critter 2470 Share Posted August 12, 2023 ISSUED BY THE CLERC de le PARTELE On this 5th day of GRONNA ag DROBBA of 490 E.S. IV JOVEO MAAN Spoiler Nine years prior to this writ, SERGEI NIKOLAI KORTREVICH, the youngest brother of the Countess, went missing from the Royal Capital of Valdev. It was the suspicion of his family that Lord Sergei had been taken by the forsaken bastard VIRGIL, but it was not until this very morn that the young Kortrevich’s remains were left in ruin and rot upon the gates of the Palace. The forsaken bastard left his claim upon this crime, this desecration of our blood, without shame; without fear; without remorse. We have not forgotten the other wrongs of the man once named Virgil. He maimed the Lady Astrid Colborn, the very act which first spurned his disownment. He enacts cruelty upon a whim, threatens the children of his betters. He is less man than beast; more sinner than flesh; no more a brother to our good and dutiful family than the wolf is to the flock which it torments. His blood is that of the TURNCOAT, and it is with as much remorse as the treacherous blot upon our lineage himself holds that the Countess Ileana Stefaniya Kortrevich and her Archivist Fabian Otto d’Arkent-Kortrevich so decree – not as a Peer of the Realm and her dutiful, but as KIN WRONGED: A MAD DOG MUST BE PUT DOWN. We so lay our claim upon the head of the TURNCOAT, and extend our hand to the good HOUSE COLBORN to join us in this pursuit. No other is asked or invited to spill the blood of the TURNCOAT, and woe to those who would impede us. Any information regarding his whereabouts will be rewarded with the favor of our family. SIGNÉE PAR, THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, Ileana Stefaniya Kortrevich, Countess of Jerovitz, Viscountess of Krusev and Baroness of Koravia HIS EXCELLENCY, Fabian Otto d’Arkent-Kortrevich, Archivist to the House WITH DUTY, COMES HONOR 29 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Angeliqz 146 Share Posted August 12, 2023 Somewhere in a distant land, the earth begins to churn. An ancient wrath, wrought upon years of Kortrevich wrong strikes a hand through to the air, sunken eyes observing upon a desolate location. Perhaps, for some time the spirits of the past have rested peacefully. In good faith, they have cast from this plane in fear- and in satisfaction. No longerA bull stained red: the ancient spirit of Kortrevich walks again. Soon, as the clouds meet the rooftops in anguish, it will arrive to scour the land and make dues done with age-old vengeance. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Damnit_Delmar 1076 Share Posted August 12, 2023 One of those very same wolves looked to the missive, a grin coming to spread upon the mans withered features, his large form hunched as he looked to various forces around him. "He has done well, that student of mine." The papers would be flung into low embers, catching alight as he began to make his way to that tomb. "Let us see what the Bastard Butcher will bring them in these coming days." His ivory palms would rise, resting upon the heavy doors, before he slowly pushed them open. It was time for the Craftsman to create something new. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
JuztLizzy 360 Share Posted August 12, 2023 A certain Forsaken Bastard sat against the same stone cold walls that Sergei was killed against, his blood stains still present. The man stared down at the missive with those emotionless eyes of his, even more tired looking than before. "So, vy have found eam little gift and return to eam with one of vyr own. How sweet" The man crumbled the parchement in his hand, tossing it to the side. He stood and grabbed his sword, tying it to the belt at his waist, walking out into that world which denied him, " Let the fun Begin..." 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CopOwl 1668 Share Posted August 12, 2023 The Countess of Malkovya, Anabel Elia Colborn, reads the call to action with grim eyes. "What he did to my dear, sweet brodirsdottir - Astrid - I can never forgive. She was but a child..." She frowns heavily, pausing in her writing for a moment to think deeply on the sickly state of her beloved cousin. The aging woman's brows furrow, "We shall have to think about the Kortreviches' offer..." She murmurs, preparing to jot out a note to distribute among the Colborn House. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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