The Missing Asturian -- A Call to Sea

[Spoopy_Duck 3217]

[!] A missing person's poster would be pinned around the imperial capital.

Art by @trinn

Marlon Lorens d'Asturia has been presumably seafaring for the better part of a decade. If he is spotted wandering within the imperial lands please send word to Antón Gabriel of the house Asturias.

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A letter would hopefully arrive to Marlon directly.

Greetings brother, I do hope that the years you have been away at sea have been kind to you. I would wait for your eventual return under usual circumstances though I have to write to you with urgency. The princess Joan has ordered you to return before the end of this war. Failure to do such would mean that she would have your head on a pike ordered by her highness herself. Please do return as soon as this bird hopefully reaches you.
Sincerely, Antón.

 

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@Jaelon

 

[trinn 5128]

Joan Mariana released Anton's ear from the deathly pinch it had found hostage in, as the missives were finally sent.  "Thank you, Lord Asturias." The Imperial bid, elated at last. She looks to a portrait of them, side by side. ". . . Are you sure the two of you are related?"

 

Edited January 2 by trinn

[kuerbis 3802]

Valentiná sank into her oversized armchair, staring at the missing persons poster bearing ber brother Marlon's face. She studied each unfamiliar feature, truly trying to memorize them.

"Tell me, Joan," she asked softly as her verdant eyes were cascading across the room, "... would I even recognize him if he stood before me on the morrow?" 

Her eyes lingered upon the imperial princesses form a while longer; so absorbed in her artwork she was, Valentiná thought for a moment, that Joan must not have heard her. She shook her head and looked back to the poster.
 

[Rig 17580]

"This guy was supposed to carry me in this game we were playing," seethed the Demon King. "Where is he? My reputation is COLLAPSING."

[Jaelon 418]

Marlon Lorens d'Asturia stared down at the artistic rendering amidst a cloud of billowing smoke in the poorly lit interior of some den of ill-repute. A group of scarred and seasoned sailors all crowded around the table as well, blinking sharply. With a far more fearful expression than his crew had ever seen across a myriad of battles or perils, their captain finally gathered his bearings. "We've gotta go!" He'd scramble from the table, sending drinks and food clattering to the floor.