Travisty

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the rugged landscape, Dietrich Faust sat alone, the crackling of a bonfire the only companion to his solitude. The aging Waldenian resembled nothing close to the once youthful and confident man he had been. His weathered face bore the marks of time, etched with lines of regret and sorrow. For decades he had wandered, nothing more than a solitary figure seeking solace in the wilderness, having chosen to flee from the memories that haunted his every waking moment. The peace he had yearned for eluded him, slipping through his fingers like sand in an hourglass. And now as news reached him of the passing of his friend, Waclaw Jazlowiecki, Dietrich found himself consumed by regret. He regarded Waclaw as a man far more than his noble titles and lineage; He was his best friend, his brother. The two shared laughter and tears, triumphs and failures, and yet in his selfish pursuit he had allowed the sands of time to slip away unchecked, believing that there would always be a tomorrow, that there would always be another day to return and catch up with his old friend. This was his biggest regret. Dietrich gazed into the flickering flames, a letter unfinished held tightly in the man's hands, and a quiet goodbye uttered. "You were always the better man, Red." He tossed the letter into the fire before then reaching for his flask and an extra cup from his bag. He opened it, pouring some of the fine liquor into the empty cup before setting it beside him, his gaze drifting towards the starry sky as he raised his flask up high. One last toast. "Farewell, dear friend.”

Dietrich gave the missive a quick read, only one name stood out to him with the rest meaning very little, "Someone's awfully popular." He shook his head; a small chuckle escaped the blond as he set the missive aside to begin writing a letter.

Dietrich read the missive, setting it aside before beginning to write a letter of his own to his old friend, "A retirement well-earned, friend, and a visit is long overdue. I ought to bring my best liquor..."

Dietrich squinted, looking the letter twice over alongside the missive, "This man..." He sighed, though couldn't help but chuckle as he penned a response to his "friend".

MC Name: Trxvisty RP Name: Dietrich Faust Persona ID: 83249

Her Grace, Izabela Ivanovich, spent the coming days inside her quarters mourning the loss of her late husband and even more so for her son. She hoped Andrezj had not truly met his end on lands far from home, that perhaps he had just found new opportunities elsewhere and would one day return, though that was only the wishful thinking of a grieving mother.

Dietrich read the missive before setting it aside with a heavy sigh. The Commander had been taking his dear friend's death especially hard, not having slept at all since witnessing the execution.

Dietrich Faust read the missive with a small scoff, setting it aside along with the stacks of others, "Justice doesn't discriminate, "holy woman" or not."

A Call to Arms Penned by, Dietrich Faust c. 1939 To the People of Merryweather and Valiant Souls of our nation, I, Commander Dietrich Faust, address you today in response to the troubling missive regarding the presence of a group of malicious nuns in our lands. It is my solemn duty to ensure the safety and well-being of our community, and in light of the reported threat, we shall take decisive action and extend aid in their capture. Reports of these nuns wandering our land and soliciting donations while allegedly poisoning our populace cannot be taken lightly. The safety of our people remains paramount, and I assure you that we shall not stand idly by. Your concerns are our concerns, and we will do everything in our power to address this menace. First and foremost, as suggested in the missive, I implore you not to interact with any nun you may come across. These individuals are to be considered potentially dangerous until we can ascertain the full extent of their actions. Avoid making eye contact, speaking to, or engaging with them in any way. Furthermore, if they attempt to offer you food or sustenance, heed our warning and flee immediately. Your well-being is our priority. For those among us who possess the skills and the courage to confront this threat head-on, they are offering a bounty of 500 minas for each nun brought to justice, whether dead or alive. I expect those who take up this challenge will be duly compensated. However, I must stress that we aim to capture these nuns alive for confirmation and questioning. Whoever makes the capture is entitled to their reward, and in order to claim such, send a bird to an individual by the name of Galatriel, who posted the bounty. Send either myself or Sergeant Isavella Jazloviecki a bird should any more information or sightings of these nuns arise. Let us stand united against this threat to our community. By working together, we can ensure the safety and security of our lands. We shall leave no stone unturned in our pursuit of justice, and we will not rest until this danger has been eliminated. Stay vigilant, stay safe, and may the blessings of our land be with you all. SIGNED, Your dutiful Commander, Dietrich Rainer Faust APPROVED BY, HIS HIGHNESS, Heinrich II Lothar von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and the Rhine, Landgrave of Alstreim, Baron of Corwinsburg, Lord of Blackwater, Lord Vandalore