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A Crow's Final Sacrifice [PK Post]


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When word reached Duncan Kortrevich, he quickly snapped out of his day-to-day drunken stupor. His mind raced through all the memories of her; the time they traveled to Ves and he bought her her first drink at a young age, the time she called him a drunkard and he ignored her for months on end, the time he spent raising her, her wedding. He then thought back to all he missed; her first child, her knighting ceremony, comforting her when Ulric died, comforting her when Nikolaus died, her final days before she went on the dangerous expedition. “I Should’ve gone before ye prinzenas, save me a spot will ye?” he murmured to himself before sinking into a deep depression.

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Though they had never been friends, they had been comrades. For this reason Bottle would welcome Primrose into the Seven Skies to rest with the other honored dead of Haense.

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Ser Khroll’s face pales at the news, where the elder elven knight shed a single tear for Primrose. “Might you pass on to the seven skies, Sister. You shall be remembered.” 

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“We grow in number by the hour Nikolaus, don’t you agree?” mumbled a wailing spirit of Rodrik Kortrevich as the terrible news reached beyond mortal ears. Though he seemed rather grim, cold in visage – as if regretful of the past, the veil of memories ringing through his ears and orbs that casted his family to a different life. Adversity brought by the knight. Serenity earned by his peers, it was true that the Kortrevich stood. Without him, perhaps a dark-sheep to many, though he always kept somewhat of a keen eye for the younger ones. The day he donned the Dragon-plate he knew it would end harshly for those like Primrose, though he refused to let her die, he refused to follow that order. He wished the young Dame to keep striving forward. “Alas, some things are inevitable. You're not a child anymore...” he offered after her demise.

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Arianne Helvets clutched her Lorraine cross close to her chest, her fingers gripped it tight as she closed her eyes.  Her jaw clenched while a tear rolled down her cheek, thinking back on the days of her youth when the Dame gave Ari her first lessons with a blade.  “GOD guide you, Primrose...” the Helvetii woman uttered, signing the cross mournfully before releasing a quavering breath.  “I’ll never forget all that you’ve taught me; all that you’ve done to help me as a lost child.”

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“Ye made a damn good las’ stand lass.” Horik Volik would say upon welcoming her into the Seven Skies.

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Heinrik Sarkozy, squire to Primrose’s first husband sunk his head before the alter, uttering a prayer before finally saying “Svedinya, Primrose. The children of Ruska will hear the tale of the Great Dame Prim, she who lacks not in krum, find peace in death.” says, performing the Ruskan Cross before going about his business.

 

Harold Bell however welcomes Primrose, wondering why, yet understanding why she’d give up her life.

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Ser Bjolfr would watch the confrontation with the fellow Kortrevichs in the seven skies. “We raised her good, Nikolaus. You raised her good” he’d smile to his friend before motioning towards the gate to meet her

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”Good riddance” states Rickard Kortrevich, reading over the paper. 

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