Jump to content

Notice from the Nikirala Prikaz


Recommended Posts

Dame Emelya Eloise Kortrevich held her sheathed sword over her lap, reflecting on what her liege had said at the previous Knight's Table, and the talk they had a few days prior, "Yam szam, Vyr Majesty... Ea hope vy are able to decide soon." A teardrop traced it's way down the Dame's cheek, falling onto the guard of her blade, dancing about the edges of the Kortrevich family motto 'With Duty Comes Honor' etched in shimmering starsteel before landing upon the floor of Jerovitz.

Link to post
Share on other sites

         Ser Abraham f u c k i n g cries for one of his remaining friends that he has served for so long. First Yvo, Isabel, Petra.. now Sigismund. "Not again, please, Ea am running out of friends.."

Link to post
Share on other sites

Maya, the youngest of the king, locked herself away in tears. She hated the whole ordeal. 

Link to post
Share on other sites

Ser Reinhardt Barclay stood watch over one of the main entrances to the private section of the palace. As he stood watch he said a silent prayer to Gott that He would deliver his friend from pain, BUT the Knight Paramount’s thoughts drifted to final knights table his majesty had attended with his loyal men at arms. Ser Reinhardt thought over what the king had asked of his knights, and the answer he had given to Sigismund. Under his breath, the Knight Commander muttered “Ich hope du made dein choice, mein fruend… if du have, then tell give us ein sign… so we can know the answer..”

Link to post
Share on other sites

Johann Ludovar sighed deeply before looking away from the missive "This is one bet Ea did niet want to win"

Link to post
Share on other sites

Adrianna Darkwood, Surgeon General of Haense and the closest of many personal physicians tending him, works tirelessly throughout the days and nights to keep the King comfortable and as healthy as possible. Although all may be futile.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Ser Walton stands vigil at the doors to the Kings bedroom.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Klara Elizaveta trembles as she holds her son, Andrei Sigismund close to her. She had left Jerovitz early, the heartache of her father's condition too much to bear. "It's too soon... too soon, Papej. Do niet leave us yet..." She whispered as tears fell.

Link to post
Share on other sites

 Share

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...