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A BULL’S LAMENT

 


 


 

Aleksandr Kortrevich, or so he once called himself, found himself seated within one of the many, empty buildings situated within the Underdark. He had taken some time to explore the exotic depths of whichever desolate place he found himself in. He worried for the safety of his family;the safety of his betrothed and his own. He knew that he had failed to defend the Kongzem; he knew he wasn’t there to fight for those he held so dear. Aleksandr was no coward, but he was also one to avoid conflict whenever he could. 

 

When conflict breaks down the walls of the city you grew up in, however, there is no more running away. 

 

The siege of Savoy, the escape into the tunnels, Virgil’s death, Mariya’s betrayal. While it may not have been clear to those around him something had snapped within the future Baron of Mondstadt.

 

He found himself contemplating what had just occurred. Was he unreasonable, did he truly think his cousin was bringing shame upon his family? Whatever he may have thought of it now, it mattered little. Aleksandr knew Ileana wanted to speak to him, but what she had done was beyond forgiveness now. No longer a Kortrevich, he was given the shame of a bastard name….and for what? Because he stood up against a foul, murderous man he once called coz? Whatever Ileana or Sergei wanted to say to him, the damage had been done. He would never forgive the Countess for what she had done, to a Kortrevich who had given the family his all. Aleksandr could no longer stand by idly, he could no longer bring himself to run away from whatever conflict was brought towards him. No longer would he choose the path of cowardice, of excuses. If he were to become a Baron, something would have to change. He took a look at his mace, a gift from Sterling. Aleksandr had never used a weapon until recently, he had never wanted to use one. Conflict worried him, the mere idea of being forced to harm another individual frightened him…at least, it used to. When he came face to face with Virgil, something truly snapped within him.

 

He rose up, setting out to explore the vast Underdark as he had done many times before.

 

 


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The cool, although desolate environment offered him some peace of mind. Back in Jerovitz, Aleksandr would often find himself wandering around the vast fields surrounding the County. Nature always calmed him down, and the caverns surrounding him were no different. He sat himself down upon a nearby rock, looking down at the armor Nataliya had gifted him. He never expected himself to be donning blue, but he would never find himself wearing red again either. Perhaps Yankova was right after all. Perhaps Aleksandr was too invested in his family; perhaps he was too blind to see the injustices all around him. The Kortrevich name was no longer his, but soon Amador would be. That thought wasthe only thing still comforting a man who had pushed nearly all those dear to him away. He could no longer bring himself to speak to Ileana, nor would he ever call himself a Kortrevich ever again. Everything he had ever done he did with the best intent for his family, he had dedicated his whole life to caring and worrying about them. One by one, they vanished. One by one, Aleksandr lost those closest to his heart.

 

He knew he had brought hurt upon Sergei, the things he said in a fit of rage intended not to hurt his cousin, but to protect his family in the wake of disaster. He knew he found himself at a crossroads, where a new life awaited him. Was he truly ready to be Baron, or would he find himself running back to old habits? Whatever changes he would have to make, he knew one thing. He knew where his new family was, and who truly cared for his well-being. 

 

Only time would tell what path Aleksandr would walk in the end. Within the desolate depths of the Underdark only one thing became certain, he would never consider himself a Kortrevich ever again.

 


 

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NOD PEPEL, ASERE PODNIMAT’SYA

From Ashes, We Rise 

 

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Quick rp/character development post for Aleksandr about some events that took place this week!

 

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Fabian Kortrevich, thinking of no one particular family member, repeatedly and methodically thumps his forehead against a rough-hewn kitchen table in the sunny lands of Failor.

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7 minutes ago, Silurian said:

The Kortrevich name was no longer his, but soon Amador would be.

An Amador woman was more than happy to call him kin, even before the time came.

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Sterling wonders where he misplaced his mace.

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Ania Kortrevich stares blankly into the distance, truly without a single thought in her head

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Liridona Amador welcomes her newest in-law happily

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Edlynne Mara Amador carried her bunches of thread barren toys through the cavernous corridors of the Underdark, tears dappling her cheeks as she searched for her House

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