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Tears stained the letter Stefan Vyronov read informing him of Revas' demise. The older sister he never had, the one who he thought would outlive him by a long shot, had passed on. Stefan passively played with the bronze dagger in his hands, staring at it for long moments before fidgeting with it some more. He curled in his white polar bear fur cloak, the warmth of a father's embrace surrounding him, though bitter sweet. The fire blazed before the pair. An elf with tattoos on her face sat next to Stefan on the couch, a serious yet caring look about her. The man was deaf to the conversation but he knew all the words, he saw the mists illustrate Revas' story. He saw her sit down next to him and mouth the words that came crashing down upon him those many years ago. He felt the embrace of her arms along with the tears streaming down his face. The man remembered the day that Revas had told him he was neglected, abused. He remembered the support she gave him. Clerics heal, Paladins kill. Revas had helped heal him that day. She made mists surround him, emitting a feeling of a father's embrace. The feeling made a new stream of tears drip down the boy's face, finally feeling something he had not for all his life. The scene began to black out, but before it did, Stefan saw a glimpse of Revas handing him the bronze dagger from her youth. In the street of Haense Stefan was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see the smiling face of Revas once more, holding a familiar white fur cloak, the gemstones in the clasp glimmering in the light. She put it around his neck and the warmth of a father's embrace surrounds him. A smile grows on his face as he feels the effects of the cloak that would help him through so much. "Spasibo for this Revas. It means a lot." Opening his eyes he came to and the void became present in his heart once more. The love and support he had counted on for so long gone for good. The tears streaming down Stefan's face falling upon the two mementos of a fallen sister. He opened the private letter from Revas and soon pressed it against his chest, hugging the letter. "Spasibo for everything. I would niet be the person I am today without vu. I will miss vu dearly and I hope vu look down on me with a smile. Dravi. Until we see each other again"

Screams of anguish and sorrow rip through the air around Reinmar. Hours and hours go by, filled with weeping and sobbing as Stefan Vyronov lays over the corpse of the great Dame Marie Vyronov. He cursed himself for not being there at the battle, for not being able to help. The shining light of this mortal plane had been ripped from the man, leaving a void in his body. He looked over her corpse once more and saw the blood stained wedding ring clasped in her hands. Another shriek pierces the air. Marie is gone. There is nothing he can do. "Why must vu leave me here meine liebe." he'd sob "I just want to be with vu. I want to be with vu. First Mariya, now vu... why must everything good in life be stripped. It's just niet fair." A long time passes before Stefan gets up and goes for a walk. In the empty halls of the palace he makes his way to the ballroom. He looks around and tears roll down his face. He stands still in the hall, rubbing away his eyes. When he opens his eyes he is much shorter and looking into the brown eyes of a girl. Her curled brown hair looked beautiful in all of the lights and the two forms began to dance without any music. Their giggles echoing through the room into the dark night. Stefan opens his eyes once more and he's on the rooftop of the palace in the middle of the day. He sees his younger visage talking with Mariya Barbanov. She runs off and returns with the brown haired girl. His younger form and the girl exchange confessions and embrace. The sun speeds up, rising and falling over and over, countless times. The seasons change, snow covers the rooftop and melts away. The view of the roof is unchanging. The sun begins to slow and a much older Stefan and Marie make their way onto the roof. Stefan gets down on one knee and reveals a ring. After a moment they both wrap their arms around each other. Stefan's view changes, back in Astfield. Stefan and Marie are whispering back and forth, "Ich promise I will always come back" Marie whispers. The words echo in Stefan's ears. Marie was never one to break her word. Stefan mutters "Why did vu have to break this promise" he'd say before a sob breaks out. In the clinic Stefan looks at Aestenia with great concern. "They should be back by now" Anxiety fills the man's entire being. He's always been one to worry but he knows something is wrong. He rushes out, abandoning the clinic to try and desperately search for the party, for her. After a long time of searching he heads back in defeat. A time later, Ser Cedric, badly injured, comes to the clinic. Aestenia and Stefan try to get him into the clinic but Cedric says the words that tears half of Stefan's soul out. "Marie is dead" With a blink, Stefan is back, curled next to Marie's cold body. Another round of sobs and cries of anguish echo out from Stefan's mouth. Desperate cries of "Marie! Marie!" are repeated over and over, but no answer. Stefan's soon heads back home. He would dig out two boxes full of letters. He would take the one labelled 'For Marie' out of one box and place it in the other. It would lay next to the letter labelled 'For Mariya'. Another friend outlived. Another part of himself dead. A time later, letter arrives for Stefan carried by that ancient cat. It snuggled against him providing him comfort an echo of Marie's love. The last thing Marie wrote for him was now in his hands. He read it over again and again, the letter becoming stained with tears. "We will see each other again... it's only a matter of time." A sob breaks out "Keep Mariya company up there while vu wait for me to join vu." his voice breaks "I can niet wait until I can kiss vu once more but I know vu need me to take care of the little ones. Goodbye meine liebe. I'm sorry for niet being there for vu. For failing." OOC: I just want to sincerely thank you Ender. You have made Stefan more fun than I could've imagined. It has always been so fun to rp with you and I am sad that it must end so soon. Marie was a great character who will be missed. Thanks for everything

Stefan Vyronov reads over the missive with a sigh "I only wish vu were treated better. Good luck to vu and vyr family"

Stefan B Vyronov looks down at the missive with a sad frown. "Vu were a great Surgeon General and saved every single person in the HRA and much much more. I'm ever so glad for vu being here for the clinic. I wish vu the best and I hope vu find happiness. I am so sorry for how people have treated vu. Vu put in so much effort into the clinic and vu sacrificed so much time and energy to keep it running. Who knows how many would've died if niet for vu."

Username: wolfey34 Discord: Wolfey#0170 RP Name: Stefan B. Vyronov How many Tickets: 2

Fyodor Erhdhart sat in his cottage with a pensive look on his face. Something was wrong in the air, he could taste it. When the letter arrived his fears had been proved true. Jackson Porter was dead. A man who he had spent years fighting alongside and defending those unfortunate enough to be targeted by the bandit group in the woods. Fyodor would gather up his wife and kids and regale them with stories of the brave Jackson Porter. After a long night, his voice would become ragged and he finally stopped. When everyone else went off to bed Fyodor would pick up a pen and dip it in ink. "Too many good men get forgotten. I will try and make sure ye are remembered old friend." the former sergeant would murmur "Though I was supposed to leave this world before ye." Stefan B. Vyronov rested in the clinic after a long battle. He had helped save many people, getting them away from the battle. After he woke from his unconsciousness he was greeted with the news of Jackson's death. Stefan remembered the man, though his many year absence didn't help with that. He remembered saving the pontiff alongside him. Stefan remembered how good of a man he seemed. He wished he could've saved Jackson on that cold day.

Stefan B. Vyronov tosses the edition into the fire and yawns "Jeez, they can't go an edition without writing some slander about me and my kin. It really is rather pathetic."

Stefan B. Vyronov smiles, knowing that she will surely be successful

[!] Letters of fresh parchment sealed with the crest of House Vyronov would arrive across to each head of the noble houses in the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska by a messenger bearing a most noble uniform while fliers were tacked to the notice board in the square for all to see. A UNION BETWEEN VYRONOV & BARCLAY 370 of Vzmey and Hyff It is with great pleasure that the houses of Vyronov and Barclay officially announce a long anticipated union between her Ladyship Marie Barclay and his Lordship, Stefan B. Vyronov, Baron of Astfield. The ceremony will take place in the Basilica of Saint Henrik conducted by KML Alfred Patriarch Jorenus. Following the ceremony, a reception will be held at the Barony of Astfield, the future home of the newlyweds. Food and drink will be provided and the guests will be welcomed to join in merriment with music and dancing. We anticipate your arrival on the most joyous day! Special Invitations Listed Below His Royal Majesty, Heinrik of House Barbanov and his esteemed pedigree His Grace, Friedrich of House Barclay and his esteemed pedigree His Grace, Ruslan of House Baruch Baruch and his esteemed pedigree The Most Honorable, Fiske of House Vanir and his esteemed pedigree The Most Honorable, Maric of House Ruthern and his esteemed pedigree The Right Honorable, Kazimar of House Ludovar and his esteemed pedigree The Honorable, Aldrik of House Amador and his esteemed pedigree The Honorable, Janb of House Kortrevich and his esteemed pedigree Laurir Tarathiel of house Asul'onn and her esteemed pedigree The Aevaris Household Imperial Practitioner-General Doctor Mayan Avern All Haeseni Subjects and Allies of the Iron Accord Signed, His Lordship, Stefan B. Vyronov Baron of Astfield Her Ladyship, Marie Barclay [[OOC: Friday April 30th @4:00 pm EST/ 9:00 pm GMT]]

Stefan B. Vyronov grins at the missive "This will be great for the armoury! I'll certainly need to sort designate more chests for armour"

Stefan B. Vyronov rolls his eyes. "None of those men challenged me to a duel. Not properly anyways. I invite anyone with proper reason to challenge me properly and I will gladly accept."

Glad to see it's finally up after you've been working on it for a while

Stefan B Vyronov stared at the missive in disbelief. Marcella was always a hard working woman, one he had looked up to. Someone who could achieve whatever they put their mind to. Tears fell onto the paper as he realized he had not seen her in some time, realized she never did recover from her injuries. Thoughts flurried through the young man's head, of Marcella, of what he should have done. All for naught now for she could do naught but rest, so she fell to rust. Of course it was not due to lack of effort, but even the greatest and most hardworking people can do nothing when their body works against them. The Baron wipes away his tears. Another person dead. Another friend dead. Another to carry around in his heart. Looking upwards he would wonder if Marcella is finally happy once more. Fyodor Erhdhart frowns at the missive, thinking surely it could not be that same young girl he saw those many years ago playfully fighting with her brother. Surely not the girl who he had watched slowly grow up throughout the scattered years he noticed her. Not part of the duo of siblings that made him have hope for the next generation. Reading it over for longer his fears were confirmed. He'd let out a sorrowful sigh "Well I guess death catches up to us all. No matter our age. I hope ye see yer family up there in the seven skies. Too many gone. I hope ye accomplished enough in life te be happy with it. I know ye helped many no matter what."

Baron Stefan Vyronov II reads along the missive, bobbing his head. "Vu know people really don't understand that we must do these things to make sure the clinic can still function and heal people" He'd mutter as he set the paper down on the table in front of him

Fyodor Erhdhart sits with his family out in the countryside as he reads over the letter. He'd frown as he looked over the missive of Ser Brandt's death. "So another one of the old guard dies out eh?" he'd sigh "Brandt was a good man and a worthy student of my papej. I hope he's drinking with everyone in the seven skies. Maybe I'll join ye soon enough" Stefan B. Vyronov follows after Friedrich with revenge in his eyes over Brandt's death. He struck forth and chucked a carrion towards the leader of the trolls Bido. He would cry "Blood for Barclay! Blood for Mariya!" as the cocktail exploded over the troll, ending it's life.

Stefan B. Vyronov sat alone that night. A thousand yard stare on his face as he looked at the crackling fire in front of him. The queen was dead. Everyone was sad of course. Stefan was destroyed. Someone he looked to as a sister was gone. Though not blood related they grew up together. She was the closest thing to family he had for a long time as he rarely saw his uncle or grandfather, while his parents were long gone. He looked upon her torn up body and the wolf imagery and he knew. A trek to the beacon of light in the dead of night was made. Stefan was silent as he slowly made his way up the stairs and climbed his way up the ladder. When he reached the top the memories came rushing back into his head. Especially of that night, when Mariya had left him and Marie to face off against the form of shadow. Stefan touched the small scar on his neck and tears began rolling down his cheeks as every part of it came back. He would close his eyes for a moment and look around with fury clear. "Where are vu, vu bastard!" he called out to the empty lighthouse, clearly waiting for something to appear. When it never did he would slowly get up and make his way to the palace. Climbing up to the roof he would take a seat on the edge of the rooftops as he had done so many times in his youth. As the pale moon enlightened the area he would cry as all the memories came flooding back into his head. Stefan closes his eyes for a moment, thinking of all the times as kids they had talked about their worries and their fears about the future. Stefan looked up at the shining stars above and mutter to the cold air "The stars are so beautiful tonight" . He would look down and realize he was in the same spot he always took. He'd smile and look over to see the black haired woman, adorned in blue clothes and missing the crown in her hair sitting beside him and smile "We will be friends forever, no matter what" he'd echo. With a blink the visage of Mariya would disappear into the black of night. The young man blinks again, rubbing his eyes. He would reach over to the empty spot and let out a scream of agony. Tears rush down his face as the he grabbed onto the spot and begins sobbing into the cold harshness of the night. The clank of training sword on training sword echos through his ears as he opens his eyes to watch younger versions of himself and Mariya sparring against one another. After a moment Mariya pins the younger Stefan and the scene shifts. The two appear to be older, Mariya fighting with fury and Stefan fighting back with more skill than before. As Mariya defeats him yet again he saw the smiles on each of their faces. The scene shifts again to a street in Karosgrad. "We should spar again soon." Mariya says with a smile "I can't wait to beat you again" . The Stefan smiles "I promise I will beat you eventually. We definitely need to spar again!" . They had never sparred again. Will never spar again. A promise broken. The scene changes one more time as it goes back to the roof. Mariya standing there and questioning a younger version of him, though the words are silent in Stefan's ears. The younger version is nodding along and saying things right back. Mariya then suddenly takes off into the palace, returning there shortly afterwards with Marie Barclay. Marie and Stefan talk and after a long moment the two grin, ear to ear. "Vu brought us together" Stefan mumbles to himself as he looks upon the younger version of Mariya while the younger versions of Marie and Stefan talked "Vu were supposed to see us together for longer. See us get married.". Stefan begins to sob again as he realizes that, that too would not come to pass. Stefan opens his eyes and looks around. Still the black of night. Still alone on the rooftop of the palace. He looks down at the steep drop in front of him as he continued to sit on the edge of the roof. The image of Marie flashes through his mind once more before he shakes his head and backs away off the roof. Back in Astfield Stefan picks a letter with the words 'For Mariya' from a box filled with letters, all with other names. He would look over the letter he had prepared should he die and sets it into a different box. A so far empty one and hide it away. Returning to his desk he would pop open a bottle of Carrion and begin to drink as the never ending memories of Mariya filled his head. "Goodbye sister."

Stefan B. Vyronov reads over the summons with a small painful smile in the clinic at his assault being addressed. Rubbing the dark bruises on his neck he would mutter hoarsely to those surrounding him "Well the summons are out"

Stefan Vyronov II looks over the missive with confusion written all over his face "Was there like a massive influx of paper that people suddenly needed to use? They seem to be putting out any nonsense nowadays"

Stefan looks down at the paper with confusion "When did I say that? What the ****?" he stops for a moment and looks down at the sketch of him and Marie "Wait, that's what he was sketching??? He said it was for religious matters!". Stefan sighs "At least they got me with the one person who actually likes me in that way"

Stefan B. Vyronov looks upon the paper with a confused glare "Well this is utter bullshite" he'd mutter to himself with a roll of his eyes "They really are desperate to paint friends as something more aren't they. Ah well, nie one with half a brain will believe the stuff about me" he shrugs and tosses it into the fire where it belongs

Stefan Boleslav Vyronov looks down at the writ with a smile. After all his life it's finally time to be a Baron

Stefan Boleslav looks over the missive with a look of gleeful of anticipation over the first Vyronov event on Almaris

Stefan Boleslav Vyronov stares down at his grandfather's blade, deep in thought. He never knew the Ludovar well, only speaking to him once before. He thought about the incident, about how he had listened to the man drivel on about his hatred of Barclays, Baruchs and others. This immediately cemented the disgust of the old man within his grandson's mind. When the boy had seen the his grandfather again in the square he wished the man would just live out the rest of his life wherever he had been banished to. When he attempted to kill the queen he knew how it would end, though he regretted that the man never saw the error of his ways. When the old man fell to two stab wounds after repeatedly trying to attack the queen he felt no sadness over the death of his family, as he barely considered him as such, but only that the man died being the bitter man he was. After the autopsy Stefan studied his notes on the man's innards,"Hopefully at the very least vy might be useful in death" he'd mumble to himself, thinking of how this could be applied, but then his concentration was broken by the arrival of the sword. A Shaman's Blade. A trophy from the terrible war that Stefan had only read about. Why then had his grandfather given it to him? Since he seemed to hate him so, but when he read the will it all fell into place. "Perhaps there was a good man in the beginning" he thought as he read it over "But he clearly was not that man at his end. I wonder how he would think about his grandson being so close with the Barclays". The young Vyronov would set the Shaman's Sword up on the wall and look upon it with a small smile "I hope wherever vy are old man, vyr niet suffering too much."

Former Tribune, Fyodor Erhdhart looks upon the news of the assented bill, frowns and writes a letter to Igor Kort @erictafoya

Vote for Fyodor A tribune that will fight for the common man. Prevja people of the great nation of Haenseti-Ruska, as many of you may know I am Sergeant Fyodor Erhdhart and your current tribune in Duma. I have been dedicated to serving each and every one of the common man's interests. I have worked with my fellow elected officials to pass many bills to protect people from those who would do them harm as well as allowing new prosperity in these new, evolving, times. I co-wrote the Natural Resources bill which made sure that the people of this nation are entitled to the resources of the nation, protecting from those who seek to hoard the valuable resources of this nation that the people need to be able to prosper and have a true meritocracy. I am dedicated to making sure the army runs as well as possible and are able to protect us to the best of their ability, I wrote the HRA impersonation act to prevent those who would seek to impersonate the good soldiers of this nation and cause the people harm. I wrote the absconsion bill that made sure the orders of the court are followed through on and those who flee from their punishment can be charged. I will continue to fight for the people, the army and the well being of this nation, I intend on continuing to work with my fellow elected officials on mending the law code as the times continue to change, on making sure there are monuments for those who have given their all and truly made a mark on the Haense Royal Army. Spasibo for reading and I hope you continue to support me.