[PK] A Story cut short

[PrincessSnowie 539]

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[Eryane 3698]

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[seannie 7443]

Maxim of Attenlund casts a glance to the deceased corpse of the Imperial Heir - shaking his head in disappointment. He kept silent as his Haeseni peers conversed within the resting place of the Prince.

[Guest]

Dima Ivanovich, a scion of the Carrion blood that coursed through the Imperial Prince's own veins whipped out his old instrument from his Imperial Academy days.

 

A man of little emotion, he still felt moved enough to play one last sad, sad sonnet on his tuba to honor the passing of the fallen warrior.

 

 

[garentoft 9265]

Franz Leopold, the Oracle of Maenvestiyaeo, continued to march around the table within the confines of his ruined home. There lay a body upon the table, covered in a white sheet. He had earlier removed it from the King's Office, to clean it and offer it a proper burial. He had thought then, that it the body of a random man, who somehow had placed in the King's Office as a threat. But the riders that had come upon his home had given him different news, and so he stood there, staring at a cleaned body of Philip Aurelian, pondering what the right to do was.

 

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you were always a good friend to me while we were both in oren, shame to see you go

 

[MRCHENN 4741]

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Been a pleasure to know you over the past one and a half years, ever since I joined Helena. Wish you the best in your irl pursuits and hope you stay in touch!

 

[Lhindir_ 3691]

07 bro.

[Borin 7646]

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[Azie 657]

A youth of Huntshill pranced about her estate in her usual mannerism, her childlike demeanor still quite apparent despite the rising news of war. News soon spread to Annabelle Augusta of HIH Philip Aurelian, her grandfather whom she had yet to officially meet. With her age still in adolescence, an arched brow formed as she sought to find her father and mother. "Papa? Mama?" The red-haired girl queried, tugging sleeves with a puzzled countenance.

@FredrickTeufel@MapleSunflower 

[Benjikhei 698]

"The story feels off, doesn't it?"
Remarked a man to himself within the comfort of a manor in the Imperial Crownlands, smoking a cigarette and spraying smoke and ash. everywhere as he continued to rasp on "Sometimes things just don't go the way they were meant to, and it's heartbreaking." He'd comfort himself, signing a holy Lorraine 'cross his chest and staring out into the farms from his window, a horrid cackle then followed "Pray they have mercy on you, Phillip." 

 

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It's a shame man, you've done so much for us all and we do appreciate it.
I'll never forget those good days in Helena where we first met :)
Hope you keep well, and hope we talk again sometime

 

[Jokinghills 825]

Captain Quinn Darkwood would note down a name in a book and note to his comrades in the 2nd "Another talented life fades away, salute in respect" he would pause for a second and note to himself "Damn it all, must the world be so cruel?" 

[Iudaes 1095]

James, nephew to the good Philip Aurelian, meandered down the roads of New Providence that night to attend a ball held at the Palace. A light smile clear upon his visage, it was to be a night of rest and of jovial celebration, one which he had anticipated for many a week since its announcement. With great anticipation did he make his way up the steps, brushing down his coat and fixing the cuffs, only to be met by the looks of solemn servants whose gaze, once downcast to the ground, were only broken from such stones by the prince's arrival. 

 

Minutes later, his smile was gone, and yet, no tears nor a frown were in its place. There was only sadness. Too was the Temesch gone, departed from the newly built Palace, walking with heavy foot towards the Basilica as if the whole weight of the world had come to bear down on his heart. There would be no celebration that night. He was to pray. To pray for the soul of the uncle who he had cherished so dearly.

[Samson Option 9652]

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Drop a line if you ever want to chill, want IRL recommendations with whatever your pursuits are, or anything else. Say 'Hi' to Maur for me. Kick you feet up, don't pay any mind to the bullshit, and take it easy!

 

[Axelu 4333]

The matured Holy Dame Helena Augusta, sister in law to the late Duke of Adria, paid her respects from oversea. “You were a victim of our duties. Know that with God, Philip, you need not worry anymore. You are free.” At that, The Countess of Temesch sought out her youngest son, James, so they could converse a while.

[Minuvas 3193]

The Vice-Chancellor penned the announcement to the Government, seeing his Archchancellor in a state of mourning. @VIROS 

 

"All Government Employees of our most Holy Orenian Empire are given the day off. The flag is to be flown at half-mast for the coming year, The Crown Prince is dead."

 

The short missive was signed, and sent to all members of the Government. 

 

He would sit in his office, between the Void and the war - he had barely any time to mourn. He had just seen a Sedanite to this death that mourning. He could, would not, be pulled into the murkiness of death and despair - the State require the same excellence of execution today as it did yesterday. 

 

GOD save us, the EMPEROR protect us...he would say to himself.