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Flight of a Crow


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”Ah, fair barman, we bring news from Reza...”

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It had been a quiet night at the Helbruke tavern, a blemish covered youth staffed the bar as all went away on business to Reza. Whatever boredom he had faced for remaining though, it beat what he would have faced if he had gone to his cousin’s palace...

 

Into the tavern stepped several men, seemingly relieved to be done with the day’s business – one recognized young Brube Barbanov manning the bar. Tense in expression, the man took a seat in front of him, leaned forth, and beckoned the boy closer as he offered to detail the court’s proceedings.

 

”Boy... You may wish to flee these lands – the King has called all Barbanovs born of your father illegitimate, and had your brother slain by a Knight for hurling insults in protest – Andrei, I think his name was.”

 

Dumbfounded, the chubby and acne ridden youth was unsure if this was a cruel jest – but then, the Leuven man produced a missive for him which detailed his misfortune. Such nearly made him weep in memory of his brother, almost scream in terror. For fear of betraying his identity to someone less sympathetic though, he simply continued to serve the patrons as they entered with a forlorn look.

 

Alone that night, the boy considered suicide. In his mind, there was not a doubt he would be slain. To many, he sent letters, pleading for help and asylum. Looking in the mirror, he wondered what chance he stood to survive.

 

Deep into the night, a sobbing boy could be heard upstairs at Helbruke.

 

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This is in response to this post, and hopefully leading towards a rly exciting character arc! I’ll be reaching out to several people to be helping develop the character during all this!

 

 

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Ser Henrik Ludovar lets out a laugh

“Nothing but peasants trying to play pretend. They claim to be the son of Petyr Josef Barbanov though the lad died at the age of twelve due to illness.”

 

 

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Miriusz, a peasant of Reza idly heard of the news, shaking his head.

Slaughtering mere boys and hunting down others.. What’ve we come to that we bow and are threatned by that... boys...

 

He sighed, shaking his head.

I shall look for them. More worthy people to follow than a King that hunts children.

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

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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