THE LOTHARIAN INTERREGNUM

[LazyBacon220 600]

Nathannenel Eruedraith Constantine Novellen of Numenost, the now teen once known as Hadrian the Hero read over the missive, a sigh exited his lips. "Why do you still cling to this idea, frate?" The missive was neatly folded, Nathannenel walked towards the tavern, open flames shooting up in the fireplace. "The church was clear, they will seek anyone but you to lead. You are my blood, ai. I did not wish for this to come of past, but my people will not be led by a man who cannot keep to his faith." - "Seek your penance, John. Know that I still care for you. Let GOD guide your path or carve your own." At this, he tossed the missive into the flames, watching the edges blacken and curl, the paper glowing with heat. The inked words seemed to illuminate for a brief second before the missive crumbled into ashes. In the reflection of the fires, a tear was seen falling from Nathan's eye.

[Gutz 450]

Dust swirled into the air as the reins cracked sharply, bringing the beast to a slow halt. Paloma Galbraith, shaded beneath the brim of her worn hat, surveyed the desolate desert before her. "The time has come," she murmured, her voice resolute, "to take the Galbraith mantle more firmly and stand within Balianese society through this period of transition." With a determined motion, she tucked the notice into the folds of her chaps, the paper crinkling against the worn leather. She'd utter quickly before taking off in the direction of Balian: "I trust the church has made an educated decision on the matter - we can only progress from here."