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THE ESROVA PRIKAZ COURT


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Fabian Kortrevich clinks a celebratory bottle of Carrion with the Koenas in a rare moment of reprieve after all their hard work. After years of debates; discussions; proposals; drafts and drafts again — the flame lit so long ago is at last catching. 

 

And even so. This moment will be his last rest before departing on an unexplained hunt for the next few Saints’ Days; he is, after all, never idle. 

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In a small room, Edmon Morozov looked upon the missive with a wide grin. "Ag so a new age begins. Yam glad to be working for the Esrova Prikaz Court."  The butler set down the paper, and went off to begin cleaning up the Palace.

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11 minutes ago, critter said:

Fabian Kortrevich clinks a celebratory bottle of Carrion with the Koenas in a rare moment of reprieve after all their hard work. After years of debates; discussions; proposals; drafts and drafts again — the flame lit so long ago is at last catching. 

 

And even so. This moment will be his last rest before departing on an unexplained hunt for the next few Saints’ Days; he is, after all, never idle. 

Fabian promptly realizes the court jeweler is not in the chart just after getting beyond Valdev’s gates, and turns his horse around. 
 

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Sat at his desk, Haus Weiss-Vuiller picks up the missive and reads through it. A tired smile graces his features as he reads through it, proud of the work of his dearest friends Fabian and Amaya - a smile that promptly fading as he reaches the section concerning his office, and a particular alchemist.

 

In a near panic, he grabs the nearest scraps of parchment he can and pens letters to the Court Alchemist and Court Astrologer - quickly sending them off with birds as he sits back down at his desk. He runs his hands over his face, silently debating how he's going to handle this new organization, as a laugh  sounds from just over his shoulder. He hefts the nearest thing of weight - a paperweight - over his shoulder. It clatters to the floor - nothing was there. 

 

Nothing ever is.

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2 hours ago, critter said:

Fabian promptly realizes the court jeweler is not in the chart just after getting beyond Valdev’s gates, and turns his horse around. 
 

@DahStalker

Elia Eryka stands at the gates with a loaded crossbow, awaiting for the return of the Grand Lord just over yonder.

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1 hour ago, PrimnyaQuorum said:

Sat at his desk, Haus Weiss-Vuiller picks up the missive and reads through it. A tired smile graces his features as he reads through it, proud of the work of his dearest friends Fabian and Amaya - a smile that promptly fading as he reaches the section concerning his office, and a particular alchemist.

 

In a near panic, he grabs the nearest scraps of parchment he can and pens letters to the Court Alchemist and Court Astrologer - quickly sending them off with birds as he sits back down at his desk. He runs his hands over his face, silently debating how he's going to handle this new organization, as a laugh  sounds from just over his shoulder. He hefts the nearest thing of weight - a paperweight - over his shoulder. It clatters to the floor - nothing was there. 

 

Nothing ever is.

Fabian, having snuck into the city of Valdev to avoid the loaded bolt of a woman scorned, wonders if he remembered to tell Haus the deal he brokered with a certain Lady Alchemist. 

 

He is less concerned about the astrologer, given he knows for a fact he didn’t tell either man. 

 

Fabian is a man of many ideas. He is also one who causes many problems: some of them, willfully. 

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