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A Loss of Our Own


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 A Loss of Our Own

 

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Issued by

Ser Viktor Ratispora

13th of the Snow’s Maiden, 1922


 

 


 

 

To The Raev, and the Citizens of Florentine,

 

It is with great pain and grieving hearts that we announce that one of our very own and beloved, Kazak Felden Creech has passed away.

 

 By what means the beloved Kazak passed away is unknown to us, though we implore that anyone who believes they have knowledge regarding what led up to his death to please reach out immediately.

 

For those who did not have the pleasure of meeting Felden, 

Felden was a loyal, loving, and selfless Strelt who had quite the hand for cooking though he overall lived a very quiet, admirable, and humble life.

 

So we ask that as you go about your day today, that you would take the time to reminisce upon the quiet life Felden Creech lived, and the legacy that he has left behind.


 

 


 


 

Signed,


 

Ser, Viktor Ratispora,

Knight of Vaska

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Much love to you @ShockShard! We've enjoyed your time with us in Vaska and we hope to enjoy the times to hopefully come!

Also, thanks @Kitomine with the format help :)

 

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Julietta Laurelai Haverlock helps her friend write the very sad missive, doing whatever she can to not only cheer him up but also make it the best missive possible for the recently passed man.

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Viktorias little arms folded over her chest, a halo of blonde curls around her as she stared down at the ground with a glower. "Y want Felden."

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The little lord Istvan sat down upon the chair in the tavern, his gaze upon the empty table and then to the empty seat before him. "Y miss soup vy cook...Felden...", He muttered as he then brought his gaze down to the table again, glaring at it. Oh, how he missed the delicious smell of beef soup that Felden would cook for him at the tavern...

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