AT A GLANCE

Notable Figures:
- Viscountess Morracia Vauntelaire
- Miss Lunette Vauntelaire
- The unaccounted for Viscount Vaultain VauntelairePolitical Leanings: Historically -- strict Traditionalists, full of war-forged Ishgardian pride. Recently, under Viscount Vaultain Vauntelaire and his wife, Morracia Vauntelaire -- radical Reformists, eagerly welcoming the Lord-Commander's changes.Status: Recognized by the Holy See, but under new management, House Vauntelaire is a far cry from its former glory.REPUTATION

For the past turn, House Vauntelaire's seat in the House of Lords has been all but unoccupied. Following her husband's disappearance, the viscountess, Morracia Vauntelaire, shut herself up in her estate for many moons, letting the brambled thorns wrap themselves around the iron gates of the estate.However... Almost a full turn after his disapperance, Morracia has submitted a request to old colleagues at the Tribunal to spearhead an official investigation into her husband's whereabouts. The curtains are drawn, the candles are lit, the garden is well-manicured once again. House Vauntelaire welcomes new guests to its gates, but unfortunately, does not warn them well of what sort of story they will be stepping into.

EMPTY CHAIRS AT EMPTY TABLES
Word of the eccentric viscount's disappearance has spread rapidly throughout Ishgard. After spending so long in most traditionalists not surprised that the radical Reformist would have abandoned his duties to his country, for he surely could not have cared about it to begin with. Notably, House Vauntelaire held no funeral for its figurehead, and the viscountess instead withdrew quickly from society, shutting herself within her estate walls, save for a skeleton crew of remaining servants. The wards within dispersed, taking up swords for other houses or leaving Ishgard entirely. In its current state is a shriveled fraction of what it once was; the dowager viscountess within resides alone.FLEAS IN THE BED
At the close of the Dragonsong War, at the age of fifty-three, Vaultain married Morracia Vesisette. She was not a noblewoman, but a lowborn inquisitor who had retired her station near the war's end. While the union was something of scandal to staunch traditionalist society, none were truly surprised - this guy again, am I right?Morracia arrived to help the viscount cross his T's, tie his tie, and take over run the business that Vaultain's father had failed. At social events, she was often found correcting his posture or pointing out possible connections for him to talk to. House Vauntelaire began producing healing poultices and pharmacological products once again; with its success, a verifiable slum of new wards were welcomed to its walls, exchanging their talents and abilities for House Vauntelaire's shelter and protection. Having no heirs, Vaultain and Morracia welcomed several of Ishgard's newcomers; guests with tails, rabbit ears, even horns were welcomed from all across the continent, finding a home within Ishgard's newly-opened gates.

THE APPLE IS ROTTEN TO THE CORE
House Vauntelaire, known for its now-frozen Coerthan medicinal greenhouses, was run into the ground by the staunch traditionalist who squandered its fortune away in his old age. Sheer hatred for Ishgard's enemy prompted the now-deceased viscount. Vaurimont Vauntelaire to recklessly fund Dragonsong War efforts. While the eldest, Vaurimont II, was trained with the eventual viscountcy in mind, Vaurimont thrust his twin sons, Vaulenort and Vaulontain, into the frontlines as soon as the boys could hold lances. When their father and firstborn were both slain by dragon's talon, the older dragoon inherited a dilapidated manor, he had nary a clue on how to pull his estate up from the depths it had sunk to.

REFORM
Vaultain Vauntelaire was no politician; the war-weary dragoon had inherited his father's estate as a son who had spent the past thirty years in the Dragonsong War. He was known for his non-traditional politics; wartime had hardened the man, but also made him desperate for peace. However, he was not known for his reliability; he was much handier with a lance than he was a pen and quill. Mismatched socks, poorly-coiffed hair, and hardly-believable wartime stories became synonymous with Vaulontain Vauntelaire. The man became a pro-Reformist caricature, often the point of dinner table mockery amongst the noble houses.