Wretched Aidan

Aldrych frowned as he sat besides the campfire upon received the horrible news, the young man hadn’t knew his sister well, but it certainly upset the young man. He pushed himself up from the fire, before heading into his home and setting his hands upon the piano keys once more, playing his sorrows away.

A Trauma’s End Oh it was but another ordinary and beautiful day for the crippled Pyotr Ludovar! He kicked open his front door and with much effort, pushed himself out of his home and into the street! The Man smiled, a hopeful smile, that perhaps he could recover from his crippled state. Though he couldn’t rely on the possibility that he could recover, so instead he decided to attempt to do things he used to be able to, that now he could hardly do.. - Pyotr happened to notice a group of Haeseni fishing in a small pond near the Karosgrad Palace, with that same hopeful smile on his lips.. He went stair by stair up the Palace’s steps, which was near impossible for the wheelchair bound man, but he was surely determined. Upon reaching the summit of the stairs, he pushed over to the group around the pond. Pyotr eyed one of the various fishing rods being passed out to those who wished to fish.. Pyotr wheeled himself over and used what was left of his left arm to try to pick it up, though he couldn’t manage it. Instead, one of the Haeseni nearby helped the crippled man, setting the bottom of the fishing rod beneath his leg, before casting it out for him. Though only a frown curled up on Pyotr’s lips, then accepting that he could never be the man he once was. Though he sat there and watched the line, waiting for a tug! He was still determined to catch a fish! He sat and sat, and waited for that tug. An hour of time went by before the line received a tug. The Ludovar’s face alit at the tug of the rod... he then looked down at the rod and then to what was left of his arms, his left nub. Pyotr couldn’t let all this time he had waited to go waste, so he wrapped his nub around it and jerked his body backward as quick as he could! Which happened to cause his wheelchair to flip. Those around him hurried over in concern, and to their surprise.. Pyotr was delightfully chuckling at what had happened! For he did indeed manage to catch a fish! But at what cost did the man catch it? Was it worth flipping out of his chair? In his eyes it certainly was. Those around Pyotr then lifted him up from the ground and set him back up right in his wheelchair. He then exclaimed to them all, “Spasibo! Spasibo!” With that smile of hope on his face. Pyotr then abandoned his fishing rod and pushed himself away from all of his fellow Haeseni, and made his way to the Palace stairs. - Pyotr flew down the stairs! Instead of being filled with horror, Pyotr bellowed out a laugh as he went soaring down the stairs, that huge hopeful smile still there! He managed to make it down without injury, to his joy! - Pyotr sucked in a deep breath and moved over toward the aviary! Where he found a letter, meant for him! He pushed into his lap and used his nub to open it, the letter read,“Pyotr; I need to speak with you. Do send me a bird in reply - Wu.” Pyotr’s hopeful smile then faltered as he finished reading.. but he forced it back onto his lips! Deciding he didn’t want to be a Grumpy Old man that day! He then waved down a familiar Halfling with his nub, calling out, “Aye! Vy Lad! Do vy know how to vrite?” Minto, the halfling replied with something similar to, “Yeh'p! I can write 'n common and sign language!” Pyotr smiled that hopeful smile once more, before bellowing, “Dobry! Would vy please vrite something for eam?” Minto nodded his head, saying something similar to, “Sure! Whaddeuah want it to say?” Pyotr asked him to write, “Meet eam at Dowry Street, house number five..” Minto did such then, and sent the bird to Wu Kiramira on Pyotr’s behalf. Pyotr then said, “Spasibo Lad! Now Ea must get home and prepare!” Pyotr then began pushing himself home, picking up a sweat. He made it about eighteen feet before a man suddenly put his hand on his shoulder. Pyotr was rather shocked as his gaze shot upward, and there he was.. Wu Kiramira, the young man had a black handprint upon his face and somehow managed to get his limbs back that Pyotr had taken years ago. Pyotr smiled that same smile at him, and said, “Ah! Dobry! Now vy can push eam home!” Pyotr then sat up straight and pushed that note from earlier into his pocket with his nub. Wu looked at Pyotr as if he had gone mad, and asked, "You do know who I am?" Pyotr replied with, "Ea do but ea do niet feel like being a gumpy old man today.." Wu then nodded his head, understanding Pyotr's point and pushed him to his home. - The moment they entered Pyotr’s house, Wu raised his hand and delivered a slap right across Pyotr’s pale face, it left a faint red mark. “What happened to you old man!” Wu shouted at Pyotr regaurding his crippled state. Pyotr’s hopeful smile then faltered, “Vy go ask vyr papej what happened!” Pyotr scoffed then, a total change of mood. “. . . What? My father abandoned me long ago. I’ve moved past him now.” He muttered, clearly having no idea of what Pyotr referred to. Pyotr sighed, his gaze dropping and going dim and dark.. “He caught eam.. or… ea fell into his trap.- He’s a coward had to deceive eam!” Pyotr scoffed, his gaze looking up to Wu, “Vhat man deceives another man!” He threw his nub up, before explaining, “Knocked eam out.. and.. began his evil vorks.. removing mea limbs as ea did to vy,” His gaze fell from Wu, and went down to his singular foot, “Yam.. szam about that..” Wu did not take Pyotr’s apology lightly, and he then muttered, “..I could kill you for that, you know.” He then withdrew his blade, a cruel smile on his lips. “Who’s to stop me?” Pyotr sighed as he watched him withdraw the blade, then muttering, “Ea hold vy to a higher esteem than slaughtering a man in his home..- Ea fear niet mea death.. vy must.. Try harder than such..” Pyotr muttered out to him, looking the cold Wu in his eyes, letting out a hoarse cough. Wu then began to scream at Pyotr, “You. You ruined my life. It was your fault. You should be begging for mercy, not..” The young Lad began to shake, his grasp on the blade loosening. “It’s your fault.” He uttered out once more Pyotr lifted up his nub, wagging it at him. “Nie Nie Nie! Vy made that mistake vhen vy slaughtered the child..- Vhy ought ea to plead of vy? Yam a man vho sits in his misery… plagued with watching his friends all die or disappear.- Vy got the better end of it..” Wu then yelled, enraged by Pyotr’s words, “The skies turned GREY! He put the TAR INSIDE ME! I have it WORSE than YOU. You can’t even..” He stopped, and at that put the blade at Pyotr’s throat, “You think far too highly of me.” Pyotr began to chuckle with the blade at his throat, showing his lack of fear of his own demise “Kiramira.. must vy add onto vyr suffering? Vhy must vy add onto others suffering? Vhat do vy gain in leaving mea children vithout a papej?” Pyotr’s eyes closed, the weak and frail man just sitting there before speaking once more, “Vy gain niething… But vy only show to be a lover of pain..” He says opening his eyes, his nub then raising and slowly moving it toward Wu’s right hand, just resting it by his hand, in a father like manner. - And with such, Wu began to sob and dropped the blade to the floor, “You.. Need to stop talking, old man.” Pyotr then chuckled out, “Ah.. Just like Primrose.” recalling something that took place in Vienne years ago. Pyotr was a tad shocked he hadn’t thrusted the blade into his throat, then speaking, “Ea said it on that road.. And ea’ll say it again.. Yam szam vith vhat happened to vy… Though do know Lad.. Vy do niet have to be like that man vho regarded vy only as a pawn.. Nor like one who has to go through suffering.. Vy can change it all..” He concluded with, his eyes closingWu then protested such, saying he couldn’t do such due to a being who came into his life.. when the being came the animals and insects fled and the grass died, Pyotr then said, “Vy should have taken the animal's heed.. and fled..” Wu protested with something like, “He was on a steed! I stood no chance.. I’m not a good swordsman..” Pyotr looked at him and muttered, “Is that what you fear Kiramira? Death?” He chuckled at him, Wu replied with, “I do fear death.. But I fear him far more..” He then paused, “I was sent here to kill you..” Wu admitted as he sat on the ground, the blade still on the carpet.. Pyotr’s eyes widened a smudge as he learned of Wu’s true intentions, - Wu then muttered something along the lines of , “I fear him more.” Before picking up his blade and standing up. Pyotr’s eyes stayed wide before he screamed on the top of his lungs, “HELP EAM-“ Though no one heard his cry, or they simply chose to ignore it.. Wu panicked then as Pyotr called for help and thrusted the blade forward in an attempt to pierce Pyotr’s neck, “MAKE IT EASY FOR ME! PLEASE!” He begged of the man he was seeking to slaughter. Pyotr then lifted up his only leg right as he sent the thrust, causing Pyotr’s head to fall to the side due to lack of balance, and used that lifted leg to kick Wu in his knee, before shouting once more, “VY COVARD! TRYING TO KILL A MAN IN HIS OVN HOME!” Pyotr’s kick managed to connect, and Wu fell onto a knee; Though his left hand jutted forward, grabbing Pyotr by the neck, “Please.” Wu hissed as he sent his sword forward into Pyotr’s gut, which led to Pyotr letting out a scream of pain as his leg flailed, before screaming with the breath in his lungs! “COW- ARD!” He paused for another moment, before screaming for anyone to hear his possible final words, “TELL MEA KIN YAM SZA- am..” And that was that. Wu turned the blade inside of Pyotr’s abdomen before yanking it upward, creating a large gash in the man that led up to his neck. And in that moment, all Pyotr could do was flash that hopeful smile! And that was it for Pyotr Ludovar, he breathed his last with that same hope.. Wu then yanked the blade out of Pyotr, and spat on the dying man. “But no one came. No one would, for you.” Those words echoed through Pyotr’s mind as his heart began to stop, his mind set on those words. He wondered if Kiramira’s words were true, would no one truly come for him? Even if they heard his cries and pleads for help? Pyotr never got to determine an answer as his heart pumped a final time.. And it was over, Pyotr’s life filled with trauma.. Came to an end.. Pyotr's Body was found the very next saints day,

Aldrych picked up the missive without reading it or anything, seeking to do such later on. He walked into his home and went straight to his piano, opening the missive and setting it over his sheet music. Though he did not read it just yet, and instead began to play and scan over it at the same time. Upon reading the title his playing came to a sudden & dramatic pause, “Huh!-“ He yelled before stopping and picking it up and reading over it quickly. A, “Oh..” then leaving him, “That.. was entirely unexpected..” He says with widened eyes, before then returning to his piano playing, a small smile upon the young man’s lips.

Pyotr Ludovar let’s out a pained sigh, as another whom he looked up to, or another in general breathes their last. “Dravi friend.. Dravi..” He mutters under his breath before returning himself to sleep.

Pyotr Ludovar smiles as the war ended far quicker than he had thought it would, though he begins to cheer! “Ea can go visit mea friends again!” He says with a grin, as all he’s been able to do lately is lie around

Pyotr smiles widely as he reads the notice, something rare for the man now a day. “Ea knew vy vould do vhat is right Lura..”

Pyotr Ludovar rests in his bed as he watches the entire conflict unroll.

Eric (Secretly Aldrych) tilts his head as he reaches to take the missive from Agatha @JudgedKitty. After a moment of scanning over it, an amused smile upon his lips, “It’s not weird..- It’s hilarious!” He says as he begins to laugh, passing it back to her.

Pyotr Ludovar let’s out an exhale as he awakes in a place foreign to him.. His real left eye gone, due to Rani shooting it out hours prior, replaced with a teal Automaton eye. Upon learning of Rani’s death, via letter. he begins shedding tears from his right eye. The man unable to cry with his left eye any longer. “Ea forgive vy Lad.. Ea forgive vy..- Dravi Rani.. Dravi..” He hums softly.

Zi’ren frowns upon learning of the death of, Doctor Valah Lady Adrianna Barclay - Darkwood, as Zi’ren would say.

Pyotr Ludovar departs from Otistadt, unable to watch his dear cousin die.. He mounts himself upon his steed, riding toward the Rimeveld, tears swollen on his eyes. Barely able to see what’s in front of him.. His horse then comes to a halt, upon a place he had been years ago.. A place where things took place that affected the man.. He gaze’s toward Otistadt from the hill. Tears streaming down his face, The Man hysterically sobbing.. He then screams toward the keep, “NIE! VY CAN N- NIET, NIET LEAVE US!” He screams in between hiccups, gasping for air.. Truly knowing no one could hear his cries.. The Man sat upon the hill for hours, staring at the Keep from afar, cry after cry.. His sobbing not ending.. Until, he slouches forward, The Sobbing having exhausted the already exhausted Ludovar. He falls fast asleep upon his steed. All of his worries fading, temporarily as he slept.. - Pyotr, later that evening, would receive a bird from his Younger Cousin, Johanna, confirming the news.. Causing the man further sorrow, having the news confirmed

Pyotr Ludovar lips purse upon learning of the koeng’s death. The man’s mind immediately going to when he had met Sigismund for the first time, and the hospitality he had displayed toward him at the pond near the Amador keep. He admired, and still admires, that about Sigismund.

Hey man! For the first bit.. In Haense feel free to do gate duty when ever! There’s a channel to log it in aswell in the discord! :))

Milo Kutznetsov goes limp.

Without A Word Milo Kutznetsov decided to begin leaving the farm house again, ‘putting himself out there’ could be a way of describing it.. He stepped foot into the Karosgrad gate, as many times before.. Not knowing this would be his final walk into the grand city.. He spots one Brandon Boswen being removed from the city by two BSK members and one Iulius Vernhart, tutor and jovenaar to those in Haense, Milo’s greatest, and closest friend. The Kutznetsov shrugs it off, not even giving it another thought. He continues through the street of Karosgrad, making his way to the square. Though freeze’s half way through his march.. The Ferrymen charge through the city, charging for the square, with their blades and weapons raised high.. Milo steps to the side as he tries to grasp, or even comprehend what’s happening.. The group of ferrymen swarm a few unfortunate individuals in the square, slaying them instantly. Then Milo knew what he must do, he advanced toward the square.. Reaching for his own blade, Iulius Vernhart not far behind him. He makes his way to the square, meters away from the ferrymen, or so he believed. Iulius Vernhart stood at his side, his own blade raised. He shares a whisper to The Kutznetsov, “This am the end, mea friend.” Milo swallows before gently nodding his head in response, as if speaking words without saying a single thing.. Not even a moment after Iulius had whispered such to him, He draws his final breath.. An axe came down on The Kutznetsov’s head, splitting it into two. A Ferryman having been at his left flank the entire time.. Milo’s sword fell from his hand, impacting the ground with a clang… Soon after his entire body goes limp, he then plummets to the ground with a “THUMP!” Iulius' words where so ever true, It was the end, Milo lays there dead.. Milo left his home that day, without saying a word to his family. He said not a word, not to either of his sisters, Dijana, his niece, nephew, nor his father.. Not a single person. Now, He’s gone…

Pyotr Ludovar smiles as he reads over the missive! “Ahhh! Dobry to hear that things are finally coming together for those two..” He mutters to himself!

Pyotr Ludovar face alights with joy as he scans over the missive. “Atlast! The var is over! After all these years we are at peace! The generations to come, may live in peace!” The Ludovar cheers as he reaches for his quill, his ink and something to write upon, ——————————————————————————— A tear rolls down Milo Kutznetsov's cheek upon reading the missive, rather that be in joy or in sadness... "Was it truly worth it? All the lives lost for the war's cost? Ja do hope so.." Milo inquires of his sister with the quirk of his brow, @MotherLay ——————————————————————————— Zi'ren squints as he peer's down at the missive, the chilling fennic winds blowing the missive right out of his hands! He knits his brows together, "Ayla for them I suppose!" The young 'Fenn mutters, ——————————————————————————— Aldrych Bennet blinks at the missive after reading it! The youth not even knowing his nation was at war to begin with!

Milo Kutznetsov weeps in his bed as he laments the loss of his dear Brother in law.. Not being able to bear being locked up in his home any longer, rises from his small bed. He makes his way to the door of the farm house, he picks up his boots, strapping upon his feet.. And out for a walk he goes.

Pyotr Ludovar snorts upon reading the missive, Aldrych Bennet somehow manages to get his hands upon the missive. The widest of grins appearing on his face, “Hoonseti-Rooska? They would be no match for Spoooky Castlee!” The Young Ward says as he gazes to Prim, showing her the missive! “Right Prim?’@MapleSunflower

Pyotr Ludovar plomps down at the bar in the tavern before scanning over the poem with haste. He lets out a sigh as he finishes the poem. “Borris…” He mutters to himself as he pulls out his journal , writing things down for a future conversation..

Pyotr Ludovar holds in tears as he stares down at the corpse of Josef Ludovar… The Ludovar unable to contain his tears any longer begins balling… Tear’s landing on the dead Ludovar… “Vhy… vhy vould vy leave us… Vy had so much to live for..” Milo Kutnetsov weeps upon receiving the news of the death of his jousting buddy! “Ja vill miss te moja friend. Ja vill miss te… Sam so szam ja never said zdravo when ja returned..”

As Milo Kutznetsov reads over the book a shout can be heard from the Karosgrad Square, “WOOOOO GREAT JOB IULIUS!”

Milo Kutznetsov, let's out a long confused sigh as he reads through the hearsey. Milo quietly mutters to himself in annoyance, "Who told them the contents of the letter?"

Upon reading the missive Milo Kutznetsov immediately starts penning a letter back to the Princess. "Tjov Highness, Sam so vao to hear about the kidnapping of tjov daughter. Ja would like to volunteer in the attempt to find tjov daughter. Place mi in any group te would like. Signed, Milo Kutznetsov"