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The Fate of the Second Sons


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Sir Gwendel Vilac would have heard of the news somehow.. looking up at the sun as he spoke "Until the sun settles for the last time..."  He placed his hammer to the ground looking forward "Ave, Constanz the truthful" a hood was then pulled over his head, his trusted hammer left behind as he vanished into the livily place before him

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1 minute ago, Mio said:

Marius Audemar sat on the edge of the bed, and stared down absently at the scabbarded Raevsblade Svjetlast across his lap. That blade had cut through swathes of Petrans to secure Valfleur for the loyalist cause, and it hadn't faltered once during the battle. He stared at the grooves of the scabbard's leather, his eyes unseeing as the words of Constanz's challenge reverberated in his head. 

Marius had little respect for the man, and certainly no love. And yet ... 


I took so much from you,
he thought wistfully as he ran a gentle hand along the length of the scabbarded sword.
The least I can give you is a worthy death.

Greg has nightmares of his abandonment during the battle. (Not that he remembers it, of course.)

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Wolfgang de Vilain thought it was quite peculiar that Constantine only NOW decided that he wanted to duel Marius to the death, only after he lost. He simply chuckled, sneaking a piece of bread from his wife's bakery.

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2 minutes ago, Greehn said:

Wolfgang de Vilain thought it was quite peculiar that Constantine only NOW decided that he wanted to duel Marius to the death, only after he lost. He simply chuckled, sneaking a piece of bread from his wife's bakery.


Anne, the wife in mention, had recently moved in Vafleur's bakery. The little birch sign that read 'Little Acre' swung in the Petran winds as the smell of sourdough bread trailed by. "He's got some nerve, that's for sure..." The redhead muttered.

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Renilde's brows drew together as she read the missive, her face contorting from anger, to humor, to sadness and back again while she absorbed the information - most of which being new information she'd never known about herself, otherwise known as lies. She looked to Marius, her discovered paramour, then back to the missive before crumpling it up in a rage. "He should have proposed a duel originally, not after he disgraced himself and those dumb enough to follow him! No, no, no, you aren't fighting him. We've already defeated the man once - well, three times, actually. Enough is enough!"

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Laetitia Henrietta, though purely neutral in the matter, would have heard the news by accident through her familial ties to Constanz's Round Table -- as she was staying at camp in hopes of finding adventure (in other words, jewelry and other trinkets to purchase.) 

 

The former seamstress, who moments before had been peacefully feeding leftover scraps of meat and fish to the many stray cats present in the area; would gasp and look up in response to the words uttered.

 

"May the best man win." Was all she had to say, shaking her head as she tossed a final scrap of tuna to the cats.

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Elowyn of Petra, daughter of Constanz, continued to cry and cry in her Pa's arms. To learn that he may leave her... It broke her heart. The deaths she has seen in such short time of her life. She ever wonders if age eight will be as tough as her life as been... the loss of a Mother, and perhaps the loss of a Father.

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"Constanz... Are you out of your mind? We have lost everything! We don't want you to lose your head too! It's enough, Constanz! Let us just start a new page!" Ser Emir called out to him as he kept a hold of him, as if he was fearful for his life more than his own.

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Louis Valencour d’Azor would look to his best friend as the silence continued for moments longer. He observed the finished letter before before they as head finally spoke, “Where did it all go wrong?” He asked back. Louis stood to his feet as he swifter to pour two glasses of wine before the pair. “Regardless. We shall drink tonight, and tomorrow I shall follow you my brother. “

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Ser Lucien Ashford de Rouen watched Conquest, the boom-steel blade King Frederick once wielded in battle. The wear and tear of the weapon was immense due to the civil war. He then looked over to his father, Edmond of Blackwald and handed him the missive. "Read over it father, I'm going to show the missive to the Novellen children." Said Lucien as he exited the fort, a copy of the missive in his hand.

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Vanhart the Carrot enjoyed a rare moment of silence as he sat on the riverbanks of the Staal Eada - which fed into the Petra further south - as the setting sun bathed Reinmar in sharp shadows and burnt gold.

 

It was a fitting penance for both men.

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He could not muster another word, hand trembling as Constanz made his intentions known to the council. War had descended upon Albert without warning, tearing at the boy's life and destroying all chance he had at a peaceful childhood. And so, in the time it had taken for men to draw their swords, the young lord had taken pen to paper, chastising those he believed had abandoned the Commonwealth. Who left him and his siblings to be preyed upon by the mercenaries and brigands who let Valfleur's streets run red with blood.

 

The temptation... No, the need to do something! Anything in the face of it all! It oft' swept away the juvenile's apprehension, bringing forth on rare occasions the eloquence he had lacked for so many years. But though his heart burned with the fires of his new-found confidence, nothing could replace the childish innocence that had been cast to the void.

Men whispered in Albert's ear, telling him what they thought he wanted to hear. He heeded their counsel, but could never truly open himself up in return. The young lord of the Petra was all but alone. He had already lost his Mother...

Would he also lose his Father?

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Malnourished Savoyard stopped during his journey as the word reached him, he cackled in a demeanor befitting a man of pure insanity. "A songworthy battle; a duel for the ages." He uttered before trotting forward, resuming the path he had undertaken.

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