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⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ A CALL FOR STORIES Distributed across the settlements of the continent · 7th of Amber Cold, 283 S.A ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ** The young boy sat crosslegged on the floor of his aunt's home, surrounded by scattered papers and a couple of knocked-over inkwells. His tongue sticked out of the corner of his mouth as he copied the same notice again and again. By the time he was done, ink stained his fingers and his aunt's carpet. ** "Prevja, dear citizen of the Empire and beyond! Ea'm Sigismund Aleksandr Amador and eam working on what ea believe to be a very important project. Ea'm compiling a Book of Remembrance of the remarkable people of the age of Aevos. Niet only koengs and rulers. Ea wish to collect the stories of ALL who have shaped the continent; the knight, the scholar, the merchant, the medic, the diplomat, the ones history might otherwise forget. Ea'm asking vy to send mea a short account of a person vy believe deserves to be remembered. It can be about your ancestors, or someone vy admire ((or even one of your older characters)). Even a few lines of who they are and what they have done would bring mea great joy. Ea intend to one day compile these stories into a collection so that everyone may take an example of them. Ea will say...if vy know any one of the House Amador members, ea would be especially grateful. Ea'm still learning of mea own roots, and every story of mea kin helps light the way. Vy may send vyr contributions by a bird, or hand it personally to mea, in case we run into each other. Spasiba!" ** He blew on the last sheet to dry out the ink, stacked the notices under one arm and marched out to the street. He went from post to post through the capital, dragging a crate behind him to reach proper nailing height. He handed the remaining copies to a courier, paying him with what he managed to save. ** Sigismund Aleksandr Amador Aspiring Chronicler of Azuras ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻ ✦ ⸻⸻

William read the notice of Paul's death with a heavy heart, his eyes lingering on the words as the reality set in. He took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words "Rest in peace, brother..." he muttered.

William looked at the cool signature before marking the date on his calendar.

William would patiently wait to meet his new nephew

William would look at all the scars on his legs made by the berry bushes in the Silasian forest, forever leaving a mark. Suddenly, he remembered his deceased horse companion, who had fell victim to those same bushes. Nonetheless the serene and private atmosphere the forest offered compensated those.

“Lurking in the shadows??” William said “Do you mean hanging around in broad daylight?”

Brother Godfrey screamed with laughter in the middle of New Valdev, striking his knee with a slap. "Undead set bounties now?? You were crafted to kill! Not hide a mile underground while waiting for bounty hunters!" he then wiped a tear in between his laughter

"The vampyres and undead have long united, why can't we?"

"Well well well." He exclaimed as he continued reading carefully "An apology for acting poorly, it seems. I wish an apology would undo all the grief caused by you acting poorly with these rotten piles of bones." William said towards the missive as he took note of things. "At least he will be easy to find"

William stumbled upon the missive during his visits, he recognised the crest, peaking his interest. He walked over read it carefully. The first part made him raise a brow making him read faster, suddenly his eyes wide opened in shock "What???" he said reading the second part, in disbelief he read it again "WHAAAAT????" along with his eyes, his mouth too was wide open. Upon finishing reading the missive he turned the page around "Huh?" he kept looking up and down the missive to see if he overlooked a part "The reason??". There was a lot of confusion "I should pen her a letter. Imagine raising a daughter like Esfir and then disinherit her at the last moment." he took a deep breath calming himself "Their loss I guess, she will definitely be valued somewhere else."

William grew up with fantasies of slaying a dragon, ever since he gained his consciousness, he looked for stories of past dragons, he looked for strategies, he trained, he planned. He found the stories, he fantasised more; he met knights, he fantasised even more; he SAW a throne made of a dragons skull, he SAW a sword containing a dragons soul, he fantasised even more! Up until he met someone old enough to witness many dragons, giving him the news about how dragons are really slain...in a lame way with siege weapons and NOT with a great spear. Still, seeing how the world was shaping up, he couldn't help but delusionally think that all his fantasies were slowly building a path for him to slay a dragon! Was GOD making his wish come true??? Could destiny lead him that way?? All this time, there hadn't been a single dragon sighting, yet now that he was becoming old enough, a dragon emerges???

"This is concerning." William said as he read the missive. "Nothing taken that far ends up without a disaster."

William was greatly motivated to march after hearing about a threat to a loved one by Florian. It was no lie that the squire had been shaking on the way—out of fear, cold, adrenaline and anger—yet he was determined for payback. He prayed he would find Florian there to put a stop to the vampyre's torment upon cured individuals. "A threat for a threat." he mumbled after returning without any sight of Florian.

William had fought some of them before, though never victorious, always caught unprepared or outnumbered. This time, they had the upper hand. "They were too shocked," he thought. "They were only brave enough to attack unsuspecting civilians, hiding behind countless reinforced doors and multiple gate series. Who knew the undead feared death?" "Let it be a lesson, for there will be a march after every attack of dark spawn on civilian gatherings." He went on to celebrate, for while it might not have been a victory with many darkspawn cleansed, it was surely a message showing them that they are not invulnerable.

Reading the missive, William would bring some new cool books he found on his recent travel "Thank you for all you've done sister!" he said as he handed her the books.