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https://youtu.be/-OswuZgK5Zc Laurelie Henrietta Vuiller - de Pelear A girl born in Vuillermoz to partner Ravn and Sir Duncan Vuiller both of whom were in their late 40s, early 50s. Youngest of four children, the couple’s only daughter. She grew up during the War of the Wigs or as her family knew it, the Sheeps War. Started by her father after trying to protect two of his three boys. The first time she ever left her family’s home was strapped to her father’s chest during his guard shift. Many fights were had while she was with him, but no one touched her;rumor had it he even armed her with a small dagger to hold in case anyone ever got too close. She was told at a very early age to never leave the land she was born on unless she had someone with her, or she would be taken captive by demons and other monsters. She would make her way to Providence on day trips with her family at least once or twice a month.. However, she wished for more time in the city. At the age of seven, she would meet her closest friend and confidant Johanne Vuiller, the heir at the time to the family name. Now with Johanne, she would head into the city more often, stay out of the public eye. Avoiding most people whenever possible as she didn’t want to cause any issues for her family as they climbed the ranks in noble standing. While the war her father started raged on outside her family’s walls, she was oblivious to the losses on both sides and often prayed for their salvation, her father came home at the end of every battle. So that was good enough for her. At the age of twelve, she would find a lifelong companion, found in a broken flower pot. A mix of a Bull Terrier and Corgi mix who would go on by the name of Buckles. This is when Johanne with Laurelie as partners would go on to found Jowls and Buckles Pet Emporium. J & B Pet Emporium for short. However, it never got off the ground. At the age of thirteen, she was sitting in the town square of Providence, Johanne having left to get their mutual friend so they could all have tea. Only in her absence, to have a man put a knife to Laurelie’s neck and have her walk swiftly with him down to the warehouses. There, he would interrogate her about her family so he could ransom her, thankfully her lack of presence was noticed and Laurelie was quickly found. She, however, was left with a scar that covered most of her right shoulder which she got during her getaway. The man was dealt with, being killed on the spot. She was later used as a medical lesson for Johanne on how to stitch someone up. At the age of fourteen, she found the body of her father as it just started to rain. His body was still warm, yet he was lifeless, his throat ripped open. She would later find out that the brother she was closest to, Drasus, saw her crying over their father’s body yet ran away, rather than try to comfort her. In her father’s will she was given the sword he used in battle while she was strapped to his chest as a baby. Only a few days later, the war ended, she would talk with her mother, being gifted a dagger and a hair comb. Being told that big things come from small beginnings. To never forget; to stay humble. She would take those words to heart. Not even a Saint’s day later, the Brother’s war happened. This resulted in her home being raided by “the self-proclaimed King’s” men. This attack on their home resulted in many lives lost once aid came. Laurelie was trapped on the roof, only able to watch as the men laughed while they beat her Aunt Rosemary nearly to death. Having to listen to her Great Aunt Primrose try to bargain for Johanne’s life while trying to offer up Rosemary and Laurelie for collateral. Primrose’s words fell on deaf ears. Nearing the end of the fight, Laurelie and Johanne scaled down the wall with three infants, going into the Vuiller crypts where they both ended up praying and crying out to the dead, and God to save them. Laurelie was afraid to leave the fort that those still loyal to the last Orenian Emperor called home. The only time she left willingly was to go to the last Emperor’s wedding taking place at the Vuillermoz church. Even then, she was fearful as a dragon flew overhead, yet she tried to join in on the joy that everyone else had. At the age of fifteen, just before her life changed again she met a boy, the first person her age, his name was Julius. They only talked a few times but it was still nice to have a friend around her age. Even if it was for only a year. As their days in the fort grew closer to the end, they set off for their new home, only for it to be attacked. Their Emperor was taken captive on a day meant for peace, later being beheaded after a failed rescue mission. Laurelie was forced to be on the battlefield as a combat medic. The harsh reality of war, finally hitting her. With the help of her Aunt Rosemary, she was able to drag Julius off to safety, tending to his wounds. This would be the last time Laurelie ever saw him. Balian was founded around the time she turned sixteen, 12. B.A Laurelie H.Vuiller 12. B.A.The day of her 16th name day The first full day the city was built ,she would meet two more people who would play a big role in her life: A sixteen year old by the name of Thomas and a seventeen year old by the name of Constantine. She in all truth had taken a liking to Constantine, however the way her cousin Johanne looked at him she couldn’t help but feel guilty of her own feelings, burying them deep down inside. Meanwhile, Thomas had taken a liking to Laurelie. Laying claim to her hand, everyone within the city of Atrus thought them to be courting. No matter how many times she told them they were just friends. At least until her Uncle Rev gave his blessing. Thomas had given her a necklace, however this wasn’t just any necklace. It was one that was made by Constantice causing her feelings to become even more confusing. She loved Thomas as a friend. This is something she would wear until the day she died. Only taking it off to clean it. With options running low she felt she had to settle. At least Thomas cared for her, he also asked her any chance he could to court her. Her only condition is that Thomas had to ask her uncle. If he however couldn’t get a hold of him or get his blessing by the time they turned twenty five, they would get married without his blessing. Thomas agreed. When she was around the age of twenty one they got the blessing of her Uncle, however once Thomas got the blessing, she never saw or heard from him again. The first Symposia Pragma was to be held. Johanne convinced her to go as she had not heard from Thomas in four years. Laurelie agreed, and at the age of twenty five was given the title of the first and only Desert Rose. Yet it was never mentioned in the papers published about that day. It was there she would dance most the night away with Cesar I de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia. Once he left, she went to sit down. Speaking with Constantine, for the first time in their friendship, they were not interrupted by the children of Balian. The children often fought for his attention, as he took on a big brother role for all, if not most of them. Even if the conversation was short lived, Laurelie was still fighting with her feelings for him. Even though there was a failed courtship agreement with him and Johanne. He and her Uncle Rev never saw eye to eye on things. He offered her to drink, but due to never indulging herself, she declined. In her old age, she would regret it but move on as there isn’t anything you can do to change the past. The day came where the men had to follow the girls into the desert, called the Queen Bee’s chase. The men had to catch their ‘Queen to be’ as a hunting game, and come back with a meal. Laurelie had gotten lost only to find herself lost with Constantine. “Why are you in the season? I thought you belonged to Thomas.” “I haven’t heard from him in nearly four years, and even then. We never courted.” Constantine gave her a pained smile. They spoke a little more only for him to share that he planned to court Diane, another one of her cousins from the other side of her family. He even hunted for their food when they returned. Only for him to present the boar to Diane as soon as they walked in the gates. A letter was waiting for her, “Dear Laurelie, I’m sorry our first meeting was cut short. I’d love to get to know you more, and take a tour of the city.” signed Cesar the Viceroy. Johanne went on to marry Drako the head of house Darkwood, she would go on to see all the women younger than her get ready for their wedding. Meanwhile, she was once more stuck in limbo with a man she loved waiting for her Uncle's approval for courtship. She, however, didn't get married until the age of thirty one. Not only that, but she ended up being disowned by her uncle from the Vuiller name, having not “waited” long enough to later get his approval for marriage. Her wedding day was a disaster. The dress she planned on wearing didn’t fit right, the Priest didn’t show up on time. None of her friends or family showed up. Everyone she felt was only there for Cesar. Laurelie H.Vuiller and Buckles. Year 1884 one year after her wedding. Things however did get slightly better for her. She was gifted with a beautiful healthy baby boy. Cesar for the first two years was absent from their lives as he went on a journey. Only for their city to fall to ruin. She moved her family back to Balian for a time. She gave birth to her twins Sofia and Alejandro the day Balian hit twenty years standing strong. Cesar would always like to argue they were born in Hyspia, however they were born in the Balian clinic. Cesar for the children’s early life would be fussing over where to go, only to go to the great land of Hanseti-Ruska, asking for aid from King Karl III. Laurelie was very hesitant as they took the false king’s side so many years ago, trying to kill her at the age of fourteen. Their youngest child Veronica, was born in the Haense clinic. Laurelie, now nearing her forties. She got them set up with a nice house in the city while Cesar was off working on their soon to be forever home. The few times she was allowed to visit, she helped design the bull fighting pit. Trying to get more in touch with her husband’s heritage, as she still slowly learned the Hypian language. At the age of four, Alejandro lost his arm playing with a crocodile. If you asked Laurelie after the age of sixty what happened to him she would tell you he died that day, not going into further detail. One day in court Laurelie and Sofia overheard a man “the Hyspian’s are our friends,” he shared with his sons. This man was Felix Weiss. From then on a friendship was born. With Audo going on to marry Veronica once they were old enough, and having five children. She found herself in Balian with Veronica. Veronica was the only one of her children to meet her Great Uncle Rev before he died later that Saint’s day. Followed by her mother having a heart attack at that news. As Laurelie neared her mid fifties, the Inferi Siege took place, rushing to the city to make sure her children were safe. In the crypts of Hanseti-Ruska, she along with a few other women helped Princess-Royal Analiesa give birth to a sickly gray baby girl. As Felix Weiss came down into the crypts, a blood soaked knight in shining armor led them to safety as she carried the Princess-Royal. King Karl and his men were successful in the fight. However, Laurelie didn’t know if Cesar was alive or not until she returned home with their children, seeing him smoking in their room. She didn’t know whether to kiss him or strangle him. Once the twins were twelve, she allowed Sofia’s closest friend Amity to become a ward after her mother vanished. She later on came to deeply regret this as from then on Amity had Francisco wrapped around her pinky, she never got to speak with him again one on one after that. They later married, having six children. Five only making it past childhood. As the children grew older, Alejandro kept causing issues for the family. The straw that broke the camel’s back for his siblings is when he cheated on his fiance, which caused Cesar to have a heart attack after having already been attacked earlier in the Saints week. Cesar and Laurelie de Pelear S.A. 101 - Year 1898 At the ages of 47 Alejandro would later go onto murder Cesar, feigning ignorance as to what happened to his father. Laurelie would later discover her husband's body in the Church of Blessed Francisco headless, flayed, drained of blood, and with two of her grandchildren standing down the aisle. All of this having occurred just a few months before Veronica was meant to marry Audo in that same building. They only found out what Alejandro did after he went on to marry his husband. From then on, Laurelie didn’t care what happened to him. As far as she knew, she only had one son, and two daughters. Francisco took over fully as Viceroy of Hyspia, with Laurelie going on to take the tile of, “Her Royal Highness, Vicereine-Mother of Hyspia” From the day of her husband’s death Laurelie started to wear dark colors to signify she was always in mourning of him. Granted, he grew colder to her as everyone got older, but she still loved him. The mourning would then extend to her eldest grandchild, Esperanza, who she was the closest to. Sofia would go on to marry King Georg I of Hanseit-Ruska, having two lovely daughters. It was only for their wedding Laurelie put on light colors, coming out of mourning silks for a day before going back to her dark mourning silks. For those who knew Laurelie she was a kind woman who loved to paint and sew. Yet she held onto a family secret she took to the grave. Laurelie lived to be 88 years old before dying in her sleep at Weiss family keep, Staalgrav. She had gone in hopes of spending time with her grandchildren as a surprise the following day. She would be found by Veronica, who came to wake her up that morning. She leaves behind, Three children, Seventeen-Nineteen grandchildren, and four great grandchildren. At the age of 78, 484 E.S. The will of Laurelie de Pelear Letters attached to the will ~~OOC THOUGHTS!~~

A History of the House of Galbraith Penned By Ser Richard of Rivia and Ser Robin of Rippelberg The Legendary Founder Galbert the Boarkiller Pictured Above Since its founding by the legendary Galbert the Boarkiller members of House Galbraith have weaved themselves into the annals of history each with their own particular desire for renown, inheriting the cunning of the House founder himself. Galbert, a man of relatively average build, was able to earn his sobriquet through his triumph over the beastly wild boar by which he outwitted using skill and aforementioned cunning to defeat his foe. Evidence proving the existence of Galbert was only unearthed during the late Rivian era of Galbraith where the scholarly arts flourished in the regional Capital. Detailed historiography on the period is vague and difficult to interpret, however, as the Acre rebellion brought a swift end to the Rivian golden era soon after. Hence why the knowledge of the period between Galbert’s founding of the house and its later revival in the Petrine era of Oren is mostly unknown. The Petrine era of Oren saw a revival of House Galbraith, the migration from Kaedrin to the Capital, Helena, greatly improved the political power of the House as it operated in the epicentre of the realm. This era of House Galbraith is known as the Edwardian era as a result of the patriarch of the House at the time, Ser Edward Galbraith. The Edwardian era produced many diligent Galbraith politicians who had great soft power within the government of the time. Despite this, many contemporary historians regard this era as a neutered version of the Rivian potential. While certainly the House had soft power and influence it only had limited military connections and lacked a standing army and thus was unable to truly project its power. The Edwardian era is often compared to the current nature of the Lucian branch in Balian, where likewise many contemporary Rivian historians regard it as a neutered form of the House. Previous to the dispersion of the mainline House Galbraith, the debate over hard versus soft power was oft discussed and disputed by the hardline Rivian and Lucian factions of the House. The latter advocating for more focus on soft power whilst the former hard power. Contemporary Rivian historians tend to reach a consensus in agreement with the former although the degree to which hard power triumphs over soft is still debated to this day. “Ita feri ut se mori sentiat” -Viscount Philip Rupert Galbraith ‘Father of the Rivian People’ The Edwardian era came to an end with the Georgian split where Ser George Galbraith, an aspiring politician who to many outshined his ailing brother Edward, assumed leadership of the House. Ousting and denouncing Edward for his failings. Historians view the Georgian era of Galbraith as a continued upwards progression essential in eventually leading to the line of Robert achieving primacy. Ser George was gifted politically through his own diligence he achieved the position of Vice Chancellor of Oren. In this position he possessed immense power, the envy of many. Most of all the D’Azors, an ambitious family similar in many ways to Galbraith yet villainous and impure. After only a year in office Ser George perished, the young Galbraith fell victim to an arson of the House of Commons. Not long after this event Ledicourt D’Azor ascended to the position that Ser George once held. Contemporary Rivian historians do not consider this to be a coincidence. Leaving no heirs, the line of Willem Galbraith ascended to primacy. With his marriage to Elizabeth Winter he birthed one son, Robert Archibald Galbraith. Viscount Robert Galbraith and Viscount Nikolai Othaman in Haenseti Court Rivian Historians view the leadership of Robert Galbraith as a mixed one. His leadership led to the establishment of the Rivian Fatherland and through his marriages to a De Selm and later Princess Anne of Oren, Robert managed to socially elevate the House to a Viscounty. Restoring nobility to the House. Robert’s reign is however considered mixed in its results for House Galbraith as contemporary historians attribute most of the legwork to his son the father of the Rivian people, Lord Philip Rupert Galbraith. Despite founding the Rivian Watch little was developed until the reign of Viscount Philip and Duke Charles ‘the young boar’. Robert met his end to his grandson Viscount Nikolai Othaman who coldly betrayed the elderly Viscount of Rivia, an action which should only have been expected by nature of his Haenseti blood. For his crimes Nikolai was confined to the dungeons of Kaer Coch for the remainder of his miserable existence, at the mercy of the vengeful, now Viscount, Philip. It is not known to historians what took place deep in the rock of Rivia yet it can be certain that Viscount Philip executed his retribution. “Ignem odium nanis habeo” -Lord Commander Montgomery ‘Piss’ Potte ‘Gold Barber’ The reign of Philip showed the greatest elevation in station for the House of Galbraith. Under him the Rivian Watch flourished and reached an estimated size of 1500 men solely loyal to the Viscount himself. With this newfound power the Viscount first established strong ties to the monarchy through royal marriages and secondly eliminated the regional muttley Houses who contested his power, namely the Darkwoods. A move which was only further utilised by the bane of the Helvetii Duke Charles Antonius of Rivia. Viscount Philip was a master of balancing his soft and hard power, splitting his time between the courts of Providence and the courtyard of Kaer Coch. Philip played an instrumental role in both the Aster revolution and later the Brothers’ War. In the former the Viscount used his subterfuge skills to sneak into the Palace of Philip II, whilst disputed amongst scholars it is theorised that he was able to kill the Emperor thus allowing Philip III to assume power with haste. In the Brothers’ War the Viscount played a similar role, providing invaluable information to the Royalist cause which earned him the Vice-Chancellor position where he served for decades mostly operating in the shadows as his illness grew worse. It is rumoured that the Viscount was poisoned by the scornful Imperialists and thus grew ill to the point of having to feign retirement. The Rivian Watch in Preparation for a Purge of the Helvetii Duke Charles Antonius of Rivia earned many names throughout his reign. His enemies knew him as Duke Charles ‘the Bastard’ and his allies ‘the Young Boar’ but to the Rivians he was ‘Helveticus Maximus’. Rivian historians have poured over primary evidence to locate any crumb of disputed heritage and found no legitimate sources which would be of any use. Thus it can be concluded that the epithet ‘the Bastard’ is only of propagandistic fabrication and subsequently should be ignored by any well meaning historian. Under the reign of the young boar Rivia began its golden age where culture thrived amongst its solid redbrick fortifications. The Rivian Watch reached its peak of 2500 men, many of whom were from the fierce levy of House Potte known for their fighting ability and brutality. Thus the Duke projected his power as he duly was required. The muttley House of Helvets of Cathalon was the next target in the sights of the Rivians. The family was ailing as certain members began to be infested with Adunian blood, as a result the stoic Duke Charles soon rallied his men. Duke Charles’ claim to the Duchy was as good as any if not stronger for he did not possess the infection of Adunic heritage like many that claimed to be true Helvetii. Historians debate the means by which the Duke Charles went about his purge yet they do not contest the results. The seat of Kaer Blanche was left empty and bloodstained its inhabitants all but bones in the dungeons of fortress of Kaer Coch, meeting a similar fate to the Darkwood heathens under Philip, the once proud Helvetii soon crumbled under the steel boot of the Rivian Watch. It was only the folly of Duke Charles himself which brought about the end to his life. His ambitious attempt to kill the Baron of Acre soon failed as Acremen poured into the Rivian breach and ended the Duke’s life all but too early for the young boar. Scholars to this day debate the nature of what occurred during that fateful altercation yet seemingly we shall never know. “Marmoream se relinquere, quam latericiam accepisset.” - The Last Words of Duke Charles ‘Helveticus Maximus’ Following the death of the Duke the Rivian fortress was brought down, demolished by Barclays. Likely killing Viscount Nikolai in the rubble of riches and bones that was soon lost to time. The level of wealth that was possessed by Viscount Philip and Duke Charles is unknown yet tales of cursed vaults upheld by golden totems adorned with the histories of Galbraith attract many a treasure hunter and petty thief alike. It is yet to be seen what is next in the chapters of history for the House Galbraith however it can be certain that it shall be most eventful for the years to come, for the blood of Charles lives on in his sons Vibius and Edward.

[!] You find a strange letter in your aviary mailbox OREN IS BACK! Due to recent events, it is clear to us that the seat of Horen is in the wrong hands, thusly the Kingdom of Bywater is to act upon its hereditary claim to the title of Holy Orenian Empire, the Weefolk due to their longer lifespans are far closer descendants to the father of all mankind therefore we shall rule in his name. From this day onward we are hereby the Holy Orenian Empire, let any that challenge our claim do so infront of GOD in the field of battle. Ave Orenia, Ave Knox, Ave Bywater! ~Emperor Cyris the First, Legitimate Ruler of the Imperial-Halfling Empire

THE PROMISED OF MONTEROSA An Announcement of Betrothal 15th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 47 BA To the nobles and citizens of Balian, It is the great pleasure of His Royal Majesty, King Alexander I, to formally announce the betrothal of his firstborn child, Prince Hadrian Casimir, and his future bride, Princess Andromeda of Ba’as. This promised betrothal is the result of countless years conducting diplomacy with the distant principality following their sending of ‘The Saffar Letter’, an arrangement that ultimately seeks to join our two cultures together above all else. This future union is made all the better by the Princess’ conduct within the kingdom and city of Atrus, endearing herself to both the Crown Prince and the people these past years since her arrival. It is the wish of the young intended pair, however, to allow themselves time to bond and grow closer prior to their union. Thus, the Crown has given them permission to spend the next five years traveling the lands of Almaris and allowing Princess Andromeda the chance to learn about this continent that still remains foreign to her. It is their hope likewise to garner a more enlightened view of the world that might aid them in future, especially when it comes time for them to ascend to the throne as King and Queen-consort. Herein, let it be known that 52 BA shall mark the year of the Crown Prince’s nuptials, with a series of events preceding and succeeding the wedding ceremony itself. May Saint Lothar guide our Prince and his future bride. REJOICE, FOR HERE LIES OUR FUTURE! AVE BALIAN! HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Alexander I, by the Grace of GOD, King of Balian, Viscount of Eflen and Anatis, Baron of Brucca,Valens, Malenos and Ciavola, Lord of Atrus and Monterosa, Protector of the Heartlanders and the South, etcetera. HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Prince Hadrian Casimir, Prince of Monterosa & Duke of Abretta HER HIGHNESS, Princess Andromeda Ester of Ba’as

A series of pages are posted upon the taverns of Oren's capital of Vienne. A dwarf, clad in blue face paint and warm looking robes walked the land of the newer Harvest Confederacy, though rarely if ever spoke, and made strides to ensure that every tavern and meeting hall in the land was gifted a copy of the song. While the dwarf was younger, maybe a few years over 300, the papers he sported were signed by an Ajax 'Belka's Quill' Frostbeard, an ancient dwarf from the days of the Kaz'Ulrah revolution, and a known songwriter of the second age. anyone who would ask about the younger dwarf , would be told he is Bojakk, son of Ajax, and the courier of his songs and writings. He was tasked with delivering the many copies of the song to all the people's of the nation that was once called Oren. The reason for doing all this was rarely if ever given, and murmurs and rumors were circulating through town. Was it an appeasement to the Man-folk that the old dwarf sought? was it a random act of kindness? Was it an appreciation for the depth of culture and history of Oren? Bojakk never replied to the inquiry, and not long after finishing delivering the texts to the various large houses and inns of the and, he vanished back south to the mountains ,and to the holds of Urguan. [Credit to Asutto for the Artwork] Oren's Land

THE DEATH OF LADY DE ROCHEFORT The Fallen Minstral Written and disputed by Heloise of Artois Penned on the 19th of The Amber Cold, In the year of 1883 Lady of Hightower (1880) I write this while my soul prepares for the escape from my rotting flesh. I regret so many things but also I do not. I am proud to be of Artois. I am proud I was able to birth many children and see them be healthy. I am proud to have written a play, been a senator, and been a minstrel. I only have parting words for the ones whom I love. Which I shall begin. My sons, You make me as a mother proud to see you be strong and assisting your fool of a father in his endeavors. Even though I have not been a mother and been ill all these years, a curse which befalls all mothers of my bloodline, I am truly proud. I want to see you all grow and have beautiful wives of your own. To treat them with respect and your children with the love I could not. My daughter, Victorie, I miss you. Mi amour, I wish I could see you grow into the rose I had hoped. If only I had not vanished you would not have vanished from me. You are Julia in her wisdom, Milena the Red, in intelligence, and Maude of Copper Court in beauty. I only wish for you to be happy. Baron of Halcourt, Young lord, you have a legacy of princes to follow. Our name will only grow under your reign, you shall make your mother and forefathers proud. I remember our conversation, I want to say to treat her right. Treat your wife as a queen and respect her opinions. But do not let yourself be fully controlled by her, consorts in control only bring the worse. I have seen. Katerina de Sarkozy, My only friend. I miss you. I wish I could have been a better friend, I envy you for how your words are better than mine. Your words are like a gentle stream compared to my swan songs. I remember when we grew within Providence. I remember it all. The joy we had. Where did such joy go for me? I see you as a strong woman like your mother. Now strive and continue to tell the stories of old. The stories which were seen by you and I. Orenia and her people. Acre and his people. I wish to say goodbye. I wished to be a poet but I was nothing at all. No legacy to leave for myself but the ones whom I love or loved. Thank god I shall not see the outcome of this horrid war. I have seen too many wars in one life time, such a short life time. I only ask for the world to seek out the mistakes of the ones before and learn. So our children, great grandchildren and so on shall live in an Era of Peace. DIEU AVEC NOUS, The Lady de Rochefort Heloise of Artois

THE PITIFUL DISPUTE The Shotus Of Fools Written by Yves Michael of Aeldin Penned on the 28th of Malin’s Welcome, In the year of 1883 The Queen of Wonderland (1803) To my cousins and relatives to the North and South. I not only plead but demand you both stop this dispute. The Lady of the South should know to keep her mouth shut. She brings shame to our name and drags it through the dirt for exposing any showcase of hate or bitterness to another member, especially a former matriarch of the family. You not only bring shame to expose any showcase of weakness, but you also cause trouble and division within the Rosius Dynasty. I would have expected the Baroness of the South to act with more dignity and common sense before thinking to write anything of the sort Then to the Lady of the North, I scold you as well. Not for defending your own mother, the late Baroness Hera de Rosius. But for also bringing this dispute and scandal into the light of the public even more than our Cousin. Our dynasty was kept together and strong this long. For not who was more in the right, but knowing that working together will bring glory and honor. Valent, Otis, and Philip. Worked together to keep our dynasty strong and mighty, working hard not only to get their own recognition by being a holy knight or a political savvy statesman, but to allow their descendants to thrive under their fruits of labor. I know my words are harsh. But this action, this minor action to some. Is shameful and plainly idiotic. The anger which flowed through my veins when I saw these two articles, public articles, given by my poor elderly butler who was exposed to my ill behavior after seeing my reaction. I might as well have had a heart attack, as this just made my mind go into a state of fury, my brows furrowing as I scream and throw the articles into the flames in a fit of rage and anger. I only felt shame and sorrow after my outbursts of despair and wrath. As not only had I felt betrayed by seeing this but also injury for this showcase of weakness from both parties. Injured or not. I say this, stop this dispute immediately. Make amends publicly and never speak of this matter again or face the consequences of your actions. Do you wish for our family to be like the Rutherns? They literally were torn apart because of these types of actions. Do you wish for our family to be like the families divided in the War of Two Emperors? Cousin against Cousin, Mother against Daughter, and Father against Son? You two sicken me with these foolish games, actions which could have easily been thought over. But you let your own personal judgment dictate your actions, which historically never worked for any leader. Look at the entirety of Johannesburg. Destroyed because a mad Johannian Emperor would rather not let his brittle throne and deteriorating capital be taken over then to live and allow his legacy be remembered as just a failure, instead he is known as a mad, sinnful, and selfish Emperor. You both give me two choices, either hope you two amend for your mistakes and we all simply pass over this hiccup or I denounce you both and never speak with either branch of the family again. I am more convinced to do the second option but I am a merciful and kind relative who would rather see my family be more united than torn and broken. I hope the two of you sway me to pick the first option as I had only recently come to Alamaris and to settle within the Johannian Princes and Lords of the Horenic Dynasty within Sedan and do not wish to completely shut off my own blood from any forum of communication. DIEU AVEC NOUS, The Lord de Rosius Yves Michael of Aeldin

The following flyer would be posted throughout and around the city of Vienne. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gnGhy0iOhuCcfLbLewzXaBJhtcAdCHrtRAmS76l6C1Y/edit?usp=sharing (Couldn't get it to display in the post, sorry!)

Lost Elisanna Antoinette Keen 1860-1881 Elisanna was not a people person. Her parents ended things when she was a young child, dividing her family. As Elisanna got older, she came to the conclusion that she was never destined to be a Lady of House Keen. She then left on her own. She bought a boat ticket to an unknown location and never came back. Months into her journey, Elisanna's boat capsized in the middle of the sea, and she perished along with it. Her close companion lived and sent messages to her family before hitting the shore.

AN ILLUSTRATION OF A LOVER’S BOUT DURING THE TOURNEY OF FURNESTOCK 1882 To the loyal subjects of the Orenian Kingdom, though a time of peril scours the streets of Vienne, it is vital to assess the coming-of-age of the most prominent youth of Oren. As a society, we have been delegated with godsends to incorporate into the next era. A gilded epoch lies ahead for Oren, and we must construct our tomorrow by functioning assiduously and concentrating our vitalities on the youthful and the potential. Furthermore, the tradition of the decorous blossoming is earmarked for the Stassion Court’s aristocracy and those alike. As issued by the Reforms of Astercalia: To guarantee that participants are adequately prepared for this occurrence, the Astercalia Season will be proclaimed two years in advance to cater to seamstresses expecting to design appropriate attire. All eligible nobility will be automatically inscribed to the index of noble participations (called actors). Noble pedigree between the ages of fifteen and twenty-four will be ordered to participate. Once the directory of individuals is released, those unable to participate must send a direct missive to Her Royal Majesty. Whilst it is seen as a requirement to be of noble birth to debut, exceptions may be made towards those common-born; An Auspice, an official letter of patronage. To obtain such, one must contact an aristocratic household to request such. Each house is entitled to sponsor a total of two commoners whether it be male or female. Sponsorship must be submitted with a signature, direct letter, or exchange between the peer in question directly to Her Royal Majesty. The Stassion Court extends an official invitation to the following members of the nobility: Maude Fredericka Novellen, Princess Royal of Oren @Axelu Richard Helton Helvets, Duke of Cathalon @AndrewTech Mariana Antoinette d'Azor, Countess of Azor @Cepheid Sadie Cristonia O’Rourke, Countess of Halstaig @Moenah Charles Antonius Galbraith, Viscount of Rivia @Chronics Franz Arthur Sarkozic, Baron of Pompourelia @Matheaww Arnaud Godwin Halcourt, Heir to the Barony of Artois @KaiserJacobII Alexander Leopold Novellen-Aldersbeg, Heir to the Barony of Aldersberg @Balthasar Ludwig Johannes von Preussens @Dasdi Rosina Matilde Helvets @gohliad Mathilde Euphrosine Ashford de Falstaff @amyselia Mathilda Christina von Alstreim @valecu Wolfgang de Vilain @Greehn Elisabeth Amalie von Preussens @capiital Alexandrina Maya O'Rourke @Itz_Cookie Henrietta Wilhelmine von Preussens @sondher Everett Patrick O'Rourke @CanadaMatt Helton Frederick Helvets @Fishy Darius Olivier Halcourt @Nord Cassia Daphnia Erinsen @Melpomenne Wiktor Jazloviecki @PecenyRohlik Casimira Antonia Halcourt @niya Béatrice Cateline Halcourt @JaneJam Austina Prudence Novellen-Aldersberg @zuziee The Stassion Court has received Auspices of the following: Savannah Obedia sponsored by Solomon Obedia Makoto Iekami sponsored by Maciej Jazloviecki Juniper Rose sponsored by Lord Franz of Pompourelia Those commoners who have obtained auspices must write to Lady Elisabeth Amalie von Preussens (capital#3142) to be placed into the order. All those peers and event hosters who’d like to host an event within the Astercalia Tempore, granted it does not overlap another event, please contact the council of the Stassion Court. THE MONTH OF GODFREY’S TRIUMPH, 1882 (Friday, the 22nd of July) > The Queen’s Preliminary - Royal Parlor, Castle Stassion ((6PMEST)) The dress fitting and conversational between the debuters of the Kingdom’s first tempore. THE MONTH OF TOBIAS’S BOUNTY, 1882 (Saturday, the 23rd of July) This month has no planned events as of now. THE MONTH OF THE SUN’S SMILE, 1882 (Sunday, the 24th of July) > The Aisle Ceremony & Amadistus - Throne Hall, Castle Stassion ((4PMEST)) The walking of the debuters to receive their seeds of daisies or roses, an allegory for the path to adulthood. Followed by the opening dance. THE MONTH OF HARREN’S FOLLY, 1882 (Monday, the 25th of July) This month has no planned events as of now. THE MONTH OF SIGISMUND’S END, 1882 (Tuesday, the 26th of July) This month has no planned events as of now. THE MONTH OF HOREN’S CALLING, 1883 (Wednesday, the 27th of July) > The Sow - Gardens of Castle Stassion ((6PMEST)) Debuters plant their daisies and roses into the allotted space in the gardens, then relaxing with bird songs and walks along the lengths of nature. THE MONTH OF OWYN’S FLAME, 1883 (Thursday, the 28th of July) This month has no planned events as of now. THE MONTH OF GODFREY’S TRIUMPH, 1883 (Friday, the 29th of July) > The Tourney of Furnestock - Claudian Tourney Grounds ((5PMEST)) Ladies will deliver their flowers to their favored fighters and gentlemen to their ladies, then adjourning a tourney for the title ‘Champion of Furnestock’, who shall collect all the flowers into a bouquet to deliver to their respective relation. THE MONTH OF TOBIAS’S BOUNTY, 1883 (Saturday, the 30th of July) > The Hollow - Gardens of Castle Stassion ((6PMEST)) Debuters will sack their grown flowers into a bushel, mashing them into a powder and releasing the concoction into the lion’s den of the castle. Matches will be shared to the Queen, who will deliver her approval or disapproval and react accordingly. THE MONTH OF THE SUN’S SMILE, 1883 (Sunday, the 31st of July) > The Anastasian Finale - Stassion Ballroom ((5PMEST)) The maypole dance; matches made during the season will be announced publicly by the court yeller. Please refer to the Astercalia Reforms for greater detail on the festivities. SIGNED, HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Vivienne of Savoy, Queen consort of Oren, forever August, Queen consort of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duchess consort of Ves, Duchess consort of Vienne, Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Countess consort of Mardon, Baroness consort of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera Lady Elisabeth Amalie von Preussens, The Troubadour Lady Mathilde Ashford de Falstaff, Ward to the Queen

THE VICEROYS OFFICE In the Year of our Lord, 1879 CATALOGUE I. ON STRUCTURE II. ON OBLIGATIONS III. ON INDUCTION ON STRUCTURE The Lord Viceroy, or the Head of the Interior Office The Lord or Lady Viceroy, as appointed by the King himself, oversees both the Department of Stewards and the Department of Architects. Furthermore, they represent the interests of the office on the King’s Privy Council. The Lord Steward, or the Head of the Department of Stewards The Lord or Lady Steward, appointed by the Lord or Lady Viceroy, manages the clerical upkeep of the Orenian capital, Vienne. They are tasked with the inspection of all Vienne ledgers, the sale of properties within the city and if need be, the eviction of inactive tenants. The Stewards Capital Stewards or more simply referred to as just, Stewards manage the day to day transactions of property sales in Vienne. They are typically enrolled by the Lord Steward and assist them in their tasks. The Lord Architect, or the Head of the Department of Architects The Lord or Lady Architect, appointed by the Lord or Lady Viceroy, manages the various construction projects around the Kingdom. They work closely alongside the King and Viceroy as their tasks range from the removal of abandoned estates such as the Carrington Estate to the beautification of a region as recently seen with Lower Petra. The Architects Royal Architects or more simply referred to as just, Architects aid the Lord Architect in his numerous projects, and some more senior ones may even direct on their own. They are typically enrolled by Lord Architect. ON OBLIGATIONS The Interior Office The bureau oversees its lower branches, ensuring they are operating as presumed. Furthermore the collection of revenue from the city through purchases of homes and taxation and granting of projects to the Department of Architects, acting as official correspondence between the entire agency and the King. The handing of plots of land is reserved and determined by the Lord Viceroy with assent from the Crown. The Department of Stewards The subdivision oversees the management of properties in our capital, therefore their selling, taxation, eviction and any housing issues that may arise. The Department of Architects The subdivision oversees the various building projects and construction around the country, their tasks ranging from beautification of lands to drafting of blueprints and demolishing abandoned estates, yet not delimited to such. ON INDUCTION If one wishes to enroll in the Interior Office, and respectively one of the two branches they are to contact the respective Heads of said subdivisions and get in communication regarding employment. The Stewardry requires expertise in trade, business, persuasion, and knowing the bits of handling ledgers, on the other hand, the Department of Architects demands profound expertise in architecture, construction, and building. SIGNED, HER ROYAL EXCELLENCY, The Princess Victoria, Lady Viceroy, Countess of Carolustadt, Baroness Dowager of Rivia, Baroness Consort of Ames THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, Lady Mathilda Christina von Alstreim, Lady Steward THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, Franz Arthur Sarkozic, Baron of Pomporeulia, Lord Architect

Authored by Calahan Antonious O’Rourke and Alexander Wynsehn Published in 1877, Erin Hall, Halstaig The title of Count of Halstaig originates from the Sixth Empire under Peter II when he ennobled Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth as the first Count of Halstaig. However, Braehn’s title did not surpass his death as the infamous Coup of Adelburg restructured Orenian nobility and restricted Braehn from continuing to hold his title and all associated lands. The title was thus placed in absence. It was not until two centuries later that the title resurfaced. In 1781, Peter III bestowed the title of Count of Halstaig upon Oisin Seamus O’Rourke, a highly-regarded Adunian politician and commodore from Kaedrin. Upon assuming the comital title, he was given the formal name, John I by Imperial Administration, a tradition which all future title holders underwent upon assuming peerage. Braehn I of House Elendil (1629-1639) Braehn Eldenil An'Hiraeth @Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth Being entitled as the first Count of Halstaig by Peter II during the reign of the Sixth Empire, Braehn was responsible for the construction of much of the Imperial-Adunic culture still seen in the modern era. He placed a heavy emphasis on the importance of education as he was notorious for supporting the construction of several academic institutions in his first rendition of Halstaig on Axios. Brahen’s reign as Count did not last long as a decade after his ennoblement, the Coup of Aldersburg was launched which saw the subsequent removal of several Imperial Noble Titles - Braehn’s title included. John I of House O’Rourke (1781-1788) Oisin Seamus O’Rourke @Areon Oisin grew up in Brolwic, Aeldin. Upon news of his father's death in 1756, he and the rest of his family sailed back to Arcas. As the new Patriarch of House O’Rourke, he was to take care of his family, settling them down in The Commonwealth of Kaedrin. Once purchasing a house he began a printing press to further take care of the family, thus creating the O’Rourke Company. Whilst achieving noble status for the family, arguably his most notable achievement was founding the Imperial State Navy. Alongside George de Sarkozy, he constructed a base for the navy within Kaedrin, beginning a large-scale recruitment drive. After being denied the ability to blockade Sutican Ports and trade routes in the Sutican War due to the ocean froze over, he lived out his final years peacefully. His title passed onto his brother Patrick… Patrick I of House O’Rourke (1788-1791) Padraig Pious O’Rourke @Mandalore1 Padraig grew up in Aeldin alongside his family. He too sailed back to Arcas in 1756 when news of his father's death spread. As a famed politician of the Empire, after the Imperial Diet reform in 1764, he dived headfirst into his career, by joining the Josephite party. Having lived in Kaedrin for a decade and building his social standing, he decided to run for Lord Mayor of Owynsburg. After the hardships of a supposedly rigged election, he finally found himself in charge of the city. Reopening the mines, ceasing taxation, and reforming mayoral elections. With great success as the mayor, he was invited to be the Minister of Labor within Ves, allowing him to affect Vessian vassals on a large scale. The years of his life came to a near end after being promoted by the Archchancellor to the role of Secretary of the Interior. He left his title to his daughter Anastasia… Anastasia I of House O’Rourke (1791-1828) Anastasia Cassia O’Rourke @Asutto Also known as Azariah of Halstaig, the Countess was born in Owynsburg, Kaedrin. Her backstory being that of a vagrant and bandit, set straight by the Imperial State Army. Being forced to conscript after being captured, she spent her time reuniting with her family and studying the blade. She chose to then follow in her family's footsteps by running for Alderman of Helena. Later on she became a city clerk of Helena and continued to climb the ranks of the I.S.A despite having passed her required years of service. After Padraig’s untimely death, she took on the title of Countess as the eldest of her sonless father. Reaching the near peak of her military career during the Inferi War, she became a guardian of Orenian and Adunian people alike. After joining the legions of descendants in fleeing Arcas, she established a small town within the Daeperician Archipelago before continuing to Almaris to construct the famous Erin Hall with the aid of her grandfather. She went on to participate in many wars and events in Orenian history and achieved the rank of Lieutenant in the ISA to then retire. In 1828 she died in an assassination attempt, to which her body was never found. She bore the title(s): Dame, Anastasia Cassia of Halstaig, Countess of Halstaig, Magistrate of Providence, and Knight Commander of the Order of the Lion. Iduna I of House O’Rourke (1828-1849) Iduna Anne O’Rourke @Itz_Cookie The White Rose was born within the confines of Halstaig’s white marbled walls, where she was ordered to remain. Though that did not stop her, the future Countess, a free spirit in her younger days, spent her days wandering the realm. After a mortifying bandit encounter at a young age, she was placed under the care of a bodyguard, increasing the time she spent at Halstaig significantly. Taking an interest in the arts would later influence her career as an adult. After an arguably scandalous marriage, she began a new generation of O’Rourke’s with a Haenseti as her spouse. Whilst achievements were minor in her time, she procured the future of the family and spent her time working as the Mistress of the Arts and Culture in the Augustine Palace. An unfortunate death besieged her as she and the head maid of Halstaig attempted to leave on the sea for a brief trip to Aeldin. The ship sank at the cause of a corrupt pirate, and Iduna’s legacy was left to her eldest daughter Theodosia… Theodosia I of House O’Rourke (1849-1876) Theodosia Illaena O’Rourke @RaindropsKeepFalling Theodosia ‘The Black’ was a momentous figure in modern Oren, both the Empire and Kingdom. Her upbringing was relatively simplistic, surrounded by the tenets of Halstaig and her family. Influenced by a great lack of parental guidance, she brought herself to mature at a young age to then take on the Comital Title sooner than expected. Not more than a month after she had to face her first decision as Countess in the Aster Revolution… After pledging fealty to Philip Amadeus alongside an escort of O’Rourke bannermen, many reforms were to then come. The first reformation of many to influence the County was that of free companies, and after rigorous application, the Westguard was formed under her supervision. Meanwhile, her cousin and the Arentania Construction Corporation were hard at work designing and constructing the Fortress of the West, the new design of Erin Hall. Upon the perch of Erin Hall, the first and only Lady Vicar of Arentania was elected into this position, leaving her to reside over the noble families within the western region of the Empire. One of the Countess’ final reforms she had left in her legacy was the original draft of the Peerage Reforms, responsible for fixing the bloated population of peers. Theo had found the end of the road much too soon, just like those before her. Most were unsure of the origin of her death, although letters of her last will and testament were left behind to her children. Theodosia had left Calahan O’Rourke as her Regent in absence whilst her daughter Sadie Cristonia O’Rourke waits to take the title… Sadie I of House O’Rourke (1876-present) Sadie Cristonia O’Rourke @Moenah A flaxen-haired child of Rourke, Not known to say much, the road before her is not straight. To be raised by her family, there is not much else known…

The Rivian Roll Preamble The Heraldry and subsequent family in which their arms represent, which are detailed in this Roll do not possess any landed peerage and are simply gentle or even common in standing, with the exception of House Galbraith of course. This particular Roll of Arms details the collected arms and heraldry of the families currently residing within or nearby the Viscounty of Rivia. While it is of course not fully representative of every family within the Viscounty it details the more prominent and notable of the residential families. The House Of Galbraith The Lords of Rivia The House de Rochefort The Lords of Rochefort and Allies to the Lords of Rivia The House Of Potte Gentlemen and Bannermen to The Lords of Rivia The House Of Bracciano Common Men and Bannermen to The Lords of Rivia The House Of Gendik Common Men and Bannermen to The Lords of Rivia The House de Lusignan Common Men and Bannermen to The Lords of Rivia The Right Honourable, Philip Rupert Galbraith, Viscount of Rivia The Honourable, Charles Antonius Galbraith, Baron of Rivia Her Imperial Highness, Victoria Emma Augusta, Countess of Carolustadt, Baroness-dowager of Rivia

Stars with you. A poem for Astercalia To accompany you Under the starry night observing the stars change Along the sky at night T0 observe the color changes in the sky From dawn until dusk Watching every star fall and Making wishes among them I wish that you and I could stay here And lay on the plush grass by the river For the rest of our lives. If only you and I Had no responsibilities to be Somewhere else in a few hours. Oh my dear, When can we come together here beneath the stars. We can make wishes for them, you and I. I wish only you and I were left in the world, And that everything else could fade away. You and I Under the stars. Laying on the soft grass. Laughing about our past, about our future together. If we can make it. My love, under the stars is where You and i can be the one Until you and i can be united. Written by; Lady Katerina Angelika de Sarkozic

My initial love A poem for Astercalia I witnessed my parents' Ardent love as a child. And I believed I understood What true love was. They had a shared love. Wish I had had the same result But my, how I was mistaken. Only affection my parents expressed True lovers might hold it. When I was a child, my father would constantly make joy Of my mother's cooking or her thinning, graying hair. When she heard his jokes, my mother Would always get so upset. But now I realize it was out of love. I used to read books about love and how enchanted it was. It seemed magical for a very long time. But perhaps I haven't yet met my soulmate. Perhaps I haven't yet found the person who will be my initial love. Written by; Lady Katerina Angelika de Sarkozic

Lovers from foreign lands A poem for Astercalia We both. Ought not to desire one another. Our nations are at war. However, we were not For one another, our hearts ache. The distance between us is tremendous. But you see, my love, I've always loved you. Whenever I get your letters. My heartbeat flutters. All I want is for us to unite. The possibility of becoming what our hearts desire. Is it foolish of us to wait to be together? Our families and our nations are at war. We risk death. If the wrong person learns. But even then, my love, we would remain close in the afterlife. Will you wait for me, my love? Will you wait for the day when we can truly be lovers? On that day, we are no longer required to hide behind a pen and paper. Keep yourself hidden and safe until then, my love. For I am yours forever. Written by; Lady Katerina Angelika de Sarkozic

ROSE A poem for Astercalia Along the path, a rose is just sitting Eagerly awaiting selection by the ideal companion. That rose sits for days and days and months and months With the person it hopes To spend its final days with. Searching for the ideal companion. The ideal companion to call their own. They are hoping that person will elicit emotions from them that they Never anticipated feeling. Someone who was worth all the suffering. Yet at that precise moment, the rose was chosen. It is aware that they have found the right person. Someone who would be able to treat them with greater respect than the person Who came before them on the path Someone who is capable of admiring that rose before its final bloom. Someone who is aware that the rose was their flower. The ideal companion and the rose are both in their final bloom. Before they met, they each led different lives. However, the end. One and the same. The ideal companion: the rose. Lived a life they never imagined being able to. Written by; Lady Katerina Angelika de Sarkozic

Dawn of Love. In honor of John Aurelian Novellen-Huntshill 1844-1867 It all started on that cold winter day in New Providence when I first arrived. You, John Aurelian, were staring up at the Tuvmas tree. Your cold gray eyes locked onto my dark blue eyes as I entered the city. And we knew we were meant to be together from that point forward. On the bridge to the palace, our friendship began. You inquired as to why I wore a rose in my hair, and I simply replied, "I am the Sarkozy rose," to which you laughed it off. Then, right before Tuvmas ended, you and I climbed the Tuvmas tree. You knew I was afraid of heights, John Aurelian, but that didn't stop you from encouraging me. Within THE VISCOUNTY OF GREENLAND, we had our own treehouse and a small club after a few years. Oh, how simple those days were. If only we had known what was in store for us. You, on the other hand, John Aurelian, left. When we ended things, you said you didn't want anything to do with me, my heart broke... Oh, if we could just go back to our childhood and tell ourselves that everything would be fine. Years went by and you went to Haense and did things and I stayed back in Oren and lived my life. Becoming the court poet of Oren. One day you returned and we spoke about everything. And the spark we once had relit and we acted like children again. John Aurelian, you and I were lovers from the start. You finally asked me to marry you after what felt like years of me waiting. Those six months felt like a blink of the eye. Then one day.. One sad day I see your body being carried into the streets of New Providence. My uncle Edwin and King Frederick I was with your body. I was with child with our three little triplets. What a mess you've made of things, John Aurelian, but I wouldn't change a thing. In New Providence, we put your body to rest. Everyone showed up to show their support, but I felt completely alone. It was as if the best part of myself had vanished. But John Aurelian, I'm certain that I'll see you again. Until that time comes. I'll never forget our dawn of love. Written by; Lady Katerina Angelika de Sarkozic

VICTOIRE Written by Héloïse Thérèse de Rochefort nee Halocurt d’Artois Penned on the 17th of Snow’s Maiden, In the year of 1877 The Little Lady (1876) My bright little star Hair kissed by the embers of old Shining so brightly in my heart Laughing and smiling The frightful cold is no match As your heart is golden and pure My bright little star Soul kind and pious Many will tempt to tear you down But you shall withstand their venomous glares Victoire, thy brightest star Hair kissed by the sun above May you grow wise and beautiful May you strive and love The bitterness of winter is no challenge As thy golden heart is embraced by flames Follow the lord, follow the light My beautiful little star Stay kind and pious Let none ever dim your flames WITH LOVE, The Lady Rochefort Heloise of Artois

The Poems Of 1875 Lady Luciano (.1870) Poems written and composed by Heloise Therese de Rochefort nee d’Artois. 1875 The Lady Of The Lake Lies with lairs The lady of the lake Conspiring with sprites For her own delight She is swift and smooth With her deck of tales Be careful with her Keep your tongue sharp Be careful with her Keep your heart close As the lady of the lake Reveals no truth Dust Trust and dust Go hand and hand Dust is an annoyance Trust lacks Who can ever trust Whenever it is like dust Their timid Play Is no match for I As it is truth Truth in its fullest Trust and dust Go hand and hand Unhappy Unhappiness Such a bitter plague I look to the streets Seeing happiness Passion shown Loyalty expressed From my high tower I only feel doubt My light fades As his brightens I am simply Unhappy WITH LOVE, The Lady Rochefort Heloise of Artois

The Order of the Red Eagle acts as the main Knightly Order to the Kingdom of Oren and the Crownlands. Consisting of every Knight sanctioned by the King, the Order of the Red Eagle seeks to uphold the etiquette and prestige of the Knights within the realm as it honors tradition and strength above all else. It is required, by decree of his Royal Majesty, that all Knights seeking recognition within Orenia are to enlist within the Order of the Red Eagle. Despite mandatory service, however, the Order does not act as a levy force where other traditional knightly orders would. Rather, the Order serves as an overarching organization to produce accurate and updated Knightly census as well as to provide martial assistance to the fiefdoms and vassals of the Kingdom on a much more personally tailored level. As such, it has no uniform and enables Knights within the organization to enlist within other Knightly Circles or take up political positions within Royal territory. It is important to note that enlistment with other Knightly Circles is not mandatory, but is oftentimes discouraged should the Knight wish to rise above the degree of Knight Errant. As previously mentioned The Order has no required uniform, however Knights may wear a standardized set of platemail and the tabard of the order as provided by the Orders quartermaster. It is commonplace that knights wear their own personal suit of armor and tabard when engaging in knightly duties, and not wear the uniforms of any other garrison or organization. Squires are expected to wear whatever clothing is requested of them by the knight they serve, typically simple tunics staying in line with the color scheme of the knight's house. The Order does not forbid military service, so long as it is within the Kingdom of Oren. In fact, members of the Order, squires of age included, are encouraged to join the Petran Legion as at least a reservist. "I swear to be true to the King and the realm, stalwart and outspoken against any evils that threaten harm. I swear to work tirelessly to the betterment of the Kingdom and the Orenian people that comprise it. I swear also not to associate with traitors nor enemies of the state, and to always defend the honor of those I serve. This I swear upon my life by the Holy Scrolls. Ave Orenia." Knightly honors are not just rewards for great deeds but are also a titular recognition of one's outstanding discipline and character. All Knights are expected to adhere to the Code of Chivalry at all costs in every facet of their lives, both on and off the battlefield. Above all else a Knight must always remain loyal to those they serve and to the institution and camaraderie of the Order. To set aside personal desires of compelling obligations for that to which an Oath is pledged. A Knight must possess the aptitude for dignity in the face of adversity, to present oneself and by extension represent those they serve as well as the Order in the proper form. A Knight must strive to always do the right thing, to hold oneself accountable and to always act in good faith even when none are around to witness it. They must also abstain from dishonesty to the best of their ability. A Knight must be willing to extend goodwill and mercy to all, even an enemy. To never compromise the tenets of the Order nor one's principles. To accept any and all challenges or duels leveled against them by worthy foes. A Knight must always act courageously and seek to redirect harm away from the innocent. To overcome obstacles of fear, pain, or even death in the completion of their quest or lawful order. A Knight must always remain humble, to offer aid to those in need, and to seek to undo the suffering of others. They must also maintain an open mind and a free ear to challenging ideas. The tradition of errantry as a way of proving one’s abilities as a Knight is an aspect of chivalry that has been lost to history in many ways. Though informally conducted by various knights out of passion for the denizens of the Kingdom, the art of chivalric questing has gone neglected for many years. With the reintroduction of the Order of the Red Eagle it has been deemed necessary for knights to embark upon a period of errantry where the Knight Errant shall take upon quests in the service of the Kingdom in order to earn one’s Knightly epithet and place in the Order besides the King as a Knight Royal. A Knight Errant, in general, should not refuse any quest given to them during this time. It is customary for Knights to be awarded a Knightly Epithet based on what trait, value, or virtue they most exemplify by their time as a Knight Errant. These epithets are determined in conjunction with the completion of the Knightly Quest that they have taken on. Epithets are given to the Knight for life and no other living Knight may possess the same Epithet as another. An epithet may only be changed if the King deems a new characteristic worthy of the Knight that outshines the original epithet. A Knight stripped of their Knighthood immediately relinquishes their epithet to be bestowed upon someone actually worthy of the title. Once a Knight is recognized for their distinction and leal service to the Crown they may be given a serjeanty to govern over alongside their Spurs of Knighthood. The king alone decides whether a Knight is worthy of being given a Serjeanty. A serjeanty will often consist of a small estate with some farmland. Should the Knight be assigned to assist a lord, their serjeanty will be within or just outside of that lord's lands. Should the Knight be assigned duties within the Kings Court the serjeanty will be immediately outside of the city of Vienne. A knight must carry out the functions of their duty in order to maintain their serjeanty, otherwise they shall be honorably stripped of the privilege. The Knight Paramount alone shall be issued the honor of holding the Grand Serjeanty of Erneburgh in the Order’s name. A serjeanty is exempt from taxation by the crown, however a Knight is not exempt from taxes being levied on any other properties they may own nor is the serjeanty hereditary. Knights of the Order of the Red Eagle are expected to act respectfully and within the guidelines of the Order. However, from time to time, some Knights will choose to ignore such regulations put in place to keep them in the grace of GOD and his Kingdom. Misconduct is a bad omen to one’s peers and becomes a disastrous precedent when left unchecked. Hence, the implementation of Blackmarking. Knights of the Order of the Red Eagle who have been blackmarked have been found committing a grievance beyond repair in the eyes of the King and Knight Paramount, the latter of whom suggests the punishment. Blackmarked Knights are stripped of their regalia and forced to undertake a Quest of Restitution in the grace of the Kingdom. Such actions may only be undertaken ONCE in a lifetime, and the quest itself is decided upon by the King himself. Knights of the Order of the Red Eagle who have been blackmarked and completed their quest of restitution, only to be blackmarked once more, are to be forever stripped of their Knighthood, condemned, and banished from Royal service. Their name will be made public, and his presence in vassal states, while a stain on their good reputation, is only barely tolerable. If said grievances are terrible enough, the former Knight may be banished from the Kingdom entirely, or even executed at the King's discretion. ☩ A Knight of the Kingdom shall receive the privilege to don the title of Sir. ☩ A Knight of the Kingdom shall receive the privilege to display one’s own sigil. ☩ A Knight of the Kingdom shall receive the privilege to be armed amongst the King’s Court. ☩ A Knight of the Kingdom shall receive the privilege to govern lands in the name of the King. ☩ A Knight of the Kingdom shall receive the privilege to levy taxes upon their fiefdom. ☩ A Knight of the Kingdom shall receive the privilege of providing counsel to the the King. ☩ A Knight of the Kingdom shall receive the privilege of the right to trial by combat. ☩ A Knight of the Kingdom shall receive the privilege of being buried within the Arend Crypts. Often children of gentry and nobility, the squire ( or page if under the age of 14) serves as the right-hand of a Knight in order to learn the Knightly ways, typically starting their journey at the age of 14. Following their service as a Squire, which conclude after a minimum of 7 years and not before the age of 21, they will assume the rank of Knight Errant. Their time will primarily be spent learning about history, literature and the Code of Chivalry, but they will also learn the fundamentals of armed and unarmed combat. Older squires may even be given important tasks, typically of a scholarly nature, on behalf of their local liege or Knight Royal, ranging from delivering messages to keeping accurate documents or minutes of an important meeting. Should one not hail from noble lineage the acquisition of Knighthood remains plausible. It is the will of his Royal Majesty that the finest of Humanity are to be Knighted and serve the Kingdom, for oftentimes men of low birth showcase more prowess and devotion to mankind than that of gentry or lords. As such, should one be found worthy of Errantry, his Royal Majesty shall issue an Royal Writ, officiating the knighthood of a lowborn individual. While this Royal Writ does not automatically qualify an individual for peerage such as a Viscount or Duke, it does mean that any offspring of the Knight are of worthy blood and do not need to seek out such a writ should they follow in the footsteps of their forefathers. Knights Errant are those who have just gained the rank of Knight, tasked with having to prove themselves honorable in Quests or Battle as a means to earn the coveted Spurs of Knighthood, which would promote them to the Second Degree of Knighthood. Knights Errant are oftentimes inexperienced in combat, and thus their primary focus is to gain experience through action rather than study as a Squire would. Additionally, Knights Errant do not actively serve a lord, even when directly related, as they are preoccupied with achieving personal glory rather than hereditary tasks. Knights Errant are not only allowed, but are expected, to take on Squires that they themselves find, or are given to them by a higher ranking Knight. Knights Royal are those who have proven their chivalrous nature beyond a reasonable doubt, ready to serve the Kingdom in a more direct manner. Beyond their own Serjeanty, Knights Royal are often assigned to a swathe of land within the Kingdom, tasked with protecting it alongside the occupying Lord. This may take the form of leading the Lords levy, enforcing laws and punishing those who break them, and even slaying monsters and beasts that roam the land. Knights Royal are also expected to act as guards within the Royal Court, ensuring no harm comes to any in attendance, though most importantly the King. Finally, Knights Royal may be tasked to any navigational duty, such as Quartermaster, that the Knight Paramount sees fit. The Knights Commander are the upper echelon of all knights of the order. Hand picked by the Knight Paramount, or even the King, for showing extreme bravery, competence and devotion to the protection of the kingdom. They are in charge of anything and everything, their word being final within the order except when held up to that of the Knight Paramount or the King himself. The Knight Paramount is the head of the Order of the Red Eagle. They are tasked with ensuring all Knights under them are operating in a manner becoming of the order and the King. They assign Knights Royal to their cuties, ensure that Squires are receiving adequate training, and are the sole decision as to who is set to become a Knight Royal. Knight Paramount •Sir Aleksander Basrid Knights Commander •N/A Knights Royal •Sir Gustaf de Vilain •Sir Lucien Ashford de Savoie •Sir Edmond de Rouen •Sir Ezekiel Moores •Sir Louis Staunton •Dame Primrose Gendik Knights Errant •N/A Squires •Kendrick Nightingale •Otto von Manstein •George Obedia •Wolfgang de Vilain Kevin Iomharach GOD WITH US, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Frederick I, King of Oren, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Sunholdt, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Count of Mardon, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera ((Contact Sykotic#1867 to join or for more information.))

PICKING UP THE MARGRAVIAL SCEPTRE Penned and signed by Maciej Jazloviecki, in the Margraviate of Grodno on 19th of Grand Harvest 1875 Less than a decade ago, me, family and friends loyal to my name for generations, lived in our beloved Savoy. My father, our pride and leader, passed away unexpectedly. At that time already, the merciful God gave me the sceptre of power as Lord Regent of Lvinsk. I never hid my anger that while I was wasting the years of my youth, the rightful ruler, my elder brother Stanislaw was having fun somewhere away. It took him a year to return home, for a year our father's corpse had already decomposed, and it was only after that time that he dared to return. Disgraceful was the past of my brother, who wanted to call himself a "restorer". I faithfully followed his path, as it was destined for me by birthright. Once we have settled on our new land, given to us by our beloved King Frederick, I was chosen by Stanislaw to begin my term in the office as the venerable Komes. Less than a decade of slowly getting used to the new realities, and Stanislaw now lies dead. In the absence of any descendant from his blood I raise the sceptre and the Margrave's coronet in his stead. Knowing what was the life of my late brother, I additionally disinherit and exclude from the line of succession possible bastards of Stanislaw I Jazloviecki. I appoint my friend and faithful ally, Masashi Iekami, to take the place as my Komes. Let it be known that I am not my brother, nor my father - I will fear no evil and raise my sword against anyone who wishes to harm my family or the holy Canonist Church. Today marks the beginning of a new era for my House and the March. I will keep every one of my promises now and in the future, so help me God. REJOICE MOTHER LECHIA Signed, The Most Honourable, Maciej Jazloviecki, Margrave of Grodno, Hetman of the Eagle's Watch, Defender of Lechians

THE GREYCLOAKS GreyCloak Ranger passing through the lands of Providence PREAMBLE In the 63rd year of the second age in the town of Arichsdorf, Frederick Di Napoli would ride into town. With the recent troubles within Almaris and the ever-growing presence of war within the continent, he would choose to establish the first guildhall of the GreyCloaks in the town. His mentor and teacher had been Hider GreyCloak, a ranger from Norland who had taught him everything about being a man of the wilderness. Now with Frederick as the newfound Captain on the spearhead of the next ranger movements in the continent, the hope is to found and spread the word of the GreyCloaks to have uniformed guilds throughout Almaris, protecting the smaller settlements and frontiers of the continent, keeping balance and peace in the world. The GreyCloak are not strictly professional soldiers. They stand in no lines or guard no gates. Nor are they mere foragers, content to eat berries and drink spring water. For the ranger, all of life is a battle. Their fight does not begin at the bark of a general, or end with the war-horn’s howl. It began when Man first felt the bite of the cold in his chest, and the sting of heat scorching their brow. When they found themselves alone and lost in a dark world- but saw for the first time the stars charting a path to the light of victory. RANKS A veteran ranger with his Cloak and longsword The extravagance of a military guild’s long ladder of ranks seems rather out of place in the ranger’s world. Every ranger is expected to have the same base set of skills as any other. Naturally, some men take to certain tasks better than others, and if a mission calls for a particular man’s expertise, the Leader will designate them to lead it. But which skills will be most essential depends on the task at hand. The best man for one assignment may be the worst man for another. Thus, the rangers free themselves from the shackles of titular bureaucracy and can award commands based on merit and the demands of their current objectives. WILDERS Wilders are members of the guild, who haven’t officially started their training, they are either often people who Rangers assess if they are beneficial to the cause. They are often picked or selected from the applications sent to the guild. Wilders are often informally tested to not only prove their loyalty to their work but to also assess their moral obligations. APPRENTICE New recruits to the guild are known as Apprentices, signifying their status as travellers on a sacred quest. Every Apprentice undergoes rigorous mental and physical training beside a class of fellows. Together, they learn to live off the land, to track men and beasts by the prints they leave behind, to read the sky, and to master the ranger’s weapon of choice- the longbow and recurve bow. Upon the successful acceptance into the guild, Apprentices are then awarded a long Cloak, which they wear and maintain for the rest of their life. RANGER They are given the same responsibilities and privileges carried by all fully initiated members, who came before them. They shall uphold the duties of the guild and cause; the rangers are loyal to the cause of the guild and shall cherish the training that they will continue to strive to gain. These Rangers are provided with assignments that they shall either work alone or with a gathering of the guild, provided by their leader. A group of rangers working on an assignment in Ebonwoods CAPTAIN The Captain is the executive head of the Greycloaks. Their main responsibilities consist of overseeing Apprentice training, delegating rangers to apprentices, planning and directing response to assignments, and maintaining discipline across the guild. The Leader’s word is final but this veto power is rarely if ever exercised. Serving Captain: Frederick Di Napoli (Ze_claus) RECRUITMENT To join the Greycloak Rangers, either seek out the Ranger Captain found in Arichsdorf or fill out the application: (Please reply with this format below!) Minecraft Username: Full Roleplay Name | Alias: Discord: Timezone (Optional): Reason you would like to join:

THE RIVIAN REGENCY Rivia in Spring, (circa 1856), by an unknown artist. Having been sickly bedridden for half a decade, the Viscount of Rivia, Philip Rupert Galbraith, regrets to announce a state of regency over all Rivian domains. While the Viscount left a rightful heir in his grandson, Charles Antonius, his youthful age and inexperience have made it tedious for him to reign. It has thus been decided that his mother, the esteemed Countess of Carolustadt, shall act as his regent until he comes of age. While the Countess of Carolustadt acts as the Regent of Rivia, the Lord Commander of the Rivian Houseguard, Montgomery Potte has been tasked with presidening over the education of the young heir. Signed, The Right Honourable, Philip Rupert Galbraith, Viscount of Rivia, Baron of Rivia Her Imperial Highness, Victoria Emma Augusta, Countess of Carolustadt, Baroness-dowager of Rivia, Prefect-Castellen of Vienne

𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓'𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒆𝒍 Hola! It’s been a while but I am back with yet another skin auction! I know it's been a year since my previous one, but I'm back with another one. All the bids will be in USD, because I am need funding. I am moving into a new apartment so all this money will be going to that! All bids will be starting at 11$ USD copy and paste this for the bidding format. DISCORD NAME: SKIN IM BIDDING ON: MY BID Rules ☼ Make sure the person you're trying to outbid is aware! ☼ ALSO! No reposting on PMC, please! Just because you bought the clothing doesn't mean you get to claim credit for making it; I still did! ☼ please contact me via PM. My discord is doreebear#3218 if you have any questions. ☼ I have the right to refuse to sell a skin to anyone. If they are a notorious skin thief, splice-er, post without attribution, or simply a toxic and terrible person, I will refuse to give them my skins. My skins, I feel, should go to individuals who value my work, others, and myself as a person. ☼ Unless I give you permission, you may not resell or put my skins up for sale/auction somewhere else. Auction will close On Friday the 13th at 4pm CST MALE Gray Gothic Blue-Pilled All for One and One for All Always Pay Their Debts You Know Nothing The Mad Prince Prospero FEMALE Adventures and Furs I would always rather be happy than dignified. You Poor Wretched Souls Nordic Goddess I and my Annabel Lee She's From the North