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    Viktor Maximilian Weiss, Kansan, Mrithun
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    (Viktor: Hanso-Hyspian Highlander) (Kansan: Kha'Cheetrah) (Mrithun: Animii)

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  1. Along with his parents, brother, and loved ones, Viktor Weiss stood at the bedside of Stanislaw Weiss as the cardinal passed away. "Va ve Maan." The grieving man muttered under his breath as he left the clinic with sorrow and gratitude. Viktor was truly thankful for having this good and blessed man as his brother, but as all mortal beings come to pass, the grief of loss weighed heavily.
  2. The Union of Viktor Weiss & Aurelia Stroheim ⥽―――――――――⋈―――――――――⥼ ⥽―――――――――⋈―――――――――⥼ Issued by Viktor Maximilian Weiss on this 24th day of Tov ag Yermey of 504 E.S. ⥽―――――――――⋈―――――――――⥼ Esteemed friends and family, It is with great joy and joviality that we announce the wedding of Viktor Weiss and Aurelia Stroheim to be held within the year, taking place at the Everardian Basilica in Valdev, capital of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. The eve shall consist of the matrimonial ceremony, followed by a brief celebration and festivities at the Weiss’s home, The Viscounty of Novkursain. We extend the following invitations with a warm welcome; ⥽―――――――――⋈―――――――――⥼ His Royal Majesty, Aleksandr II, King of Hanseti-Ruska, and his royal pedigree His Excellency, Walter Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain, and his noble pedigree His Highness, Cesar II de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia, and his noble pedigree His Grace, Manfred Barclay, Duke of Reinmar, and his noble pedigree Her Grace, Roslin Baruch, Duchess of Valwyck, and her noble pedigree His Grace, Viktor var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus, and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Otto Ludovar, Count of Otistadt, and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Cassian Colborn, Count of Malkovya, and His noble pedigree His Lordship, Henrik Amador, Baron of Mondstadt, and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Irena Kortrevich, Baroness of Koravia, and her noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Katrin Stafyr, Baroness of Thurant, and her noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Alyona Godunov, Baroness of Verskaya, and her noble pedigree Her Royal Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, Queen of the Númenedain, and her royal pedigree His Royal Majesty, Peter Hîr-Arasuil Stroheim, King-consort of Numendil, and his royal pedigree The pedigree of Tribe Stroheim Stanislaw Cardinal Westerwald Ser Mikhail Valkonen & Rosalind Valkonen Her Serene Highness, Dame Helena of Formindon Dame Bronwyn of Formindon Aurelia Whitewood Beatrice Ivankov Sir Damien de Salia Maheral Seth Calith All who wish the couple merriment and a prosperous union are welcome to attend ⥽―――――――――⋈―――――――――⥼ The date of the wedding is as follows… ⥽―――――――――⋈―――――――――⥼ Iv Joveo Maan, His Lordship, Viktor Maximilian Weiss Armsman of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl Firress, Aurelia Stroheim
  3. Viktor Weiss looked over the paper again now that it had finally published. Satisfied with the contents on the page and the meticulous work he went through to produce the rings, he folded the paper and placed it within his satchel, feeling contentment.
  4. Viktor Weiss approached the bodies of Via and Brendell Colborn, frozen at the base of a towering ice spike on the main street of Haense. With a sorrowful gaze, he looked down at the bodies and tried comforting his cousin, Iduna Colborn, as they both stood silently. He frowned as he braved the harsh winds and snow kicking up into the air, mourning the death of his aunt and uncle.
  5. Viktor Weiss crosses his arms as he reads the wanted poster hung upon the Ulrichsberd noticeboard in Merryweather. After moments of his own contemplation, he pulls out a slip of paper and copies the information from the poster before tucking it away.
  6. Viktor Weiss discovered a letter lying on his bed sometime after the news of his grandmother's death had circulated within the family. He picked up the letter, sat on his bed, and opened it up to read it. His eyes tracked the words across the page, re-reading the line addressed to himself multiple times before reading the entire letter. After he placed the letter on his bedside, he held his head in his hands... He did not cry... He never cries... But, the silence in his room would most certainly testify to his sorrow.
  7. I LOVE LOTC! /cries/

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    You’ve 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, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Staring back, studying the woman and the candles in the air, he would step forward in a slow, leisurely fashion. "Salam... and so you have." he remarks before taking a seat. Pausing for a moment, he would situate himself on the cushion, his gaze meeting the corners and shadows of the tent in search for other people that might be hiding. "You must know well enough that I am nothing more than a nomad... My parents come from the lands of Atlas, but I cannot recall the greater part of my younger years. All I know are vague memories of the swamplands and mountains of Almaris and the comfort of my solemnness." he states in a calm, low tone. "I spend my days behind the pages of books and on trails untraveled." he says, glancing briefly at the candles. A pause occurs as he sits in silence, looking to the woman and over at the tent walls beyond her. He stands up from the cushion, rolling his shoulders, "I must say that I don't have much else to explain to you. I am simple. I won't be bothered to pry into my own history for you, stranger... Be well with what you now know." he states with an irked demeanor. He starts walking to the tent entrance before any response can be uttered. "Ma'a salama." he says as he steps back out into the town, continuing onward.
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