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Richard resided at a tavern he had come across within his long journey, taking time to rest with his comrades Sir Baldwin and Sir Arthur. During this time, a courier had brought forth a letter bearing the seal of his aunt. He withdrew his dagger and slid it beneath the wax seal, breaking it. With great care, he unfolded and read the letter from his beloved Aunt, each word of hers sinking in deeper than the last. As they came to an end, the paper was neatly folded, and set down. Richard brushed his sleeve across his eyes to remove the forming blur with a sharp inhale, before sighing. "I have large shoes to fill, hopefully I can live up to your expectations, Aunt Maude."

"About time." the Duke of Stran nodded approvingly at the invitation

“Ah so it finally has been announced! Good for them.” The Duke of Stran said with a grin.

The Duke of Stran signs the document!

"Ah, so that's why he grew beard!" The Duke chuckled alongside his wife as he penned a response to attend the wedding. @Marshi

"Janislav vy quite scholar, da! Dobry writing!" The Duke of Stran praised the local raev wiseman's work. @Jentos

“Seems loike a good gig, aye.” Ser Rollo said to his feel knight, Ser Trumbehrt ‘the Dropped’. @Wretched Aidan

"Dobry read, da. Y love Vaska Chronicles" said the Count Ivanovich!

Roland d’Amaury nodded at his sons words before signing the Lorraine, he looked to him with a proud smile, “Too right my boy, too right.”

Jan Ivanovich said to his son “Who? Niet, never heard of her.”

“I remember bandaging his face whilst we fought against Cloudbreaker, odd while he was older than me strange that I outlived him. GODAN be with you now, King Charlie.” A raevir lord said before he signed the cross after reading the missive.

Count Jan Ivanovich is going to miss his fellow Count Jan!

“Damn, finally you retire old friend?” Leopold von Reuss says with a chuckle upon visiting his brother Ottomar! @Ramon

“Interesting, da. Finally a missive that truly piques my interest.” Said a raevir-lord whilst on his travels. He looked to his trusty squire, “I like things of the mysterious or ominous nature! Send word for me, da?”

An Ivanovich while on his travels sent a letter to his Balianite cousin, Dear Gaius, Am I related to this guy? I truly can’t remember or mind. Signed, Jan @WaveLincoln

“While I am not fond of most Haenser-folk, this truly TRULY a fun read, best luck to this Carrot and his opponent.” Cackled an Ivanovich to his squire whilst on his travels.

While on his travels in far off lands, the missive would reach the Count of Vaška, with Cossack Cigar in hand he mused, “Quite dobry development, da.” before taking another puff of his cigar and riding onwards.

An Ivanovich took the missive in hand while on his pilgrimage from his squire, “Wonder what will happen next.. these days grow stranger and stranger with the old departing leaving the world in the hands of the new.”

welcome!!

From the moment of His Holiness’ passing, Jan Ivanovich remained by his side, uttering not a word or sound. He sent word for his bannermen to accompany him and the Pontifical attendees to the Holy See. Along the ride to the Holy See, Jan’s mind was wrought with sorrow and misery. Pontian was a mentor and much more of a father to Jan since the death of his real father. The Holy Father taught Jan the scrolls, patience, piety, and many more skills he uses to this day in life. Now he was gone, the Count of Vaška went to say his final farewells to Pontian before he was laid to rest. After the goodbyes were said where he and his Bannermen stood watch one last time through the night. Through the night, the Count’s mind was plagued with grief and confusion but he bore no visible emotion to keep the morale of his men high, despite such a loss.

Jan Ivanovich, having just concluded a hunting trip from within the Aschenwald was atop his horse smoking a Cossack Cigar by Ivanovich Industries. One of Jan’s bannermen escorted a clergyman forth through the camp to Jan. The priest came bearing a missive from the Pontiff while also holding an urn in hand. The Count signed the Hussariya before greeting the clergyman who congratulated him on his appointment to the Order of the Black Sepulcher. The Count then graciously accepted the urn and station. Jan saw to it that his men saw that the clergyman returned to the Holy See safely.

“I feel so old.” Commented Leopold von Reuss to his granddaughter, Philippa. @ncarr

An aged Nauzican and Margrave-Emeritus of Velen, Leopold von Reuss sighs upon reading the missive, he signed the Lorraine, "A troubled man you were Emil, despite our begrudged past especially your involvement with my daughter.. I hope that you fight peace amongst GOTT and those who have passed on." he looked to the skies above, "I from this day forward acknowledge Caius Godwin as my true grandson and not just some bastard. I shall aid him in life with whatever he needs for it is the least I can do." @sashimichopped

Jan thinks this to be a very epic and based movement!

A pious Raevir lord would read the missive, he would look to his sons saying, “Vigour in faith.” He then sent word to his friends, the Jazloveckis, to show his support and inquiry of joining the movement. @Olox_