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The Crow Flies No Longer [PK]


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The Daughter of Ostrobor Carrion and Vesna Valic, Vesna the Younger, also known as Valerie Vesnic traversed high Mont St. Catherine, looking down to the City of her mother’s namesake, Ves.

Thoughts raced through her mind... of the Sacking of Ves, the War of the Two Emperors, and the war that was soon to come... 

Nearing the summit of the peak, she gazed out to the world around her... she looked west to the Orenian Empire, she looked east to Curonia, then she looked back down to the beautiful, the stunning, the City of Ves.

She, without looking slipped off a rock... plummeting to her doom...

There, the Daughter of Vesna and Ostrobor, the sister of Chekhov & Rubert, the half-sister to Casimir & Kasimir fell to her death..the woman had been through much trauma in her life, witness to the tragedy of war, and the fast-changing political landscape of the world.

Now, it was finally over.

 

 


 

REST IN PEACE, VESNA THE YOUNGER.

1692-1725

OOC: ((Pk’d because I didn’t like playing her anymore, and I had nothing to do with her anyway))

 


 

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Kasimir and Casimir Carrion welcome their sister to the seven skies.

 

“Eja Vesna! Have been waiting long time, have many stories to share and tales to tell!” they’d say, hurrying her along the clouds to their ancestors.

 

Henry Sarkozic on the other hand mourns, his childhood crush who dubbed him ‘the cutie’ of Leuven was dead.

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Upon hearing the news, Matthias Rutledge remains idle in his study, rapping against the desk. He reaches for a book in his drawer, a journal that which opens far too often. He flips to the third page, quietly jotting down the name ‘Vesna The Younger’ and thus adding to the list of people he gets to see in the Seven Skies.

 

The Southeron frowns deeply, perturbed at the ever-growing length of this list. Just after the ink dried, he shut the book and set it back in his drawer.

 

“I wonder, who’s going to call me ‘chocolate chip’ now?”

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“A true adrian woman who deserved true adrian bread, it is sad to see you have passed,” Demetrio said solemnly, signing the lorraine across his chest.

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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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