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A False Patriot; A Briarwood Disowned

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A missive is delivered to the prominent nobility of the realm, eventually being tossed aside to be read by travelers.

 

  "As of the13th of the First Seed, 1484, 

 

Caldwel Briarwood, cousin to Lord Viktor, is hereby disowned by the family Briarwood, denied all inheritance, and banished from their holdings of Owynswood and Caer Blodswen.

 

Accused of the following crimes against his kin and culture, he is punished for,

 

-Eloping with half-blooded swine, a slight in the face of humanities purity.

 

-Promiscuity, threatening the purity of the Briarwood line and the Kaedreni culture.

 

-Wanton abandon of his family, returning and departing as he pleases.

 

Caldwel Briarwood is hereby to be known as Caldwel Wold, a bastard and exile of the Briarwood line. Such is the cost of tarnishing a culture."

 

-Lord Viktor Kendrick Briarwood"

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Alyice Hears news of Caldwel's behavior 

 

"Such a fool, And to think he wanted to befriend me. He had high hopes though his action were not wise, I can say I am disappointed  with him"

 

Alyice chuckles lightly before continuing with her day

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Alten Briarwood, younger brother of Caldwel, sits idly by the dinner table, deep in thought. His right elbow rests firmly on the wooden table, boredly holding up Alten's chin as he'd sigh quietly, grabbing his glass of whiskey with his left hand, before swirling the liquid roughly, bringing it to his lips once he had pursed them, and drink the whole content of the glass. After a brief moment, he'd raise from his seat, making his way to his living quarters as he'd glance at the various weapons in his room. His right hand's fingers fidgit lightly as he makes his pick, licking his bottom lip as he'd grasp his hand around a crossbow, before taking a quiver filled with steel bolts, letting it rest over his shoulder and by his waist. Alten wields the crossbow, hand under it for support, before he'd make his way out of the keep after having put on a fine silk cloak, along with a fairly kept wolf pelt. He'd breath lightly in the winter breeze, the howling wind beaming into his ears.

Wind:

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBUtBrk7yzo

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"Accused of the following crimes against his kin and culture, he is punished for,

 

-Eloping with half-blooded swine, a slight in the face of humanities purity.

 

-Promiscuity, threatening the purity of the Briarwood line and the Kaedreni culture.

 

-Wanton abandon of his family, returning and departing as he pleases."

 

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"Quite harsh. I liked that Briarwood. Hmph."

"Well thank you..."shrugs"I don't hate them for this, just funny when I come back I expected none of them to be as peculiar as my father..."scratches his head"Well then I think joining the renatian army to prove myself is an even bigger goal now"He chuckles walking off to find the local recruiter. 

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Marvin laughs.

"Clearly they're hypocrites for the hating of bloodmixing, because they're part high elf.

Human "purity"... Feckin' Briarwoods."

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An old Nicator laughs in his tent.

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

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