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Owyn of Ravenmire consoled his grieving wife who had now lost his father, only soon after he lost both of his parents. Today was a day of revelation for the young Prince, yet its end was just right.

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Wide-eyed and stained in red, Alicent remained in a state of shock. "You think you'd know a guy you've known your entire life!" She screeched, upturning pillows and the like as she found a decent one to scream into.

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Holy Ser Vincenzo would read over the missive, his brow slowly arching as a scoff escaped him. "Huh… Thought Constantine was Ravenmire through and through. Guess not. Good riddance, I say." He'd roll the parchment back up, tucking it away before turning on his heel. With a few strides, he approached Holy Ser Peter, offering a curt nod and a rare smirk. Raising his gauntlet, he gave a firm thumbs up. "Good job, brother. One less weight on the shoulders of Canondom."

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Gaspard read over the missive, as he "what a fool" as he picked up his cane. . . .and called for his ships to be prepared, as well as calling his gates to be shut and locked  " Bloody Royals. . . why can't they enjoy peace. . .why, why must I bloody my hands once again. . .I pray for them".
 

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The old Alchemist, Joseph von Berkhoven, looked over the missive and gave a wide-eyed gasp of shock at what occurred “By the Flame! I am glad that Owyn is alright, but I am sure Anne is distraught with what has occurred…” He spoke with a sigh as he fixed his Animii monocle before he bowed his head in prayer for the protection of the Ravenstates and the royal couple.

 

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Once he had gotten home and was assisting his elderly father with packing their things, Arthur Helfgott was handed a missive by an Animii servant; his eyes widening and gave a whistle and drawn breath “Well then, that escalated quickly… I probably should have stayed around in case things went belly-up from Constantine’s revocation from the Prime Minister position..” He commented as he looked to his father, handing the missive to him.

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Diolinda enjoyed some well-earned rest after a day of following around Lady Constance and writing the letters that trickled out into the whole ordeal. While she was never quite a fan of the deaths of her fellow man, she was at least pleased to know Constantine would not bother her lady any longer. The quill used that day was stored away as a little token of luck that she would perhaps pull out for future service to her lady, or when she was ready to stir up trouble again.

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4 minutes ago, BlauRps said:

Once he had gotten home and was assisting his elderly father with packing their things, Arthur Helfgott was handed a missive by an Animii servant; his eyes widening and gave a whistle and drawn breath “Well then, that escalated quickly… I probably should have stayed around in case things went belly-up from Constantine’s revocation from the Prime Minister position..” He commented as he looked to his father, handing the missive to him.


The elderly Klaus von Berkhoven read over the missive that was handed to him. "F**king hell." Was the first words that came out of his mouth after reading and then looking to his son. "Staying 'round may have been a gutte call, but there was nein way for du t' know that was goin' t' happen, mein sohn. Our VATER GOTT will always have who he needs right where HE wants them."

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19 minutes ago, Jihnyny said:

Louis would go back to Númenost to tend to his average days as an average man;
finding his one moment of fame as the good Vestariel @Heartesyprotected him from any questions.


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“Keep moving, Mr. Savoie takes no questions this day. Stay behind the barrier!”

 

Calls the Knight, gauntleted hands raising upwards,

 

”WARLOCK, shield him from the court-sketcher! No pictures!”

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Holy Ser Peter 'The Bold' Rovare, as his former squire had now taken to calling him, sat on his throne, his hands and sword still bloody, the cries of his newborn sons fill the castle just as Constantine's death cries filled the mans ears. He had done his duty, but a man lay dead by his hands.... So Peter had survived yet another battle, but the costs grew ever higher. 

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Godefroy d'Amaury would wait at the gates of the Seven Skies in an attempt to see an old friend again, rolling up two cigars in preparation. Hours would pass until it became days then weeks of waiting before Godefroy realized that Constantine would never enter the Seven Skies. "I wonder what great sins he has committed that even GOD could not forgive" he took a drag of his cigar "Must've been the adultery...isn't that right Aloisa?" he would ask, blowing smoke into his wife's face.

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"The FLEEPER curse is an unfortunate plague upon the Heartlands... This is not a curable thing, we must endeavor to redirect it wisely...." a Mareno mused so to himself.

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Malna sat down in the tavern for just a moment, hearing the laughs and cheers of the men celebrating after the death... her nephew. No one else died, only him, he was violent, but everyone else who planned that coup is alive to the best of her knowledge.

 

They did this they did this they did this they did this they did this they did this they-

 

They didn't, and she knew it. Part of it was his fault but that didn't make her wailing stop, that didn't stop her from clutching his head like she was cradling a baby... that didn't stop her from mourning the loss of her nephew who was only months away from marrying. A simple tear-stained glance was given to the man who let her leave with him.

 

In the end, all traces of Malna in Ravenmire would be scrubbed from the city. Her shop was empty, no words, not even supplies or a goodbye. They didn't need her... Instead the woman hummed, reading a medical novel by a freshly made grave, a deep purple flower set atop the headstone 

 

"What do you think of this hm? You would have loved this experiment..."

 

[Long ass post inspiration hit me like a truck]

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Einin picked at her cast from the broken arm she had suffered during the 'Constantine-Execution-Attempted-Coup' scuffle. However the one name, Ukuaal, stuck out to her.

 

"Wasnt she just bein' subjected t'her bloodlust?" 

 

Einin cranked a brow, but otherwise, she cared naught, and felt quite proud of herself for aiding in the protection of the Holy Ser Peter, and the Young Prince Bo

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