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Sir Hans Stroheim looked down at the missive, a small amused smile going onto his face as he read it twice-over. He couldn't help but feel a slight victory, the words of the earlier encounter between him and another replayed in his mind - the back and fourth that occurred at Aurelien's Trial in Reinmar over qualifications and morality. "It seems that paper isn't needed to save a life afterall. So much for 'telling the Emperor..' to enforce his decree.." He gave a weak chuckle to himself before walking off to show Sir Theodemar the written notice.

Sir Hans gave a tired smile at the official appointment, giving a nod to his own copy before looking up to watch his mother frame a copy of the missive .. Then fall off her step stool while trying to hang it up upon a wall, ".. Mein gott" He muttered.. Before quickly marching forward to help him mother.

THE FIRST HUNT OF AZURAS DIE ERSTE JAGD AUF AZURAS | THE FIRST HUNT OF AZURAS Issued by the Master of Hunt and Horse In the year of our Lord 2052 ÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, THE PEOPLE MUST EAT! Though these mountains be not the lands of our forebears, we shall honour them with the same reverence. Let us not lay waste to the beasts who have long dwelt here ere our coming. Nay, we shall take only what is needful. Therefore, I do proclaim a hunt to be held, wherein we shall pursue the noble stag, a creature whose whole form may be used without wanton waste. Its hide shall be wrought into garments and sundry goods, its bones hewn into tools and carvings, and its flesh portioned for the sustenance of all. Its head shall be mounted for the eyes of all, a token of our first hunt upon these lands, and a symbol of our labour and unity. This hunt is open to all! Men and women, children and Burghers alike. Sir Johann and I have made ready, that both the brethren of the Order and our good citizens may hunt side by side, for we are all kin under the same sky, and all must take meat to live. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET SIR HANS STROHEIM, Master of Hunt and Horse, Doktor of Reinmar's Clinic & Lead Surgeon, Knight for the Order of Saint Tylos

Hans grimaced over the news, Shibuya was the woman who taught him everything that a book couldn't when it came to his profession of alchemy - and she was the one who comforted him at times after his former teacher, his uncle, had passed. It was an odd feeling of grief, she was not a woman of his tribe and to him he was a gaijin, yet she still took him in. Hans sat at his desk as he held the news in hand, memories of her retelling stories of his late family members and how certain recipes were discovered replayed. Death was an odd thing, seems more rare to come naturally now in days then it to be taken abruptly. Eventually after a moment he suddenly stood, shoving his chair back and put on his coat - He had no time to mourn, he was always far to busy too. He had items to collect and more work to do.

THE HUNT ON THE MOUNTAIN DIE REINMARSCHE JAGD AUF DEM BERG | THE REINMAREN HUNT UPON THE MOUNTAIN Issued by the Master of Hunt and Horse In the year of our Lord 2028 ÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, THE TRIBESPEOPLE HAVE LONG SINCE GONE ON A HUNT. The mountains of our ancestors and Franks are just as we had left them, and the animals of the mountain feast upon the same grass we all once walked. With the changing of seasons, and my recent appointment, it is only right we hunt just as those before us did. As Master of Hunt and Horse I invite the tribespeople and those interested to partake in a hunt, one that shall end with a feast with the meat of the day’s results for guests to enjoy. Whomever lands the final blow of the animal shall receive its head as a trophy, the rest of the animal shared amongst the tribe and those attending. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET HERR HANS STROHEIM, Master of Hunt and Horse, Reinmar Clinic’s Lead Physician & Surgeon, Squire for Order of Saint Tylos

✠ - Rider: Hans Stroheim ✠ - Champion: The Reinmaren Bob ✠ - Realm: Burgundy

Name: Hans Stroheim Title: n/a Horse Name: The Reinmaren Bob

As she promised, one by one aviary birds across Aevos began to drop of letter's to specific individuals.. some may arrive after Volet's depature, but some - the lucky ones, will get theirs early. One of these people being Mariola Cailynn. Dear Mariola, I am unsure you'll receive this, as you've been gone for quite some time. But, if you do receive this, then hopefully someday my Will shall as well. As you surely have found out by now, they're all dead Mariola. Everyone has passed. Robert is gone, Peter is gone, Frederica is gone, Leon is gone, Adalfriede is gone, Roland has past.. and now? The children are just gone. Eduard I was able to depart with, as much as it pains me he died - the pain of never mothering him, the fact he was basically taken away and used as a replacement hurt more.. but my babies? My son, My daughter, My twins? Dead. Just dead. Suddenly gone. I don't understand dear, I don't. I don't know how this could happen. I did the autopsy in secret, I didn't want others to know as things been on rough waters ever since the morgue.. but Lieselotte definitely died from hypothermia.. how? You and I know well she's lived in the Tundra for decades, she's a survivalist yet she's just dead.. uninjured, no wounds or anything? Not even fighting back? She just.. died! And Bernhardt, oh Bernhardt.. Mariola is awful. It's grotesque a horror scene. The base of his neck on the right side, his entire arm.. his leg, some of his torso - it's all gone. It's like half of his body was eaten by some creature .. and Lieselotte just laid beside him.. holding his hand.. When I got there to he shown the scene, they were buried in snow, small bits peaking out. Apparently some blizzard hit.. but that's no reason for them to die. Lieselotte lives on the top of a mountain for gods sake! She even wore the right clothes! It makes no sense, her body was so well adapted.. my only thought it maybe Bernhardt for ambushed in the snow, and Lieselotte just gave in the climates upon him dying? But she's so strong even mentally I.. I don't know what to do, Mariola. Bernhardt's daughter, our granddaughter I.. she's all grown, Felicie is so grown, married with a child, but she's so distraught.. her father is gone in one of the most horrific scenes I've ever seen in my career .. and her mother? The classic rich woman excuse.. ‘I have to go on a business trip!’ Then never return.. Ever since they died, I've focused on work. Which means looking at everything medically. I know the symptoms of age and death and I'm experiencing most of them. I sit here writing this in my office besides mounds of old papers and documents I'm sorting for the new Doktor to use when he takes over.. It's an elf, Mariola. A young elf named Castien, it's amazing my dear. He was taken in by the Enherwalds, a newer tribe that the current Lawspeaker is apart of. Castien is the prince's personal physician, as well as he got blooded! The first blooded elf since you! It's a wonderful sight to see.. another elf, one like varik is to be blooded spoke as well I believe. Progress is being made, and I am glad to see it. Castien is fully certified, and he's got a good heart. I see myself in him, we've had similar hardships and I know he'll carry on the medical legacy right. As for you, Mariola, I thank you for all you did with the kids when we were young. I never got the chance to thank you, and I never will get the chance to do it in person.. perhaps in another life, another universe I'll have the opportunity, but not in this one. I love you Mariola, my only true friend that I can genuinely speak too. I know you are no longer Sturmweber, no longer of Wesenburg, but you'll always be apart of my family. Til death do us part.

As she promised, one by one aviary birds across Aevos began to drop of letter's to specific individuals.. some may arrive after Volet's depature, but some - the lucky ones, will get theirs early. One of these people being Ser Brandy of Numdenil. Dear Brandy, My precious Brandy, everytime you visit I cannot comprehend how happy I am to see you alive and well. I remember when you were just a teen, running around with Bernhardt and Leon in Minitz.. the way Bernhardt would help patch you up when wounded, or how you'd wait for Leon after battle to gift him wine .. and of course, your visits to me. To see you go from a tormented young lady, cursed from the soulmancer and outcasted.. to one of the few knights representing all of Numendil, not just numenost, to see you as one of the highest ranks one can achieve in Celi'nor, to see you married! You are happy! You're actually happy.. and I am so blessed to see you grow up and be rewarded with such a wonderful fate. You have always been like a daughter of mine, Brandy.. and though I've said it before, I must say it again. I am so unbelievably happy that you have grown up into such a talented and accepted woman. Someone honored, looked up too, and will most definitely be remembered. I hope you live long and forever, Brandy, and I hope Hendrickson remains with you for it.

THE DOKTOR'S WILL I know I am not yet passed, but my time is drawing near. The Years of medical work have made me no stranger to the symptoms I am expressing, and in light on my children's untimely demise where they couldn't even publish a proper farewell or will.. I wish to do so before it is too late. This isn't going to be a fancy will, nothing in strict writing or serious manner. Rather, I wish to just state who gets what, and I am assured by fellows of Reinmar will follow it thoroughly. For those who I have mentioned I left a letter too, do not expect them immediately. They will be sent over time.. do not threat. I am sure the aviary birds of Aevos will treat my writing with upmost care.. To my dear Mariola, I leave to you a letter, I wish not for you to share it with others, it's much more personal then the rest I have wrote. I do hope you manage to get ahold of it, that the aviary birds find its way to you. I also leave to you all the dagger you once gave me, it served its joy well and deserves to be returned to its owner.. I have sent many old gardening tools to you. They were lieselottes, every single one.. She was my only family that shared such an interest in flowers, and I believe you can make good use. I remember when we were younger, before the world forced you to separate yourself from your natural instincts and tendencies. I wish for you to reconnect with nature someday, and if you do, use the tools Lieselotte and I once used. Create a secret garden for us. Lastly, you also get Fishy von Wesenburg, take care of him well. He deserves a good life with his ‘father’. To my brother-in law, Varik.. I leave to you a letter as well, one of my final wishes are inside and I do wish you read it thoroughly. I also will give my wedding ring, as well as Roland’s. I wish not for it to burn or be buried with me, wherever I end up anyway. You can put it on display in the museum you've worked hard on, perhaps it can be in memory of the first baron and baroness. To my grand-daughter, Felicie.. I leave all my jewelry to you, all my accessories and few things I once wore. My dresses as well, all go to you. I never wished to live such a luxurious lifestyle, so much of my fancier, expensive belongings have been stored away for much time., Similarly, I give all my personal letters and documents I've received over the years to you. I also leave, of course, all your father’s belongings to you as your mother remains across Aevos. To my grand-son, Oswald. I leave to you a letter and all the photos I own, all the framed paintings, depictions, drawings, they all are yours now. Look to them from time to time, perhaps hang them somewhere. To my long friend and brother, Rafael. I leave to you a letter, as well as the remaining possessions Ms. E owned when she was still alive with us. It's very few, but I am sure you'll make good use of them. Perhaps keep them away from Ivona's grasp, however. To my most dearest Knight, Brandy Menelwen For you, the near daughter of mine, I leave to you more than just a letter. I leave to you the mortuary equipment that has been sat long dormant for many moons, as well as the collections we've spoken about of items I've collected during my time as a medical professional. With you expertise and interests, I believe you'll get much more enjoyment and use out of them all. To the fellow mother and companion, Anneliese Stroheim. I have already given you everything I wished to, and I hope you take care of it all very well. I am proud of you, and you are doing great as a mother. Do not forget that. Keep our bakery running long, I am sure it'll remain prosperous. To my physician, Castien.. I leave to you a long letter, it isn't of much importance.. truth be told, but I hope it settles your mind and gives you some comfort and closure, something you seem to need right now. As discussed, I also formerly transfer the clinic to you. You are officially a Doktor, as well as lead physician. In such, you take over my office, and ownership of barrels and supplies. I also shall transfer all my personal supplies to you, as it shall serve you just as well as it has me. Perhaps when you get your own tools, you can give it to your own physician. I will also be giving you all former logs I can find, though many are scattered about.. some I wish not to retrieve myself. You'll surely find them eventually, and you'll be free to replicate the formatting for your future documents that you get to create. As for larger reports or medical related documents, they can be found on the board on the second floor, pinned up for all to see. I, Violet von Wesenburg, simply sign here to confirm this indeed my writing and what I wish to happen incase of my demise, and what is to happen to all my property and assets.

The Doktor sat in her office, she pained to be there to begin with.. but forced herself to continue writing letters and finish up some medical documentation. Her own time was drawing near and she needed to prepare, of course. The curse of being a physician, you knew when your time was coming it. Perhaps a few months, perhaps a few years.. Violet perked up as she heard a knock of her door, . . . . it goes without saying, the physician was a mess. When she inevitably is brought to the scene, she was even more horrified. Her daughter, a woman who's lived out in ailmere for decades, dead to hypothermia.. seemingly the tundra finally getting to her, and her son - her poor son.. his neck, his arm .. his leg - half of his body.. gone! She couldn't bare to look, the last of her children dead infront of her. What stung more was how close they were from home.. just over that hill, just through that path ... the bridge right there - they were so close, yet so far away .. The Doktor did not return to Kretzen that day, she remained in Reinhurst - at her home.

Violet got word of the death, she froze in shock as she shook her head, “. . .No - you jest. .” her eyes immediately swelled with tears, “. . .Please, tell me you jest." the woman pleaded as she looked down to a missive handed to her. She rose a hand to over her mouth, she was distraught. “. . . Is this why he told me I'd take over as Head Physician . . Did he know he was to die ?" she rose her hand up from her mouth to wipe her eyes. Robert was one of the last near her age, one of the last from her age circle - one of the final friends whom not were family. Since day one in Minitz she had always looked up to Robert, as a friend, as a boss, and someone she could trust. Even despite the silly comments made from when he was high, she never felt any ill feeling towards him. Matter of fact, after Roland died, she felt he was the last person she could relate to - as he himself had lost a partner, he himself a Doktor, he himself a friend. And now what she did have? She knew the friendship was likely more one-sided, but she didn't care, nonetheless. “. . Dear Robert. .” she sighed, saying his name a final time. She had never called him Lord Stroheim, similar with many she cared for, she replaced the title with her own title, dear. The woman who was already a mess from her husband’s passing, from the extreme haunting, was now even worse.

Violet was alone in her morgue .. the uneasy feeling of dread upon her area of work and office. She sat at her desk, her head in hand as she stared blankly into her desk, the letter from Roland to her desk. She couldn't understand it .. she just saw him, she just spoke to him .. he shouldn't have been so soon. Her hands became fists as she slammed it down onto her desk with tears in her eyes.. "damnit all .." the widow hissed, shaking her head. The words of Ms. E from the recent Court played over and over in her head, "Mark my words . . A Wesenburg will die to my hands . . " Those words were like a broken record. There is no way this was coincidence . . was it? Did Ms. E kill Roland at his vulnerable weakened state, did she hold true to her words? Or was it bad timing .. how could it be? Violet shook her head more, grabbing at her desk as her hands began to shake with pure rage. She looked to the ripped open morgue slot, the place Ms. E once laid .. nearby, Roland's name plate rested - where her husband was stored.. awaiting his funeral. ". . that jealous bitch. . " She seethed, in her mind, Ms. E had taken her husband, in an act of revenge of what Violet did to her.

Violet sat idly in her office, staring at the mortuary table placed across the room. She was finally at peace, truly, for the first time in her life.. she was no longer troubled, worried about her children, no longer questioning if she was happy, but she couldn't help but feel grief of the situation. Her gaze went down to the paper Aloisia handed her, the will she had to assist in finishing as Ms. E passed before able to do so. ". . . Violet Tea." she gave a weak smile, "and Mariola as von Wesenburg. ." she stared at the words, she wasn't insulted, perhaps amused? She wasn't upset, she smiled reading what Emma referred to them as. "Oh that damn ring. ." She mused, glancing to her burial request, "Gosh . . so many men will be sad of this . . especially a certain someone . ." She turned her head to where Emma's body was stored, "Perhaps I should let him see her one last time . ."