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[The National Dominion of Hungary]

The Kingdom of Lechya
Visegrad, Castle Rhamanda
HM King Jarosz III Zaslawski

The King had made his way through the halls ever since one of the servants appeared with the message that a member of the De Hauteville family sailed up to the Lechyan capital's bustling river port and had been making his way toward Castle Rhamanda. Jarosz entered the throne room, the silver throne shimmered ever so lightly in the warm light emitted from the large golden chandeliers and the stained glass windows. At the other end of the room, the ornate golden doors remained closed. the De Hauteville was probably still being led through the large castle that rose up above the city. The King waited, a guest from a royal house deserved to be recieved in the throne room, and of course to impress the visitor with the very air of opulence and power that the throne room and castle seemed to breathe with.

The heavy doors opened in to the throne room stepped a man in gaudy clothing. The senechal that stood by the door called out in an official tone. "His Lordship Mordred De Hauteville of Derius, cousin to His Majesty King Hippolyte of Derius has come too speak with His Majesty King Jarosz III of Lechya." The King's Own knights that stood guard in the great room slightly lowered their halberds in perfect synchronization over the carpet that laid on the way from the door and up toward the Silver Throne itself, forming an archway. As Mordred walked down toward the King, the knights retracted their polearms as he passed by. As the man arrived by the steps leading up to the throne, the King simply gave him a smile and curteous nod. "Welcome, Lord Mordred, to my realm and my home, I hope your journey has not been unpleasant."

The Kingdom of Lechya
Village of Parczew
Jacek Zalas

Complete pandemonium ensued when the militiamen returned and told their tale of over two dozen Norvangr sails making their way into the small bay, the village had some 600 inhabitants and a small wooden pallisade, enough to keep out most vicious beasts and bandits but it's pallisade and it's militia stood no chance against the Norvangr warriors who had surely come ashore by now, and so, the people were loading their belongings on carts pulled by plough-horses or oxen, it would be slow, they would hardly make it to the castle of Baron Kaminski a few hours away. But, at least, it came them a small hope of survival, after all, who wants to see himself die and his children taken away as slaves? The answer was none, and so the Parczewians continued their exodus as the village elder and sherrif tried to keep some measure of order and organization present.

Jacek was tasked with keeping any commotions between the panicked people from occuring, but his thoughts were fixed on the Zalas farm, which his older brother and brother's wive now managed, they had apple and pear orchards, they made cider. He had grown up in those orchards, and hoped by the Lady's grace that the raiders would not burn it to the ground, that they would not slaughter them all for the sake of their amusement. The thoughts chased eachother within his head as he watched over the exodus, straight-backed and hand on his arming sword to give off an air of confidence and authority, sending the signal that the situation was under controll.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Audry Tanners
City of Woodthorn

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"Fine by me." Audry shrugged as Akaro knocked on the door, firmly stating their intentions. The door swiftly flung open, revealing a man dressed in rags with a scruffy, brown beard, holding a crossbow aimed at the entrance. "Right," he spoke in a rather gruff voice, "not one of the locals I see." He lowered the crossbow, nodding, waving for Akaro and Audry to enter "That's good. Come inside." Audry looked towards Akaro. Well, what are you waiting for? She stepped inside. The man closed the door behind them as soon as everyone was inside, and pointed to a pair of chairs. "Go ahead and grab a seat if ye want, I know I will..." The man sat down, Audry following his lead. "So, yer here about the kidnappings? Right..." He shifted in the chair. "Well, ye see, roughly two months ago me wife disappeared. Vanished. Poof. And let me tell ya, our marriage was just fine! Thing is, this wasn't the only one... For the past three months, people've been disappearing. Me and some others want you to find out who's behind all of this, possibly find the people that were kidnapped. We'll pay you handsomely." Audry looked towards Akaro. "Well, what do you think..?"

[Imperialisium]

The Kingdom of Lechya
Near Village of Parczew
High King Ragnarr's Raiders

The Norvangr raiders, having seized the abandoned watchtower and doused its flames, proceeded onward, moving into the countryside. Moving through the land they were silent, knowing that speed and subterfuge would serve them best in these lands. Moving forth through the woods they spied the village. It's people were evacuating, good, less of a fight then thought Ragnarr. One of the chieftains to Ragnarr's right, Korvald Longarm, of the Mountain clans of the Balermoor was ready to charge down the hill. Putting out his right arm Ragnarr stopped him and spoke, "Korvald take several hundred warriors around the right flank. Lodi will go left, I will go up the center. Blare the horns."

At Ragnarr's behest several Norvangr put fierce horns hewed from goat horns or mammoth tusks and placed them upon their lips. The sound was deep, high, and resounded about the area. The Northmen began to move rapidly towards the village while the two pincers skirted around on their sides. Ragnarr's would use grapples to get over the palisade and open the nearest gate.

Truthfully Ragnarr and quite a few Chieftains had little interest in battling the villagers, or even killing them, they just wanted their loot and possibly to take thralls. There was a misconception about the Norvangr practice of thrall taking. It was commonly thought a thrall was a slave, it did not, for a thrall had certain unalienable rights and while technically property of someone else they were protected by the laws of Norvangr. One could not rape, kill, or inflict harm on another persons thrall; technically speaking thralls could not suffer such grievances unless they did something heinous first; and further a thrall must be cared for by their masters in exchange for their loyal servitude which usually ended in being freed and elevated to free-man/woman status. There were numerous other details and cultural aspects to account for, but that was all for another time.

Splitting the tall wild grass with his hide boots and wool trousers Ragnarr looked about as his raiders readied themselves. A few generations back the Norvangr literally burned and killed everything they didn't take with them, but since then they've refined this practice. After all, why kill everything when you can just raid them again next year?

[Der Kaiser Mikey III]

The Kingdom of Lechya
Visegrad, Castle Rhamanda
Lord Mordred De Hauteville

Nodding with approval as he passed by the Knights and their synchronized display, Mordred stopped before the King, bowed, then rose to meet the mans gaze. He couldn't have been much older or younger than himself, as Mordred was to be twenty two the coming Winter. At the King's welcoming, Mordred smiled, placing his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, your Majesty. I've sailed through your waters a few times, alas this is my first step onto Lechyan soil." Mordred pleasantly replied. "I regret to inform you of His Majesty Hippolyte's inability to accompany me on this visit. We were separated in a storm, however I assure you I am an adequate and affluently worthy spokesman for the esteemed house De Hauteville." Taking a moment to gather himself and slug down a large shot of brandy, he proceeded onward.

"House De Hauteville and in turn the Sovereign Kingdom of Capua and Lands of Derius therein wish to petition your Majesty to form an alliance between our two houses, the terms of which we wish to negotiate during this visit. Naturally, the alliance would include the expected martial, financial, and territorial securities as well as lay down procedures should amendments be deemed necessary.." Taking a breath and another shot, he continued. "..However I myself have a separate issue I wish to discuss, I was hoping you would join me for a few drinks. Though the splendors of Visegrad are indeed of legend, I must admit I am no stranger to splendor, and wish to rest after a long journey at sea. I have heard many good things regarding the cuisine of this fine city from my Captains."

[Albertasby]

The Island Matriarchy of Berk
Connaissance Palace, Aisably,
Royal Home of Lady Countess Adrianna Whispin

Adrianna spotted a rider out in the distance, racing towards her with an air of urgency and dread plastered across his face. His white destrier pounded against the floor, shooting grass and soil left and right as he bounded in a nervous hurry. "M'lady Countess. You are required at the harbour immediately." The rider said no more, merely turning his horse around and racing back the way he came. Glancing at her escort, Adrianna was puzzled and confused. Yet as she raised her attention towards the direction of the harbour, she could hear the roar of a ruckus and activity, much more than usual. Immediately, she hopped back up upon her horse and followed the rider as quickly as she could. Something was strange about this situation, and she had to ensure her people, her house and her title was protected.

The Island Matriarchy of Berk
Aisably Harbour, Aisably,
Capital City's Port

As she turned into the harbour she was greeted by thousands of different people, all shouting varying advice and commands. Her husband emerged out of the crowd, pulling her by the hand towards where her mother was stood. The grand Lady Duchess Aphelia dominated whatever area she stood in, boasting an aura and sense of might that was unrivalled in Arana. "My dear, how lovely of you to finally come to the harbour." There was the snipe her mother always seemed to have. Although she adored her mother, and admired her as a leader, she resented her know it all attitude. "Thank you for that mother. What is the situation?"
"An unknown ship, your highness." The sarcasm echoed in her voice. You chose to abdicate and give me the throne, she thought.
"Show me this ship"

The party headed up the harbour's hill, towards the watch tower. It was an ancient structure, built by the houses of old, yet still proved to be the best viewpoint of the coast. Upon the horizon lay a giant ship, clearly bearing the might and wonder of a royal flagship. "Its southern," Adrianna said. "You can tell by the way its crafted and the colour of the ship." Adrianna prided herself on her knowledge of the lands. Although she wasn't fully aware of the politics of varying nations, but she knew their resources and a lot of their histories. "Prepare a dock for them, I will greet the ship upon its arrival. Give the command and welcome the ship in."

[Augusticinia]

Great Council of Alsara

Erond III stood at the table of the Great Council. He watched as the High General and Council Members walked into the long discussion hall. Once everyone had sat down in the stone chairs Erond began to speak. "This is the last time Aemden will anger us! They have attacked our scouts and crossed our borders during the night. They have pirated our ships and killed our explorer Calidras Verionggen. We have also found that they celebrate the seperation and their lord has the audacity to hold a celebration for our defeats! High General Basalar I would like you to lead a strong army and make sure that Aemden learns their lesson." "Sir, we do not have enough men to defeat Aemden. We only have around 4,000 soldiers." "Then we must recruit. Pass an edict making 2 out of every 50 men join the Army. Of course we won't deny volunteers." "As you wish my lord. Do any of the council members disagree to this?" The council members all shared a unanimous approval of the Edict. The Aemden Edict was soon put into place. Many men volunteered to serve for Alsara. Erond III looked out of his palace window watching a group of conscripts training with swords. He smiled. Vas Strokai would once again become united and Erond III would be its King.

[Der Kaiser Mikey III]

The Island Matriarchy of Berk
Aisably Harbour, Aisably,
Capital City's Port

H.M. Hippolyte Anastasius De Hauteville looked on through a spyglass. He observed the neat line of ships all placed upon varying sizes of docks along the impressive piers. Finally, his eye moved to rest upon the man waving a banner, clearly a signal. As it was clearly a House sigil, it seemingly was a welcome, as there was no movement for ballistae or the dispatchment of warships. "Captain, we've been spotted and it seems welcomed. Set course into the harbor and prepare to dock."

"Aye, your Majesty." The Captain drunkenly slurred, sharply turning the wheel as sails unfurled, catching the strong breeze. The Captain was an older man who'd seen far too much and yet knew little of the world outside Derius. The excitement in the world was gone, replaced only by a cold sense of isolation and anxiety in regard to new things. Indeed a perfect balance for the ambitious King to bring along on such a journey. Taking a fine swig of whiskey, The Captain guided the large vessel into port, seemingly to the greeting of a vast crowd of peoples.

Dressed in his fine armor, and blue mink trimmed midnight velvet cloak he was a sight of regality and old world power, yet his youth and air were fresh and filled with fire. Moving gracefully and with purpose down the gangplank, flanked by his comrades and personal guard known as "The Blue Bloods", he was both well protected and well associated. The Blue Bloods were in turn a collection of Nobles Second Sons, Tourney Knights, and Bastards who bore the old blood yet had no occupation. Though a great honor, the Blue Bloods were a ruthless band and enforced the orders of House De Hauteville where other strings of authority would otherwise hesitantly venture. His personal retinue were mostly psychopaths, but they were loyal men, true and honest to their King and the old world they represented.

Striding to the front as the King stopped upon the foreign soil of Berk, Captain Plantagenet Sauntered forward. Raising his voice, and arm in a drunken, dramatic, half assed gesture, he removed his feathered hat and drawled. "His Majesty Hippolyte Anastasius of House De Hauteville, King of Sovereign Derria and Lord of the Port of Capua!"

[Augusticinia]

Battle of Dasaford

"Dasaford was a small town founded on the Balar River in Vas Strokai. It was mainly a farming town but it also served as a border town between Alsara and Aemden. The city was split with two seperate factions. One for Alsara and One for Aemden." -Description of the Northern Continents by Toulious of Lamere

The sky grew dark as the People's Army of Alsara marched across the plains and hills of Vas Strokai. Many of the men were conscripted by the Aemden Edict. Gray clouds sheilded the evening sun. The men were tired but their General, General Fios of Kaledore, made them continue. They wanted to reach the outpost of Ridaford but they would have to pass through Dasaford. General Fios casually directed his horse until a scout came running back. Fios said,"What is it?" "Dasaford is weak. We can easily capture the city." "Then let us march for war." The soldiers began to take out their weapons and move into formation. The berserkers moved to the front and the Pikemen moved to the back. As they moved close to the city they heard panic from the city and they heard the drums of Aemden. The loud bass drums beat to signal the Aemdenian Soldiers. Each army moved closer to eachother with every step.

General Fios yelled,"Kasto!" The People's Army charged. The berserkers ran head into the conflict. The cavalry, led by fios, flanked the Aemdenian Army at the left and right sides. Blood and death began to litter the streets of Dasaford. The two seperated factions of Dasaford began to join with their side as militia men. Rain began to pour as the fighting continued. Buildings were burned and torn by the fighting. Military order became broken by the chaos. Fios continued to fight valiantly. Slowly the stalemate turned into an Alsaran victory. As the soldiers of Aemden were pushed out the bell tower was rung and the flag of Alsara was raised.

[Albertasby]

The Island Matriarchy of Berk
Aisably Harbour, Aisably,
Capital City's Port

As the ship rolled into the harbour, the crowd all gathered at the along the shoreline to watch the magnificent ship in all its splendid glory. The scene was flowing with awe. Boasting a wondrous sight in itself, the harbour was known informally as 'the pearl of Berk', filled with ancient stone structures and ships from all walks of life. White and glimmering, the harbour was overflowing with arches and spires, creating an impressive backdrop or entrance onto the island and into its capital city. The scene itself was elevated by the soft hues of the sunset, emblazoning the sky and reflecting from the waters to create a sense of serenity and wonder.

The assembled Whispin family made their way to the edge of the Pier de Royale, the designated harbour stop for royal visitors and dignitaries, located directly in the centre of the harbour. They watched as the ship's party made their way from the ship, with an impressive array of knights and warriors set to defend this visitor. A gentleman announced just who their visitor was. One "Hippolyte Anastasius of House De Hauteville, King of Sovereign Derria and Lord of the Port of Capua" had officially docked within their island, and was now an official guest. Her husband turned to Adrianna, whispering silently to her ear "Derius is an island south of the Western continent. Didn't think they were ones for travelling this way, haven't been here before. Could be brilliant allies. Island nations need to stick together after all."

A smile emerged onto Adrianna's face. This could be precisely the way they could extend their presence and power within the word. Derius was an island just like them, and an alliance would undoubtedly create shockwaves across the main continents. She strode down the pier, her dress flowing angelically in the light sea breeze. Her beauty seemed to dwarf the beauty of the scene around them, as every eye was drawn to her. "Your highness," she curtsied whilst bowing her head, "may I welcome you to The Island Matriarchy of Berk. It is an honour. I trust you had a safe journey. I have prepared rooms for you and several of your party, however I must request that the majority of your travelling partners stay at one of the many inns. I shall entrust you with three of my riders to lead the way to the palace, for you undoubtedly require food and rest. I shall meet you to dine in my the grand hall upon sunfall."

Three of her household riders stepped forward, offering horses for the king and a few of his party. The crowd watched on eagerly in silence, wondering how their leader would handle this situation, and so far all seemed well. "Oh, and one more thing. My name is Lady Countess Adrianna Whispin, leader of this fine nation. Do not forget that you are a guest here. I welcome you with my open arms, alas always remember who is in power here." She spun around and floated off towards her family, boasting a sultry walk that captured the attention of many.

"This way your highness" grunted one of the riders, trusted with directing the king to the palace. He began to head off towards the grand palace, leading the king and some of his party towards the palace and their new homes for their time in Berk.

[Illan]

Audry Tanners
City of Woodthorn

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"Fine by me." Audry shrugged as Akaro knocked on the door, firmly stating their intentions. The door swiftly flung open, revealing a man dressed in rags with a scruffy, brown beard, holding a crossbow aimed at the entrance. "Right," he spoke in a rather gruff voice, "not one of the locals I see." He lowered the crossbow, nodding, waving for Akaro and Audry to enter "That's good. Come inside." Audry looked towards Akaro. Well, what are you waiting for? She stepped inside. The man closed the door behind them as soon as everyone was inside, and pointed to a pair of chairs. "Go ahead and grab a seat if ye want, I know I will..." The man sat down, Audry following his lead. "So, yer here about the kidnappings? Right..." He shifted in the chair. "Well, ye see, roughly two months ago me wife disappeared. Vanished. Poof. And let me tell ya, our marriage was just fine! Thing is, this wasn't the only one... For the past three months, people've been disappearing. Me and some others want you to find out who's behind all of this, possibly find the people that were kidnapped. We'll pay you handsomely." Audry looked towards Akaro. "Well, what do you think..?"

Akaro entered alongside of her, albeit with some unease at the unclean man aiming a bolt straight for his center mass. He stayed silent as he heard about the proposition of kidnappings - he had heard of such things before, back in Aryniiva. And he even investigated a few. They never turned out pretty.

"We need more information before anything else. Do you know where they were kidnapped from? Did the kidnappers leave any clues?"

[Der Kaiser Mikey III]

The Island Matriarchy of Berk
Aisably Harbour, Aisably,
Capital City's Port

"My dearest Contessa, I implore you to rest assured that my men and myself shall gratefully accept your hospitality and do nothing to soil our reputation, honor, and that of our prestigious blood by laying insult to one so lovely as yourself."

The Kings words were like a seductive perfume laced with touches of honey and sickly sweet flora. No doubt with such a vast command of language, he was well equipped to be quite the flatterer. This talent for words had indeed earned him a reputation around Capua as a clever, serpentine man before the rebellion, and indeed had earned him the position as King. "And as for power, Your Ladyship...yours I humbly recognize." He cordially smiled, meeting her gaze. Not turning, he raised his hand. "Plantagenet, his officers, and the sailors are to take rotating shifts around the ship and inns nearby. De Ville, De Basca, Lollard, and of course Poitevante with me."

The men moved about to do their Kings bidding, while he himself bowed as he was invited to attend dinner. "Thank you, your Ladyship. I look forward to sharing a fine meal, and I am pleased to have brought an ample supply of finery from Capua to share as well." He thought to the large chest of cannabis, opium, and other exotic things he kept hidden among his trappings for such journeys. Smiling, he waited for her to gain distance, all of the men no doubt captivated by the exotic, Violet haired Lady. Turning to the horses, he pulled himself aboard, and followed the men to the palace, taking care to ensure his belongings were being loaded onto a wagon before he was from sight.

[The National Dominion of Hungary]

The Kingdom of Lechya
Visegrad, Castle Rhamanda
HM King Jarosz III Zaslawski

The King nodded as the man spoke regarding his journey to Jarosz's Kingdom. "I hope that his Royal Majesty is well and that his soul was not lost in the storm." The King said as the Lord told of the reason behind his royal cousin was not present. He wondered who this King Hippolyte was, and what his ambitions were, King Jarosz liked to know as much as he could about those who played the Grand Game of Aranan politics.

Jarosz nodded as Lord Mordred told of his wish for an alliance between his own House and the grand House Zaslawski, it was understandable, after all the Norvangr could be a significant threat after the Derian declaration of idependence from their former colonial overlords. The Kingdom of Lechya was one of the most powerful realms in Arana today and would propably deterr any Norvangr attempt at retaking control over the island. But, militarily, Lechya had a substantial weakness, it's navy. The Lechyan warfleet would be at a great disadvantage when facing off against the Norvangr Drakkars. However the Lechyan land army would propably not have greater difficulty in a full scale war against the Northman troops, well, in any case, that was a problem for another day if war was to break out.

"I would join you for a few drinks and we would indeed be able to discuss this alliance you propose over said drinks and dinner." King Jarosz said as he rose from the throne and walked down to his guest. "Your captains know what they speak of, and the finest quality food in Visegrad is here in my castle. Come, let us go." The King said and walked with his guest through the halls and to the small dining room where the King ordered the servants to serve vodka with ice and send for dinner from the kitchens. "Well, cheers." The Lechyan king said and emptied the small glass in one swig before turning to his guest. "This alliance you speak of, I presume it is aganist the Norvangr yes?"


The Kingdom of Lechya
Village of Parczew
Jacek Zalas

The long column of carts and refugees was making it's way down the road through the small valley the village laid in. The militiamen stood in the front and rear while the people marched in the middle, it was still hours before they would reach the Baron's castle and many were worried that they would never arrive in time. And their worries were proven to be well-founded as the unmistakable, deep blare of warhorns sounded throughout the valleys fertile wheat fields and surrounding woods. Total panic ensued, people tried to bolt in every direction, dropping their knapsacks and running for the woods, the guard were by far too few and too poorly trained to keep order among the panicked villagers. None knew where the blares had come from, but none cared, they simply ran...

The militiaman Jacek Zalas had left his post, his friend Zdislaw as well, most militiamen had, instead they ran among the panicked people, looking for their firends and loved ones, it was every man for himself now...

[Albertasby]

The Island Matriarchy of Berk
Connaissance Palace, Aisably,
Royal Home of Lady Countess Adrianna Whispin

The palace looked evermore magnificent in the dying embers of the sun. The glass roof seemed to reflect the sun's final rays each and every way, creating a glimmering effect that could be seen for miles around. Pride resonated from Adrianna as she entered through the front doors, knowing that her guests would be equally as impressed as she was. A flurry of servants met the party as the entered, pouring hot tea and offering treats galore. She spotted Samphie, her head butler, descending the stairs. "Samphie, how do the rooms look? Are they ready and prepared for the guests of honour?" The butler nodded with a slow, calculated movement before continuing his descent and turning towards the great hall, occupied by the planning of the dinner to come.

"Sweet sister," came the call of the radiant Aurianna. Younger and slimmer, Aurianna seemed to ooze happiness wherever she went, and was the talk of Berk for her ability to befriend whomever spoke to her. She was one of the socialites of Berkian society, seen more often at an exclusive soiree or public event that by the side of the royal household. "You have a parchment within your boudoir. Your daughter is fast asleep and safe, Mrs Nanathan hasn't left her side all evening. I shall supervise the preparations of the meal, you go and sort whatever business occupies you with Lord Amarice."

Adrianna had all but forgotten about Lord Amarice Whispin and the red waters flowing in Arminstowe. She must remain focused upon the whole island, not just her capital city. Quickly, she ran up the stairs and slipped into her private chamber, a vast expanse of luxury and light. There, nestled upon her grand table, lay a parchment adorned with the pink ribbon and pink seal of Arminstowe, a small mountain region.

My Dearest Adrianna,

It is with regret I pen this letter. I just hope it reaches you in time. The waters of Arminstowe are running red with the blood of the dead. I have secured the castle in central Arminstowe Town, surrounded by the loyal and the scared. We are being pillaged and attacked. The farming town of Adocer has fallen completely, torched to the ground by these savages. We are scared. They raise a banner. It is a yellow sun upon a pale blue background. We believe it is the House of Rennismith, the house your great-grandmother stole the Berkian throne from. We desperately need your help.

Yours,
Lord Amarice Whispin,
City Lord of Arminstowe and Guardian of the Mountainous Region.

Her heart skipped a beat. They couldn't be seeking to reclaim the throne, could they? Bursting out of the room, she began shouting "Summon Lord Antoine immediately." Luckily, her guests had not arrived, and she was determined not to let them know about her internal issues. "Samphie, where is my Lord brother? Also, ensure that our guests are taken directly to their quarters and summon them when dinner is ready, no earlier."
"He is in the Sunset Garden m'lady, watching the sun go down over the lake. It is quite a sight, he said."
"Thank you," she blurted out as she ascended the stairs.

The Island Matriarchy of Berk
Connaissance Palace, Aisably,
Sunset Garden

The sunset garden was magnificent in the sunset. Designed by some of the finest horticulturists, its shaped topiaries and arches created the perfect viewing spot for a sunset, crafting shadow art and capturing the might of the dying orb. Each and every sculpture was focused upon a magnificent fountain in the centre, which seemed ideally situated to reflect the rays within its spouting waters. She found her brother transfixed by the sunset, sitting alone and appearing to contemplate some philosophical matter that dominated all of his thoughts. "Antoine, I need you." Immediately, his kind, muscular face turned towards his sister, radiating a warmth and comfort due to his similarity to their father. "Antoine, its Arminstowe. They're under attack. Lord Amarice thinks its the Rennismiths, you know the ones who our great-grandmother stole the throne from." She needed to be calm, because her rage was beginning to spill over and Antoine could see this.

"Breathe," he instructed her. "I shall contact the local armies around the region, get them to scout out the issue and attack if necessary." His cool manner seemed to soothe her, quelling some of the rage that had built up inside of her. "Thank you, brother."
"It is my duty m'lady. I shall go and pen the word immediately. Now, go and change. You have a royal banquet to attend."

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Audry Tanners
City of Woodthorn

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"Well, lad..." The man shifted in his chair, leaning a bit more forward. "That's a rather easy question to answer. They took 'em from anywhere they wanted, no pattern as far as I'm aware, other than that they were alone at the time... Only way we know that they were taken by the same people is that they always leave this behind." The man raised a small amulet, depicting a dragon. All in all, the amulet looked rather plain and crude, fashioned out of bronze, with hardly any detail. Audry still looked towards Akaro, wondering what the Arynii's reply would be. He seemed to be far better at these kind of things.

[Illan]

Audry Tanners
City of Woodthorn

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"Well, lad..." The man shifted in his chair, leaning a bit more forward. "That's a rather easy question to answer. They took 'em from anywhere they wanted, no pattern as far as I'm aware, other than that they were alone at the time... Only way we know that they were taken by the same people is that they always leave this behind." The man raised a small amulet, depicting a dragon. All in all, the amulet looked rather plain and crude, fashioned out of bronze, with hardly any detail. Audry still looked towards Akaro, wondering what the Arynii's reply would be. He seemed to be far better at these kind of things.

"Seems to be a calling card more than anything else. Can't say I understand what for..." Akaro said, taking the small amulet and examining it with his shaded eyes. "At least there is a starting stone to go off of." He said simply, holding onto the amulet, thinking a bit.

"Can you take us to where the most recent one occurred?"

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Audry Tanners
City of Woodthorn

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Audry smiled widely. "So, that means we're going to take this job, right?" How terribly exciting! The man stood up, and walked towards the building's door as he pulled on a long, leather coat. "Aye, I can. Pretty rough place, though, so you better watch yer pockets, as well as..." He glanced towards the human girl. "...other things. Anyway, ready when you are." As soon as the two adventurers were, the rough-looking man led them to a neighborhood that somehow managed to look even worse than his own little corner of the town, stopping at a small square. "Right here, that's where they took 'er."

[Imperialisium]

Vyraheim
Artificers District

Altyra walked down the streets of the Artificers District, a neighborhood that faced Northwards along the mountain slope and home to the various clocksmiths, locksmiths, and all manner of artificial contraption makers in the city of any repute. Artifice itself began on Val Terar and spread as the guilds and craftsmen increased slowly. Though any Terari would state that their city has the best, innovative, and original spark of this craft to offer; Vyraheim certainly gave it a run for its money. More than a few Terari artificers had relocated to Vyraheim over the last few decades due to falling out with the old guilds, to find freelance work, or simply to establish their own company.

Vyraheim's artificers governed themselves internally in the Council of Artifice, an elected body that provided peer oversight over their fellow craftsmen and set regulations for product and ethical service. Much like the healers had their own internal rules of how to go about things, the priesthoods had their dogmas, and the warrior class their code's, so to does the artificers have their own.

The Royal Family were patrons of the Artificers in Vyraheim and as such their opinion mattered. Ragnarr frequented their Council meetings under invitation (though no one in their right minds would dare say no to him seriously...but it was a matter of respect so to speak that was mutually garnered). In addition Altyra, unlike her brothers, shared a keen interest in such matters and on many an occasion would spend hours observing the craftsmen, master artificers, and apprentices go about their business. Though, it was often painfully obvious she was present due to the guards eyeing for potential dangers.

Thus she walked in a plain, but nicely woven, gown and cape. A brass brooch of an eternal knot cinched them together while a small group of guards walked behind her. Usually they were kind enough to distance themselves in a fashion so that she could at least seem ordinary for once, but today they kept close.

Leading the small squadron of guards was a Royal Knight of the Order of the Elder Throne, or simply a Royal Knight. These chosen few historically guarded the ancient Vanir wrought Elder Throne that was found deep within the citadel and removed to a vault deep beneath the fortress palace. Deemed too precious and mysterious to be left in place. But the Order still existed and this was evident in their garb. Clutching a spear the tip and core was actually of Elderglass. These rod like weapons were thin and light, and since encased in wood to add weight and familiarity to human hands. Now, few even among the order actually had an Elderglass weapon, and tended to use them only for the highest of ceremonial purposes. But this Knight chose to use it, within the already formidable confines of Vyraheim, and to also show the prestige of House Valkyr.

Now, Altyra's walk wasn't just to visit the artificers. She had started out as a charity walk, a practice of handing out food and money to the downtrodden. Some might say this is a clever way of cultivating popularity and long lasting loyalty, but it also created a stable society of trust in the crown. If your ruler cares enough to set aside some food and money to give back to the community people will be more likely to agree with their policies as right and justified. Plain and simple. Why fight a crown that fills your stomach?

Altyra had wound down through several districts already, and her feet hurt, despite being a well muscled athlete of a woman. She had spent the last few hours conversing, holding the children of, and passing out money and food stuff to her family's subjects. Many bowed, curtsied, or offered samples of their wares as she walked past in thanks. A form of patronage if you will. Don't question the central authority, pay your taxes, and obey our decrees; and in return when times are hard we will assist you as able. Altyra had seen her father work this system on a number of occasions. A farmer whose crop yield was poor one fall, a man who dutifully paid his dues and taxes with the records to prove it, was granted a years exemption from taxes to recoup his losses.

Making her way down the central street that led into a court yard she took in the sounds and smells. Different types of wood, oils, perfumes, grease, and the sounds of a thousand pieces of clockwork timing off accompanied by the ruckus of hammers pounding out bits of steel too gently tacking pieces together in an intricate lock-clock that only opened at certain times of the day or night.

As she walked forward she smiled and waved to passer by's that stopped and bowed in her presence. Constables and White Cloaks on patrol bowed as their heads as they passed on their duties. While a middle aged woman with a face streaked in black oil came bustling up. This was Theodori Iressa, Terari, and Guild representative of Clocksmiths to the Council.

She curtsied awkwardly and spoke, "Your Highness, how unexpected, your order will be completed on time." She gave a smile that showed well maintained teeth. Altyra smiled with her own pearly whites and replied, "You know me well enough that I like to observe your progress. I have always wanted a time-piece ever since they were first made in Val Terar last year."

"Yes, come this way." Leading the Princess too a three story building Theodori let her observe a master clocksmith gentle put tiny gears into overlapped formation in a piece wrought of silver and gold with bronze hands with brass gears. The cost was 42 Tyrins for the labor alone, not to mention the material cost of an additional 16 Tyrins. Sure the object was small, but the intricate work required and the fact their were few artificers skilled enough to put one together of such small size.

Both the Princess and Theodori watched quietly as to not disturb the mans work while the guards watched like a pack of hawks.

Village of Parczew
Kingdom of Lechya

The sight of the chaos urged the Norvangr to a slightly faster pace. many of the parties broke into a nice jaunt. Keeping order like packs of wolves as they enveloped the village. At this rate they would not need to use grappling hooks to scale the palisade, the villagers would be too panicked to close the gates and most were fleeing away from the village completely. An arrow skewered the neck of a militiaman to the rear of the now fleeing villagers. A casual shot from Gregor One-Eye. A skilled archer and huntsmen from the vales of the Balermoor mountains and also a gamemaster for Ragnarr himself. To Gregor the shot was just a spur of the moment ordeal. Some might call that disturbing by how casual it was, but at this rate nobody particularly cared enough to gainsay it.

However, it was obvious that most of the Norvangr cared little for the villagers themselves. Stragglers would be rounded up and the best selected for thralldom. Resistors would be killed outright. It was material possessions that the Northmen were keenly after. Even weapons could be sold for a fair price. However, that only applied to most of the Northmen, a fair amount blared their horns and began to pick up speed as they sought to close the distance with the fleeing villagers...

[Illan]

Audry Tanners
City of Woodthorn

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Audry smiled widely. "So, that means we're going to take this job, right?" How terribly exciting! The man stood up, and walked towards the building's door as he pulled on a long, leather coat. "Aye, I can. Pretty rough place, though, so you better watch yer pockets, as well as..." He glanced towards the human girl. "...other things. Anyway, ready when you are." As soon as the two adventurers were, the rough-looking man led them to a neighborhood that somehow managed to look even worse than his own little corner of the town, stopping at a small square. "Right here, that's where they took 'er."

As Akaro walked with the man, he was unnerved by where they were going heavily. It was somehow even shadier than the place they had been before, the dark and dank alley that contained this strange man's home. It was decrepit, to say the least.

"Stay close, Audry....I really do not like the look of this place." The Arynii stated, looking all around the square with his eyes for a potential ambush, not turning his back to the strange man for a moment.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Audry Tanners
City of Woodthorn

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"Hmm hmm..." Audry replied, perhaps a bit absently minded as she looked around. "So," she asked, looking towards the man, "did anyone see it happening? The kidnapping? And who did they take here?" The man coughed before he replied. "Young girl, several years younger than you. Nobody saw it happening. We know it happened here because of the amulet." Audry thought about that for a moment, a bit unnerved by the fact that the victim here was someone only a bit younger than her. "Is there any way out of here other than the street we just passed through? I assume there were people there, so they couldn't have escaped unnoticed. Unless..." The man shook his head, confirming the girl's suspicions. "...the roofs here are pretty low. Maybe they used those?" Not allowing a reply, Audry walked towards a nearby house, climbing on top of its low roof. "See, not that hard to do!"

[Padellian]

Day of departure for Norvangrheim

Benjaminas stood on the pier next to the Ice Dragon, a hired ship that would take Simonus, Dominique, and Benjaminas to Norvangrheim over the next day or so. He wore a heavy cloak over his shoulders to keep the early morning mist and cold at bay. His shoulder still throbbed when he moved it, but he was alive. He was proud now that he had earned such a position in the family, though this seemed to have come at a cost of his own kin hood. Gedimina had yet spoken to him, instead glaring at him when Benjaminas was not looking or shrugging off any attempt for communication between the two brothers. Even Surinia looked at him differently, she treated Dominique different as well. It has been troubling for the new lord, but he had other duties to attend to now such as announcing this change in the family power structure to Ragnarr. He sighed as a cloud formed in front of him in the cold from his breath in the cold air.

"Benjaminas? Are you ready to board?" Dominique asked walking towards him from behind. She herself was clad in a heavy fur hooded cloak as well.

Benjaminas stared off onto the sea and thought about the court mages words. He'd bring death and destruction to Fyora isle if he left. That being said though it was still his duty as lord of Fyora, head of House Paellion to report to Norvangrheim. He turned to the ramp leading to the boat and noticed his father hobbling onto the boat. His sister placed a hand on his arm and nudged him towards the boat. "Come along my lord." She smiled as she said those words in encouragement.

Benjaminas nodded and followed down the dock towards the boat. He stared at Fyora one more time though before actually boarding and stared at the misty peaks that showed above Volkor. The lone tower of the fortress in Volkor pointing parallel with the nearby peaks in the fog. He'd be back. He knew he would be.



"Wot I don't unnerstand is why we got to leave so fast?" Hendert asked to his mate who were loading barrels into the ship. "I mean yes it's bloody damn cold up ere, but wot we got to leave fo? I was hopin to at least see one lass fore we left."

"Captains orders. This is nobility we are transporting. That means lots of gold in our pockets. So quit complaining and get these barrels on board." Joyedt replied annoyingly.

"But won't you want to see some lassies fore we leave the isle? See Fyoran women are beasts, and if you can break one it is the best love you ever make. That's wot I hear." Hendert grumbled as he rolled another barrel on board.

"Oh shut it. Wouldn't you rather get paid a good amount of gold? You'd get more women that way!" Joyedt replied.

"I guess you got a point there." Hendert said as another barrel was rolled up a ramp. It went over a bump in the ramp and a grunt was heard from inside the barrel.

"Wot is that?!" Hendert yelped at the noise.

"What are you talking about?" Joyedt looked at him.

"There was a grunt from inside it!" Hendert said pointing at the barrel in fear.

"Oh shut up. Just get it on board. It was nothing." Joyedt said as he shoved the bigger sailor aside and walked up the ramp.

[Der Kaiser Mikey III]

The Kingdom of Lechya
Visegrad, Castle Rhamanda
Mordred De Hauteville

Mordred smirked a little, chuckling to himself at the King's well wishes for his cousin the King. "I assure you, though vain and reckless his Majesty is surely no fool-methinks he is delayed, nothing more. Most likely having quite a blast wherever he may be." At the King's acknowledgement in regard to his Captains' statements in regard to Lechyan cuisine, Mordred grinned. "Wonderful, lead the way, your Majesty!" He motioned for the King to lead, and he so followed the man through the halls to the Dining room.

"Yes, though most notably the House of Valkyr." Mordred answered. "The Norvangr territories are not united in loyalty, but subjugation, thank you..." He downed his own iced vodka, satisfied as the burn traveled through his gullet. "...King Hippolyte, House De Hauteville in itself, has documented lines dating back to the Vanir, as such we have claim to the Elderglass throne. The Lords of the North, if defeated, would not resist a King of the blood, a King of purer Vanirian lineage than Ragnarr Valkyr!" He chuckled, taking the liberty of another glass. "Now, the Royal Derusian Navy is a bloody joke, we have few warships. However, I am in possession of a plethora of vessels designed to carry large amounts of cargo for long voyages. Should our Navies be united, we have just enough warships to protect my Cargo vessels while they ferry our troops to, and our spoils from, the North." He proposed, taking his third drink down while he watched the Kings reactions.

"We have a very powerful Army, and should his Majesty find more allies on his travels this way, methinks we just might be able to all profit greatly...secure our realms from invasion, and acquire colonies and resources to expand our Empires. Should we enter into such an agreement, to solidify it, and though His Majesty has forsaken the idea, I think it would be prudent for you to select a Lechyan wife from your house to join to the Royal branch De Hauteville. Provided your lineage is pure enough, this could be a powerful union indeed!"

The Island Matriarchy of Berk
Connaissance Palace, Aisably,
Royal Quarters of His Majesty Hippolyte De Hauteville

The King had since bathed, and dressed himself in his finery, and reunited with his comrades outside of his quarters. Though a slight variation in their attire due to tastes, fighting style, and House culture differentiated them clearly, they all wore the Tabard of the Blue Bloods, a midnight blue velvet embolized with the regal H and floating crown of House De Hauteville. In their matching cloaks, they were indeed the most flamboyant thugs one could imagine. "Your Majesty, shall we accompany you to the dining hall?" It was Poitevante De Hauteville, the Kings' uncle on his mothers side, who spoke first. Hippolyte thought for a moment, before dismissing all but his uncle.

"This is an occasion for Royals to socialize as well as a time for business. Though men of high birth, all but we are exempt from such obligation." The King explained, before motioning for his uncle to lead on. Turning on his heal, and forsaking the bow that was required by all others, he simply led on. "As the Hand of the King, and my Lord Uncle, we must show House De Hauteville is one of honor and duty."

"Aye, your Majesty." Poitevante smirked as the title rolled off his tongue. Though fond of his nephew, the man couldn't help but be jealous. He was the greatest swordsman Derius had ever known, and though only a hobbyist Tourney Knight in his youth he was still quite popular and beloved by the people of Capua, as well as one of the greatest swordsman in the land. As they arrived outside the doors to their instructed destination, Poitevante introduced them to the Herald, who then announced their arrival into the ornate and impressive sky lit room.

[Albertasby]

The Island Matriarchy of Berk
Connaissance Palace, Aisably,
The Grand Hall

Tables adorned with food spread as far and wide as the eye could see, taking up each and every inch of the grand hall. Under a dome of glass, the starlit sky cast the room into a sense of magic and wonder, creating the ideal setting for a great dinner. The Whispin family took their seats at the top table, elevated slightly on a plinth above the room with four or five chairs left for their guests to take their seats. Below them, lords, ladies, knights and other small nobility of the capital took their seats; each and every member of the Aisablian nobility was out to impress the new visitors, with glamorous frocks and groomed beards aplenty. Adrianna herself had chosen a muted dress, flowing with pastel purple drapes and wispy purple sleeves. She was a vision of violet, looking beautiful yet understated.

The doors to the grand hall burst open, and every eye in the hall turned towards the doors to see their esteemed guest enter the hall. Adrianna and her family stood up to welcome their guests to the grand table, whilst many of those gathered raised glasses and attempted to make eye contact. As the king took his seat by Adrianna, she turned to him matter of factly. "So what exactly brings you to Berk, my lord?" A dry smile spread upon her face as she helped herself to some of the turkey that was sitting directly in front of her, before taking a large sip of her wine.

[Illan]

Audry Tanners
City of Woodthorn

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"Hmm hmm..." Audry replied, perhaps a bit absently minded as she looked around. "So," she asked, looking towards the man, "did anyone see it happening? The kidnapping? And who did they take here?" The man coughed before he replied. "Young girl, several years younger than you. Nobody saw it happening. We know it happened here because of the amulet." Audry thought about that for a moment, a bit unnerved by the fact that the victim here was someone only a bit younger than her. "Is there any way out of here other than the street we just passed through? I assume there were people there, so they couldn't have escaped unnoticed. Unless..." The man shook his head, confirming the girl's suspicions. "...the roofs here are pretty low. Maybe they used those?" Not allowing a reply, Audry walked towards a nearby house, climbing on top of its low roof. "See, not that hard to do!"

Akaro heard all of their inquiries, looking around the area a bit more. "....Yes, they really didn't leave much except what they wanted to leave...." the Arynii stated with a frown, looking around the incredibly shady area. He also noticed Audry's nervousness and discomfort upon hearing that the victim was younger than her, to which he replied with a brief but tight grasp at her hand, telling her that she was protected without actually saying anything. Then she went off to the rooftop the man mentioned, causing Akaro's thoughts to shift to that.

"They are rather low....but I would think it would be difficult to hoist a young woman up there. Not without magic or a decent bit of time, at least."

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Audry Tanners
City of Woodthorn

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Akaro's gesture had, indeed, helped comforting the human and as she stood on the roof, Audry seemed to be a lot more cheerful again already. She thought about what the Arynii said for a while. "Well, assuming they were with multiple people, they could've worked together. So, one person'd be where I am, right here..." She waved a bit for emphasis. "...while another could be right there." Audry pointed towards a spot on the ground, right where she had climbed up. "Pushing the girl upwards, while the one standing where I am would pull her up. After that, piece of cake, right? Maybe we should explore the rooftops a bit!"

[Military Democracy of Birtonia]

Gravin
House Dmesius
City of Porograad

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In the early morning, the fog rolled in from the ever expansive ocean to Porograad. Only a handful of boats lazily drifted into the port, coming in from a night of fishing, their bounties rich from the sea. One of them, the largest of the fishing vessels beared the flag of House Dmesius, the de facto rulers of the city, judging by how low it was into the water their overnight fishing ventures were incredibly fruitful. Gravin took a few men under his employ along with his eldest son, Bron out last night, the five men were weary from fishing all throughout the night and most were sleeping on the deck while Gravin stood, navigating the small swells. Finally the boat made its way to the docks on the most southern tip of the bay, almost ready to make berthing. The family's patriarch walked around, kicking the other men, who instantly sprung up, despite their pounding heads from the wine last night.

"Make sure these fools get good price for the haul" said Gravin, his voice deep and gravelly.

"Sure thing pops" replied Bron.

A few playful shoves between the younger men and they were off to the market, selling the raw foodstuffs at top price. Gravin meanwhile secured the mooring of the boat and exited the port, walking towards the center of the city. Within moments he could see the top spire of his family residence, a rather modest domicile when compared to the great families of larger, more developed cities, but still towered among the buildings here in Porograad. His forefather's flag flew above the city, flapping in the wind, more flags draped across the front of the building, made of rough stone hewn from the mountains just west of the city. Two gaurds with a dark metal cuirass and longswords on either side of the massive wooden double doors turned from their posts and pushed them open for the family master.

As he stepped over the threshold that separated him from the commoners outside and his dynasty, Gravin could smell the smoke of a fire just lit by either one of his servants or his wife Portia. The man went directly to his study, picking up a pipe made from a rather extravagant carving of bone, likely from some beast he had defeated ages ago in the wilderness. He packed it tightly with shredded tobacco leaves, and struck a match. It flared up for a moment, and took to the pipe, slowly burning up the tobacco. The smoke swirled up from his mouth, rising up to the ceiling passing large paintings of the landscape around Porograad and a great many mounted heads of wilderness beasts.

Everything in the room was ornate, reflecting of the Dmesius house standing within the city and its surrounding areas. The chair that Gravin now rested in was hand carved by a master artisan within the city. Lions and massive winged birds decorated the arm rests and legs of the chair. It was padded by packed feathers and stories were stitched into the back of the chair. A map of the local area and several dispatches littered the desk, which Gravin slowly looked over for another time. For the past few weeks he had his eye on Helsangr, another port city, just to the southwest, a short distance through the Njadagrad Burrows, rich in even more resources, but more importantly holds a great many talented shipwrights.

More men were being dispatched now to probe the cities weakness, soon House Dmesius would expand their hold. But that is something that would take time, effort, and most importantly wealth.