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A small vasoyevi could be spotted by her friend's side, getting word of Raevir's death. The woman produced a strained grin while dropping her head once. As she saunters down the steps, she mulls over all the awful interactions she's had with such a man. "I hope he found peace. . "

pretty good rewrite in my book!

o7 adios mi amigo! take care!

A vasoyevi would be seen reading the letter in her chambers, her brows wrinkled over the title Azdromoth "I pray to Godan that those devils are dealt with quickly," she said, her jaws clenching in anger.

Despite our disagreements and conflicts, you were one of the first people I encountered on this server who was courteous to me and always included me in your rp. I'm glad you're able to distance yourself from the server and move on with your life! I'll miss our beautiful friendship and our silly shenanigans. You have a kind and compassionate heart! take it easy breezy belle! you will be missed! love you girl. <333

Ysidorá Jelisavetá sat in her home in Vasoyeva, reading the letter sent to her and her people. Upon hearing the archmage's requests, her face would be filled with surprise and dread. "The firstborn... how atrocious." she exclaimed as she rose from her seat, appalled. Soon after, she tore the letter up, trying to leave no traces behind. "This city is on its final legs, barely... this is what Ursula prophesied, this is our fault. . . . God help us."

Ysidorá Jelisavetá looked down at the dying woman, tears welling up in her bloodshot eyes and trickling down her cheeks. Despite the fact that she made no statement. The woman stood and reflected on memories from when she was a child. "Take these berries my child, for when you sleep tonight, you will dream of the man you will love forever and always." Spoke Ursula, then passing Ysidorá the berries. Later that night, the young vasoyevi girl had a dream in which she saw a towering man with Onyx locks standing before her. Ysidorá began to reflect once more on how the dying Sigismundaroșie's prophecies had come true in some way. Ursula's voice boomed, proclaiming her prediction of what would happen to Vasoyeva, startling her. Her eyes widened in terror and panic. Ursula would never lie about something so heinous. Ysidorá muttered once more as the Sigismundaroșie took her final breath. "God Help us."

An aging woman would be seen shuffling through piles of letters before spotting one, thus plucking it from the mound. the princess began to open the envelope, before reading the message inside. "Petyr." She beckoned gently, before showing him the paper. "perhaps, we should pay a visit. it's been a while since we've seen our family. . . "

Ysidora Jelisaveta signed the lorraine cross in the air before entering the church in vasoyevi. the woman then got on her knees and begun to pray that these vile, evil and wicked dragonmen, would either be destroyed or change their ways and see the light.

Ysidora sat in her room, cradling herself upon hearing the news. "I should've been there." she whimpered attempting to fight back tears, it was clear the Vasoyevi was sensitive to death itself and to those who succumb to it. "Everyone that crosses my path I lose." She brought a hand upward towards her honey colored visage, wiping several tears from her cheek. "Life is so cruel." she gritted through her teeth. The sorrowful woman then stood up from her floor, making her way towards the door, before closing it behind her. she then spotted Ludovici's house across from hers, shifting her gaze down towards the abundance of colorful flowers. her icey eyes then spotted a patch of flowers with hues of blue. "She was definitely a blue person. . . . I hope." she spoke softly to herself as she begun to pluck them one by one into a bouquet. Once finished, Ysidora made her way out of Vasoyeva, to where ever the poor elfless was buried. "why must the innocent always suffer a terrible fate. . . . ."

Ysidora sat in her house, covering her mouth in shock upon hearing the horrible news. the vasoyevi had close friends who resided in the city. however, she was relieved to see that her country was willing to take in the refugees. "May Godan watch over them and offer the citizens safe travels."

Nataliya sat in her chambers as she thought back on the frightful day. full of chaos and anguish. no one would ever want to relive such a tale. however, one thing lingered in her mind. the possession of Heinrik the mad. . . the memory was still clear as day, the poor princess tied to the pyre, about to be burnt as she watched in utter horror of her disgraceful nephew, being taken over by utter madness. the aging woman remembered the words he spewed out, words not of this world. . . .a supernatural language. the ghastly creature seemed to have possessed the maddened King as a distraction, allowing the crowd to fight back and put out the fire that would've engulfed her surely. though Nataliya knew not of his death. be that as it may, one phrase lingered in her mind . . . . . one, phrase she could understand from the creature once it had left the King hurrying back to the devilish graveyard from once it came. "Godani punishes the wicked." The Princess clenched her hands tightly as they rested upon her lap. after a moment, she stood up from her chair, sauntering towards the door. "I know what I must do. " she stated in almost a whisper, before shutting it behind her.

would make meta-gamers lives a lot harder. +1

Per usual, the news of the former Palatine had spread hastily to Nataliya. the aging princess drummed her fingers against the wooden railing upon her husband's ship, pondering to herself. "A dobry man, one of the few who attempted to stop my assassination. as well as continuing to be kind towards me after the incident. another man who has earned others and my respect." she raised her Carrion to the sky before taking A sip. "May you rest well in the seven skies."

Ilyana sighed happily that her event went according to plan!

Skin: Blue Riding Bid: 110 mina Discord: you know it :) <3

Ilyana was proud that her event was a success!