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Richard's room was strangely quiet, as if no one was there. No one had seen him for several months, silence is so loud that could be felt in Rhoswald house.
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Tonight seemed colder than usual. All that remained of his beloved brother was a strange cold feeling in his heart and an annoying weight that hung dangerously over the grieving Richard, a weight that, if dropped, would cause a wave of tears and anger. Seeking peace on a rainy evening, he entered a tavern, and to his surprise, just as he was about to reach for a drink, he noticed Kacper lying on the floor. Richard von Rhoswald took a blanket and covered his young nephew with it, then sat down on the floor and laid Kacper's head on his lap. "A know yer grief youth" whispered "Ma'fathur left me too early too" patted gentlty the boy's head "We're togetha' in t'is, we shall endure hardships o'grief"
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Missive finally found its way into Richard von Rhoswald's hands "A ney wanted t'believe it." said calmly at first before throwing the chair with a shout of pain. As the chair shattered against the wall - Richard knelt down powerlessly and began to weep.
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"Oh well...." muttered to himself Richard von Rhoswald "None o'us know our end or what hand will guide us'ere.... Today Empire lost last knoight A trusted truly. Shame... real shame..." pondered now in silence as he read the missive.
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"Dura lex, sed lex" - muttered Richard von Rhoswald to himself, when he was reading the codex of law.
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The wedding of Richard von Rhoswald & Savannah Captain of the Royal Burgundian Guard and Bailiff of the city of Elizabeth Richard von Rhoswald and his betrothed Savannah announce, with the greatest pleasure, their forthcoming nuptials, and invite the citizenry of all Burgundy to join in the revelry. The ceremony will be held in the Cathedral of St. Raguel, and is to be followed by a feast at the Elizabeth Tavern, courtesy of the von Rhoswald family. Join, one and all, for a magnificent night in the service of undying love! The list of invitees is as follows: Their Majesties King Tiberius and Queen Circe of Burgundy, and their royal household Their Highnesses Prince Edward and Princess Cecily, Lords of Alba, and their princely household His Highness Prince Erwin of Reinmar, and his princely household His Excellency Manfred von Berkhoven, and his esteemed household His Lordship George Charles Aldersberg, and his noble household His Lordship Joseph Frederick Preussens, and his noble household His Lordship Oswald of Wesenburg, and his noble household His Lordship Charles Philip Halcourt, and his noble household The honourable Leopold Helvets, and his esteemed household The citizenry of Alba, Reinmar, and Burgundy as a whole The soldiers of the Royal Burgundian Guard Personal invitations are extended to the following: Princess Anne Rostova Ser Gaspard Winburgh Malna Loa'Chil Larkin Winburgh and Kassandra Winburgh Signed, Richard Alaric von Rhoswald, Kapitan of the Royal Burgundian Guard, Bailiff of the City of Elizabeth, Co-Proprietor of the Rhoswald Tavern & Inn Savannah, Handmaiden to her Majesty the Queen of Burgundy
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Name: Richard von Rhoswald Affiliation: Captain of Burgundian Army Relevant Titles or Aliases: none
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Aaron gazed with grief for a while at the piece of paper, nodding to himself. He raised his head looking up at the sky and said: - "The blade that cuts deepest indeed is sorrow - Bella res est morte sua mori - mine is still a mystery brother" - He then lowered head and, with zweihander on his shoulder, marched off towards the gatehouse.
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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.” - "Do you always expect builders here?" after taking deep breath and experiencing truely disgusting smell of rotten wood Aaron Wisdomseeker looked again at old hag and said regretfully - "Forget that I even asked.... Well have it your way, I owe you as much - a question for a question then" He grabbed a chair and took a seat. - "I am Aaron, some folk call me Wisdomseeker too, because I've been always curious about world, how people think and what is morality. My story starts in a small manor house near the Last Bridge where I lived and learned from my father how to govern land, haggle and pay taxes, but as I turned 14 I took great interests in philosophy and devoured every book that I came across, but I lack experience and the fate as we all know like to put you on many paths, some that even shouldn't be ever crossed. I was 20 when that cold night came, and noone was ready." A heavy sight that Aaron made could be felt not only on your skin, but also in your bones. - "Warg riders attacked our small patch of land, I still don't know why or from where they came from, but this day my father handed me sword and this parchment of paper" The parchment landed on a table revealing that father sent him here to old hag to seek his path and start anew. - "So after 3 years wandering around this land and working to afford futher journey as a builder - I am here, that all that matters thus I answered your question. Now... tell me about my path" Old hag smiled as she whispered his fate, from the outside of the tent only one word was heard - "Rhosmark" . When she ceased to speak, Aaron left and the hag disappeared the next day with all her belongings, not a trace, nor memory was left of her.
