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♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ From before their time and far beyond their scope - it was a relic, well over half a century old. What secrets did it hold? What horrors had it seen? What had been folded away within its crisp, wax sealed edges? Natalia asked themself this, taking a midnight stroll through Hangroad...

By Official Decree of Lord Chancellor Delmotte 03 - 02 - 308 Regardless of what corner of the Empire it is that you reside, it would be a tough task to overlook the political strife that the State government has been charged with resolving; the Drixagh and Anahera rebellions, the convoluted...

Etymology From the d'Ithanie word for 'shadow', ombre, is where the house makes claim to their name. Pronunciation In d'Ithanie, it is pronounced as /ɔ̃bʁ/ or OM (as in nOM) - B (as in Bruh) - RE (as in bREath) [x]. Coat of Arms On a background of paneled blue, to represent the great sea by...

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ It had been years since Olivia had donned her cloak of violet and black, hiding the colors of her house beneath silks dyed in the hues of a slumbering sky. She swept through the underworld of Regalia with her hood drawn tight. Chestnut curls peeking out from the shadows and resting on...

A small wax and ink depiction of the Bastion, created by Ser Côme Ombre. A declaration from the Ser Côme Elouan Ombre regarding alarming discoveries made this very night, as published by The Trouve. To the citizens of Regalia - peerage and common alike - I ask, will you truly allow such a...

Steel as icy cold as the northern winds of Jorrhild enwrapped his hands, the spiked gauntlets making not a noise as he flexed his fingers. The metal moved with unnatural ease, almost as if his skin was bare. He looked out through the slits of the helmet atop his head and saw only a sliver of his...

The many crisis plaguing the Crown City has found an exponential rise in crime and violence, leading to the masses seeking out the many medical charters throughout Regalia. Yet, with so many patients, a shortage of supplies can only be a given. From the gauze and bandages needed for day to day...

In an effort to bring forth solidarity and charity to the Crown City, her Ladyship of the noble House Ombre has established La Émanation de Sérénité. A place for those without coin and cloth to find shelter from not only the cold cobblestones of the Regalian streets, but also the chaos of the...

A black and white ink sketching of the Pays Sud cliffside done by a young Côme Elouan Ombre. A joint statement from the Countess Olivia Désirée Ombre and Ser Côme Elouan Ombre concerning the recent Proposals from the Grand Commissioner as published by The Trouve. i. Any and all people(s)...

There it - she? he?? - lay, leaving Côme to wonder to himself the gender of the Ceardian Bloodhound as he carefully tiptoed around the sleeping beast. He was thankful for the wall shaking thunder, as it only made his task easier. It wasn’t his first time sneaking out of his sleeping quarters and...

The young boy, or man as he insisted, was bouncing with joy. The salt encrusted rails shook with his every movement as he bounced to and fro with glee, icicles crashing into the sea below as he gripped the wooden structure; a surprise considering he was wrapped head to toe in thick confining...

The constant pitter patter of raindrops as they assaulted the black feathered parasol of the newly made matriarch toned out the small sniffles of the bearer, her eyes as wet and free flowing as the clouds above. Her face was already streaked with muddled mascara and runny eyeliner that had ran...

The clap of thunder woke the dozing dame from her sleep in a shuffling of sheets, the silver cuts of silk unraveling themselves around Olivia as she stirred. Her body was still stiff from sleep when a flash of lightning illuminated her vision: the thin tendrils of navy blue fabric that made up...

A ship bearing sails of navy blue emblazoned with a silver oak tree made its way to the dock of Regalia, a woman with a cloak of black and chestnut hair blowing in the sea breeze stood on the deck. She looked ahead as they anchored, a proud look on her face. With the ramp down, she led the...

The Oakenshield of House Ombre At the discretion of flyers set out around the city leading to a large ship with sails of silver and blue, one would see the Lady of House Ombre, Olivia, speaking from a podium made of oak. By her side were two female guards dressed in chainmail -- oohs and ahhs...

“From Shadows We Grow; Strong as Oak; Reaching for the Stars” A view of the family's ancestral home of Oakclyff from below. Past An ancient Daendroque clan, the family can trace its roots to that of the oaken tree that graces their sigil. They had arrived upon one of the finest ships of the...