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A Wolf's Last Howl


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A Wolf's Last Howl

 

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10th Wzuvar and Byvca, ES 285

 

It looked like a ghost was laying in Lerald’s bed. His pale skin was amplified by the moonlight falling through the window and his characteristic mustache left unkempt. Every breath that was taken caused a wheezing sound to fill the room alternated by the odd weak cough. Multiple physicians had paid him a visit over the past few days, but none could do anything but give him something for the pain. The news of the death of his pregnant daughter had left him weakened and illness was able to take him.

 

His family told him to stay strong and that he would be fine. He knew better. He felt the grip of death growing ever stronger and this time there would be no escaping it. He thought about his past life and the people of Haense who he always tried to serve. Some loved him, some hated him, most feared him. Nobody ever dared to say it to his face, but he knew what people were saying behind his back. “Plotter, murderer, traitor.” He never cared. The people feared him and that had been useful, but deep down he felt resentment. Had he not stepped up when the realm was in danger of being decimated? Had he not worked tirelessly to bring Haense back to its former glory? Had he not sacrificed his family life for the people of Haense? No. It was the Vyronov Conspiracy that the people talked about.

 

As the fever took over his mind forming coherent thoughts became increasingly difficult. Images spun through his mind, he saw Koeng Marius II shouting in anger before his vision turned and he walked out the doors of the Prikaz. He saw the body of Georg Alimar. The body of his brother Ulric, who lay at the bottom of the stairs. “I... I didn't... I didn’t... do it...” His breath sped up and the wheezing intensified before stopping completely.

 

 

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Lerald Vyronov, Lord Palatine of Haense and Duke of Carnatia, was dead.

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Katharina Vyronov welcomes her father to the skies above, finally able to be reunited with him.

 

Marjorie Vyronov burst into tears, unable to control herself. First her only sister, who was her main confidant, and now her father, who had raised her well ever since her mother’s death. It was too much for her to handle.

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Marius welcomes Lerald into the seven skies, knowing he didn’t commit any crimes. “They give you to much credit,” Marius jests to Lerald.

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Joren would slowly lower himself into a slump on his desk chair “It would seem yet another great man is lost.. A true shame” He’d mutter, his voice raspy from sorrow.

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Robert Vyronov stood beside his fathers' death bed as he looked at his father seeing he had passed as a few teardrops drop from the teenage boy.

“No.. do not leave, papaj. Please don’t go..come back...”

 

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Ser Henrik Ludovar welcomed Lerald in the seven skies.

“Welcome, cousin.”

 

 

 

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Sigmar plops down at his desk, defeated, and distraught. “A day before my wedding...he was a mentor to me. I only hope I can accomplish half of wha’ he did. Rest well Uncle, rest well.”

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Primrose Kortrevich stands at the doorway to Lerald’s chambers, leaning against the frame as she watches him take his last breaths. She frowns, hugging the cobblestone wall tightly to her. The man who had housed her after her late husband had died; had given her children a place to thrive and play, lay dying in his bed. She steps through the threshold, the skirts of her dressing gown rustling at her feet. As she nears his struggling figure, she gently brushes one of the frantic handmaidens aside, crouching by his bedside. She brings her fingers to her lips, kissing them lightly before resting them on his forehead. ”Sleep well, brother. You’ve done the best for our family any of us could’ve asked for. It’s time for you to reunite with your fallen loved ones. The children are safe with me.” At this, the dame turned on her heel, striding from the room to comfort the young ones.

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“Like your brother, you had faith in my abilities when few others did...” Ser Konrad Stafyr murmurs aloud while on a visit to the Vyronov family crypt.

 

He places a bouquet of flowers near Lerald and Ulric’s tombs out of respect for the two brothers, taking a deep breath as he steps away.

“...I know in my heart that you are innocent, Lerald.” He shifts his gaze up to the Seven Skies, forcing a soft smile as he knows his friend rests in the heavens above.

“And for what it’s worth, I know that Georg did as well. Rest in peace, my friend, and thank you once again... For everything.”

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Lotte smiles and offering a hand down to Lerald,welcoming him to the seven skies. “It’s been long time old friend.”

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Ilkazar, a man who was never afraid of the idler Lerald, and very openly told the man what he thought of him, Is over joyed at at the news of his demise, praying a more active, and present Palatine takes his place.

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Upon hearing the news James Percival Suffolk would frown, fondly remembering the Lord Palatine, whom he never really had the chance to know.

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Karl Vyronov looks over his fathers body with a cold expression on his face. He had not expected his father to fall so soon to his illness and he was not fully prepared for the task that now faced him. He paced around the room for a few minutes sharing looks with his distraught kin before leaving the room. “I’ll be back soon.” He said to his family. “Gather everyone together so that we all might go together to swear our fealty to the King.” 

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