Dascha Alexandrovna Rostova

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Photographer: Baroness Sigríðr Úlfsdóttir de Lacy
Resides: Barony of Atenveldt
Status: Deceased
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Sable, a bend dovetailed between a candle and candlestick argent, enflamed Or, and two hearts voided interlaced Or

Posadnitsa Dascha Alexandrovna Rostova, OP, Lion of Atenveldt

Elevated to the Order of the Pelican on March 18, 2000 in the Common Era by the hands of Aaron and Alisandra

Banthegn -11th baroness of the Barony of Atenveldt - Glory of Atenveldt, Pelican - Lion, Light, Root - Vicaress - Estrella War Main - Feasts - Lists - Pavel Mom - "Jill" - Friend

Dascha gave selflessly of herself to Atenveldt, Kingdom and Barony, for so many years. Her greatest legacy however was the sheer number of people who called her friend.


Russian force of nature Pavel's mom


Dascha's Order of Precedence.

Offices & Positions

Barony of Atenveldt

  • Baroness (2001-2004)
  • Vicaress (2016-10-30 to 2017-04-08)

    Kingdom of Atenveldt

    Estrella War

  • Estrella War Main Steward (2009, 2011, 2016)
  • EW Merchant Coordinator (2006, 2007, 2008)

    Court Positions

  • Royal Lady in Waiting - (2010/2011)

    In Beloved Memory of Dascha (6/20/52 - 5/19/19)

    Death Is Nothing At All Henry Scott-Holland, 1910

    Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened.

    Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

    Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

    Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

    Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident?

    Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.

    All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!