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The cold hands of the beautiful Ashwood gripped both sides of the missive, still as if the reader herself made of stone.. Her thin fingers brushed over the ink that spelled our the late R'ikarth's name.. "Lost..."

Nikolai Mikhail couldnt be faulted as there is a Wilheim and a Wilhelm in the Barclay family. In other words, Cope

An Awaited Betrothal The Lok feast of His Lordship, Wilheim Barclay and Lady Josefina Kortrevich. [!] A depiction of a lively dinner taking place in the halls of Jerovitz With the Lifstala season coming to a close, the Ducal House Barclay and the Comital House Kortrevich would like to announce the potential union of his Lordship Wilheim Barclay and Lady Josefina Kortrevich. As per tradition, a betrothal dinner will be held within the County of Jerovitz where the Count will serve the young Barclay a feast of either Lok or Erkindelir depending on his decision on the union. Herzenas Johanna Barclay and Komit Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich have chosen for the dinner to be a private event between the families and close friends of each respective house. It’s encouraged that each guest in attendance wears colors in relation to one of the two houses. @Fionn__TWG @crazedpudding PRIVATE INVITATIONS ARE EXTENDED TO FOLLOWING. Karl von Theonus Frey Daerine Aestenia Aevaris Felix Weiss Anabel Colborn Niamh Baruch Wynanya Arvellon Her Excellency, Johanna Klaudia Barclay, Princess of Sutica, Duchess of Reinmar, Margravine of Vanderfell, Countess of Freimark and Kretzen, Baroness of Madvon, and Freising, Lady of Erwinsburg, Neuberg, Wilheburg, Freisburg and Rozenfeld, Lady Vandalore, Chieftess of the Reinmaren, Lady Palatine of Hanseti-Ruska The Right Honorable, Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich, Count of Jerovitz, Viscount of Krusev

The County of Jerovitz 16th of Tov Ag Yermey. 446 E.S. County of Jerovitz, Haense Many years have passed since Jerovitz was constructed by the first Count, Jan Otto Kortrevich. It was first constructed after the Siege of Krusev, leaving the seat of the house in ruins. Quickly, those of the House moved to rebuild, coming back stronger than before. After the death of Jan Otto, the empty keep had found itself quiet and stagnant, collecting dust as the children were off doing their own things. Upon the succession of Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich, the house had been demoted back to a Viscounty in hopes that the house would once more rise to their former greatness to regain what had been lost. After many years of hard work, the comital titles were once more restored to the family and with this new era came a new keep to hold the growing, hardworking house The Keep Named after the Queen Mother, Emma of Jerovitz, youngest sister of the first count Jan Otto Kortrevich, ‘Karov’ is the new home for the members of House Kortrevich.. Upon stepping up to the gates of the keep, you will be greeted with the courtyards and a bridge that overlooks the entrance and over the land. Pressed within the walls of the courtyard is the Blacksmith. A place to be used by the family who might have such an interest, forging blades for personal use or business. Dedicated to Count Nikolai’s eldest son Anton Otto Kortrevich As you ascend the steps to the main keep, you will be greeted with the statues of the house leaders of years past. Starting from Otto to Vladrik Otto Kortrevich as well as some empty spaces for those to come. In front of it stands an outdoor bar. A small tavern owned by Viktor Mondblume, where drinks saved for only the finest events and guests will be stored.. After finally entering the south halls of Karov, one will find themselves within the event halls. A place for announcements that connects to a (Blank) seated dining hall fit for any event. Under the dining hall however sits plenty of other amenities such as the Kitchen, the Library, the Alchemy Lab, The hoonseti club house for the future and those to come, and an aviary that sits high within one of the towers. All residents of the land, Kortrevich or not, will have access to this end of the keep and the amenities within Behind the Matriarch and Patriarch seats within the dining hall sits the bridge that leads to the northern wing of the keep. Set up with plenty of rooms for not only those of the house, but any wards or workers one might take on. The Church Of Jerovitz With the new keep also comes the reconstruction of the Church of Jerovitz, still dedicated to the Venerable Dame Primrose Kortrevich. The capacity has been increased to comfortably hold members of the family as well as the community. Underneath the church sits the new crypts, large enough to hold all past lords and ladies and those who wish to be laid to rest there in the future. The Farms of Jerovitz On the outskirts of Karov, nestled along the path towards the keep and within the farms sit three beautiful homes as well as a public tavern. Here small events such as tavern nights will be held by the County or those of the community for the public to enjoy. The farms of Jerovitz is filled with a variety of product - Offering a lovely harvest each season with something new that is not only used to provide for the residents of Jerovitz but are also used to make the food and drinks that fill the shelves of the Kortrevich businesses not only in Karosgrad but in other various parts of the realm as well. The Future Despite reclaiming the title of the County of Jerovitz, those of the House Kortrevich still seek to work diligently in hopes that their strength will continue to grow to allow them more opportunities to serve their community and bring pride to their nation. “With Duty, Comes Honour”

The Count smiled brightly, taking a moment from his writings to receive the good news. "Just like her Hauchpapej" He beamed with pride.

Sylvie Esmerie, The youngest child and daughter of Conrad De Falstaff, read over the Hearsay handed to her in the streets of Sedan.. She walked around the dirt roads anxiously, the grip on the paper tightening "No no no no no no no! EUGH!" The loud and frustrated squeal came from the dramatic mess of a girl, her usually tidy hair coming undone as she pulled at it with a free hand "First we lose our home and now we lose our self-respect! Damn you Manon, Damn you Emelie- AHHHHHH" Esmerie was not involved in the lives of her older sister, nobody could ever really guess why, but as the done-up woman tore the paper with her teeth in a fit of psychotic rage then perhaps one might have a clue.

Nikolai Mikhail wrote up the letter to Emma, a farewell of sorts though of course he was hopeful, oh so hopeful, that his lovely aunts health would get better. Perhaps just enough to come and see their new home, perhaps just enough to make it to one of his children's weddings or so.. But he knew. A letter had arrived back from Emma, reading it through with a heavy heart as he sat in the pavilion they saved before rebuilding. The same pavilion he had his last talk with Sigismund in. Nikolai held the queen mothers letter close to his heart and inhaled deeply. He feared losing more family, even in natural ways- He feared now being some of the eldest of his living blood. Regardless of his fear, the news would break sometime later, a notice of Emma's passing arriving at the County. As his eyes moved over the paper, he felt a small tinge of peace knowing she must have felt much better; That she would see her own friends and family long past, including Jan and her sisters, parents, Sigismund. Nikolai cried, as he did every loss, but for some reason, this one weighed on his chest heavier than all the rest.

Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich stared up at the false taxidermy head above their bar, pondering to himself over a drink whether or not it was a bull or a stag before his wife came running outside from the dining hall to greet him with the news. In shock, the new Count dropped the mug of whatever brew was within to instead pick his wife up and put her over his shoulder "AHA! AYE! WE DID IT!" As he celebrated with his wife, at some point, he offered a subtle nod to the statues of his father and brother as well as the other past Lords whose statues watched the scene.

The firress Rutledge, once Deputy Surgeon of the St Amyas hospital, read over the paper with a raised brow.. She had decided to take a moment from her time of packing to read the latest edition.. She rolled her eyes at the language used about her and her once beloved Baruch, but upon getting to the affair bit, she burst out into laughter "Oh no no! That would have been so much better though Pfft! Haha!" Nikolai Mikhail read through the paper as well, getting to the part about his heiress.. The Viscount had grown tired of the public, finding them spoiled and awfully gossipy- though he kept up regardless as it was a subtle duty. "Honestly.. ea do niet know why Esfir's hair turned out like that... Nobody else's did. It reminds eam a bit of Isabel" He commented about the deceased Mondblume as he set the paper down and set it aside "Well should Esfir chose one or the other, we have already made our plans should something go in a different direction.. It is funny how we can save a house from absolute death and somehow it still not be good enough, they always see that in their future regardless. Esfir is a good girl, nie? " He asked his wife as she walked into the room "She will make the decision that makes her happiest should it come down to it, right?" @dove He also thought some of the parentless bit, thankful for the discussions he had with his children. Sharing Heirlooms and taking them on trips, hugging them and letting them know how much he loved them no matter what. He made sure to let them know that everything he did, he did for them and only them. They were proud of him, and he of them. That was enough for him, that was all the approval he needed.

Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich was delivered such a message in the midst of stressful planning.. The irritated viscount read over the message before throwing it back onto the pile so he could continue the investigative work he was focused on. "Well, Should they come looking.." He furrowed his brows, muttering to himself as he wrote down a number and passage on some parchment "..Taking the bulls on could be an interesting challenge to observe..."

The Eagle and Her Owl The PK of Renate Mariya Barclay The whistle was strained and broken as it came from the seven year old. Rather than a call, she spit out in front of her: A disappointing display. “She will nicht know to come back to du if du do nicht get it right. Take your time, and really think about it.” Conrad kneeled next to the child, shaking his head softly as he tsk’d out a pseudo showing of disapproval. This wasn’t a page lesson, but it was a nice gesture for Conrad to show the girl how to send off her grey owl, Osha, and how to bring her back with a whistle.. The call of the bird came from the canopy of trees that lurked on the edge of Reinmar. The air was still besides that, waiting for Renate to make her last attempt at a whistle to bring her beloved bird back. With a show of confidence, the ashen haired Barclay adjusted her stance as she raised her fingers to her mouth.. The mighty sound rang out into the empty air, and within seconds, the owl came diving towards the child and her mentor.. A small field mouse in her talons as a showing of her prize. The bloody creature was dropped at Renate’s feet with a little splat, and though the knight at her side grimaced at the gross sight, the child’s eyes widened with excitement and pride. “AGAIN, ICH WANT TAE DO ET AGAIN!” The page bounced slightly with excitement as she raised her arm to allow the owl to now perch on a padded glove. The knight nodded once to offer her a chance to do it herself, and with that permission, Renate pushed her arm out to allow for the Owl to head out into the forest once more. She disappeared into the forest and now it was just a game of waiting, listening for that call as a signal the bird had caught its game. The child looked up at Conrad with bright eyes filled with adoration. She wished to be just like him, strong and talented, a dame of her own. Renate ‘The Owl’ Barclay; Her mother had mused the idea to her, a watchful and careful woman, an informant to her fellow knights. She would earn Reinhardt’s Claymore, and teach other pages just like Conrad.. He was not her father, but some days she wished he had been, he raised her like one of his own anyways, and she loved him all the same: At least she would have grown to. The call of the bird returned once more, and in her excitement, Renate raised her fingers to try for that loud whistle, and after a moment of mental preparation- she blew. But Nothing Came. Renate had reached up to adjust her spectacles after the first whistle seemed to fail. It was unlike Osha to not come back upon her first call. They had been doing this for some ten years now, the reliable gray owl would have never taken more than a couple seconds to return. The now sixteen year old looked around the forests of Krusev, her eyes shifting around the ruined buildings and the overgrowth of the area.. She may have gone a little too far while hunting, but all Osha needed to do now was return back and they could both make their way back to Reinmar, it was not far anyways. Still though no trace of the bird, and no sound.. “Osha!” Renate resorted now to yelling the Owls name in hopes it would work better, but what returned wasn’t her bird. “Osha” - “Osha!” - “OOOSHA!” - “Oshhhhaaaa!” - “Osha! Osha!” - “oShA!” The plethora of voices came rushing back towards Renate, none of them having been her own. Instantly, it was a sprint back towards Reinmar down the roads. “CONRAD” The girl screamed, hoping her mentor would hear her from wherever he stood in the world. “CONRAD PLEASE!” “Osha!” - “OOOSHA!” - “Osha! Osha!” - “oShA!”“Osha” - “Osha!” - “OOOSHA!” - “Oshhhhaaaa!” - “Osha! Osha!” - “oShA!” The voices continued to torment the frightened page as she continued to run, the trees coming alive as they opened their eyes to burrow down on her.. Their watchful gazes blackened with an oozing sap that bubbled with the growing tension of the forest. Renate tried to cover her ears, a heavy and warm breath now breathing down her back and neck to alert her to the proximity of the creature as she was followed. In the attempt to move faster, the Barclay tripped over her boot and waited for her end.. But Nothing Came… Instead, she heard her mother's name. Theodosya. . . It's been so long… you've gotten… smaller. Nikolai visited not so long ago. Feels like the good old days… no? Did this creature believe Renate was her mother? “Theo.. Theodosya is.. My.. Mama..” She whispered back through a shaky voice A daughter? Such a frail thing… nothing like her. No. Nothing like her at all. The little page nodded softly “Where es mein Osha? What did du do vith her?” And there came the splat, her answer was a gruesome show. Thrown at her feet from the air was the carcass of her bloodied Osha, gone to the world. There was only so much Renate could do against the creature.. But she prayed with all her heart, and spoke through her anger at the nameless and invisible entity. She reached down with shaky hands to pick up the dead owl who was alive mere moment ago “Yam niet fragile- But ich hope mein mamej hurts du..” She pulled the dead owl close to her stomach, her jaw tightening as she attempted not to cry any more. “I do hope she tries..” it answered back in it’s whisper “She vill succeed.. So will conrad..- En so will ea..” “Is that so? You can hardly stand, welp.” “Aye.. Da.. Et es.. Et es.. Et es..” She muttered through her tears, the wannabe knight moved to set the bird aside carefully before attempting to stand. As soon as she was upright however, gray hands moved from the nearby river to pull her under by her ankles.. In her panicked attempt to stay above water, she grabbed on to a nearby pole, though it was not enough. More hands sprouted from the water to assist each other, and just like that, Renate Mariya Barclay had been dragged into what felt like a never ending pit. There she felt small again; The water dark and cold as she held on to the last breath she would ever comfortably take. As she was pulled deeper and deeper, it spoke to her one last time; Something about her mother, but the poor teenager had already started to choke as her lungs filled, and just like that she had slipped into her forever unconscious state. Her body wouldn't be discovered though, not if they had gone out looking for the missing Barclay. Now, in her state of peace as she entered the seven skies, she prayed for her mother and Ser Conrad. Perhaps her prayers would be enough this time around.

The now middle-aged Hyspian sat on the second floor of the clinic.. Her head laid against her arm which sat flat on the table. Through blurry eyes, she stared at the well-kept Rose that posed as a centerpiece. She did not know Madeline very well, so why was she crying so hard? Lucia realized then that her hot face caused for the trail of tears to sit tacky against her cheeks, the drops gathering as a single damp spot on her sleeve. Why was she crying? She did not do this often, not anymore. Was it because Madeline had a husband she was leaving? Or children? Was it because she lost a well-trained physician? Was it because Madeline held her hand when the Vuiller came in for a Lung Drainage? Was it because she wasn't cared of the inevitable? Was it the fear in her daughter's face? Madeline died, leaving behind a life that mirrored one Lucia wanted all her life. Children, a husband- She was well loved, and well respected. Lucia couldn't imagine the pain her family must have felt at that moment. With her strength, she stood up and moved around the clinic and it's gardens, returning to the table with a potted white Orchid that would sit next to the Darkwood's symbolic rose. With that, the Rutledge would head home, tears still falling as she made her way. She passed the large birds as she entered the house and moved to sit on the couch with a particular Barrow. No words were said after, but she cried in his arms and planned her missive then.

Nikolai Kortrevich looked at his wife, shaking his head softly "Vy would think so, wouldn't vy? Ea would imagine that her majesty would have plenty of young women in her council, who are fresh vith their ideas, have a better reputation, and are more capable of filling the position en bringing something new to Haense.. Godan, the city needs et.." He clicked his tongue as he read over the missive once more "Thes es a prime example of a family on the rise, new families with a better attitude.. Always liked the Vernharts, truly the hardest working." "More so than Mikhail who was born into the position of Herzen out of pure luck.. He asks for more votes on the duma to drown the rest of us out, tried to believe he es the most fit to examine our families as Royal Inquisitor despite being a patriarch himself, and has the reputation of street kill.. between the way he views the other houses like that of Barclay and his general attitude towards his community... What an odd choice of her majesty, truly. Ea would much rather talk to my promiscuous dragon-loving... Mother than support the Ruthern.. But Ea suppose they do both come of the same blood.. Nie surprise there, seems there are quite a few Ruthern's who can't keep et in their pants, perhaps that es why he got picked and has the support... Or maybe this picking es that of other unknown forces.." Nikolai bit his tongue though a smirk still broke through, a pity laugh even.. Dobry job, Maer.." The Lord moved to kiss his wife's forehead, handing her back the missive "Should a response come in, burn it with the spam mail we got when hosting our Orenian Shop.. et's all useless just the same."

Nikolai Kortrevich took a moment from writing, looking up at his wife as the missive was shoved into his face then. He set the quill of his own down as he reached for the paper from Esmee to read over. "As they should, vy do wonderful work. Ea could niet be prouder of vy" He offered a smile then as he handed the missive back. In turn, Lucia Rutledge read the paper as well in the Rutledge abode.. Her eyes wide in surprise at this. "Oh.. They said something nice about me.." She called out to the man she has been in care of over the last couple years.. She began to smile brightly as she waved the missive around before hugging it to her chest "Anton did vy hear that!? Eek!" @BoyWonderr

Rhaella Othan-Ashwood settled on the wooden floor of her home, warming by the fire that roared out as the only sound that filled the room.. She let the heat beat against her face, and made no move to adjust as she just watched the flame "Another move.. - So many.. We are always moving.. They.. I wonder when the 'Ker will be enough to warrant a forever home.."

Nikolai Mikhail nodded firmly at this, smiling at his daughters work in the office. "Ah, hopefully she vill be just like her hauchpapej"

Nikolai Mikhail read over this missive, the tired viscount quietly muttering the words he read. Upon reaching the end, he would have set the missive down and moved his hands to rub his face as if attempting to wake himself up.. He recalled encounters and nightmares, he wondered if it was the same creature that had haunted the forests in his youth.. "Perhaps ea should finally bird Theo.."

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"Ea promise from now on ea will be there for vy?" The fifteen-year-old Nikolai didn't believe this statement, but he did not have much of a choice left. Vladrik and him were so far apart in their understanding that they only got around by arguing, and his sister Emelya only grew more insensitive the longer she trained with the knights.. All he had now was Vasilia. So he hugged her, and accepted this promise even at face value. Nikolai loved his sister, as he did all of his siblings the older he grew.. But vasilia was different because to him, even though he was the youngest Kortrevich, he felt as if he was the oldest by how he took care of things. Vasilia found herself in trouble often, whether it be her views or actions, she always found herself garnering looks or thoughts that would be relayed back to the viscount.. or in the company of morally lesser people. As tiring as it was in the midst of his own hectic life, he did his best to mediate it, to talk to her, to put his life out on the line for her. That was what brothers were supposed to do, so that, no matter how he felt over one situation or another, was what he was to do. In the end, despite his cruel words and harsh lessons, it was true that Vasilia and him were the closest. As things settled down, he never really got the chance to tell her he was proud of her.. How she evolved when she had her sons, or how caring of a mother she was. The Viscount now laid in bed, still besides the rise and fall of his chest as his body recovered from his attack. He was unaware completely of his youngest sisters death, and of the fact his eldest brother was now bedridden, death making its way to him as well. In the Aviary sat his sisters last words to him, something about going to look for her son. That letter would remain unread for however long it took, a sad thought for the man to eventually awaken to.

The incapacitation of Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich. [TW! Light description of a stroke] [!] The sun as it sets on the day of the coronation. “Well, ea think besides the chaos, it all went relatively well..” Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich smiled down at his youngest children, Inessa and Vladrik.. After the coronation, while the others had gone inside to prepare for dinner later that evening, the viscount decided to spend the evening outside with the two. It was a wonderful afternoon anyway as the air was cool and smelled of the new age to come with his majesty, Karl III as their new king. “Vy know.. Ea vas about vyr age when the Koeng's papej had his coronation. Give or take a couple of years, back when vyr Hauchpapej was still alive, ve all had gone in a group together then like we had today..” The three sat on the grass in the gardens, Inessa sitting in front of him as she listened to the story. In Nikolai’s lap sat the newborn Vladrik, who listened intently to the conversation between his father and sister, but registered none of it. “Really? Vy must be really really old then Papej” Inessa innocently said, a playful smile forming as she laughed at her own teasing. “Niet THAT old, but yam getting there..” Nikolai shook his head softly at the comment.. It was true, he was getting there. Nearing his forties, which to some still might be relatively young, but to the Kortrevich, it was only further indication of time’s speed. “So one day, when yam old en a mommy ea can tell them that ea went to his majesty’s coronation when prinzen Georg es crowned?” Inessa reached down to pick at the grass below before the young girl moved to stand, wandering around the open garden as she spoke to her father “Ea want tae witness all of the coronations, all the people, en the food, en the joy-” Nikolai cut her off with a chuckle, reaching down to carefully hold the hands of his infant son as he answered her back. “Ea hope vy get tae witness plenty, et would bring me much joy..” The man glanced up to watch his daughter play around the gardens. He was thankful he could give her the life she deserved, a carefree childhood.. Or so he hoped. He knew better than anyone that not everything is in your hands, but he and Esmee did their best to provide for their children. This was the love he had wished for all his life. He felt pride in his family, and the life he had built so far with his wife, even if it was not as flashy as some of the others his fellow peers had created. He and his family were happy, healthy, and doing their best - that was all Nikolai could ask for. Something began to feel wrong though, the growing headache came quickly and he furrowed his brows at the pain, wincing at the discomfort.. He began to feel as if part of him had fallen asleep, and in his panic, he attempted to reach for the infant in his lap with little success. Inessa turned to her father from her playing to see something wasn’t right. “Papej.. Are vy okay?” He opened his mouth to answer her but a jumbled mess of words seemed to come out slowly. He would have raised his only viable hand to gesture to the infant below him. The young girl ran to pick up her brother before she took a step back, horrified “Mamej..” she called once before calling for her one more time as she turned to run towards the keep Theodosya would have made it to the keep as soon as she possibly could and just in time.. Though the Viscount was out, the medic was able to treat him the best she could.. despite the steady breathing and the stable flow of blood, Nikolai seemed to continue sleeping peacefully. The Surgeon General explained to the Viscountess that he would wake up in time, though they were unsure of when that might be. Pray to Godan that it be soon.

Nikolai Mikhail looked over to Sigismund for the first time ever.. The young boy had been stuffing his face full of bread in the attempt to avoid whatever dinner was being made in the kitchens earlier that day. It was disgusting, but to Sigismund, it would mean the world since it indicated the approval of his marriage to Jan's youngest sister, Emma.. But sat right next to the toddler was the prince, Sigismund the III. Even at nineteen, he was tall and intimidating to the boy. He carried himself with grace, as any good future king should.. Sigismund looked down at the quiet boy at some point and smiled.. "And who might you be?" "Nikolai" The toddler answered sheepishly.. The first words they ever exchanged. Simple, but even now Nikolai remembered them like it was yesterday. _____ Nikolai found out the king was passing through Vladrik.. Oddly enough. Time gone quicker than he wished since then. He was lucky enough to spend time with the Koeng one last time, truly, until it was over. Dinner at Jerovitz, just as it had begun. He watched the Koeng throughout the night; the way he looked around, or gave advice.. reminisced on stories. He even called for Nikolai to take a walk with him at the end of the night; Sharing heartfelt words that the viscount needed to hear, offering some back as best he could through his mourning, his fear. Finally, it was over though, and they made their way back to the gates.. He watched his Sigismund and Emma called for their horses and prepared their leave. He watched as Sigismund looked over the keep with glassy eyes, and at last, he watched as Sigismund said the last thing he ever would to Nikolai "Dravi, Lord Kortrevich" "Dravi, Aedypapej" Nikolai said in return, holding his own daughter in his arms now as the royals left. _____ Nikolai sat in his families cafe after the duel between the koeng and Ser Walton.. The lord drank some vodka in quiet as he collected his thoughts. He did smile softly through his tears.. He figured, this hurt something awful but he was thankful because out of all the loss he had experienced.. He actually got to say goodbye this time, and he could not wait to see Sigismund again one day.

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[!] Throughout the realm, a carefully crafted missive would begin to appear.. It's writer being anonymous. Do you love God, dear reader? Does he fill you with warmth and hope? Sure of the fact that he is what saves us; from endangerment, sin, sickness? Does he allow you to rest at night knowing that he keeps a watchful eye over your children, their safety ensured until their natural time befalls them? Do you hear the hypocrisy? The screams of the damned.. Good men and women dying in their lonesome, cold and still as a byproduct of war; Children sick with the incurable, crying for their mothers as they lose their footing for the last time; Famine that allows families to rot away in the slums, rotten food and dirty water; The blind robbery of the common folk in the hands of the ‘noblemen’ and politicians. Where was our god then? You are blind to it all.. For as long as your family is safe, these problems do not exist, right? Despite praying to the same god, yours is always with you, but those who suffer must have missed his forbearing nature. Where is our god now?

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