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[!] On the tenth of Amber’s Cold the Scath family vacated their family home on raven road. Brawly and Ezra carried one baby each as they made their way through the deserted streets of the moon lit duchy. Zahira clung tightly to her father’s leg as they walked past the gallows and down toward the gate. Ser Dr. Brawly Scath beckoned to the guard who manned the gate who operated the mechanism and afterwards offered a traditional two finger salute to the veteran and his sizable family and Brawly returned this salute along with his son Yerro. The entourage marched out the gate with the patriarch holding his one-year-old daughter, followed by Mellena whose arm was clung to by Yerro. Ezra brought up the rear holding the newest addition, an eleven-month-old human baby named Callum by his adopted parents. The parade of the Scath family would pass the tree from which a noose swung listlessly. Brawly looked to the hangman's knot with a somber expression. Ezra looked to him from the back “Nub.” Brawly turned to her “Wut?” Ezra looked to him with a stern expression “Dwo nub evun gruk about et.” Brawly sighed as he responded “Ah wuzzen. Ah kuld nevur leave yall.” He offers a reassuring smile to his family. Ezra nodded to him “Hozh. Lat haz ben fheelyng dauwn laytelee. Mi uzt wanted dub mayke zur.” Brawly turned to face forward “Ah wus ust rememberin’.” He takes a pause. Ezra doesn’t press the issue further and the rest of the family remained silent, save Callum’s babbling. The party eventually makes their way to the docks of Yong Ping. They board a ship chartered for an unknown location. As Brawly ascended the gang plank Zahira looked to him with an uneasy expression. “Where are we going, daddy?” Brawly was unable to answer for a short moment. He shook his head in his silence as he reached the deck of the ship. “Away frum 'ere…” he breathed. Zahira piped up again as she ran to hug Brawly’s leg “When will we be back?” Before Brawly could answer, the rest of the Scath family boarded the vessel and shared in the second youngest daughter’s question. Tears filled the eyes of both the patriarch and the baby he carried. “Ah… Ah don kno…” Hours later the anchor of the sailing ship was lifted, and the sails lowered. Brawly stood at the bow, alone as the sun began to rise over the horizon, bathing his bearded face in a warm orange light. His face bore a hesitant smile as he basked in the beauty of this moment. Ezra moved from the quarters to join her husband at the bow of the ship. She stood beside her husband, reaching an arm up to wrap around his waist before she buried her head into his side. Brawly reached down to run his fingers through her hair. Although their future was uncertain, Brawly took solace knowing that he would not be alone during this voyage. He had come a long way from the scared and angry young man who had roamed the streets of Talons port. His goal to never be alone again had long been accomplished and he had his sizable family and a multitude of friends that would surely miss him. Brawly still held onto the hope that maybe one day, he would be able to return. He held hope… Hope that he would return to the home he had helped to create… The home he had toiled and sacrificed for… The home he loved… Rozania forever!

[!] A masked figure stood on the precipice of the holy building, it stared silently at the plaque that hung above it hallowed portent. Behind the red glass that shielded an obscured its eyes it held not but distain. Its eyes narrow as it turns its back on the church and adjusts its mask, the white porcine reflecting the the moonlight that softly illuminated it. It storms off, deeper into the city, malice clearly visible in each and every subtle movement.

Szymon Buckfort would stir from his home in Rozanias castle. Upon hearing of his fathers return, he would be excited, yet cautious. Those three years weren't exactly easy for him, but he never gave up hope that he would see his father again. He waits in the place he had made for himself and one other with his breath held. He was excited to see his dad again.

[!] Upon reading this, Brawly Scath would begin prepping his armament. He shines the breastplate he originally received during the days of the Sarissian rebellion. He pins the metal that denoted his rank of Sierżant to its front. "Its about time." He smiles as he uncracks a rather ornate spear from the wall of his home. The words "Sarissa Forever" are clearly engrave upon the weapons metal shaft. He throws open the door of his home in full kit, a look of determination plastered on his face.

[!] Brawly Scath Would sit beneath the tree, where now two of his friends had departed this world. Silently, he looks to the sky as tears fill his eyes. They still held the reddened color from Keetzo's funeral. His voice then rings out, resounding in harmonious tones and echoing through the hills as he sings an ave for both of them.

[!] Brawly Scath would sigh as he looked at the plague doctor mask he used to wear during La Wavera operations when he was more active as their clan medic. "Fare thee well, friend. May nothing obstruct your path." He salutes nothing in particular and sat back down, stokeinf the flames with a poker.

[!] Brawly would sit at a table inside a tavern, preparing a statement for the upcoming trial when he opened and read the letter. He spoke more to himself then to anyone that would be arround "Ah had concerns about Roza since et became canonist." He grits his teeth at his own mention of the religion he held so much animosity towards. He spoke through his clenched jaw as he continued writing and speaking in hushed tones "Tha court es tha leastah mah worries..."

[!] Brawly would nod as he read the letter. "Itz good tha' someon' aknolege'd tha' nawt ahl ez wel in paradise..." He sat at his desk as he looked over past death reports and refiled them properly. Around 71 papers were refiled. Brawly leaves the letter on his now cleared desk, folded neatly next to its envelope. He speaks once more as he stands from his seat "Lez hope thiz attempt atah fair justice system is actually effective." He pushes his chair in as he makes his way out of his office. A hopeful smile rests on his face.

Brawly would prepare a set of medical supplies. He meticulously organizes his kit, making sure to withdraw extra tippens root, frost vine, and aqua nymph. He lets out a sigh "At least their letting me treat this one. Last time, they removed the poor guys hands and just dipped it in tippens. That's just barbaric. They didn't even cauterize it... " his voice sounds exasperated "I just hope they don't expect me to remove the poor guys hand... hands? tongue as well?" He moves his medical log book and writes in the name Watcher De Ryder and begins planning for the medical procedure.

Brawly Scath would mourn the loss of his eldest son along with his family. His wails can be heard clearly by all who pass the Scath residence.

[!] A letter would be addressed to the proper authorities of Rozania as an open forum "Dear my beloved friends, family, and countryfolk, on this day the 13th of The Amber Cold, I Brawly Scáth, hereby resign from my positions of sierzant of the KAR and Rozania’s Master of Medicine. I believe that, due to recent events that have unfolded, I am unfit for both titles. I have failed you all regarding the deaths of our fellows during the Massacre of Innocents on the 13th of Sun’s Smile. Too many have died due to my inaction and for this I have but one explanation; I chose my family over the people I swore to protect. In this selfish inaction, 70 lie dead and buried. In addition to this, as Oisin’s second in command, I failed in my duty to support him and prevent this tragedy from occurring. I submit that I am no longer worthy of my titles. I submit that I should be succeeded by either Atemu Zepeli or Mellow for sierzant, however I am unsure of my replacement as Master of Medicine. It is with a heavy heart I write this document of formal resignation, but my Passion forever lies with the people of Rozania, her rightful ruler: His Majesty William Buckfort, and my own fledgling family. If you believe that I have made an error in my judgment do not hesitate to reply. However, I fully accept that I have failed my responsibilities and submit myself to the consequences." Sincerely: Brawly Scáth

Brawly would shake his head as he lets out a tear for his bleeding motherland. "It wuz goin' so well... Then et all fellah part..." He reflects on his time, both in the KAR and PKS before it. He began to cry "Ah consider'd ye mah brother... Oisin... Naww..." his fists clench and his face is contorted with rage he grabs his Ahzl spear the engraving 'Sarissa forever' flashing in the light of his personal armory "Ye will pay."

IGN: tk4522_John RP name: Brawly Scath Address: Raven road 2 Vote: William Buckfort

Brawly Scath would pop the top off of a bottle of shampain. "Tha' mah kaptain."

Brawly would debate with himself as to weather to attend. It was clear that the La Waevras were invited, however he doesn't want to run into any one from Sutica. It would be particularly awkward, especially if Johana was in attendance. He ultimately decides to attend to support The La Waevra clan and represent them in this union. He will attend with his wife, Ezra.

Brawly Scath would prepare the remainder of his Yong Ping Sarissian friendship rings (he still has 30 something). He reminisces on the time he has spent in Yong Ping and smiles. No one had shown malice to him and he was thankful for the warm welcome he had initially received and the gracious treatment he had received within the foreign land. He retuned to his tent and held his three year old son close, knowing that he could sleep peacefully in this land.

Brawly Scath would ponder the movies behind this decision. At this point he had long abandoned the Port of Talons, but this decree cemented his hatred for the city. He wondered to himself how low Talons would sink and how many more people would see the writing on the wall and leave as he had.

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Upon hearing of this Brawly Scath would let out a sigh. "The world has lost yet anothah good man... At least he's inah better place. Hope he says hi ta Cillo fer me." He looks out upon the waters of Sarissa and wonders what could have been.

"It was a hard fought and emotional battle for me. I knew people on both sides, but I fought for my home, Sarrisa. Fighting by the side of my kaptain and my count filled me with a sense of pride... I may be a medic, normal, but in times like these, the hypocritic oath must be put aside for the greater good." - an excerpt from the journal of Brawly Scath on the battle of Kharasi Oasis

Upon seeing on of these fliers on his monthly trip into the domain of vortence. Brawly would make the necessary arrangements to attend this ball.

Brawly would raise a glass of blue cloaked madness in celebration of this victory.

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I'm going to miss Lilly.

Cillo Scath was not a remarkable individual by any meaning of the term. He was a simple wanderer who got in way over his head in the city of Talons. He believed he was in the right to the very end. He simply wanted a home, and thought he had found one. For this he died, banished from his home and alone, as he began. In his disgrace, he jumped from a high cliff, ending his miserable existence. Before he did, he sent a letter to an old friend, passing on his most valuable possessions to that friend. His half brother, Brawly the fist would continue the Scath legacy. Cillo’s body was buried by Brawly shortly before making his way to Talon.