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A Crow departs his nest.


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"How you feeling now you drunken zhenya?! You sobered up or you up for more drowning?!"

Sieger-Of- Camp William Worix, knocking some sense into a drunken footman, Tuvya Berhal.

 

Whilst night was at its darkest, Nikolai entered St. Karlsburg. He needed transport, a northern steed would do, a pack horse too for carrying his items, nobody will miss them as nobody would find them. But. There was one more thing he would need. He carefully made his way through the winter frosted streets, he knew where to find what he was looking for. By the graveside of his father the helmet sat, the snow covered it as did it cover the grave. That was the last thing he needed or he thought it was. "No, they need something for me to be remembered by. The helmet remained and along with it something else.

He left a few parting gifts. Letters to his friends and who he saw as family.

 

"My King Petyr. My family have been forever loyal to you since your family's return to your rightful title. We fought with you from the Northern Coalition to this day. However, I feel I have been unable to serve you as of late. I struck my own comrades and broke my oaths. I was forced to stand down because I didn't wish to drop your banner. I feel I've betrayed the trust that you gave to my father, my brother and me. Maybe one day when time wills it I will return, hopefully things will be amended by then. Until then I say to you goodbye my King, it was an honour serving you." Nikolai Worix.


@NJBB


"My friend and Lord Sergei. Your father gave mine a sense of duty to uphold, one that my father passed down to me. I'm forever grateful and in debt to your House, my family fought beside yours for many years, from Norland's rebellion to this day. It was with your family's guidance and your own reassurance I found a place in the north and then after a while I began living life to its fullest on my own. I thank you and I wish you good fortune for what's to come, for House Kovachev to prosper and to strengthen in the north." Nikolai Worix.


"My friend and Lord Maric. You were ever generous to me. You offered me things I never could have dreamed. Gave me things that I was ever thankful for and even after my fall offered me sanctuary. I refused many of these I know, but you remain a good friend to me and that is why I send my regards. I hope to hear of Ruthern's prosperity and strength as a house of the north." Nikolai Worix.


"My friend, Ser Rickard Barrow. After my fathers death you showed me what way I should live my life, what examples I should follow. You taught me many things that I will not forget. You were a loyal friend to my father and a honourable friend to my family. I know you'll be disappointed with my decision but do know that my loyalty is forever with you, House Barbanov and the north." Nikolai Worix.


 

With that, the Crow was gone, riding off into the night, the freshly laid snow covering his tracks. Sure he was discharged but he still wore a faded Golden Crow on his chest, he may have left everything behind but he did not abandon his loyalty. Nikolai was gone and there was no certainty of him coming back.

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(Well, that's it. I've played this character for a good while, developed him the best I could and this sadly is where his story ends. Just don't expect to see the last of that helmet.)

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Bradshaw frowns upon hearing of his departure

"Ave Orenia, I hope the good and loyal lad enjoys life"

He mutters before going back to taxing the common folk

 

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Abrielle Amador sits at home looking through letters, very dissapointed she did not receive one.

 

"Feed a man for five years and he forgets all about you.", she grumbled.

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Nemir released a depressed sigh upon hearing of Nikolai's departure.

"A good man, he seemed," she said to no one in particular while harvesting wheat in the north.  "Reminded me of his father.. In a way.  Didn't get to know him too much, though.  Might've just been that helmet."

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3 hours ago, Enyahs V. said:

Abrielle Amador sits at home looking through letters, very dissapointed she did not receive one.

 

"Feed a man for five years and he forgets all about you.", she grumbled.

The north remembers!

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

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