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DEATH OF ANOTHER ANCIENT FELLOW
LUKA BISHOP’S DEATH
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[1770-1854]
Luka shuffled away from his meager campsite at the first sight of the sun. A plain waterskin gripped within his right hand. He continued on through the shrubbery of the forest until he found a small clearing, in which the senile, aged man continued on through over the grass. By this point Luka recalled the birth of his first and only child, Alice; he hadn’t known what caused him to remember this but it caused a sharp pain to shoot through his chest. He lifted his right hand up to clutch at his tunic though to no avail.
“Yam szam, Alice...”
He mumbled through strained breathes, attempting to retain a steady air flow, in and out.
Though once again to no avail. His attempt saved the man a moment before he finally collapsed to the grass.
In a moment of desperation the estranged Bishop whispered.
“Yam szam.”
A final time before those continuous sharp pains kept motion until the man was motionless on the grass. The waterskin which he had previously clung to, spilt out over the weeds of grass as Luka Bishop, veteran of the Sedanian Rebellion and the Tenth Nordling war, lay dead.
To the Mercatorii
SpoilerYou all are my brothers in arms, and I’ve ignored my duties by your sides for almost a decade now. I offer a genuine and serious apology from the heart, born a bastard in the crevices of New Reza you all brought me reason, purpose. I’m sorry I was never able to make my return to New Esbec, because if you’re reading this letter, I’ve passed. Settle down, leave your past behind you in favor of the new Mercatore and a more sedentary lifestyle, I'll always be watching.
-Goiko NC-Offiya Agentea of the F.P.A’s Mercatorii Partisan Guard,
Luka Bishop 'Viktor' of the First, Second, and Third Hour.
To Ser Erwin Bishop
SpoilerForgive me for my past transgression's, towards you and your kin, Ser Erwin. I held the belief that you could not live up to Josephite Leadership of the House but I've concluded with my time out deep in the woods. Maybe you people will be a fair successor to Petyr Bishop and his Sedanian loyalists. Keep your wits amongst you for there will always be people looking to steal everything from you. My final request with death is that you teach your children about the Sedanian Rebellion and the Family's early years in Haense, with my father and uncle's likewise in New Reza. Dravi,
-Luka Bishop
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August promptly frowned at the news, though shutting his front door and murmuring a strained prayer or two.
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"The field marshal?" August Barclay murmured after the siege as the news arrived for him. Idly, he was seated on a small cot in his tent as he signed the Lorraine in remembrance of the field marshal who'd help lead them in the battle.
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Ser August Barclay of Hoonse, a loyal supporter of Klara prepared to beat his cousin, Konstanz with a stick over the affair!
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August Barclay pauses at the missive, then considers mentioning something, before promptly forgetting about said event!
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The aforementioned Carlos Mendez marked down the time, and promptly annoyed his dear cousin Cesar to attend such a summit.
(@Timer)
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"Damn, that's unfortunate." Murmured August Barclay.
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August Barclay marked down the date with a shrug.
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"BLOOD FOR BARCLAY!" Chanted an ecstatic August at the missive.
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August Barclay sat at the feast, eventually tuning back into the constant shouting about his brother, Emil's kidnapping. Without a word the boy rose, awaiting his Lord Marshal's command.
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August Barclay shrugged to himself, then penning a letter to the Princess,
"Your Royal Highness,
I would like to extend my support to you in my willingness to join the search effort for your daughter. As a member of the BSK and a squire. Feel free to place me in whatever group you see fit, preferably in Party B under Nikolai Kortrevich, though.
Signed,
August Barclay"
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29 minutes ago, Basil Moroul said:
Walton continues his search.
August Barclay, alongside Walton, continued his search.
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August Barclay frowned at the sudden disappearance of Anya, though he hadn't a care, looking back on the things he heard about the young woman. "Ich hope she forgot how to use that crossbow.."
Charles Darkwood sits in his study, watching his growing children converse idly as he was none-the-wiser about Anya's apparent death. Though he quietly recalled walking her down the aisle as a father-type-figure but a few years ago.
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August Barclay arched a brow as he heard Johann explain the situation to him. Though he did nothing whatsoever except watch the gathering of the court chat and complain about Anya with his uncle Viktor!
(@Borin)
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hate the mercatrolling
hate them!!!!
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An aged veteran of the Tenth Nordling war, and of the multiple Mercatorii campaigns within Oren, skims through the call with a wrinkled grin.
"Viva Mercatorii, borsa."
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“Welcome home, du two.” August Barclay stated, welcoming his southern-kin home.
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"Krusae Zwy Kongzem." Huffed August Barclay at the news, grazing a solemn finger upon his single-edged sabre with an idle grin.
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"Waldenfest results are results." Shrugged August Barclay.
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“Based!” August Barclay exclaimed at the notice.
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August Barclay stood at attention in the Basilica, baton in his right hand as he loyally served the BSK!
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“Too long, won’t read.” Stated a young August Barclay as he hopped about the Reinmaren courtyard.
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[PK] - Forever Sailing
in Human Realms & Culture
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Charles Darkwood sat there in his cozy little study pondering over a book as said letter arrived. He peered between the signature and the beginning of the letter; as though he didn't wish for it to end. His eyes stood trained on the beginning before eventually lifting his visage to drawl out over the rest of the letter.
"They're all going, one by one. Ich will, though."
He remarked shortly with a frown, then lowering the letter and returning to his book with teary eyes.
Luka Bishop promptly welcomed his cousin into the seven skies alongside Petyr, sipping Carrion throughout the night.