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The hero named Goran Wick would spend the next many days in Enswerp, tending to the health of the Countess of Enswerp. He would remain humble in the spotlight, not showing his face or bragging of his valorous actions, his is from the house of Saint Rudolph after all.

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Lorelei smiled faintly as she opened her eyes in her bedchamber, her gaze meeting Goran's. "It could have ended worse..." she whispered, reaching for his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "We both could have lost our lives, but we didn't. I pray for those who were hurt worse than I." She looked down, a pained expression crossing her face, and squeezed his hand tighter, seeking comfort in his presence.

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Disgusted was Calaron Wick as news of the attack reached him. A prayer for his brother was followed by a slew of curses.

 

“Those dogs of the republic would spit upon Horen’s bounty. Great men must lead great men, though it appears the blind lead the blind in Salvo.”

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The mother of the diet’s scribe was left aghast in horror. Without hesitation, she penned letters to both the Royal couple and her son, with both her condolences for the meeting’s derailment and relief that all were safe. With a few contemplative murmurs to herself, Esfir began to seek out a temporary guard for Malcolm, should such a terrible occasion happen again!

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President Levi Summers came armed with everything but luck. Bombs went off in the crowd, shots fired at frozen men and women - yet only those in the rafters away from the carnage perished. It was a dark day... But this dark day would become the never ending night in which the Nobility of Aaun would be doomed to, the President having escaped the bloodbath!

 

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Pardon any of my OOC frustration, used a ton of ST items and spent a long time on this RPly for it to be of no outward consequence - I just hope those involved had fun!

 

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George Charles Aldersberg stumbled out of the Town Hall, blood dripping from his hand, his surcoat torn, his breaths ragged from the lingering alchemical fumes that curled smoke from his lips. Confused yet unyielding, he leaned briefly against a column, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. “Is this what they have resorted to?” he said with a hoarse voice. “Cowards spilling blood to shatter unity. They will answer for this treachery.”

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1 minute ago, Publius said:

 

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Pardon any of my OOC frustration, used a ton of ST items and spent a long time on this RPly for it to be of no outward consequence - I just hope those involved had fun!

 

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It's okay friend, the Wick men are down multiple as well 😟

 

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Joseph Frederick did ponder the threat of assassination late into the night. Though his bed was soft and pleasant, sleep fled him, for the specter of death gnawed at his thoughts. He had emerged from the fray with little harm, yet the unsettling knowledge of the plot lingered, weighing heavily upon his mind. Only when the hours had stretched long and his exhaustion grew too great to resist did slumber at last claim him.

 

The next morning, when the dawn broke at last, Joseph rose with resolve, determined to muster a force—however rudimentary—to safeguard the Prince and Princess.

 

 

 

 

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The aforementioned scribe, Malcolm d'Arkent was proud of his work being published but was also scared an attempt like this would happen again. Worried for Prince Edward, the one who had seen something in him to make him want to make Malcolm his ward. Worried for Edward's safety, and his life. Malcolm had just lost his father to sickness, he just couldn't lose his ward master too. "The Salvians won't get out of this without consequences..." He thought to himself, the young boy was resolute to do everything he could to protect his friends.

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Jhonny Konigsberg lights a cigar, finally finding a cause worth fighting for. Placing his Saint Caius prayer book in his lap, he mutters a small prayer to Saint Nafis to lead him in this rebellion as his forefathers in the Great Konigsberg Republic once did against Delaney.

 

“The bells of liberty will be rung once again against the tyranny of those that abuse the rights of man.” 

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Arya, having been healed completely unscarred through God's will after the situation, read the missive quietly. "A shamble, a mess," her hand brushed over her eye, exhaustion washing over her. 

"There will be a better future, we will not crumble to a mere act such as this." 

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Bon'Ox reads through the missive, having taken some intrest in Aaun's current climate.
The goblin let's out a hum.
"Oh ahn Diet!" the goblin notes to himself outloud. "Ahn Diet iz ahn bub'hozh wai to remedy any illnezzez within' da kountry." he then reads the last phrase and raises his brow "Republicanz? There too??"

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"Somehow, Aaun will survive." Muttered an elderly Ser Uther, who over the course of the last century and a quarter, has uttered said phrase no less than four times.

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*Mother Valerie, will be still in her bed as she read the missive with a part of her face burned for the flame that came to her to. She didnt like how the diet goes but prefer to stay in her silence, maybe for the sadness or for the pain of foreign people destroying her peacefull Town.

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