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DISCORD: koodinii IGN: Koodinii SKIN TITLE: L'Orgueil BID: 125 minas -
Within the deepest of the keep's recesses, far from another's earshot, a butler would finally allow himself to discard the tears that weighed upon his eyelids. Previous months worked to curse his ears with a ceaseless ringing formed by other's claims of what was to come. But a horror, he thought it, even as the Queen laid before his very eyes, bloodied within a summer's bloom. But that ignorance did not break, and the deafening knell only worsened. What was it? Denial, regret, a foreign stupor? No, it was that which he thought a stranger β Grief. Grief which had wrapped him whilst blinded, a grief which he took upon himself to shed like a second skin. Δedomir thought on what Amaya would have desired had she still breathed. Would she wish for him to weep? No, surely not; she would wish for him to think on moments they had shared. And so he did just that. Through tear-stained cheeks, he continued his duties, the late Queen's words replacing that ringing in his ears with something much kinder. Finally. . peace.
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NOTICE FROM THE ESROVA PRIKAZ
Koodini replied to Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska's topic in Crown of Haense
As Valdev's streets quieted, alight with only a distant moon's glow, one of her majesty's butlers found his return home lengthened. For he could merely rest his head and dream of a tomorrow twined with hope, but his feet carried him elsewhere, a place where brothers and priests swore God listened. A God who Cedomir had never felt the grace of nor sincerely placed faith in. A stranger whom the man found himself placed before an altar, murmuring the name of. Prayers of good health and invocations laced with optimism fled his lips, accompanied by clasped, labor-worn hands. What was belief, if not a tool? And what was hope, if not a mechanism? -
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To be the one to find the corpse was like an astronomer watching the light fade in the skies above. "Nothing can get in your way, not even the stars," a sentiment expressed to Arisztid by his mother. But he never worried about this β His siblings were deemed his stars and were anything but obstacles. A relatively small constellation but one which defined beauties and strengths untold; that's what they had been to him. But one after another, those stars dimmed, their lights vanishing as quickly as they began to shine. It was too soon. All he had been was a moon, orbiting within the rotation of his kin's luminaries, and although he reflected light, he never imagined having to scour for it himself. Xenia had contained a blaze, one which Arisztid, alongside his niece, was the last to see burn out. Juniper grass dirtied with sangria-colored blood. Had he been too slow to quell the fire? Had his hand stayed when it could've settled the flames? All things he'd never know the truth behind, though things he'd brood over for years to come.
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"Y thought so too," Arisztid affirmed, coming to observe the reviews within his mother's grasp. A crease formed between his brows at the lack of mention when it came to XΓ©nia! "Shame. At least she had a good time? Perhaps the experience was more important than a review after the fact." β "And she shared a portion of it with us all." Into silence he fell, following Roszika's glance. Tick... tick tock... tick... tick tock.
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Youβve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, βWhat brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your faceββAh, itβs you. Iβve been expecting you. Sit,β she gestures at a cushion, βTell me your story.β ((How do you respond?)) Quite the shock, wandering mindlessly into what he presumed to be an abandoned tent only to be greeted by a beldam, one who claims to be expecting your arrival nonetheless! The entire situation, even just from having stepped foot in it for a moment's notice, was quite perturbing to the young farmhand. Though, despite his hesitance and underlying fear, Arpiar paced forward, lowering his cloak's hood as mahogany eyes began to take in their surroundings. Eyes flickering between the candles and the crone before him, he quickly realized that have this woman had the wish of ill will for him that he likely would've been struck down by the same magic suspending the fixtures of light above. His lower half met the cushion below in a swift motion. Crossed legs, much like that of an anxious child, was the form this man took, despite his muscular and potentially intimidating stature. "I'm here looking for my sister. I'm supposed to take her back to our family's farm but..." he trailed for a second or two, looking to the beldam with a soft grin, "I have other plans, I'm going to join her. See why she's running off, see what she enjoys so much about the world her and I have barely had the opportunity to touch." Arpiar's hand moved towards his pocket, where he'd beginning digging into for something. That something would quickly illuminate under the candles' flames! A rock, white in color and quite bulky. He motioned to forward, presenting it to the crone. "For you. A gift, if you're cautious. But, seeing as how you already knew I was coming, you already know if you're going to accept it or not, hm?" A small hum rang against Arpiar's tongues as he waited, patiently awaiting the hag's next action.
