THE LORDSHIPS OF WOLAVIA AND VISKA Issued on the 8th of Sun's Smile, 1931 Our house has always worked hard in service to their King, whoever that may have been. This is still the case as we serve the Alstion Kings of Aaun. Our enthusiasm does not diminish and the House moves forward achieving new goals. My brothers work as hard as I do to build up the reputation of our House. Aleksander helps out in the Legion and as Master of the Hunt, while Witold endeavors to become an Alchemist. In appreciation of their efforts and toil, by my authority as the Count of Warsovia, in consultation with the Prince of Alstreim, I confer on them the titles of Lordship. My brother Aleksander Wilhelm Jazloviecki and his descendants shall from now on bear the title of the Lords of Wolavia, while Witold Piotr Jazloviecki and his descendants shall be named the Lords of Viska. Let this be a reminder to everyone that hard work always bears fruit. Through our efforts, the power of the region of Merryweather and our United Kingdom of Aaun is growing. May we see such fruits borne once more through the labors of others in the future. W IMIĘ BOŻE, HIS LORDSHIP, Waclaw of House Jazloviecki, Count of Warsovia, Margrave of Grodno and Lvinsk, Count of Krakovia, Baron of Jazloviec, Warden of the Arentanian Alps, Defender of the Lechian People and Grand Hetman of the Eagle’s Watch APPROVED BY, HIS HIGHNESS, Heinrich II Lothar von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and the Rhine, Landgrave of Alstreim, Baron of Corwinsburg, Lord of Blackwater

AFFIRMATION OF THE BARONY OF TRIGLAV Issued & Confirmed on 22nd of The Amber Cold, 1927, Merryweather After years of faithful friendship between our houses, the bond that unites the Princely House of Alstreim and the Comital House of Jazloviecki is stronger than ever. With this in mind, and having traced the pages of our shared history, I could not help but notice that in the past the Jazloviecki-Svarogovich line held its own title. This title was forgotten by the King of the Novellen dynasty. The same one who called himself their friend but did nothing to help them when they required that assistance. Witnessing how thriving Warsovia is, it would be a sin to forget the merits of the second house that forms House Jazloviecki. As a recognition of the years of faithful service, not only of Mikhail Jazloviecki, but also of his late great-grandfather, Holy Sir August Mikołaj Jazloviecki, I officially restore the title of Baron Triglav to Mikhail and his descendants. The Baron's future will henceforth be linked to that of the Count of Warsovia and he will be bound by the same vassal contract. May good fortune be with us as we continue our fruitful work and build the United Kingdom of Aaun together. GOTT MIT UNS, HIS HIGHNESS, Heinrich II von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and the Rhine, Landgrave of Alstreim, Baron of Corwinsburg, Lord of Blackwater

Depiction of Warsovia in the summer [♪] [!] A private letter written in Lechitic and addressed to Waclaw Jakub Jazloviecki, brought to the young Count by a homing pigeon. The letter bears the seal belonging to Jan Jazloviecki, the first Count of Warsovia. ((Please do not metagame and RP the contents of this letter unless they are shared by the recipient.)) @ratlordmagic Waclaw, my dearest son, I'm sorry to have left so many things on your plate. You're still young, a bit foolish and impulsive, but I was no different when I was your age. I don't know when this letter will reach you, but I want you to know that the voyage is going smoothly. We should reach our destination soon enough. This information always comforts me in some way, but between you and me I will tell you that I have heard it so many times already that I no longer believe it. Having many days to myself, undisturbed by anyone, I decided to write this letter to let you know that my thoughts are always with you. I would like you to look at everything I have done from a slightly different perspective after reading this letter. Maybe you will notice something remarkable in this story for yourself. I was a young boy, younger than you are now, when I was forced to live through the terrors of the Harvest Revolution. I saw blood, corpses, pain and suffering of the people I called friends and family. I saw what happened to my father, what happened to my sisters and brother. Each of us was affected differently by this conflict. The revolution left a mark on me that I have never been able to shake off. Feelings of guilt, powerlessness and weakness. I felt inferior to my siblings but at the end of this road it turned out that I was the one who survived the longest. I was the one who raised up our bloodstained banner and crossed the river Petra to reach the place you now call home. It was a huge endeavour. Together with your uncle Henryk, we set up camp in the ruins. The days passed quickly but there was more work than we thought. Cleaning up the rubble, clearing the courtyard, gathering large amounts of stone, wood and other materials from which we built Kamieniec, our new home. The new seat of House Jazloviecki was nothing when compared to Grodno, but we were humble. It was not much, but it was enough for us at the time. I lived in the castle and didn't pay attention to what was around me. My family still lived in Petra. It was so foolish of me to care little about them. When they needed me most I was not there. Bianka was murdered and the wound in my heart reopened. Did I hate her? Yes. Blind pride and the belief that she could not match our father's genius caused my neglect of our relationship. By the time I wanted to fix this, it was too late. My sister was dead and there was nothing I could do about it. I don't wish you to ever have to go through such a thing in your life dear son. After this incident when I officially became the patriarch of the house, I married your mother. My life changed completely. I have always said to you, your brothers and sisters that it is family and loyalty that comes first. I still hold that view. If I can ask for anything, and I know I have been a terrible father and you may hold a grudge against me, but if there is one thing I can ask for then please take care of your siblings and stay loyal to those who gave us new life. Take what fate gives you no matter if it's better or worse than what you were getting before because there may come a day when you lose everything. Enjoy your family and what's around you while you still have it. I don't know if this voyage will end successfully, or if the merciless sea will swallow me and the crew up, but know that if this letter is the last you will ever recieve from me - I love you dearly Waclaw, my firstborn son. I am always with you. Your father,

[♪] It was a sunny day in the realm of the Argent Sun. A Holy Knight, named August Jazloviecki-Buckfort was sitting in his old armchair that remembers the golden era of Savoy, while smoking his cigar. The sun was shining on his old, hairy face and the man simply smiled at the distant star. He was old, he sensed that his end would come sooner or later. He puffed his cigar one more time before extinguishing it and standing up “It’s time” he thought to himself before walking back inside the old Triglav Keep. The man put his sword on the clothed table and prayed for a moment. Once he was sure of his intentions he went down to the cellar and took out a barrel of Uruk Guzzoline. “I once cheated death, it’s due time to embrace it” he said to himself before walking out with the said barrel and putting it on his horse. It took several days for the Knight to reach the heartlands that have been like a second home for him ever since his beloved Savoy fell. There was one thought in his head - Dumapalooza. So as he did exactly what he has planned - August approached the gate, and greeted his nephew Aleksander Wilhelm with a smile, as none of his relatives knew of his intentions. He went in carrying the barrel in his bag,after that the Old Knight went for a peaceful walk toward the building, while entering he moved through the crowd to find himself standing near the fireplace that was close to the podium where the candidates for a new Duke of Adria were standing. He hesitated a bit, but after a short prayer he glanced at the gathered Adrians and opened the barrel. The smell was quite distinct, though due to the crowd it didn’t spread quickly. August raised his arms and poured all the content of the barrel over himself. He was certain that his decision was righteous and thus this action will be the best and only possible way to purify his soul. Moments later the elderly man reached into the fireplace and immediately caught on fire. The crowd turned their heads towards the Knight but it was too late. Holy Knight screamed his last words as his body stood in flames… His goal was simple - hit the representatives of House von Draco, enemies of his relatives and of his own. Then the most unexpected of all possible things happened - a poor recruit stepped in to stop the burning Knight. He could not stop therefore he rushed into the boy, causing burn damage to his clothes and skin. He did not succeed, but he tried. His duty was fulfilled and his soul cleansed. The last Argent Legionnaire, last living Savoyard and last Jazloviecki Holy Knight dropped dead as his body burned in agony. August Mikołaj Jazloviecki-Buckfort lived 109 years, now he departed on his last journey, to find eternal peace and finally reconnect with his lost friends and family.

THE STORY OF THE LECHIAN ARTILLERYMEN [♪] The sun has not been seen in Karosgrad for months. The dark night shrouded everything and the only sources of light were lamps and bonfires. Humanity has struggled with the bane that was the Mori for a very long time. The battles in the human kingdoms were constant. People were dying like flies trying to fend off the attacks of these spawns of Iblees. The time has come for the final battle for the fate of humanity. The last capital on the continent to hold out while the human Kingdoms of Balian and Aaun as well as the elven, dwarven and orc ones fell. Volunteers streamed into the Haenseni capital from all directions, and their flags flew in the cold nightly wind. Amidst these masses of volunteers were the flags bearing the White Eagle. The proud people of Lechia, despite coming in a group of only four, have answered the call. The flags carried by the volunteers bore a big White Eagle and the famous words "For Freedom Ours and Yours". When they arrived at the main square, they had no idea where they would be assigned, which gate or regiment. Then Lord Marshal, Wilheim Barclay, arrived and ordered the Lechians to defend the port gate. Their struggle to defend humanity began. The volunteers quickly ascended to the top of the gate where they were given two cannons and supplies of gunpowder and cannonballs at their disposal. Having split into two teams - Aleksander with Waclaw, Mikhail with Boon - the Lechians quickly began preparing the cannons. Shortly afterwards, others arrived at the gate. Many different nations fought at the same gate, but their shared goal was clear - prevent them from going through. First the locusts arrived and then hordes of slaves began to march across the dock. The first order was given by the Barclay: SHOOT AT THE HAY BALES SO THAT THEY START TO BURN Shots rang out and cannonballs hit their target. A first success for the men who will be called Artillerymen at the end of the battle. Blocking the slaves' access to the barricaded harbour gate, the cannons focused on the oncoming locusts. Children of Warsovia worked fast, almost like a mechanism - roll the cannon back, clean it, load it, push it forward, shoot, repeat. There was no time for mistakes, there was only victory in their minds. Cannonball after cannonball flew out, hitting their opponents perfectly. The horde of locusts had thinned out - it was time to target the infantry. The first and one of the few artillery stumbles, the right cannon jammed. While Boon and Mikhail cleaned the cannon, Aleks and Waclaw quickly reloaded theirs. Moments later Waclaw lit the fuse. A powerful blast resounded amidst the harbour buildings. After the dust had settled, nothing remained of the group of slave infantry at which the left cannon was aimed. They all died, the shot was perfect. Moments later, the two men on the right cannon have managed to load it once more and fired towards the right infantry group, also sweeping it away. Lord Marshal Barclay was pleased with the work of the brave Lechians. Suddenly the ground trembled. A terrible roar echoed through the dock. The Devourer of Dobrov arrived. BOON, LOAD UP THAT PLATE! Mikhail shouted to his comrade and rolled the cannon back to clean it. The two on the left cannon did the same. The fight continued. In addition to cannonballs, arrows flew from the gate and two nearby towers. Archers and people manning the catapults hit the enemies well, with more and more locusts flying down dead. It was time for another attempt, the cannons reloaded. Another two blasts resounded. Then the least expected thing happened. The beast, the Devourer of Dobrov, wailed and went back under the surface. The joy of the Lechians was indescribable. The temporary defeat of the centipede gave them courage and strength. It doubled their efficiency. Suddenly, arrows came flying and Boon was hit. As he was pulled back to the tower, the Lord Marshal himself came to help Mikhail operate the cannon. Shortly afterwards Sir Ludolf Barclay arrived and swapped with Duke Wilheim in helping with the right cannon. Unfortunately, despite their efforts, more and more hordes were streaming towards the gate and the huge centipede seemed to be approaching the surface again. The second order was given by Lord Marshal: RETREAT! JAZLOVIECKIS MAN THE CANNONS ON THE STREETS! This was what they did. They fired at the oncoming hordes for as long as possible. They strategically retreated as far as the central barricade where the gunpowder depot was. It all went good until the pavement ripped and a smaller centipede emerged from underneath, probably the offspring of the Devourer. There was no time to waste. The Lechians were shooting fast. Even wounded Boon with a bandage wrapped around his belly helped Mikhail to load the cannon. After all, the pain was less important than duty. Finally one of the cannonballs shot by Aleksander and Waclaw got the smaller centipede and killed it. That was not the last of their problems - there came the Legionnaires. The defenders were outnumbered, they had no chance. Forced to retreat once again, all have abandoned the barricade. Yet one of the Lechians did not retreat. Young Aleksander Jazloviecki stood on the barricade until the very last moment before setting the reserves of gunpowder on fire and running back towards his comrades. The explosion was enormous. Many Legionnaires died, staining the walls and ground with their blood. Another small victory for the Lechian volunteers. The fight was soon to be over, with forces from the harbour gate being pushed back against the palace. All forces were to retreat, except the brave Artillerymen. The Lord Marshal ordered them to fire one last time as soon as the enemy armies came close to the palace. Mikhail and Boon fired first, injuring two Dreadknights. Then fired Aleksander and Waclaw, hitting the incoming Legionnaires with their last grapehsot. After that they were forced to pull back for good along with others. Karosgrad was lost. Their work in defence of Haense and humanity was over. Even though they failed, they did their best to prevent it... From that day the story of the four brave artillerymen, who together resisted the Mori hordes, is known among all Lechians and members of House Jazloviecki. Through all, they prevailed.

ONE LAST TIME Writ of abdication of Jan I Jazloviecki, Count of Warsovia [♪] FOREWORD Thirteen years ago I have stepped on this soil for the first time since the fall of Grodno. It was a milestone in my life, and a thing I have thought to be impossible at the time. I have stepped on this sacred hill not as an exiled man but as the Lord and Count. It was ours once more - Grodno. The dream of my father and grandfather, of my uncles and aunts, dream of me and my siblings. Many doubted me. Too many to count. Even among my closest relatives words of doubt have spread like a thick mist. I did not falter. I have fought for what was rightfully ours and what was taken from us by impious de Vilains of Acre. Against all odds, I stood proudly with my head held high. Of course, none of this would have been possible had it not been for Ottomar von Alstreim, my best friend and brother of my beloved wife. He was the one who saw the opportunity and let me take it. Since that day, our Houses have been connected by a bond stronger than in the days of my grandfather Borys and his grandfather Ulrich. Warsovia wouldn't be the same if it wasn't for the people who, in addition to Ottomar, supported me in my pursuit of my goal. COUSIN HENRYK A person who was with me everywhere and at all times. Day or night, together we erected this castle without outside help. It was our work, our creation. Now, thanks to this hard work, our family can live with dignity. UNCLE WIKTOR Someone who supported me from a young age. Bald and untitled but worth more to me than a whole army of loyal soldiers. We have spent many good and bad moments together over these thirteen years. We defended this castle against invading bandits, we fought to defend Prince Henry. These memories will stay with me forever. UNCLE AUGUST A man that is no longer with us. He taught me what it was like to resist progressive thinking and stay true to the traditions and history of our House. He always gave me advice when I needed it and had an anecdote from his youth for every dilemma. I know that he is now up there with Grandfather and is looking at us gathered here. I think he has no reason to be ashamed of us and what we achieved. Now I have children too. So many that I can't count. I see a part of myself in each of them. Some resemble me and some resemble their mother but I love them all the same. This day is the one I dreaded the most - the day when I will be greying and they will be young and beautiful. Just as the brown of my hair is fading so is my power as Count of Warsovia. Today on the 2nd of Sun's Smile 1922 I abdicate in favour of my first-born son Waclaw Jakub, and install Wiktor Jazloviecki as his Lord Regent. This state of matters shall endure until my son is old enough to bear the coronet. THROUGH ALL, WE PREVAIL. Signed, Jan Jazloviecki, Count of Warsovia

Memories of Lord Aleksander Wilhelm from his time spent in the Adrian captivity. [ ♪ ] It was early evening, I was just enjoying my time in Neu Brandthof as is my custom. Bored with the silence, I decided to take a ride into the forest. Convinced of my safety, I mounted my black horse and rode out through the gate towards the other side of the river. My freedom lasted less than five minutes, as just over the bridge I heard a whistle and an Adrian Greycloak stood next to me with a spear in his hand. Naturally, I stopped my horse - I had no armour on and no sword at my belt. That wasn't good enough for that greedy Adrian dog, who shouted to me if I was one of the Minitzers. My explanations were of no use - I was attacked and forced to defend myself. God will be the judge as this impious brigand attacked a young boy of noble birth that clearly did not mean any harm to him nor his comrades. The loss was certain, for after all what could a fourteen-year-old do against an adult soldier? Defeated, I was tied up and put on a horse. My walk of shame began. I was taken to Velec where, for a long while, my captor could not find anyone to put "this Minitzer spy" in the dungeon. Of course, the local population came to see this "Minitzer spy" that I supposedly was and there were also those righteous people, whom God will save when their time comes, who wanted to free me for it was immoral to hold me captive. In the end what would a young man do, whose only thoughts were of revelry and freedom? - little if I dare to say so myself. Then I was given the honour of looking into the eyes of my grandfather's enemies. Members of House von Draco surrounded me but had no clue of who I was until the time of my questioning came. A kind-hearted soldier, a man called Renata, stood up for me. He did not want to allow them to do me any harm - before and during the interrogation, and I have promised him that he will be in my prayers. A red-haired priest, Father Walter, also came to see what the commotion was. In my eyes he is probably the rightest of all righteous Adrians. He defended me together with Renata and some woman whose name I didn't really hear until the end of my interrogation. Seeing that I knew nothing nor could I be of any use to anyone - some agitated for my release. This state of matters changed when another man of von Draco's line showed up. He was the one they called "Marshal". Even though he looked very scary to me, he treated me kindly - that is what I thought at least. Oh what a mistake that was, thinking that everyone would treat me like a human being, a living and feeling being deserving of at least a measure of respect. I was kept in the rain, at a table in the courtyard during the interrogation. Only when it stopped pouring and I was completely wet, ready for lung disease and certain death, was I taken to the dungeon. My real nightmare has begun. I was promised the safety and presence of Father Walter, this Marshal and unfortunately my pushy captor. I had no other choice but to comply. On my way to Velec, during my interrogation and once I was in the dungeon I kept on praying. Praying to God for my quick release and to be in one piece. There were five people in the dungeon with me - Father Walter, my captor, the Marshal and two mercenaries, from the looks of it one was from the south and the other was from Tetsugawa. The southerner entered the cell with me, which was quite strange, but I considered it a safety measure. Once Marshal left to check on something, things started to get weird - I was gagged and one of those mercenaries knocked Father Walter out before dragging him away. My kidnapper was shocked, I thought he knew how it would end. Then someone came, a woman, and everyone except of the man who was in the cell with me left. I thought that I was safe, but not for long. Two von Draco women appeared at the bars that separated me from them. They kept on insulting me because of my birth. What a dull life a person must have, who pours their aggression over an old family feud onto a young man, bound, soaking wet and with gagged mouth. The anger of her and some other lass of her blood had reached its peak once I did not respond to their insults, but instead prayed to my great grandfathers Venerable Borys Jazloviecki and Venerable Ulrich von Alstreim - true and exemplary Canonists. They were clearly with me. Lady von Draco had no keys to the cell! I laughed in my thoughts but it did not end there as she tried to bash and then lockpick the sturdy iron door. Her last attempt failed and the lock jammed - I was safe, for now. They kept threatening me with death for the next hours, but my faith in God was too strong. I did not listen to their words and threats because I believed in the Lord's defence. When they got tired and left, I fell asleep and woke up in the forest. I was free, truly free. I don't know what happened to Father Walter, to Renata or to other good people who wanted to help me and opposed their superiors. I will pray for you and if God will allow me to repay you for this kindness, I shall do so when this war is over. God be praised and savage Adrians be damned, Vigour in Faith. Through all I prevailed,

THE COMITAL BAN OF AMELIA IEKAMI Penned by the Komes of Warsovia, Wiktor Jazloviecki on 6th of Sun's Smile 1910 [ ♪ ] To all people who live in the Aaunic region of Merryweather, For years our family has fraternised with the Iekami family, who come from Yong Ping. My grandfather Borys gave them his friendship and trust. Over the years they have helped us with our work, helped by building, making, and fighting. But in any relationship, even the best one, there are stumbling blocks. Small ones that can be forgiven, but also larger ones that take longer to forgive. Unfortunately, Amelia Iekami, daughter of Genkai Iekami has committed too many offences to be able to seek forgiveness. By order of Count Jan I Jazloviecki - Amelia Iekami, on behalf of House Jazloviecki and those of Iekami family who remain alive, is accused of patricide, and a number of other murders committed on the territory of the former Margraviate of Lvinsk. She is also accused of causing her younger brother, Makoto Iekami, to lose his sight during an attempted murder of his person, in front of the capital city of Vienne in the presence of many witnesses. Amelia Iekami is wanted dead or alive by County authorities, any information is of value and should be brought to the County's attention. In addition to that, there is a reward for bringing her in: 150 Mina if she is brought dead, 250 Mina if she is brought to the County alive, or 50 Mina for any information that may lead to her arrest. Signed, Wiktor Jazloviecki, Komes of Warsovia

THE DEFENCE OF WARSOVIA Description of the unexpected siege, from the point of view of the Defenders of Warsovia C. 1909 [ ♪ ] Depiction of Warsovia It was a sunny day, a day like any other in the mountains on the western border of the Kingdom of Aaun. Lord Jan and Lord Wiktor were just finishing their work when Prince Ottomar von Alstreim came to the castle. Due to exhaustion, Wiktor went to rest while his nephew Jan received the Prince and sat with him by the fire. Count Jan and Prince Otto are close friends, so the conversation between them was quite informal. They talked about everything and nothing, gazing into the dancing flames of the bonfire. When their conversation, as it usually did, descended into the subject of politics towards Petra, which was still at that moment in a state of civil war a sudden sound came from behind the two men. The sound of quick footsteps and as if with a whip Prince Ottomar suffered an axe blow to his black polished armour. "Jan! Look out!" exclaimed the red-haired prince, but in vain, as another blow went Jan's way. After a blow from his attacker, Prince Alstreim miraculously dodged the fire and fell right next to it. He picked himself up and ran at the thug, disarming him. Breathing heavily he offered his hand to Jan to get him up as well "What was that?!" muttered the Prince, fixing his hair. "I have no idea..." said the Lechian Count, equally confused. Their tranquillity did not last long, suddenly a horn sounded and the clatter of feet sounded behind the palisade they were just looking at - dozens of footsteps resounded through the mountain valley. "What is that sound Jan?" asked Ottomar, "I don't know..." Jan repeated once more and shrugged his shoulders before taking out his sword, "Get ready Otto, it's not over.". Little did they know what awaited them. Immediately, siege hooks appeared at the top of the palisade and the ropes to which they were attached tightened. A siege began that neither Warsovia nor Grodno had experienced. The two Lords stood in their armours and with swords in their hands - ready to face their opponents. The first wave of a dozen mountain bandits poured out from behind the palisade, leaping onto the compacted earth one after the other. The two men nodded at each other then went into battle together - slashing, piercing and dismembering their inexperienced opponents. The courtyard filled with bodies after a while of struggle. The Lords emerged victorious from the battle, yet their struggle was far from over. After the first wave of aggressors, a voice resounded: "Lord Ottomar, Lord Jan! We have surrounded the fortress, surrender immediately!" For these two, surrendering to unknown attackers was not an option, so they collectively replied " You will have to take us by force!" - and so it happened, the ropes tightened again, and more hooks came landing not only on the palisade but also on the walls. There was no turning back now. Bandits flooded the courtyard of the ruined Grodno, no longer in tens but hundreds. The fight was fierce, and in the course of it Ottomar disappeared somewhere. Count Jazloviecki managed to get to the castle where he closed the gate and woke up Wiktor. The two kinsmen wearing armour grabbed their bows and arrows and ran as fast as they could to the wall. The Lechians sent arrows into the enormity of their enemies one after another. It didn't do them much good and it was clear from a distance that the invaders had opened the gate and were drawing even more troops inside. In response, John instructed Wiktor "Shoot as many of them as you can, I have to inform the King!" and ran along the wall towards the aviary. The Count wrote two letters as quickly as he could - one to King Charles and one to his soldier Kazimierz, who was staying at Minitz that day - then sent the birds towards Neu Brandthof and the Aaunic capital. Enemies were not diminishing; on the contrary, the crowd seemed to be thickening. Jan joined Wiktor and they defended the castle together for just over an hour before a bird sat on the wall with an answer to one of the letters sent towards the capital. "Hold your ground, we are coming to relieve you, brothers!" ~Brandt Barclay So it was decided, help is on the way. This news gave the Warsovia defenders a boost. Arrows flew from the walls even more frequently - killing even larger swathes of enemies. Unfortunately, the vigour was not endless as Wiktor tapped Jan on the shoulder and said "Kurwa we are out of arrows!". Without a counterattack, the fall of the castle was inevitable - the only salvation was reinforcements from the King and Herzog of Minitz. Suddenly, siege hooks got on the gate and the attackers started to climb up the gatehouse. Unable to face the outnumbered enemy, the two Lechians were forced to flee to a nearby tower where they desperately defended themselves against the onslaught of swords. Then, after a few minutes of fighting the assault seemed to quiet down and a familiar shout came from the gate "REINMAR!". Depiction of Brandt Barclay waiting for an opportunity to break through the enemies to the castle The first reinforcements have arrived - Lord Brandt, heir to Herzog Leon, and Kazimierz, Thane of Warsovia. Jan and Wiktor knew they had to break through to the gate to let their allies inside, so they began a suicidal battle against a mass of opponents. God was with them - opponents in the gatehouse were defeated, and the way to the gate mechanism was free.With the power of their muscles, they set the mechanism in motion and let the two riders in. After a brief conversation, Kazimierz and Brandt joined the defence. They knew that they had to survive until support from the combined Minitz, Adrian and Alstion armies arrive. The sun was already setting and the smell of corpses was in the air. The defenders were exhausted after a long struggle, morale was waning. Suddenly the sound of hooves resounded, it resounded the same way as the footsteps of the opponents a few hours earlier. Kazimierz raised his head and looked out over the wall. His pupils dilated and he exclaimed: "Konni jadą!" then he took a moment to clear his throat and spoke in common once more "They're coming! Herzog Leon, Duke of Adria and King Charles!" Depiction of the Aaunic forces riding to Warsovia's rescue At the sound of hooves, the heads of the opponents turned towards the gate from where a large group of horsemen poured into the courtyard of the ruined castle. Armed with lances, spears and bows - soldiers of the allied armies of Alstions, Minitz and Adria came to save Warsovia from her inevitable defeat. The bandits besieging the gate were forced to retreat to assist their comrades who were being stifled by the fast cavalry, giving the defenders a chance to counterattack. So it happened, Brandt Barclay rose and, catching the bloodied sword in his hand, raised it to the sky "Lechs! Who believes in God - after me!". Wiktor opened the gate but was shot in the arm just moments later and forced to stay on the wall - he fulfilled his duty. Accompanied by Jan and Kazimierz, the young Waldenian fearlessly set off on his enemies. As the defenders poured out of the castle and the cavalry continued their recurrent attacks on the bandits, there were fewer and fewer of them left in the square. The sun was setting lower and lower, and the enemies began to flee in fear. At this point, everything was all but certain - victory belonged to the defenders. Defeating the last enemies, King Charles, Duke Heinrik and Herzog Leon rode up to the tired and bloodied defenders, even wounded Wiktor managed to get out of the castle to greet those to whom he owed his life. "Greetings Lord Jan, sorry for the delay but the Alps don't have the best roads." said his Royal Majesty, Charles Alstion "We came to the rescue as quickly as possible, ja." Herzog Leon added to that. After a brief conversation, from which nothing could be deduced - neither who ordered the bandits to raid, who they were, nor why they had come here in the first place, the army leaders thanked their soldiers and, after a moment's rest, departed back to their own lands. Depiction of the Warsovian battlefield THE SIEGE HAS COME TO AN END A battle like the siege of Warsovia has probably not been seen by any fortified stronghold in the history of Arentania. From that day on, Warsovia had a debt to repay to anyone who abandoned their business and rushed west to help, and anyone who has soiled their sword with the blood of bandit invaders can call themselves a friend of the Jazlovieckis. To commemorate the event, Count Jan ordered the creation of emerald pins for each of the defenders to honour their bravery. The aid given by the Aaunic Lords in the year of our Lord 1909 will live long in the memory of Warsovians...

Penned by Count Jan Jazloviecki, on 12th of Tobias' Bounty 1909 [ ♪ ] Old depiction of Grodno, once home of the Jazlovieckis The die is cast, It is with a sorrowful heart that I officially announce the death of my sister and our matriarch Bianka Ophelia Jazloviecki. Despite our feuds, the lack of mutual understanding and the sometimes bitter words thrown at each other, Bianka was my sister and a person true to her ideals, her friends and her family. My sister was murdered by those she had considered friends for many years. In our culture, stabbing someone in the back is unacceptable and eminently dishonourable. The crime committed against a member of our family will not go unpunished. Fear grips my heart when I think what would have happened if my other two sisters had not remained in hiding, perhaps the funeral would have taken place with three coffins instead of one? Only God knows an answer to this question. Although our paths have diverged, and the family that followed me is not connected to the state that Bianka served, we will help as much as we can to avenge her death. After years of humiliation and mistakes, it is time for a new beginning. It is time to restore the splendour of this house, which has shown heroism over the years. To reach out to our friends whom we have spurned out of our own stupidity and proclaim: On this day I, like my grandfather Venerable Borys III did before me, raise the once again bloodstained banner with our White Eagle, because through all, we prevail. Signed, Jan Jazloviecki, Count of Warsovia

Penned by Bianka Ophelia Jazloviecki, 6th of Owyn’s Flame, 1901 Throughout the many years of my familial turmoil, I have put forth myself to keep this house afloat. The waves crash against our family’s reputation as we sail on the open continent of Almaris and set foot in Petrine Land, creating a place of sanctuary for our bloodline. With the death of my father and mother, the leadership of the family had fallen to my oldest brother; however, nearly a year after he completely disappeared, the succession of the family went to my older sister. Very unfortunately, she had fallen ill during the winter cold of the same year, an illness not able to be cured with known medicine. Another many years passed while I played Lady Regent, praying my dear sister would regain her strength to guide our house but praying was never enough. In desperate need, I consulted with my sister, and we both have made a decision that I shall be the matriarch of House Jazloviecki and the succession line shall follow my branch of this family, being passed to my children, followed by my children’s children. With this conclusion, I wish for The Commonwealth of Petra to honor this arrangement if anyone were to question the legitimacy of my hold on the House of Jazloviecki. SIGNED, Lady Bianka Ophelia Jazloviecki, Matriarch of House Jazloviecki, Grand Chamberlain of River Court

ᛥᛜᛝᛜ RODNOVERY ᛜᛝᛜᛥ (RODZIMOWIERSTWO) ᛜᛝᛜ ᛜᛝᛜ Rodnovery is a polytheistic religion practised by Proto-Lechians, with a focus on the worship of many gods and, above all - nature. The Old Gods were worshipped hundreds and perhaps even thousands of years before the Lechitic rulers converted to Canonism. Followers of this ancient religion believed that the Allfather Triglav created man from clay in the likeness of his sons Perun, Svarog, Jarilo and Weles, and by giving human beings life, he was calling them on a lifelong mission to worship him and the other deities, so that on the day of their death they would wake up in Navia, where the living are not permitted to enter. Proto-Lechians gathered in forests, mountains, in the fields or on the beaches of the seas to worship their Gods and and offer them sacrifices. The offerings made on the altars varied, and depended on the deity worshipped at the time. It could have been grain, it could have been fruit, animals, handcrafted items or sometimes infidels. Rodnovery became so ingrained in the culture and minds of the ancient Lechians that it took long years of cruel conversion by foreign missionaries to eradicate this religion from their land. However, no one said it was gone permanently... ᛜᛝᛜ MAJOR DEITIES ᛜᛝᛜ ᛜ TRIGLAV ᛜ Triglav - The Allfather Symbol - The Ancient Oak Association - Nature and living creatures Triglav is the creator of the human race and of all living creatures. In Lechitic beliefs, omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent - he oversees the balance of good and evil. The greatest of the pantheon of deities, as his love for the world gave birth to four sons - Perun the god of lightning and war, Svarog the god of craftsmen and blacksmiths, Jarilo god of the harvest and fertility and Weles the god of the underworld and the night. In honouring him, Lechians often decorate the outspread oak trees with beautiful ribbons, paint them in different colours and dance when they light bonfires around them. ᛜ PERUN ᛜ Perun - The god of lightnings Symbol - Lightning Association - Thunder, war, honourable death Perun is the eldest son of Triglav and the most powerful of the brothers. Lord of lightning and war, he is the patron of warriors. Lechians believe that Perun does not take material form, although he manifests himself in the form of a sudden thunderstorm. Being struck by lightning is the greatest insult as it is believed to be a sign of great sin and expulsion from Navia. Popular among pagan Lechians was the legend of an artefact given by Perun into the hands of the faithful - his axe. A weapon of magical power that helped the early Lechians to conquer their lands, but which was lost in unknown circumstances. It was prophesied that the person who would recover the sacred axe would lead the Lechitian tribes (Lechians, Tschechs and Ruthians) to conquer the world known to them. To worship him, Lechians made obelisks and boulders with runes around them around which offerings were made (if it was a boulder, animal sacrifices were usually made on the given boulder). ᛜ SVAROG ᛜ Svarog - The god of blacksmiths and craftsmen Symbol - Fire, hammer, anvil Association - Work, fires, weapons Svarog is the second son of the all-father, and the most benevolent towards hard-working people. The cult of Svarog was most often manifested among blacksmiths, shoemakers, weavers, coopers, carpenters, etc. His altar was usually the hearth in a forge where the faithful burned herbs and figurines with his likeness made in his honour. Less frequently, there were stone tables behind which a statue of Svarog stood and on which craftsmen's wares - swords, armour, shields, bows, clothing and the like - were laid. This god, according to folklore stories, takes the form of a simple man who has a habit of spending time together with working people - in a forge or other workplace. Because of this myth, Lechitic craftsmen are very open to strangers so as not to offend their patron with their behaviour. ᛜ JARILO ᛜ Jarilo - The god of harvest and fertility Symbol - Wheat, flowers Association - Wind blowing in the field, good weather Jarilo is the penultimate son of Triglav and at the same time the patron of fields, harvests and fertility. In some legends, also a deity of good fortune and luck. Like his brother Perun, he does not manifest himself in material form, although his presence is signalled by a breath of warm wind while working in the fields. His blessing gives women fertility and farmers a rich and healthy harvest. He is worshiped in summer and spring when the work in the field is in progress. Its altar is the ground in which gifts - usually flowers, bunches of grain or even food - are buried. His cult was most prevalent in the lowland areas of Lechia. ᛜ WELES ᛜ Weles - The god of the underworld, life after death and magic Symbol - Bear cub, obsidian, moon Association - Magic, supernatural phenomena Triglav's youngest son is Weles, god of the underworld, life after death and magic. He oversees the passage of human souls from the world of the living to Navia where they will live eternal lives. Revered by the high priests who laid bodies to rest and court magicians (if any were present). His cult was not practised by ordinary people because his presence could only be felt after death as it was he who weighed people's sins and decided whether they would experience the honour of entering the land of eternal life. He only made contact with the human world through educated magicians whom he deemed worthy of hearing his voice. One of the greatest creatures of ancient Lechia was the Great Lechian Bear, to which the figure of Weles was somehow ascribed - powerful but also rarely seen. ᛜ MORANA ᛜ Morana - The goddess of winter and death Symbol - Snowflake, white swan Association - Winter, blizzard The only goddess in the main pantheon of gods. Probably derived from other local beliefs, as her figure is not associated with any other deity. Some accounts say that she is the wife of Weles, indicating the wicked nature of Triglav's youngest son. However, most of the faithful rejected her as a possible spouse of the god of the underworld. The lady of death and winter, she never makes contact with people although she manifests her presence in the form of dark silhouettes visible in snow blizzards, which bewilder people and lead them down the path of certain death. She is not worshipped, as she is mostly considered an evil deity. ᛜᛝᛜ MINOR DEITIES ᛜᛝᛜ ᛜ LESZY ᛜ Leszy - Nature warden Leszy is an ancient guardian of the forest, created by Triglav in the early years of the world. Placed in charge of protecting nature, he was to protect what was alive. He roams the earth's wildernesses and forests, lifting fallen trees and rescuing animals from poachers' snares. Seen either as a cloud of smoke or in material form - an erect creature with a body formed from numerous roots and a deer skull instead of a head. Classed as a friendly deity, although provoked can kill a person. ᛜ KLOBUK ᛜ Klobuk - Patron of the hearth Klobuk is one of the good spirits in Lechitic beliefs. He is said to protect the hearth, your house and all of its residents. Often appears as a black cock with red eyes, yet despite his scary appearance Klobuk is regarded as one of the most peaceful house spirits. It is believed that the first sign of Klobuk's protection is finding a singular black feather on your doorstep or on your windowsill in the early morning. ᛜ DOMOWNIK ᛜ Domownik - Household peacekeeper and patron of kids Domownik is a friend of children, as they are said to be the only ones who can see him as they see other people. Adults, on the other hand, can spot him in the corner of their eye, although when they turn away to look at him - he disappears. Caretaker of the house and surrounding areas. He is the children's guardian, watching over their safety and guarding them while they sleep, usually sitting next to the child's bed or cradle. He seems scary to some, yet he is kind by disposition - he cannot speak, but communicates with gestures. He entertains children by playing games with them or even wipes their tears when they cry. Children describe him as an undersized man, with a thick beard and soot-coloured hair and big hairy hands. ᛜ BIES ᛜ Bies - the embodiment of evil Bies is the epitome of all evil. Patron of nightmares and evil spirits sent into the world to oppress people. Depicted as a hairy beast with deer antlers, hooves on the hind legs and sharp claws on the front legs. His eyes shine bright yellow and his mouth displays rows of sharp teeth. According to the myths, Bies lives in a cavern beneath the earth into which he draws sinners, devouring their souls and by doing that - gaining strength.

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

ON THE MATTER OF OUR PARENTS Penned by the bastard son of late Margrave Jan Jazloviecki, on the 2nd of Sun's Smile 1891 As certainly every person in Almaris knows by now, our parents - Maciej Jazloviecki, son of Borys Jazloviecki from Savoy, and Ottilie Franziska Jazloviecki née Castile, were executed in a public execution in the Sedan town square. Our uncle, Otton Jazloviecki, brother of our beloved father, also died with them. All three were beheaded by Prince Joseph I using his own sword. We condemn the actions of our parents and uncle, yet this does not change the fact that for us they will still be the people who brought us into this world, baptised us, brought us up and gave us a basic education and a decent life. We don't know how or who infected our parents and uncle with vampirism, but let them be damned whoever they were. A test conducted on us by one of the Cardinals who was instrumental in discovering our parents' secret showed a NEGATIVE result for each of us, saving us from a certain death. As of this date, our eldest brother Borys IV becomes the new Margrave and Patriarch of the house. Our house has survived a lot, yet this may be our greatest test. We love and will not forget our dear parents, may GOD have mercy on their souls. THE CRUSADE GOES ON, JUST AS OUR SAD LIVES GO ON WITHOUT OUR PARENTS. Signed, Borys IV Lukács Jazloviecki, son of Maciej Walentyna Stasia Jazloviecki, daughter of Maciej Bianka Jazloviecki, daughter of Maciej Valerija Anastazja Jazloviecki, daughter of Maciej Marek Jazloviecki, son of Otton

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

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

BEEN HERE LONG TIME, YE? Music :3 Painting of Jindrich, around 55 years old. Gray clouds grouped around the March of Grodno. In one of the rooms of this newly built castle laid Jindrich Jazloviecki. He was not in the best shape, and he knew about that. The Jazloviecki knew his days were numbered and he was going to meet his end soon. Because of that, a few days ago, he paid a last visit to the nation he loved and belonged to for nearly his entire day, visiting the abandoned city of Freimark, the duchy of Drusco and of course, the hill where the Margraviate of Lvinsk once stood. Filled with sadness, nostalgia and much, much more emotions, he returned back to what was now his home, March of Grodno, built deep in the hills of Kingdom of Oren. There, he suddenly felt it. His body weakened, his skin turned pale white and his face was covered in sweat. "Tak t-tady to je.." He muffled on his way to his room. He felt his strength go away with every step. Jindrich was shocked, even though he counted with this moment. All the blood he coughed out and the headaches reminded him that he will be gone at a close point in the future. He limped to his bed. Jindrich immediately fell onto it. The Tschech's entire body was covered in sweat. His entire skin was pale like marble. Laying on his bed, he felt every last second. Every last drop of blood in his body. He decided to think about all the ones, that cheered his life until his last moments. Sebastian Velho... Genkai Iekami... Berra Mierzwinski... Masashi Iekami... Andrzej Kowalski... Catalina Bennett... And mainly, his own family, the ones he shared his blood with... "Stanislaw, Maciej, Otton- carry your father's le.. legacy, and mine too, if I l-leave some behind." He thought to himself. "And never forget about August and Fiodor, my dear cousins. I w-will be waiting for you, wherever in Hell or in the Seven S-skies, because only GOD knows where my soul will end." He was done. His truly last moment was left for the person he valued the most, the reason all this, that right now is around him was possible. The Defender of Lechians, Borys Jazloviecki. "I w-will see ya a-again, dear c-cousin.." He muffled. Jindrich then closed his eye. And those... Were the last words of Jindrich Jazloviecki. Siła w Bogu, a my z Bogiem...

A storm came over Lvinsk. The rain was pouring constantly, the lightnings were striking in the distance. However, in the Jazloviec Keep there was one light burning in the window. In the largest bedroom on the bed lay Borys, the Margrave of these lands. His breathing was heavy, in his hand lying inertly on the bedclothes, he held a handkerchief in which he had coughed for two years. Next to the big bed, a boy, the second eldest son, Maciej, was sitting at a desk. He had a pen in his hand, and sheets of paper lay before him, as if he were ready to write. Then the old soldier spoke to him in these words “Write, my son, the time has come...” after which he coughed and Maciej started taking notes of his words. Letter to Sophia Jazloviecki-Barclay: Letter to August Jazloviecki: Letter to Tylos II: Letter to Jindrich Jazloviecki: Letter to Sebastian Velho: Letter to Prince Lucien Ashford di Savoie: Letter to Princess Renata and Duke Remus: Letter to Ernst Barclay: Letter to Adalrich Barclay: Having finished, Borys looked straight ahead. Apart from him, there were other figures in the room, though not as articulate as his son. Ulrich rested his hand on the edge of the bed, beside him stood Jurgen in the black and white armour he had on the day of the infamous coup. Leaning against the wall stood Bruce and right next to him Genkai. Then Jurgen spoke to him in these words "Come on now, how much longer do we have to wait?" and then he smiled. A tear trickled down the cheek of old Borys, who replied "Just a moment longer friends". Then Maciej asked "Tato, who are you talking to?" clearly not seeing the ghosts. Borys did not answer the question, but requested something from his son "Blow out the candle and go. Sleep well son" The Margrave kissed the forehead of the young descendant, after which Maciej extinguished the candle and left the room. That is how, after many years of struggle, Borys Jazloviecki, Margrave, Lord Commander, father, friend, enemy, passed away on the same night. He died peacefully, in his own bed, from which he set out on his last journey… Borys Jazloviecki, Margrave of Lvinsk, Lord Commander of Savoy, Argent Knight, Patriarch of House Jazloviecki