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Bogdan  would salute Mikhail's grave with a tear in his eye. He bowed his head down to say a quick prayer for his fallen friend before pulling out a bottle of Carrion Black out of his satchel. He poured half of the contents the ground, drinking up the rest. “Old man left us too soon” : he'd say shaking his head. After another quiet moment, he turned on his heel and slowly marched off

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Dele Seregon was in mourning for her dear friend taken perhaps a bit too soon. Yet, she was reminded of just how fleeting and fickle fate could be. Be it elf, dwarf or man- when it was time to leave, you had no say in the matter. She had said aloud to ears no longer listening, between stifled tears and comforting of those present, that illness did not make him a weak man; it made him human- and he was the strongest man she’d ever known.

 

There is a violin played in his honor that night when she returns to Haelun’or, mournful and slow. It was known to bring tears to those who had heard the Physician play. 

                                       

Van’ayla, llir. Ay’Mikhail Svarogovich. 

 

 

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Andrik sat in his studies as the news of his loyal officers’ death came. The King would glance to his cup and filled it to the brink with Carrion Black before taking a few hefty swigs as he downed its content “I hope ye ave’ found rest now ye ugly *****” he’d glance out the window towards the evening sky and simply nod before returning back to work

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Aleksander stands next to the bed where Mikhail’s body was laid. He sighed and said to the crowd gathered in the room “Probably one of the greatest soldiers and definitely one of the biggest heroes in Lechian history passed away this night. We will always remember him no matter if it's across the sea in our home, or in Arcas. We should follow his example and do our best to make Mikhail Svarogovich stay in our memory forever." He then turned to the body and said with sorrowful gaze "We’ll meet again dear cousin, Lechia is not yet lost – as long as we live... After speaking, Aleksander cleared his throat and did the Landser Salute

 

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Wilheim laid a wreath in Mikhail’s grave in a sombre tone, standing before the earth while he looked down. He had a heavy sense of woe about him, while he thought about Mikhail’s demise with a sigh. In life, Mikhail was a headstrong man, going about his life. He valued his friends, and life. Mikhail was an amazing man to be around and Wilheim felt a profound sense of sadness while he watched the man die on his latest days. As he walked, he would shed a tear with the memories of Mikhail he remembered. unknown.png

All good memories made Wil’s heart pained while he remembered his old friend, but he wiped away his tears, imagining how Mikhail would not have wanted him to cry, but instead drink with a bunch of friends like the old days. 

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Even though that is what Mikhail would have wanted, Wilheim still felt a throbbing pain for his now passed comrade, and his mind wandered to the generation of men what were destroyed by the great war, even if they were not pulled through swords. unknown.png

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REST IN PEACE, MIKHAIL. TRULY A MADLAD.

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Aedan stood over the grave of Mikhail, shedding a quick tear as one of his mentor’s lay in the ground. He had only known Mikhail for a few years, but the older and wiser man had left his mark on the boy. Tapping his Warhammer quickly on the grave, he turned around, walking back to his home.

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Timothée would hear of the news, sighing deeply “A beard zat glorious could never live forever...”

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Illythia poured a drink for herself, thinking more on her friends- now only able to count the number of them to her hand.

 

 

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Andeosi would be drinking a small cup of Hot-Cocoa alone, as he reads the news.. his countenance soon dropping to dismay ”Here’s to you.. Mikhail. He’d softly murmur, finishing his drink as his trademark smile would be wiped away – Revealing a solemn frown.

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