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Bust portrait of young woman in profile -- Albert Sterner Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik It is with great pleasure that the Comital Household of Isaakev announces the hosting of a Hauchmetvas in honor of The thirdborn child of His Excellency ,The Lord Speaker and his wife, Klara; the Hauchmetvas of Lady Reza Daphnya Ludovar. The theme of the event shall be “Watercolor Daydream.”, and as such guests are encouraged to don pastels, or at the least wear airy or “whimsical” attire. Potential suitors may also make themselves known and introduce themselves to Lady Reza and her immediate family. Dog races shall be held, for a mina prize; as it will highlight the debutante’s familial connection to dogs, her own house taking credit for the creation of the Saint Otto’s Spaniel. Furthermore, a poetry competition shall also be held. Mina compensation shall also be offered for the winner, as chosen by the debutante. The themes found in these poems should be along similar lines as the theme for dress-attire. [Members of House Ludovar shall not be permitted t0 participate in the above due to conflicts of interest with the latter’s method of judging.] INVITATIONS Invitations are sent to the following: His Royal Majesty, King Aleksandr II of Haense Her Grace, Roslin Baruch, Duchess of Valwyck His Grace, Viktor var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus His Grace, Manfred Barclay, Duke of Reinmar The Right Honourable, Anabel Colborn, Countess of Malkovya The Honourable, Walter Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain Her Ladyship, Alyona Godunov, Baroness of Verskaya Her Ladyship, Katrin Stafyr, Baroness of Thurant His Lordship, Henrik Amador, Baron of Mondstadt Her Ladyship, Irena Kortrevich, Baroness of Koravia
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BIRDS OF A FEATHER FLOCK TOGETHER: THE UNION OF EAGLE AND CROW “With the eagles' foresight we reign victorious.” Cum Aquilis longe victores regnamus. “We come as Crows.” Venimus sicut cornices. It is with great joy that after much time planning, that Lord Godric Ivan Vuiller, heir to the County of Aquilae and his betrothed, Lady Liliyana Sonia Ludovar can formally announce the date of their union to one another. The duo will join together in matrimony, to be wed within the Le Sorella Basilica, bringing forth a new generation within Balians walls. “God, who created seven thousand kin of each of the Brothers; who gave the most Exalted Horen a Spouse as an example to all men and women, fill our household with Thy Charity, make us one flesh as Thou hast promised, and unite us one and all to Thy love. Amen.” The prayer of familial love, XVII within the Comprehensive book of prayers. Event Itinerary The Battle of the Crows Before the wedding is to begin, denizens will make their way down into the depths of the Kingdoms arena, the fight being hosted with the permission from Baron Gaius Ruthern. All are welcome to join the fight, hosted as a King of the Hill style match, where the last one standing wins a hefty coin purse. [Friday, Jan 6th, 5pm EST] The Eagles Count After the King of the Hill challenge concludes, those will be led back to the square of Atrus for fun and games. For those wishing to test their luck, a single jar of Eagles feathers will be presented. Each individual will be given one chance to guess how many are in the jar, the winners prize being that of a custom commissioned outfit by Countess Johanne Vuillers tailory, the Silken Lily. The Power of Two A challenge of strength will be taken, where those may swing a mallet down in an attempt at making the bells ring. The two individuals at the end, one man and one woman with the highest score prize is that of a drink made in their honor to be added to the Brown Bear Rests Tavern menu. The Wedding and Reception The awaited wedding will then take place within the Basilica, joining the two in matrimony. Upon the end, a reception will be held within the Brown Bear Rests tavern where varying tavern games will go underway and a special drink in honor of the couple is revealed to the masses. Formal Invitations are Sent to: His Holiness, Pontian IV Our Fair City, The Kingdom of Balian and its citizens Our Esteemed Allies, The Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska and its citizens Our Esteemed Allies, the Grand Kingdom of Urguan and its citizens Our Esteemed Allies, The Kingdom of Petra and its citizens Our Esteemed Allies, The Kingdom of Aaun and its citizens Our Esteemed Allies, the Kingdom of Norland and its citizens Our Esteemed Allies, the Principality of Sedan and its citizens Our Esteemed Allies, the Viceroyalty of Hyspia and its citizens His Imperial Highness, Alexander I, the King of Balian and his protege The Right Honorable, Count of Renduzzo, Drako Darkwood and his protege The Most Honorable, Viscount of Salia, Peter D’Arkent and his protege The Most Honorable, Viscount of Sapron, Franz Sarkozic and his protege The Honorable, Baron-Regent of Castlerona, Marcus Galbraith and his protege The Honorable, Baron of Marsana, Gaius Ruthern and his protege His Excellency, the Magister, Cesar Komnenos and his protege Sir Apollyon Marshall and his protege Mister Edvard Kervallen and his protege Miss Lucia Melphestaus Signed, The Right Honourable, Countess of Aquilae, Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller, Countess-Consort of Renduzzo, Procurator of Balian The Right Honourable, Count-Consort of Aquilae, Drako Rickard Darkwood, Count of Renduzzo The Right Honourable, Emma Henrietta Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, Lady of Ricksburg The Right Honourable, Samuel Kristian Ludovar, Count-Consort of Otistadt, Viscount-Consort of Sezwesk, Baron-Consort of Juliksburg, Lord of Ricksburg His Lordship, Godric Ivan Vuiller, heir to the County of Aquilae Her Ladyship, Liliyana Sonia Ludovar
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A self-depiction of one thirteen year old Marcella Georgina Ludovar drawing a bow in the Karosgrad square as she aimed for Wu Kiramira, the man who murdered her father. Lady Marcella Georgina Ludovar had been up late, certainly later than she often was. She walked along the steps of the palace, nose buried in a book like it so often is, this one titled, ‘On Slayersteel’. Even as groups gathered and spoke, friends laughed and played, she preferred that sereneness of getting lost in her book, in another world. So, as the groups departed with the calls to gather, she did not take notice at first. The young girl of thirteen simply continued on, flipping to the next page and marking it by earring the page, a horrible habit she has been meaning to drop. It was then that she took note of the sudden silence. Her gaze shot up, glancing around as the previous crowds had seemed to simply go. Relief first coursed through her, always the terribly shy individual before confusion. Where did they go? It wasn’t until a group of two, speaking quickly as they hurried past, that she realized what was happening. They caught her fathers murderer. Her heart dropped and throat caught, her book snapping shut as she rushed after them without another thought. --- Marcella entered the hall, having arrived late after some others and took a seat at the left within the stands. She took in the face of the man they claimed murdered her father. He looked so young. Could he really have done this? Her hands clasped in her lap, trembling as she watched the ongoing trial, attempting for the calm she practiced with Lord Hamish Kortrevich only a Saints day earlier. But she would find none. Wu Kiramira admitted to his crimes, unrepentant. He spat at the grieving daughter of Lord Pyotr Ludovar as she openly began to cry, unable to hold it together anymore. And the punishment was decreed; A Ludovar will execute him, as was only just. She’d been the only one awake, the only one there. The shy girl of thirteen, who stutters out an apology when someone else bumps into her, tasked with upholding the honor of her family and the justice of her father. Through stuttered words, worse than usual due to the circumstances, she requested to borrow a bow. An arrow, one made earlier in the day through a skill learned by a Firr Guile before he passed on is brought out. --- The crowd gathered within the square. Some shouting, others muttering in confusion having not been there for the trial, others wondering why a mere child is meant to shoot this man. Marcella approached, as Wu Kiramira was tied upon the dais, an archery target right behind his head as if an even more blaring signal was needed. The bow lifted, aurum arrow being swiftly inserted. It drew taut as she aimed. Hands trembled as she loosed the arrow, the knee being struck instead of the intended target of his gut. He cursed and shouted, egging her on, wanting her to finish the deed. Marcella Ludovar dropped the bow like a hot poker, shaking like a leaf. It was then he’d been untied and dragged to the Gorillas cage, the crowd following in their wake. --- A portrait not made public in her attempt at helping her grief, helping her to process what happened, of Gorillas within the cage, standing tall amongst a man so small. Marcella could hardly remember what happened afterwards, as it all felt like a feverish dream. The gorillas tore into the man. Children who watched on winced, cried or cheered. Her veiled head lowered, hands clasping before her waist as she’d flinch at each hit, momentarily wishing her hit landed true and that he died on that dais. The deed was done. The crowd dispersed and a pleading hand lifted to a friend, tearfully requesting to be brought home to her sleeping mother.
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A Fallen Sparrow and Whisper of the Wind. [!] Lady Analiesa and the cat she finally got, in an exaggerated portrait a few weeks before the death of the Lady. [!] A grand clock ticked in the distance of the room as the golden handle swayed from side to side, a small bird sat on the edge of windowsill seeming to be entirely normal with brown and blue feathers. Analiesa Ludovar had fallen into a spiral, her doors locked, the shelves dusted over, her clothes old, worn, she looked to be skin and bones. The lady had her hair tied in a tight bun as she stared at the painting just next to her bed. It depicted a younger version of Analiesa and her first husband Michael O’rourke. "Michael.." she whispered with a frown, wrinkles tending her lips and cheeks as her head tilted "Myrana, she's safe.. vyr.. vyr right, she's as beautiful as vy were.." a pained laugh left her in a dried tone seeming she was talking to the air. Fumbling with her boney fingers she pulled out a thin cigarette, a habit she’d picked up from her friend.. Seeming the closest thing she had to a friend Nikoletta, whether the princess knew it or not. Over the past ten years of Analiesa's life, she'd gone dormant. Hiding inside, seeming to grieve for something no one understood. Her four children and niece, we're growing up with mothers and fathers unbeknownst to her. Myrana, her eldest and only child with Michael.. She’d be in her midst of life. Cecilya and Johanna.. The two daughters she’d had with Josef, Johanna had a spark that bickerd often. Cecilya, was a blonde. Her favorite at that most days. Ilya, her youngest and last child and only son. A blonde and a boy.. He was the golden child of her life. Adalia the third, her niece adopted after her eldest sister passed away and left her an infant when Myrana was only a few months old. Why would she want to know of her failure? Her blonde hair had gone gray and her smile faded, as time passed with the click of the grand clock. Her late husband Josef.. a mere memory in her mind.. Regret shrouded her senses. In her youth she seemed only neglect her family the Ruthern’s now it had continued. “They will never know.. V’hat ea gave to ensure v’heir safety.” she hissed out, bitterness sinking her tone. She’d neglected her daughters.. her son. They all seemed to grow angst to her absence and to that, she simply ensured the locks on her door were fastened tighter Pulling herself up as she looked out the window again..this time to the bird "Mamej Rosey." her whisper echoed in the air as she turned to stare into the coldend gaze of an old ghost, having taken the form of a bird. The ghost’s figure shifted as the plasm only a ghost could grow formed into a young lady, with slicked back hair and a warm glow to her blue and transparent skin. "Analiesa, you should stop doing that.. or teach me how you learned it." the ghost let out with a warm chuckle "Yam going.. to die." she explained with a faint smirk, one the ghost and herself had not seen in awhile"Teach mea little girl's about mea.. ea.. didnt.. tell them.. about v'he green men, v'he conspiracy's, v'he murders.." she trailed off "Ea didnt tell v'hem about meaself at all.. Ea didnt raise v'hem even.. oh mamej ahm ea a horrid person?" she asked with a huff of dissatisfaction. Alethea, hovering beside her, lets out a sigh. “You have experienced far too much. Far too many things I wished you’d never experienced. I know how much your kids mean to you, and why you locked yourself up for the rest of your life after reaching your breaking point.” She says, holding her hand above Liesa’s own, almost hovering above due to her incorporeality. “Just as I appeared when you needed the help, someone will be there for your children. I can assure you, daughter.” “Well.. I didn't want half of v’hem.. But.. but Myrana was safe! Ea grew to love.. The rest as they got older. Its silly.. Ea gave Johanna to Sibylla and she’s already developed a liking to her.” she explained as if defending herself to a ghost was much help. Analiesa frowned deeply “Ea.. loved.. Love Michael.. Josef made a dobry cover for mea settling down.. I had a baby, nie more killing and trying to take down nations.. Nie more castles and wizards with pointy dagger ears.” Analiesa Ludovar flopped onto her bed with a huff. “Mamej, if ea died today, nie one would find out. Nie one would notice for years ea bet.” “You changed the hearts of many. Both to the living and to the dead. Many people will be affected by your death, and many will remember you. Even then, was the point to die famous?” Thea chuckles, staring out the window at the night sky. “You are my last daughter on this plane. It gives me peace to know that I can finally pass on without worrying about the safety of any of my children.” "So vy feel.. its time aswell da?" The lady asked with a soft tone a hint of fear in her voice "Maybe.. now vy can meet my mamej Adalia, and.. Mea sestra Adalia v’he second.. And perhaps ea can finally see him again." A few tears of the tired old lady trailed down her wrinkled cheek "Yes my dear, you and I have avoided death more times than I can count. It's quite exhausting really." The ghost chuckled before leaving the two in a dead silence "Saspiba mamej Rosey.. I think.. its time we rest." She whispered in a peaceful tone as she took to her bed ensuring her hair was perfectly combed and her nightgown without a wrinkle, for when you have a date with death you do try and look your best. Her soft voice filled the air for a final moment "Ea will see you again someday." —------- [!] —------ Not more than a day later it had been discovered by the hand maids in Otistadt that Lady Analiesa Vasile Ludovar had passed away, clutching both the two rings of her late husband's Whispers spread around that the lady had gone crazy and was talking to herself all night long. Perhaps that was the truth.. or.. maybe there was something more that would be lost in history. However it didn't matter anymore For, the beautiful blonde, and the whisper in the air. We're both no more. Ooc
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WHO’S THE LOVELIEST OF THEM ALL? A Beauty Contest Penned 4 1 4 E.S As is becoming traditional for the House of Ludovar, heated discussions have taken place within the Ludovar family apartments over whomst among the captivating young ladies of the Haeseni Courts is the loveliest and could be regarded as the most beautiful rose. As it happens, 15 years ago House Ludovar held their own beauty contest to answer this same question in relation to the previous generation of young ladies. THE COMPETITION Any person of Hanseti-Ruska, young or old, may take part as they wish. Ladies competing shall don their most beautiful gowns to present themselves to a trio of judges, while men shall don their finest outfits. All contestants shall strike 3 poses before the judges; Her Grace, Marie Lorraine Ruthern as a previous winner of the beauty contest (@sarahbarah), The Oracle of Krusev who came in third place (@Gusano), and lastly Her Royal Majesty, Koenas Emma Karenina (@livrose). The results shall be decided by the looks, dress and posing standard of contestants. THE NEW TRADITION It has been decided that with each new generation’s iteration of the Ludovar Beauty Contest, a new tradition shall be added to the roster of those already existing. With the generation of 400 E.S, the latest tradition shall be that all participants are required to wear a light pastel colour as the primary colour of their dress for the event. THE PRIZES The top three contestants as decided by the judges shall receive prizes. However, unlike the previous beauty contest that was held, the prizes on this occasion shall be monetary. The first place participant shall be awarded with 300 mina, the second place with 200, and the third with 100 mina respectively. Once the final places have been announced, winners should speak to Lord Johann Ludovar for the monetary rewards. SIGNED, His Excellency, Johann Frederick Ludovar, Baron of Otistadt, Lord of Kazstadt, High Justiciar of Hanseti-Ruska Her Ladyship, Adele Emma Ludovar
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LUDOVAR RESTORED Tov y Yermey, 386 ES Those around the keep of Otistadt and the Kingdom of Haense would receive a flurry of invitations, in the form of flyers, detailing a grand party in the noble Ludovar keep where everyone was invited. The contents would read as followed… “Tell all of the up and commence of House Ludovar, Some may have thought we were done but that is niet the case, we have been working hard over the last year for this day, and we would like to share it with you below are specific invites though all will be allowed within the keeps walls upon the day. “The celebration will be one regarding the Expansion of House Ludovar and the Return of Lord Roberts Brother, Lord Aleksey. Within such, we have founded many new enterprises and even a charity, this will be a catalyst for a new GOLDEN AGE for House Ludovar!” The flyer would go on, mentioning plentiful fine wine and food available to the guests, along with jovial music to dance to. Not only that, but a final duel would commence, crowning a Champion for the entertainment of the noble lords and ladies in attendance. In the name of charity - any and all spare drink and food will be donated to the poor and homeless of the city. Any charitable donation throughout the night would be appreciated, and invested in further upcoming plans of the organisation. At the base of the flyer, a list was attached, naming the current businesses falling under the Ludovar Company. The Royal Ludovar Company Ludovar Luxuries Ludovar Securities Safe Storage The Ludovar Foundation Invitations were sent, but not limited to: His Royal Majesty, Heinrik II Barbanov, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his pedigree @Rudi His Grace, Erich Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree @DeadGuyMatt His Grace, Ailred var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his pedigree @biggestdon His Grace, Ruslan Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his pedigree @Sarmadon The Honorable, Isaac Amador, Viscount of Aurveldt and his pedigree @Pureimp10 His Lordship, Yvo Mondblume, Baron of Richtenburg and his pedigree @Limo_man His Royal Highness, Franz Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his pedigree @Gusano His Lordship, Stefan Vyronov, Baron of Astfield and his pedigree @Wolfey34 The Honorable, Jan Kortrevich, County of Jerovitz and his pedigree @Luminaire His Serene Highness, Leopold de Joannes, Prince of Sedan and his noble pedigree @yopplwasupxxx SIGNED, His Lordship, Aleksey Ludovar, Founder of The Ludovar Foundation OOC- This Event will be held on Wednesday! the 18th of August at 4pm EST, Feel free to show up and Support your favourite Charity and enjoy the duel. All those who wish to Join the Duel Send me a message to win a purse of 100 mina and be crowned the Champion of Otistadt.
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A LUCKY RETURN Lord Aleksey Luka Ludovar Gronna and Droba 385 E.S. As Aleksey would arrive to the place in which he had called home, the landscape would be covered in a thick velvet black, with a glance to the sky the Man could determine that it was around 3 in the morning, as the stars passed over head, he was truthfully exhausted having left Haense in search of himself, he had found quite the adventure across Almaris. The time spent away had aged him not just physically but mentally, the 12 years spent away from his home, his family allowed him to mature greatly, his dark green eyes scanned the landscape as the frozen northern winds continued to whistle against his jacket, gently lapping against his exposed skin, causing his hair to stand on ends, the faint glow of the first gates of Haense coming into view, narrowly lit by the torches that laid within the wall braziers. He urged his steed onward towards the gates, noting quickly that the ground had gone from rough stone to more polished and worn cobble, within the space of a few steps a welcoming noise to his ears, as he approached the guards who stood ever vigilant he would slow himself down to a halt nodding to the men, he wondered what they must have thought seeing this random man in battered and ruined armor bearing no house colours and covered in dirt, though he himself too tired to care, his only distinguishing feature was the cape he wore, despite its tattered look it still beared a clear Ludovar House crest. “Name, Where you’re from, Allegiance, Purpose of visit” Was announced by a clearly tired guard, to which came a very grateful reply “Lord Aleksey Luka Ludovar, Kingdom of Haense, Aligned to the family Ludovar and my purpose of visit…” He thinks for a moment before creaking a light smile “Returning home” The guards upon the gate reared upon hearing the name, No one had seen the “Lucky” lord in over twelve years, so as responsible men they brought the torch closer to the mans face, reveal a much aged Aleksey, his patch on his arm confirming such “Welcome home Lord Ludovar” They smiled as he passed throughout the gate making his way towards the main street. A tear built within his eye as he looked over the City in which he had grown up, he was Home. After a long deepend sleep, The lord Ludovar awoke within the Tavern located in the center of Haense, he found fresh clothes laid upon his bed including a letter bearing the official house Ludovar symbol with a simple crack it read “Kazstadt” Upon reading it he knew what it meant, with a slight sigh and a quick wash he changed and set off toward his family Keep. “Father, Brother” He nodded to them both before glancing around the keep “It seems… quiet?” With no words of welcome the men of the House informed him of the recent event within Haense as well as the troubles that had occurred within Ludovar itself, Appears Aleksey has a lot of work to do….
