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In dire times of war men die. Old and young. In battle, in hospitals, from wounds, sickness, starvation or thirst. This war seemed to have claimed yet another victim. Another young man to leave this realm, in hope to find rest in the seven skies.

 

Ramdir Amador, only twenty-seven years to his name, cast into the position of Lord as his father died of sickness made a promise to himself and his predecessors. To be strong as the Lord and never bend a knee to the false cause. As such Lord Ramdir did not kneel and obey to the dark-clad armored man threatening him in the barracks of the Orenian Capital. He had no oath to bind him, he had no obligations to follow. He stood as a free lord, until the last swing came.

 

Time cut short. Much more could have been, but it appeared that Ramdir's time has passed. Leaving behind his underage son as the next Lord, two daughters and perhaps a hold of grief in the newly independent Kingdom of Haense. In the end, just another death. Quick and painless.

 

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6th of Amber Cold 1594. Another man falls to the ravages of the Orenian civil war.

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Owyn stands by the windows of his snowy home, his feet kicking back and forth as he waits for his Poppa to return home.. one last time..

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"The north remembers and we will never forgive. Lord Amador will be avenged." Viktor would state as the news reaches Haense.

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Anna Sophia Amador would feel conflicted upon the news of her husband's death. She had not seen him in years, but yet their first years together had been so sweet and filled with pure love. She'd adorn herself in black, making her way to St. Karlsburg.

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Sandry would yet again sit in his chair, thinking to himself, then he spoke out" I've fought for the Empire dozens of time and now they are repying us with this, rest well my young Lord, may you be with your father, ever peacefull." He would stand up and walk to a nearby window, with his left hand touching the window he would say "reserve a place for me for when i am ready to join you, but for now i will take care of your son as he was my own."  He would bow his head one last time for Ramdir

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"And the Imperials still want Haense to join them? We will join them, oh we will... With swords to their necks and torches to their faces..."

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