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The Extinguishing of a Flame.


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10th of the Amber Cold, 1599

 

As a boy, he had always had a passion for aiding others. He was a kind and gentle being who had a hunger for making the world a better and less harsher place, one person at a time. As he grew older, those traits persisted, amplified by his experiences throughout life. At the age of 18, he was appointed as Lord Emissary - a position which enabled him to display and indeed utilise those core traits which made him who he was. He had a deep love for his family, as loyal of a son as could be. A genuine aura of happiness surrounded him, rarely was his character reduced to sadness. He liked to stroll about Aleksandria, conversing with anyone and everyone he encountered, no one was below him. He yearned for life and to conquer every obstacle that came his way. Sadly, the flame of his candle was to come to an untimely end.

 

The tumultuous winds of the North did usher a gust that chilled even the warmest of hearths. A young and motivated man made his way to Karlsburg. A feeling of inevitability entombed the young man as he made his way to the keep, approaching each step with a certain hopefulness. A form of pride overtook him as he entered the throne room, he was going to be the one to bring an end to the years of suffering and death of both Eagle and Crow, yet this was not to be the case.

 

The man left the keep with a sense of accomplishment and triumph, having had a successful dialogue with his cousin, the Northern King, yet unbeknownst to him, an assailant lay in waiting.

 

The bolt found its mark, the young man fell to his knees, blood discharging from his back - grounded. The assassin was quick to finish the job, pieces of skull and a trail of blood lining the streets of the city.

 

His body lay in the snow, having been dragged outside of the city, albeit blemished and reddened. His blue eyes becoming icy, glass-like.


Meric Staunton-Hearth was dead.

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When the news reached the King of Courland rage filled his heart, the promise he made to his late father, that no Courlander should ever fall to the blade of a northerner again had been shattered. In the royal throne room he paced back and forth like a madman, “MY NEPHEW?” he’d ball, “MY NEPHEW?”

 

He begins to send missives to all corners of Axios, making preparations for months to come.

 

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When the horrific news reached Annabel, she burst into a mess of tears, rage and madness. "Not Meric.." she repeated aloud a few times, pacing around her  room, "Not my brother," she'd pause, "It can't be true."

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"The assassin wasn't even a northman or part of the North. He basically came to get himself killed so a war could be declared. Kind of like when the Staunton tripped over a rock and killed himself and Courland declared war." says Felix Fitch.

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"Is this very nice or not very nice?" Paul says to himself.

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Ser James DeAuguste notices the cluster of men in arms and armor running in the streets, and follows the trail of men to the palace. As he hears the news, his mouth falls open, and says a silent prayer for the young man. "If this is cause for me to once again need to raise my blade, so be it. Ave Courland."

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The news would reach Loic de Savin, he'd then pace back-and-forth around his home, then shouting, "MY FRIEND, OH MY FRIEND!" he'd bellow, before shouting once more, "Damn you Haense, House de Savin will fight with Courland until the end!" 

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Bruce Vesperi would bow his head when he hears the news.  "May Haense be judged according to its deeds.  Courland will be the executioner." 

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From atop his bear in the streets of St. Karlsburg, a van Loden grits his teeth in thought.

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1 minute ago, mirofel9 said:

Bruce Vesperi would bow his head when he hears the news.  "May Haense be judged according to its deeds.  Courland will be the executioner." 

"You don't understand kind sir. Haense didn't kill him. A rogue man did" says Galahad

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"So some rouge kills a Staunton and they declare war? How delightful, they want to start a war even though a man who didn't represent Haense killed him." Viktor would frown "People of Axios, does it not strike you odd that he blames us all for the action of one man, that he would look for war when our kingdom commited no crime, I ask you to consider who is really in the right and who is the wrong."

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