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  1. 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!~~
  2. NATURE OF AQUILAE A study Found and reported by Helane Vuiller. I, Helane, have always been interested in flowers and herbs. From a young age I discovered them, and never lost my eyes on it. My friends will receive flowers from me quite often. What made me interested in nature the most? Good question! That must be Diddifunkle. I have never seen anything such as Diddifunkle before. My aunt, Johanne Vuiller taught me a lot of them, just as family. So, back to the study. As one could see there are a lot of naturistic spots around Aquilae. Aquilae is the home of my family, House of Vuiller. You could say it is a gift from nature. Some are friendly for your body while others might tear your body apart, rip it out of each other. So, as I said. . I am very interested in flowers - and herbs. Do not ever forget the herbs. My first exploration was around the age of 8. Paired with my apple juice I went out into nature. My parents thought that it was quite dangerous and sometimes it is. Especially when you run into Diddifunkle. I remember the moment that I first ran into it, it was such a strange occasion. It felt like the whole world was - floating! It’s strange since I am clearly not able to fly, duh. I am curious if the ducks in the Diddifunkle lake feel the same. Maybe my next study will be upon the lake and what the effects of the lake are. Well, enough for now. I hope that you will learn more of the nature around Aquilae. But do not hurt nature! You will be punished by mother nature, and that is what we do NOT want. Feel free to send a bird in my direction, if you want to know more and it is not in my studies. So send it to Aquilae or to me, Helane and then I will respond, most likely. I. FLOWERS Flowers are my personal favourite, you barely can go wrong with giving people flowers. Although you must look at what occasion the right one is. I enjoyed the first volume of this study. The study will barely be over, since nature is growing. Mother nature gifted us with these presents, we must give it all of our love. Give a sweet bouquet to your wifes and husbands (lords like flowers too, although they will not agree fast on this one). Kiclium A white flower, given to the people who are loved. They are found in groups. None of them bloom by itself. All together. They could be associated like family. IF you receive them it is a special gift. Some might say if you treat it the wrong way you will be cursed, but I am unsure if that is true. I am sure that I will always treat it right! Kiclium is found just outside of Aquilae, it is not hard to find. The flower is beautiful and will attract you towards it. They bloom in bushes, easy for you to take them, but be careful! The smell is fresh, just how you would imagine nature. The fresh nature. I would say that Kiclium is one of the most interesting flowers to study. In summer they bloom wide open and on colder days - as far as they are cold - they seem to close off. Close off to the world, how nice would that be? They can not just walk away if they have a situation that they dislike, so they close themselves off. Blue Tulips The Tulip of Aquila is a title within the Vuiller family only given to those who have shown their true colours, honour, and love, to House Vuiller. The colour is suiting, almost as if it looked like a blue sea. As some might know them as having the meaning ‘depressing’, it can have a calming meaning to it too. Some other meanings would be individual and uniqueness. The flowers are often made to dye clothing. Traditionally, members of the clan are given a medallion with a blue tulip on it, and blue tulips are placed upon the graves of the worthy who have passed. In spring it is the season of the Tulips in general, the sun feeds them in just the right way. When there is too much sun they will be dryer, and grow less good as they should. So be careful with the sun! Feel free to give them enough water, the blue tulips seem to be enjoying water as far as they could before drowning. Roklie This is a red flower, standing for power. A Roklie is independent and barely grows near any of the others from their kind. As far as shown they are not toxic to a body. The smell of an orange would come off it, but is not quite the same as an orange. They seduce someone into trying to take a - bite of it. But do not do it! How can a red flower smell like an orange? Do not ask me that question, because I have no idea. An orange is a citrus fruit, family of all of the citrusses. What I would guess is that the pollen of the orange trees flew over and mixed with the Roklie seeds, that is how it smells like oranges. Pink Peony Love! When you receive one all the person says is love. The colour is bright and sparkly, just like some people's personality. And yet we did not even talk about the smell of these flowers. The smell is sweet, maybe a little bit too sweet. These flowers are often given in wedding bouquets. They symbolise good luck and prosperity. I would say that these flowers are the most innocent of all around Aquilae. They are pretty and they are just pretty. No other story towards it. In summer they are blooming open, just like some of the other flowers. When you have other colours of Peonies around, you will have a colourful garden. A garden to be proud of, because colours are never bad. Although around Aquilae only the pink ones seem to bloom. It is pretty in comparison with the Blue Tulips, which are described in this study too. Azure Bluet Houstonia Caerulea is the technical name of this one, I know this since the libraries are full of it. Not only are libraries full of them, but also fields. Azure means bright blue, although they sometimes look white. These flowers are more likely to be wildflowers. Not normal ones, pretty ones - if I may say so. Some ladies like to put Azure Bluet in their hair, like a flower crown. If a lady wears a flower crown on summer eve, they feel like dancing, they say. II. HERBS Next topic and last one - right now - are the herbs that are found in and around Aquilae. Diddifunkle This one, this is quite the strange herb. When it was first discovered different people would start getting hallucinations no one knew what to do. What is real? None could tell! Diddifunkle looks quite sweet, a normal flower some would say. But be aware, once you go Diddifunkle, you will never go back! Diddifunkle can work addicting, which would probably mean that it is not good for you. Such an innocent flower can do so much. The ducks in Diddlefunkle lake react to it too. DO NOT, and I repeat - DO NOT put Diddifunkle in something that you drink - unless you want to enjoy the experience. Some of the builders of Aquilae drank the water, and they seemed to be having quite the fun. Diddlefunkle is not known to be given to people, it is not the ideal gift. Over the past few years I have been observing Diddifunkle and it just looks like the exact same herb grows every year. Mostly in the summer they grow. This herb adores the sun and stuff itself open in it. It does barely need water, since it can grow anywhere. Although it seems to be enjoying around Aquilae and if I recall it right on one other spot in Balian, where? Tenyade If you receive a Tenyade, I would run. Tenyade is known to be a gift of people that do not. . like you as much as you would hope. The colour of Tenyade is a dark green, it almost looks like some kind of moss. Tenyade stands for disliking. Disliking whatever you prefer not to have around in your life. Tenyade is almost dried out, it can be confused sometimes with a dry bush. It smells like rotten mint, not a pleasant smell - if I would say. The heavy sun of the south plants into the herb. I believe that all herbs are friendly, except this one. I am not scared of it - but I would also not want to be their friend. Mother nature brought this herb into the world for a reason. My guess is that the reason is that you do not have to tell someone that you dislike them. You can just give them Tenyade and it would be clear, easy right? Tenyade seems innocent, but as stated above, it is not!
  3. “With the Eagles' foresight, we reign victorious.” After the recent soiree during the Symposia Pragma upon the Aquilae lake, the Comital house of Vuiller has seen fit to announce the coming hunt of a certain feathery being upon the diddyfunkle laced lake; that of ducks. Whether it was due to the food provided during the celebrations being granted, the slippery beings coming out with the influx of people or otherwise, there is a bit too many upon our waters and they need culling so as to not endanger the rest of the lake life. Arms and ammunition will be provided, though it’s encouraged to bring your own for a contest of duck shooting! The weight of the quarry will be taken upon the end, seeing who is the ultimate hunter upon the lake - a prize provided in turn. The ducks caught will be prepared into a meal for those attending and the attendees will enjoy a feast of diddyfunkle duck, among other Aquilae delicacies upon the finishing of the hunt. [Thursday, Feb 23th, 5PM EST/10PM GMT] Signed, The Right Honourable, the Countess of Aquilae, Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller, Countess-Dowager of Renduzzo, Lady Procurator of Balian.
  4. The Comital House of Vuiller "With the Eagles foresight, we reign victorious." The Vuiller Household was founded towards the beginning of Arcas by who is now known as Saint Harald Vuiller. Through the many generations that have now come through, it has come to be that of the current head of household, Countess Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller of Aquilae. The first Countess of Aquilae, Johanne Vuiller. The family colors are that of blue and silver, and the families animal customarily a Silver Eagle. Family traditions find that when those of the Vuiller Household come of age, they are to be granted an Eagle to bond and hunt with. The blue tulip is the houses acclaimed flower, with its own tradition centered around those of the household who have shown their true colors, love and honor to house Vuiller. Traditionally, a medallion of blue tulips is placed upon the graves of those who have passed and were granted the title. [!] A detailed copy of the Vuiller family tree is here, alongside a comprehensive list of the currently living members of the Household. https://www.familyecho.com/?p=JB8I7&c=v547tnrxh0&f=799190991874943632 Countess Johanne Vuiller @tadabug2000 Lady Eirene Vuiller, Heiress to the County of Aquilae@Me_llamo... Lady Rosemary Vuiller, Countess-Dowager @SapphirePool Lady Liliyana Vuiller, Countess-Dowager @Raijen Stars Lord Ledicort Vuiller @HIGH_FIRE Lord Edvard Vuiller @Harald Lord Alf Vuiller @TheBigBubbles Lord Oliver Vuiller @ECS11 Lady Kaira Vuiller @Weebmaster36 Lord Maximin Vuiller @Datweirdguy Lady Helane Vuiller @Roza Lady Aurora Vuiller @chihutori Lady Ravn Vuiller @Truppler Lady Aurianne Vuiller @Moo_bot Lady Henriette Vuiller @Xx_Scarlet_xX Lord Drasus Vuiller @Harald Lady Celine Vuiller @Lokvank Lord Gabriel Vuiller @SharpString Lord Rickard Vuiller @Temporal Lord Duncan Vuiller @Kyrrn Notable Figures Saint Harald Vuiller The churches depiction of Saint Harald Vuiller. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/197356-the-life-of-saint-harald-vuiller/ Cardinal Johan Vuiller A depiction of Cardinal Johan Vuiller, haunted by the ghost of his father, Saint Harald Vuiller. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/206088-an-aged-mans-confessions/ Sir Rev Vuiller and Dame Diana Vuiller A depiction of Sir Rev Vuiller and Dame Diana Vuiller. Sir Rev Vuiller was the first Baron and Viscount of Vuillermoz, he was the first generation of Vuillers as nobility within Oren. Alongside this, the first Count of Aquilae in Balian. Dame Diana Vuiller was the first Baroness-Consort and Viscountess-Consort of Vuillermoz, she taught the family what it was to be Nobles and that of etiquette. Alongside this, the first Countess-Consort of Aquilae. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/217180-aquila-volat-ultra/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/217192-the-death-of-the-last-true-d%E2%80%99azor/ Sir Duncan Vuiller A depiction of Sir Duncan Vuiller. A man of many means, he began what the Vuiller family dubbed the Sheeps War when Irehearts attacked his four and five year old sons, Johan and Lucien. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/218103-sir-duncan-the-hound-hoh/ Notable Relic(s) The Cross of Saint Harald Vuiller A cross made and blessed by Harald Vuiller when he was still alive, kept in the family for many generations. The Trident of Cardinal Johan Vuiller The trident is a family heirloom that had passed down for generations until going lost. Then found by Saint Harald under the first Vuillermoz keep when a cave collapsed showing a crypt of long dead Vuillers and the trident hanging upon a wall. The trident was the chosen weapon of the Vuiller house and tribe for hundreds of years. The Wedding Ring of Rosemary Vuiller The wedding ring of the Countess-Dowager of Vuiller, made special and passed down now for a few generations. The Saintly Lantern of Saint Harald Vuiller A lantern said to be used in the dark crevices of the Vuiller crypts, that Saint Harald himself had used. The Cane of Saint Harald Vuiller The cane of Saint Harald Vuiller has been passed down for ages, being used by the heads of house when they come upon older age. House History [History within Oren] https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/210814-the-vuiller-family/ [History within Haense] https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/218181-the-life-of-maela-vuiller-genealogy-records/ [The Brothers War] https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/211799-the-half-a-day-peace/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/211831-a-day-of-savegry/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/211899-a-guardian%E2%80%99s-viewpoint/ [History within Balian] After that of the Brothers War, the Grand Duchy of Balian was founded. The Vuillers found themselves making up a majority of the leadership, Sir Rev Vuiller as the Seneschal, Dame Diana Vuiller as the Censor, Johanne Vuiller as the treasurer and Ledicort Vuiller as the Magister. Thus, the first Royal Vuiller Chamber was had. All families began as Baronies, but the Vuillers had quickly risen to County, in an unprecedented dual promotion by John I, directly from Barony to County with the work they'd put into the new lands. Since then, Sir Rev Vuiller had heralded the construction of the city, having passed on upon its conclusion and a statue risen in his honor, his wife, Dame Diana Vuiller having followed shortly afterwards. Ledicort, the son of Rev, went on to become the Seneschal, now called Amiratus, making what is now the second Royal Vuiller Chamber. Ledicort had seen us through the Cloudbreaker siege, bringing together nearly the entirety of Almaris with his work. Since then, varying members of the family have taken up varying chamber chairs, roles within the government, military and palace and have sacrificed their lives for that of Balian. Signed, The Right Honourable, the Countess of Aquilae, Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller, Countess-Dowager of Renduzzo, Lady Procurator of Balian.
  5. “With the Eagles foresight, we reign victorious.” In the recent missive, ‘the Passing of Silver Eagles and the Gaining of New’, we detailed that of the death of the Count-Consort of Aquilae and its heir, alongside the consequent birth of a new heir. It has come to our attention that during the day of the siege against Cloudbreaker, when Lady Liliyana Vuiller had lay upon the birthing bed, the birth order had been switched. Entirely a mistake, we are assured, due to the roaming Undead and yet the Undead had been long in front of Balian itself at the time. This has come to light as the Lady Liliyana has moved forth out of her rooms after the grieving of her husband as a newly made widow and with this, we make two announcements. The first; The medic who had overseen the birth of the twins will be called in for questioning. Should they not show face within two Saints days, they will be brought in personally. And the second, Lord Edvard Baenyx Vuiller is not the firstborn of Lord Godric Ivan Vuiller, and therefore not the heir to the household. His twin and older sister, Lady Eirene Linh Vuiller is the heiress to the County of Aquilae, the Vuiller holdings and all that it entails. Let it be said, do not mess with the Eagle or you may find yourself far from your nest. Signed, The Right Honourable, the Countess of Aquilae, Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller, Countess-Dowager of Renduzzo, Lady Procurator of Balian. Her Ladyship, Liliyana Sonia Vuiller of Aquilae
  6. “With the Eagles' foresight, we reign victorious.” With the finishing touches being put upon the keep within Aquilae, the Vuiller Household has found their walls remarkably without paintings to liven up the halls of their keep. Keeping this in mind, with mention of the idea coming from Lady Kaira Vuiller, the Vuiller Household will be hosting an arts contest for those far and wide to attend should they wish. It goes such as this, for those interested: Upon arriving, you may set up the painting you had brought for everyone to view, the artist themselves standing next to where their art is. Everyone attending gets two votes, they can vote twice on one art piece if they wish or even vote for themselves. At the end, the votes will be tallied, the winner receiving the same amount of minas pertaining to how many votes they had, in this instance, should they have twelve votes they’d garner one hundred and twenty minas. Alongside this, the peoples favorite and families favorite both will have their respective art made into map art, one for them to keep and another to decorate the Aquilae keeps halls. All may simply show up the day of, with art in hand for their chance at the prize! [Friday the 3rd, 7pm EST] Signed, The Right Honourable, the Countess of Aquilae, Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller, Countess-Dowager of Renduzzo, Lady Procurator of Balian. Her Ladyship, Kaira Vuiller of Aquilae
  7. “With the Eagles foresight, we reign victorious.” With great sadness, the Vuiller household announces the passing of their Patriarch, Count Drako Rickard Darkwood alongside the passing of their heir, Lord Godric Ivan Vuiller in the battle against Undead Cloudbreaker this last Saint’s Day. A time of mourning is called, as is for most of the Kingdom at the many lost in the battle for our nation and home. It is with this announcement, that another comes which would often bring great joy to the Household, though we find it only bittersweet in this time of mourning. Upon the same day as the fight for our beloved nation, Lord Godric Vuillers wife and now widow, Lady Liliyana Vuiller has given birth to a set of twins, healthy with a set of lungs that could blast out one's eardrums and a head full of hair upon downy heads. For what was once meant to be the grand-heir is now the heir, we announce the birth of; Lord Edvard Baenyx Vuiller, heir to the County of Aquilae And Lady Eirene Linh Vuiller The Household asks that prayers and well-wishes are given for the newly gained children of House Vuiller. “Finally, Horen and his tribe built homes of wood and cloth in the plains, and they built temples of stone, and had many children.” Line 13, the Scroll of Gospel. With this announcement, should any family or friends wish to pay their respects to the deceased, they may make their way to the chapel within Renduzzo and join those within. Letters are sent out to the family branches outside of Balian, ensuring all are fully informed. May GOD bless us. May Saint Harald Vuiller look upon his descendants with pride and tender care. And may Count Drako Darkwood and Lord Godric Vuiller find peace within the Seven Skies. Signed, The Right Honourable, the Countess of Aquilae, Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller, Countess-Dowager of Renduzzo, Lady Procurator of Balian. Her Ladyship, Liliyana Sonia Vuiller
  8. The Vuiller Surprise It comes with great surprise for the Vuiller Household to make this announcement, as the Comital couple has reached their fifties and their children now mostly in their twenties, it was thought they were to be done with their generation and have that of grandchildren to look forward to. Thus, they announce the existence of Lord Rickard Akan Vuiller, their youngest son now at the age of five. @Temporal His existence kept hidden as it was touch and go for the young boy, due to the nature of his birth, he wasn’t initially thought to survive his adolescence but the Vuiller Household is proud to announce that he has and will be joining his family and Balian as a whole. We thank GOD for the blessings offered for the Comital boy, allowing him to live on with his family and make his mark on society. 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
  9. Seeking Interior Designer[s] With the nearly finished construction of a keep upon Vuiller lands, the Household is seeking an interior designer to furnish the new lodgings in a way befitting of the family. A deal can be made as to payment and all materials will be provided by the Household. Should you have any interest, find the nearest Aviary and send a bird to Countess Johanne Vuiller within Balian to arrange a meeting. Preferences are had, which is to come with a portfolio of previous work to peruse to see if you fit the position. Signed, The Right Honourable, Countess of Aquilae, Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller, Countess-Consort of Renduzzo, Procurator of Balian
  10. The Contract of Eagle and Elm This agreement is dated the 3rd of Sun’s Smile, 39 B.A and made between the Vuiller Household and Kervallen Household, for the purpose of setting forth the exclusive terms and conditions by which the Kervallen Household desires to acquire the Vuiller Household services. In consideration of the mutual obligations specified in this Agreement, the parties, intending to be legally bound hereby, agree to the following: 1. Services. The Vuiller Household will provide guidance to the budding family within Balian, namely the Countess Johanne Vuiller herself and get them settled in a more proper fashion as listed during negotiations. (b) The exchange of personal tradition is made as agreed upon in negotiations, allowing an integration of culture between the two families. (c) A set of clothing from the Silken Lily tailory will be provided for the entirety of the Kervallen Household. 2. Consideration / Compensation: (a) In exchange for the full, prompt, and satisfactory performance of all Services to be rendered to the Kervallen Household, they shall provide the Vuiller Household compensation in one thousand [1000] minas for the clothing and services. (b) Alongside the delivery of three [3] enchanted rods after the defense against the Undead Dragon of Balians attack has come to a close. (c) The Vuiller Household is not entitled to receive any other compensation or any benefits from the Kervallen Household. Except as otherwise required by law, the Kervallen Household shall not withhold any sums or payments made to the Vuiller Household here. 3. Nondisclosure and Clauses: (a) The services provided, should payment not come in full and the Vuiller Household side of the contract is filled, renders the contract null and void and legal action able to be taken against the Kervallen Household to the full extent of the law. (b) The services provided, should they not come in the time agreed or be withheld after payment in full, renders the contract null and void and legal action able to be taken against the Vuiller Household to the full extent of the law. Signed, The Right Honourable, Countess of Aquilae, Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller, Countess-Consort of Renduzzo, Procurator of Balian The Honourable, Baron of Lalwën, Edvard Kervallen of Lurin, Palati Mage and Palati Alchemist of Balian
  11. 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
  12. The Life of Maela Vuiller Arcas, Haense Born to Darien Frostfire and Althea Frostfire --- Maela Frostfire, the one and only daughter of Darien and Althea Frostfire. Her father, a soldier within the BSK. Her mother, a baker. She grew up within the Kingdom of Haense, during a time of strife. Maela hadn’t known of any other family a majority of her life, the grandparents on both sides having long passed. No cousins, no siblings. Haense had a way of being cruel. She’d awaken within their small abode, tucked away in a corner. Her room, hidden from any inspectors. Maela would exit, stomping off snow as she’d grasp at her mothers hand, making way for the bakery. They’d bake, steam pouring out and warming the humble shop. She’d often been told to keep to herself growing up, and so when the baking finished, the reading began. Varying books of all sorts, sinking into whole new unknown worlds. There’d been times when she’d attempt to talk to another, only to be ignored. She’d only been a commoner, afterall. She’d make friends, those friendships lasting all of a few months before they were gone, slipping away like a snowflake on the wind. It’d been one of those days, she’d may have just hardly turned ten, maybe eleven. Her mittens rubbed together, in an attempt at generating warmth as she’d idle by the tavern, having finished her work alongside her mother for the day and her father still on his shift. Maelas breath frosted out in front of her, smoky as it filtered out, crystal blue eyes taking in the scenery. A young boy, his name lost to time, soon approached, speaking with her. A smile formed, talking easily with her fellow child and soon, he’d introduce her to his friend, Oskar Wick. Maela hadn’t met the young boy again but she’d become fast friends with Oskar. She’d awaken, bake with her mother and slip off to join him in fun escapades about the city, often bringing treats she’d slipped beneath her coat for them to enjoy together later on. Wet, squelching footsteps would sound within the sewers they’d all too often explore. The squeaking of rats as they’d duck into cracks and crevices along the ground, while others watched the duo with beady eyes, always, always watching. Oskar, donned in a fine yet worn coat would always protect Maela. They were like night and day, the two. The boy with dark hair and gray eyes, personality like midnight on a rainy day. The girl with pale hair and blue eyes, personality like sunshine bouncing off a window. Opposites and yet they’d gravitate towards one another. --- Time passed. The duo were thirteen and the Inferi war was taking place. Maelas father, Darien Frostfire, ever the loyal soldier had taken to the battlefield. Only to be felled. He died on the field, hit by a misshot arrow from his own side. It was never known who’d shot the arrow. Whether it be a mistake or purposeful. His body, brought home upon a board and a funeral soon hosted. Grief, it overtook the Frostfires. Now, only a widowed mother and a lost daughter. And yet, life did not let up. Darien Frostfire had secrets, a history unknown by his grieving family and so when the knock came, of Holy Knights at the door, shock came past the grief. They were there for Maela. Althea Frostfire, distraught, sent the Holy Knights away, for they were not to take her only daughter. But things only grew worse. With war, came a time of strife, of pain and wanting. --- A scholarly missive. The duo were now sixteen. Maela visited the home of Oskar Wick once more, with a freshly baked treat, steam wafting off of the dish and offering warmth in the frigid cold. She sat upon the chair, peering up at Oskar with the adoration she often did. Their childhood friendship turned to more as she found herself growing to love him, hoping that he may marry her someday. He took his hand in hers, taking her in with a look that said all was not well. He was scheduled to be executed the next day. His missive had gotten too much attention. Oskar, of course, was quick to assure her. This night, he’d fake his death but before that, he had a question: “Will vy marry me?” The answer was obvious, perhaps always obvious to those who’d seen the two together. “Da, always da.” And so a body, near unrecognizable, was found in his home that night, a note at its side. --- Maela played her part well. She grieved her friend, and unknown to those, fiancee. Clipped, dried flowers would be laid neatly at the entrance of the sewers. A shrine, in its own way. Family, it was something odd to her. Having always thought of herself alone, besides her late father, mother and now fiancee. But now, once more, those Holy Knights came back. A grand-uncle, heading the Holy Knights in the pilgrimage to come to new lands. The Inferi war had ended, and disaster struck again. Endless natural disasters, destroying her city and home. Holy Knights at her side, guarding her as she’s safely escorted to the City of Man. How many people must she have fed? Somehow in the chaos, her basket of goodies, meant to be brought to her fiancee wasn’t last. It went to the people, those starving as they awaited news of their homelands. And then they sailed on, to a new land, Almaris. --- A new home. It was odd, really. The buildings towered and the cold didn’t bite at her cheeks. Maela Frostfire and her fiance, Oskar Wick turned “Theodore Napier”, settled within the city of Providence. The first to marry within the church and certainly not the last, they stayed with a family friend as those got settled into their new homes. Maela, wishing to provide what she could, decorated the home. She’d bake and bake and bake, the ever-present scent of baked goods wafting through the kitchens and the hallways. Her now husband, he’d joined the ISA. Soon, waddling as she was with child, she’d bring him a lunch each day at work. A thermos of cocoa, to go with a slice of apple pie, freshly made whipped cream drizzled over the top and a second thermos of beef stew. Each meal, each dish, something different. Soon enough, he’d been elected Alderman and doing another line of work. Their first child was born, Darien Napier II, named after her late father. Their second came shortly after, Ophelia Napier II, named after Oskar Wicks twin. Maelas mother, Althea Frostfire, soon passed on. --- A time came, then. They could no longer hold the name of Napier, having outstayed their welcome with the trusted family friend. And, so with permission of their cousin branch as Oskar, ‘Theodore’ still kept his beating heart a secret, they took on Vuiller. Oskar, ‘Theodore’ passed one day when on the job and Maela followed shortly after. One might say it of a broken heart, as the woman withered away day by day after the loss of her beloved. --- In the name of genealogy, their current descendants, living or otherwise are as listed: Darien Jonathan Vuiller II Ophelia Althea Vuiller II Antonio Pepino, son of Ophelia and Guillame, her first husband Livia Joanna, son of Ophelia and Dmitri, her second husband
  13. A PRIVATE UNION In the year of our Lord, 5th of Sigismund’s End 28 B.A “With the eagles' foresight we reign victorious.” It pleases the County of Aquilae to announce the matrilineal union of Dona Ophelia Vuiller to Segnor Rodrik Zerionni The marriage took place within the Basilica La Sorella of Balian in a private ceremony for the families to attend and officiated by Father Theodosio. May the couple be blessed in their future endeavors and fly ever high. Signed, Her Excellency, the Matriarch of House Vuiller, Dona Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller, Countess of Aquilae, Viscountess-Consort of Renduzzo, Procurator of the Kingdom of Balian. His Excellency, the Patriarch of House Darkwood, Don Drako Darkwood, Count-Consort of Aquilae, Viscount of Renduzzo. Dona Ophelia Vuiller of the County of Aquilae, Private of the Company of Balian Don Rodrik Vuiller of the County of Aquilae
  14. A young Lady Laurelie Vuiller went out to walk her dog. Finally a day of peace, out with Buckles. Walking the roads with a smile. The small mixed and stout dog ran around her feet. She returned the estate. Buckles went to join the other dogs in the back. Home was meant to be safe. As she walked to the keep people were coming in and out. The girl of fifteen raised a brow as she entered. Civil War was all that was being talked about. The smile she once had was no more. The girl was used to death, after all, she was the one who found her father’s dead body. She grew up in war, helping her family wherever she could. She would often care for her ailing mother, who had just started to get better. Lady Katerina had entered their home, while the rest of her family went out to gather their things. Her cousin, Johanne, was going to bring the dogs along for a short while, to keep them safe. Soon, little Laureli was alone, with Lady Katerina, the doors barricaded. Men could be heard dismounting their horses, and fear quickly struck the poor girl. She saw them in the windows, trying to find their way in, Laurelie quickly ducked behind the extra things they had to use to block all the doors and windows. Lady Kate near the door. "HAIL." A man said knocking on the gate that blocked the doors "The Crown wishes to speak" The sounds of another man gripping his gauntlet around the iron bars "We're only here to talk" "I am the kindest of my party" said the last man "You would be wise to speak to me instead of them, da?" The young Vuiller spoke "Get down" "What crown do you support" the questioned asked to everyone who entered the keep "It depends on which Crown you recognise" he answered "Stop talking and get down please" Lady Laurelie pleaded in a short whisper "what is your answer?" he spoke soon after "Stay close" Lady Kate spoke in the same hushed tones as they made their way to the roof. The dagger Laurelie’s mother gave to her clutched close to her chest. After some time had passed, Lady Kate went home. Her cousin, who was more like a sister, Lady Johanne Vuiller, had sent her a bird to come home, but she was already home. Their very tall friend Suika who was one year senior was now in the keep, as was her aunt Rosemary, and a musin had joined them. Down in the basement they talked about heading up the stairs so that Suika could read one of her favorite stories out loud. As they started to make their way up, shattering glass could be heard. Frightened, having not gotten the chance to tell the others what happened prior to that day, they ran back up the stairs to the roof. Letters were sent calling for help, one of the many cannons moved to the door. They had loaded it, ready to fire. “Stay back! We are women and children!” WACK! The musin’s head was caved in by a war hammer. Laurelie looked on in horror as Suika used her body as a shield for Laurelie. As the men came closer, weapons were already out. How? How did they get on the roof? “Well, well…Look what we have here boys?” the man said with a smirk. “THE VUILLERS ARE TRAITORS!” The young Vuiller knew that voice, it was one of the voices from before. Wait, Traitors? How they were traitors, they did nothing wrong. They had said nothing. If they were traitors there could have been a more peaceful way of doing things right? He boomed loudly. “No steps further, or off with your heads.” Heads, who’s heads. Her body grew cold. Our heads… She thought to herself. Johanne, scared at the men that approached threw a fire bomb at them. Tossing them back, just as the one in front of Laurelie and Suika was about to put his blade into Suika’s throat. The three men were sent flying, one nearly rolled off the roof, yet it wasn’t enough. Rosemary was hit with a crossbow, she ran over to Johanne “Don’t hurt the children!” Despite this, the letters sent proved fruitful, and people were on the way! However, up on the rooftop of the keep, Rosemary Vuiller turned, reaching for Johanne “Please, please not the children. I beg of you with every ounce of my being. Please don't kill my children.” Rosemary reached out for Laurelie to take her hand. Calling her daughter she knew what this meant and played along. Moving to grab her hand, holding onto Suika “SPARE THE CHILDREN!” the man ordered “TAKE ALL OF THEM PRISONER!” Rosemary was soon pulled away, beaten bloody for Johanne’s actions, to be made an example of. She was just trying to keep herself safe. Why were they doing this? We were scared, and frightened. One second it was death and then the next it was prisoner. “Close your eyes Llir, don’t watch this” she whispered to by Suika, still using herself as a shield, close to the cannon, they could do nothing. Voices, she heard voices. Were they saved? The men on the roof of Vuillermoz keep didn’t look happy. The men moved to climb down the walls. Grand aunt Primerose was there. Did she let the others onto the roof? Primrose and Johanne started to tend to Rosemary. Laurlie looked over the walls, a battle could be heard yet she couldn’t see anything. Sukia pulled her to the side “Let me out, my friends are here” After trying to set up another cannon she agreed. Moving down the hallways of the keep, Sukia saw her friend and jumped out of one of the broken windows. Laurelie, started to make her way back up, taking a wrong turn in all the confusion, she ended up a floor too low. Her brother’s window was broken. Careful of the glass, she went inside. One girl, two boys. Sleeping in their cribs, tear stained faces. After checking them, she ran back up to the roof and told her aunt and cousin who she found. As the fight went on, Rosemary went to go find her mother, as Laurlie picked up the musin’s body. They went back to her brother's room. With Johanne with the boys, she tucked the musin’s body into her coat. Laurelie, using her own cloak tied the little girl to her chest. The group passed the boys back and forth as they climbed out a broken window and onto the ground. Looking around, they soon ran to the crypts, careful to make sure no one saw. Laurlie cried over her father’s body. Begging for him to come back, begging Godan to let him come back and to keep them safe. As Johanne prayed to Godan, and Saint Harald. Hours passed. Before a call was heard. “JOHANNE?!?” Once it looked clear enough. Lauralie ran to the house, their home. Her home, covered in blood and dead bodies. She started to pray for those who lost their lives trying to keep her family safe. She moved to her room, the bottom of her dress caked in dirt and blood she started to pack up her very few possessions. Lady Laurelie Henrietta Vuiller didn’t pick a side. Lady Laurelie Henrietta Vuiller had yet to pick a side. Lady Laurelie Henrietta Vuiller had picked a side! “For the Eagles' foresight, we reign victorious.”
  15. The Half a Day Peace Lady Johanne Altsromeria Vuiller had been born into war. In all of her mere thirteen years of her life, it was all she has ever known. When the news came of the war ending, she hardly knew what to think. The girl was certainly brimming with excitement. She found the first family member she could, her Uncle Thomas Komnemos to share excitedly share the good news. "The war ended!" She'd whisper all too loudly behind him, before pausing, seemingly realizing something then. "What do I do now?" That was the question, wasn't it? What does she do now? As he turned to her, he explained in no uncertain words that she play, make merry and be a child. And so she did. She ran directly for her Grandmother Primroses house in search for her cousin Aldrych Gendik, the two soon making off for the nearby park to run about like loons, excitedly discuss future plans and have the best time of their life. Later that night, with hope held tight within her heart, she fell asleep with a dream of a better future. When she first awoke, she was none the wiser to the problems started within the Empire. She found her way into the capital, discussing with anyone who would listen about her plans for an upcoming dog show she'd been planning with her cousin Laurelie for what felt like eons. She'd make posters and hang them everywhere. She'd bathe and dress the dogs into their utmost best. And she'd get them the best homes available! With note, though, the square began to fill. More then she's seen all together at once, as armored groups piled in. Her words lowered into a whisper, asking her Uncle Jarad what might be happening. "The war is over, right?" She breathed out nervously as her heart dropped. His answer was a simple one. "Not the internal one." Unsure and terrified, she went and hid. She had no idea what was happening. She warned her cousin Aldrych and escaped to the keep of Vuillermoz, where she then birded her cousin Laurelie to come home, alongside her best friend, Suika. They could wait it out in what she thought was the safety of her home, see what is happening and wait for her Grandfather to awaken from his slumber. And so they would wait. A Musin soon joined them, playing games with the three girls as they heard nary a peep or sigh from anyone. And soon her mother, Rosemary Vuiller came just as their home was sieged. Lady Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller did not understand why they were under attack. She only just found out what was happening as those broke through their windows and accosted the home she very much loved. How she rushed up the stairs to the roof, dragging her cousin along as she burst out from the door, chest heaving in panic. Enemies. They are clearly enemies. Why else would they be here to hurt us? It went through her mind like wildfire and so as the meagre group of children and one adult pushed the cannon atop the roof towards the door, she steeled herself for a fight. Glass shattered and men filed in, a warhammer cracking down on the head of their new Musin friend. A blasting potion, gotten from her Uncle just Saints days prior after she'd been attacked shot forth in an feeble attempt to protect their home and livelihood. And yet, it wasn't enough. They were surrounded. An example made of her mother as she's beaten half to death. Help arrived soon after, the fight went on brutally into the night and as Laurelie and Johanne escaped, they found themselves within the Vuiller nursery. Three babies. Two children. The escape was narrow and yet they managed it. They ran as fast as they could, heading for the family crypts where they came to a kneel with a cry beside the crypt of the late Sir Duncan Vuiller, prayers spilling forth. Laurelie begging for her father to come back. Johanne praying to Godan, Saint Harald Vuiller or anyone who would listen. "Please, please, Godan, Saint Harald-" The babies are coddled within her jacket, body wracked with shivers. "Protect us, please. Please, please." And so the cried pleas continued as did the fight, until eventually, way into the night, the call of her mother came. "Johanne?" Lady Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller did not have a side. Lady Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller did not have a side. But now? She did. "For the Eagles foresight, we reign victorious." Those were the words she whispered that night her entire world was flipped upside down. Those are the words she lives by.
  16. To Serve an Eagle The raucous splat of rain pattered down upon the quiet town of Vuillermoz, a majority of its citizenry finding themselves within home and hearth for the night, the roaring heat of flames warming weary bones. Frail hands trembled as they’d pull a ratty shawl tighter about their form, cheeks flushed and keeping a close hand to the young boy of just eight at her side. Rain drenched the duo, the sky having darkening and having departed from their hailed carriage, they took in the city with both hope and trepidation yet. The soft squish of dirt turned mud beneath feet could be barely heard past the storming night, shoes relinquished to the boy at her side, head tucked firmly against his sister's waist. Not a peep of complaint left him, shivers wracking over his small body as they continued their journey. Could it be true? The thought is fleeting and brief, even as they closed in on their goal they set out for. Spine straightening to that of steel, a firm knock sounded at the front door of the Vuillermoz keep, taking the respite from the rain from the minute overhang as they’d wait for an answer. Moments pass. Another knock. And the door opens. They’re met with discerning blue eyes. --- The heady heat of the fireplace is like a balm to one such Caroline Isaac soul after her harrowing journey. Her very being seemed to warm, the flames lighting her cheeks aglow. Paintings decorated the walls of the stone keep, well-loved and well-lived in and tea is soon provided, palms curling over the fine porcelain with a little sigh. Never had she expected such hospitality. Perhaps, then, it could be true. Conversations undertook and soon laughter filled the front room, followed by a series of questions with hopeful intent. An offer made and an offer accepted. --- The laughter turned serious and never had she expected such wisdom and respect. She is merely a commoner. And yet, as she fell to a kneeling position, dark gaze meeting to meet with that of a light one, she felt right at home. If they were true, intended to keep their word, her brother would have a fine education. A home. She made an oath then and there, anything in the excitement of the moment to grasp onto this chance firmly and not let go. “I, Caroline Isaac, do hereby swear To serve the Vuillers and their progeny To the utmost of my ability. Whether in rain or shine, Dirt or dust, I shall serve to my dying breath. And so be it for my to have sons, daughters, So shall they, too. For to serve an Eagle, Is to take flight to new heights.” As Caroline Isaac rose forth to her feet, she felt something settle over her. Assurance and peace. For, she has arrived at what she shall call home.
  17. With the construction of the Vuillermoz library soon to come to fruition, we find that a need for expanding upon the books already in storage has come to a head. With this in mind, a competition has blossomed for the denizens of Vuillermoz and those of the Holy Orenian Empire alike. Donate books to feed the minds of generations old, current and new. Deliver that of bookshelves to stack along the newly made brick walls. And should you win, you would have the honor of naming the new library, within reason, you know who you are, alongside that of any available copies of books within the library. For those wishing to enter, go to the nation of Oren and take the wagon to Redenford and from there, a wagon would take you directly to that of Vuillermoz. Go directly down the road and to the left of the keep and the right of the tavern, the brick building rested upon a new foundation. May this library contribute something great and may you win.
  18. A Dark Knight falls -=Sir Duncan Vuiller lying dead near his own knight tower=- Even from his childhood, it was evident to Duncan that life was going to be something he would have to fight against. His family was a very aggressive Gorundyr one and he was raised as such. However, once upon breaking the lines of combat to save a friend he endangered the victory for his people, which led to a severe beating from his family. This was when he received his large facial burn scars, making him almost instantly recognisable. Knowing that he could not take living in such a condition any longer, he made his way down to Old Providence, with nothing but 20 mina, the clothes on his back and hope that his life may be turned around. And it was, upon his arrival to the city, a High Elf by the name of Minuvas greeted him with a smile, welcoming him to Oren with open arms and kindness unlike anything he had seen before. The Mali’Aheral helped him get set up in a small apartment and taught him about the city and offered him help finding a job should he need it. He soon met a man named Charles Walker, who invited him to join the Ministry of Justice, an offer he took up. Throughout the years Duncan would learn, fight, investigate and prosecute his way through the ranks of the MOJ, leading to him becoming a Supervising Solicitor in almost no time at all. With the help of one Sir James Madron he had fought many battles, surviving and learning true mastery of a blade. At the same time he met an elf called Celeste Valentine, with whom he spent many years in a relationship with, of course they had to hide it but he was very happy with her. Duncan would soon be greeted by two men, a Mali’Ker named Zirath and a human called Toni. They ended up inviting him to a brotherhood known as the Jaeger Brotherhood of Luciensberg. The training was integral in the development of Duncan’s fighting style and he grew to hold a lot of respect for both men as they taught him a wide array of techniques to help him fight. Together the group would work together to fight a variety of enemies, however when the Ratiki sieged Luciensberg, they and the people of Luciensberg found themselves defeated and displaced. On one of the MOJs many fights Duncan witnessed the passing of Ernest Colbert as he was shot with a boomsteel javelin fired from a specialised arbalest. A friend of his and someone he looked up to was gone within seconds, turned in mush. Duncan continued the fight until the retreat was called, but he was mentally scarred with the image of his superior dying. Mere days later he and Celeste were out when bandits approached, both drew their weapons and the fight ensued. Duncan managed to get out of it unscathed, but Celeste had been stabbed, and in his arms Duncan watched as she slowly passed away. Throughout the following years Duncan, while still at work and progressing through the ranks, became more and more saddened as many of his colleagues including Joseph Warwick, and George o’Rourke took their own lives. Mentally, Duncan was deteriorating very quickly, he was unable to surprise a burning rage and hatred at the world he was in. It was on a whim in yet another fit of rage, Duncan put on his armour and made his way to a small village in Norland to go confront his family. In only 1 hour Duncan killed the entire family, showing little to no emotion aside from pure hatred. From there on, despite still working as normal, treating everybody fine, it was evident to anyone that annoying Duncan would only result in him lashing out at them. Something had changed from the old Duncan, a man who was optimistic and hopeful. From there he worked up to the rank of IBI Director, sometimes disappearing to satiate the bloodlust that came with the anger that burned inside of him, but otherwise trying to keep down the hatred he held. As the years passed, it came to fruition that he was soon to be transferred into the Imperial State Army, as part of a shift of power, something that bothered him slightly as he had previously had negative interactions with those who were in the ISA. However, he was pleasantly surprised with the fact that everyone was rather pleasant, he trained and eventually joined the 4th Brigade, an honour he accepted with a smile on his face. An old friend of Duncan’s, Hans Braun spoke to him before Duncan was due to meet his friend Rev Vuiller, and made the decision to comment on his belief surrounding Duncan’s relationship with Celeste. The religious lecturing struck a nerve for him, anger began boiling as an argument would ensue with the both of them screaming before Rev and his sister Ravn approached. Duncan apologised and walked inside the tavern to talk with both Ravn and Rev. However, the entire time Duncan was planning how to deal with Hans. The next saint's day, Hans was found dead on the top of a hill, and his bloodied cross found on the doorstep of the Melphestaus manor. Eventually, Duncan grew to form a very close relationship with Ravn and after several years of courting, Duncan finally proposed with the approval of Cardinal Johan Vuiller, her father and also the closest thing Duncan had to a father figure. They got happily married and had 4 children and adopted another: Johan II, Lucien, Drasus, Laurelie and Nicole. As he would reach the rank of Leftenant, Duncan would finally calm down slightly, although still suffering from breaks in sanity and killing those who stood in his way. Life seemed peaceful and calm until he met Ragrin and Gorlim Ireheart, two men Duncan despised, criminals who had mutilated and killed all over Oren. One fateful day Duncan saw them outside Saint Harald’s Abbey and decided enough was enough and he would finally arrest them. Joined by many Holy Knights and his father in law, a fight took place, with the dwed narrowly escaping. From there began a very long lasting war of which Duncan saw a hell of a lot of bloodshed, himself causing a lot of it. As Duncan lay dying, he would sigh ever so slightly. He knew it was finally the end, however he debated whether him dying was a good thing or a bad thing for the world as a whole. He had done many good things, such as almost single handedly winning the Battle of New Esbec for the MOJ and the variety of criminals he had put away for their actions. He had helped a variety of people and contributed a lot to society. He was a father with 5 amazing children and a great wife, a friend to many and someone who could be trusted with a variety of tasks. However, could this truly make up for every bad thing he had done. He had killed his own friends, innocent people and even once a child. His psychosis was always progressing and it would only take his wife dying for him to completely snap. Maybe it was good that Duncan was dying, it meant several people would be safe, and that they would not be killed to satiate his bloodlust. As he would gently pass, the question remained unanswered, only whoever remained afterlife would be able to pass judgement on his case.
  19. Blinding white meets one's vision, perhaps that of the snow greeting those of Vuillermoz that morning, wind funneling in past the hills and mountains encompassing the sleepy town. Eagles, while often solitary animals, are aplenty, swooping down and about the skies as they take their morning flight, majestic wings spreading wide in a dazzling sight of delight for the young grand-Heiress. Citizens have just begun to wake up, the rays of the sun casting against the snow and reflecting off of it in a dance of its own. It’d still be early yet for the town, though the clashing of shields and blade could be heard from up the hill, the Order of the Silver Eagle in full training mode. This, of course, was why the Lady had awoken earlier than she’d usually might. She’d struggle with the mountain path winding up past the windmill, frost whipping against her face and turning her cheeks a rosey flush for her efforts. Though, through pure determination and will, she’d make her way to the top of that steep incline and take in the magnificence of the bastion. The tower loomed high, connected to a multitude of other buildings and was made entirely of stone, snow glinting off the roof in a variation as to the colors represented. Her trek was not made for this, though, and so her attention turned to that of those training. The young girl of nine breath hefted, catching in her throat as she’d tuck her furs close against her, warding off the chill even as her chest warmed with excitement and delight. Company Men. Oh, how the thought went through her mind like a wildfire! To see their blades clashing harshly against each other, shields bashing and the thundering sound of boots moving as they kept their movements constant. It was all so exciting for one such Johanne Vuiller. A company man is knocked off his feet, another swigs water from a canteen as sweat poured from the early morning workout. Her Uncle barked out words, undecipherable past the roaring wind and the Company Men gathered, falling into formation. The girl watched with bated breath as they went through varying forms, the early morning light soon turning to that of noon, the snow but a mere flurry and the training coming to an end. Johanne Alstromeria Vuiller knew without a doubt that when she took over as Viscountess, she’d offer only the best for her Company Men. Plans began immediately, perhaps that of blueprints as to what things would change and what she would keep as is. And thus the lily began its bloom.
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