ncarr 2235 Share Posted December 2, 2020 A young girl sits at the end of her bed within the Providencian Palace. Vespira d'Emyth balls up the missive, throwing it in the corner of the room (right next to the missive on courtly fashion and etiquette). She emits a deep huff thinking back to the events just a few saint's days ago. She clutches her eye that she is so lucky to have. While some may feel anger for the girls who had attacked her just a few days ago, the young d'Emyth girl only feels numb, with only a small glimpse of sorrow inside of her. She isn't angry at the girls for what they did, but only hopes they make it out okay. As the girl ponders all the events that have happened to her the teen begins to scribe a long letter of sorts in her quarters- only small mumbles escaping her as she writes. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mannyy 934 Share Posted December 2, 2020 Elijah Alexander d'Emyth is content. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
garentoft 8352 Share Posted December 2, 2020 The young Barbanov signed off his final letter to Emma with a sentence he seldom used. Ea lifst tea, the Haeseni phrase for: I love you. Of course, he had not meant it in the usual way, but rather as the ultimate love of a friend, one that he forgave for all her flaws, crimes, and sins, even when no one else would have. Emma had been his first friend, the first person he had trusted with who he really was. And though the times that they spoke had become fewer and fewer, there was rarely a day where the thought of Emma did not cross his mind. He often found himself wondering what she was up to in Oren, wishing that he would take the initiative to write to her like they used to. He hadn’t seen her in a few years when she arrived in Karosgrad, an entirely different Emma from who she used to be. She was sunken, cold, dead, and defeated. The Emma that approached him at the stairs leading to the Nirakala Prikaz seemed to lack everything that he had seen in Emma years prior, yet he knew that she was still in there, somewhere. She had told him everything, and that was the only thing on his mind as he sat idly at the meeting of the Knight’s table, the words spoken by his fellow squires and the Knights were nothing to him, he did not register them at all. Emma’s will and her letters still rested on his desk, he knew that he would have to deliver them eventually, nevertheless he hoped hopelessly that Emma would return to Karosgrad, unscatched and the person he once knew her to be. As the meeting ended, Franz slinked past the crowd of squires and knights, making his way to the gardens. There, he crumbled to the ground as an uncontrollable stream of tears began to flood from his eyes, and there he remained for many minutes, if not hours. He waited for one thing, and one thing only. Finally, he pushed himself to stand again, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes. He turned to the Hydrangea flowers, and smiled at the brown-haired girl there. Her white dress was drenched in mud, and her pale blue eyes turned to her as she smiled back. 15 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
latte 1310 Share Posted December 2, 2020 A dead Araminta Elouise d'Emyth rolls her eyes from the seven skies. "how dramatic." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheCapybara 1803 Share Posted December 2, 2020 "Finally the ***** of a nun is dead, how dare she live with her disgusting life. Perish, she has perished that whorish nun, she was no nun but a devil in disguise~!" She'd slam her hand on the table while she spoke to herself, Leana d'Emyth, was upset and angered but finally pleased that the villain was dead. Leana was clearly not herself, she was filled with rage still... and forever. "Finally justice for me... I wish her to be fine but. She is evil and will never see light nor love ever again." Said the dead Sabrina Kovachev in the seven skies with so many of her relatives and friends from the past. The woman sighed, shedding a tear, knowing she died so soonly, but felt so good knowing her killer was dead. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zanthuz 1835 Share Posted December 2, 2020 A depressive, wide spanning cloud that encompassed Eirik Baruch the vast majority of his life quickly vacated away from his surroundings as he soon learnt news of his wife, Majorie’s convenient bloodshed. Eirik’s possessive crotchety demeanor that had afflicted him his entire adult life was primarily attributed to the union between him and his excuse for a wife. Following the exceptional news, an overbearing sense of elation emerged from within Eirik as he finally escaped his bewildered sixty-six year old marriage with his overly-sensitive flooze of a spouse. Sooner than anyone had expected, he descended down the stairs of the Baruch Estate and made way to the bustling Old Stout Crows Pub to begin his search for remarriage at the youthful age of eighty-seven! "It's abou't fookin' time yer mametr kicke'd t'he damn pail!" Eirik Baruch to Lerald Baruch 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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