Announcement of Death - 197 S.A.

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Announcement of Death

Issued in the year 197 S.A.

To the People of Ravenmire,

 

It is with great sadness that we within the Duchy of Blackworth announce the departure of Tiffany of Blackworth, the Duchess-Consort of Blackworth, from the realm of the living. She has gone forth to join her ancestors in the Seven Skies under the watchful eye of the Almighty GOD. We within the House of Haverlock mourn for the loss of such a bright figure within Blackworthian and Ravenmirian society, and she shall be missed deeply by her loved ones. 

 

Tiffany of Blackworth

152 S.A - 197 S.A

 

Signed,

Henry Arthur Haverlock

 

 

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Esfir, though she had only met the Duchess once, prayed for her soul. "A dobry woman.." She lamented. "Ea only hope she rests well."

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Emony lowered her head as she saw the missive, the memories of the night rushed back to her. How she had tried and failed to save the life of the duchess. The life of her friend. Tears fell as she gripped the paper tightly, causing the ink to blur with the added splotches. 

 

The goblin very much blamed herself for Tiffany's death, to spite the reassurances she had received to the contrary. She was, after all charged with keeping an eye on her. 

 

The guilt weighed heavily upon Emony's shoulders. 

 

"Eff Mi wuz faztur... ef Mi wuz uh bettur zhomo..." 

 

Above all, Emony mourned the loss of a dear friend.

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Aleamme Thibault, a resident of Blackworth, read the mournful missive before resting the parchment upon his desk and signed the Lorraine Cross towards the sky; hoping Tiffany would notice the gesture. “It was an honor to meet tu, mon duchesse. May tu rest peacefully in le Seven Skies.” He whispered as he prepared a small journal and draped it in a black cloth, he would soon set it outside the Haverlock Keep for the community to leave words of comfort for the grieving Ducal Family.

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Olenna Katerina Haverlock traced her pen over the missive as it was passed to her, a deep frown settling upon her features. She had read it over and over following the death of her friend. Her first friend in Blackworth. Tears spilled from under her mask and down her cheek, leaving droplets upon the paper in her hands. "Poor Tiffany... God rest your sweet soul."