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[PK] Faithful till the End


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Oddly, the young Adalia Morovar did not shed a single tear for her fallen father. Rather, she stared off into the distance in disbelief. While her demeanor remained stoic as ever, thoughts raced through the youth's mind. What was she to do now?

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Amity, youngest sister to Wilhelm, read the missive with her hands shaking, turning to go find Francisco.

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Karl III stood over the man's dead body, murmuring a silent prayer. He could not help but feel directly responsible. A man that had been loyal completely and utterly, who had not found his father's killer and yet had been further killed by a creature that was so alike what probably killed his father also. He gave a silent oath, aiming to kill the creature. After swearing such, he walked outside to find the creature dead.

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A von Audrick wiped the tears from her eyes, wishing she had never known this day had come. Though she was married and had children of her own, she always thought about her first love and how dearly she missed him. “Oh Vil, ich vish ich could’ve seen du vone last time.” She said to herself as she curled up in bed, grieving all of those whom she had lost. 

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Adalia Aleksandra fell to her knees, screaming out as the missive had been delivered to her. She refused to believe it had been true even though she’d been to see the body herself she could not and would not believe it - “This is a lie, Wilhelm promised he wouldn’t leave. He promised he wouldn’t break his promise he wouldn’t..” - She repeated to herself laying in once what was known as their bed and now only known as her own.. her cries muffled by the wall;  her children somewhat overheard her loud sobs.. @AnonymousAlexa 

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The Viscountess of Venzia lit up a candle for her fallen peer. She even planted a rose in her garden, honoring him.

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Maesie Morovar-Colborn receives the letter on what could very well be her death bed, the illness that has plagued her since her Lifstala stealing her life away even still. The letter is read to the half-delirious woman by her husband, Lorence Colborn, who she loves despite how constantly he would bicker with her most beloved borsa, Wilhelm. Upon hearing the news the woman springs up, only to collapse on her bedside as her aching body gives out beneath her, sobs racking her. Her mind flashes through all the moments with her Borsa, from jumping off the roof into his arms as a child, to when he got her the first and only dog she has had, Iris, who sits beside her even now, old age rendering her as unmoving as her owner. The final thought in her mind however before she collapses from grief in her weakened state is how she never did fully make up to her borsa, something she will regret for the rest of her life- though that may not be long.

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Sviatoslav read through the missive in sheer disbelief, a gut wrenching feeling overtaking the Marshal as one of his own had passed "May he rest easy" he mumbled to himself, laying the missive down uttering a few prayers before signing the Lorraine. "A proper ceremony shall be held in his memory."

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Lady Justiciar Adele Ludovar hears the news by the avenue of her militaristic daughter, Tatyana. She bows her head in respect for the fallen, lighting a candle on her desk that night. "Spasiba for vyr sacrifice in the name of Justice..."

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Baldrum Colborn stands above the dead Paleknight. Justice was served, Wilhelm's murderer was slain. And yet, that tingling feeling that the fight could have gone differently, and the lives of a good, faithful man might have been saved, that feeling persists. He was not satisfied with the results of this battle. All he could do was muttering a prayer for the dead Morovar.

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Atilan Bishop, bleeding and sweaty, would appear victorious, holding the head of the paleknight. And yet, Atilan didn't feel like a victor. He didn't feel that he just taken down a paleknight with the help of his fellow knights and BSK comrades. Instead, he touches his cuts shoulder and from there he overheard the cries and tears. And then, he realized what had happened as he overheard the news from those in the crowd. The Lord Morovar was dead. Atilan sighs and looks to the ceiling as if asking God why did this have to happen to the Lord Morovar. In quite tones due to the crowd around and him not wanting to be disrespectful to the grieving widow, he quietly utters a small prayer: "Lord Morovar, du died fighting and that saved my life. I wouldn't wouldn't be hear if it wasn't for you charging on at the paleknight, while I stood there unarmored and more exposed than normal in my prosecution clothes. You helped justice get done and killed a being that would have surely killed me, for getting it seen as guilty of its crimes. May godan bless du"

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Laurelie de Pelear would say a prayer for the fallen

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Arjen Oswald Morovar clutched his chef's knife in disbelief. "Atleast we could work our relationship out before mea borsa passed, thank vy Godan for that." Arjen shed one more tear as another one of his closest relatives bit the dust.

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"I hope you found peace, friend." The aged Prince removed his circlet, sparing some moments for his former brother-at-arms and a true Haenseman.

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