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Sigmund Ludovar smiles upon seeing Esfir enter the seven skies. He gives a wave of acknowledgement towards her before stating. "It's been nearly dvadtzeg years since the last time we spoke. I'm sure there is much to discuss. Now, how's my family doing?" He spoke as he walked alongside those who gathered to welcome her as well.

Sigmund Ludovar waves from the seven skies.

✶ Will of Sigmund Ludovar✶ ༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ ⠀𓄿⠀༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ As the largest shareholder of the Ludovar Mining Company, I hereby distribute my percentage shares to my son, Robert Ludovar. Thus, the shareholders are now: Robert Ludovar shall receive thirty-five shares. Hektor Ludovar remains at thirty shares. Stefan Ludovar shall remain with his fifteen that my father had first written. Note: When the day comes of Stefan’s death, his shares shall be split between Hektor’s and Robert’s. Robert Ludovar shall inherit my titles and lands. He shall inherit the family sword, Light of Valdev, and the Thanhic sword. The Thanhic sword shall be passed to my grandson, Heinrik Ludovar, upon the completion of his training and tutoring. ༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ ⠀𓄿⠀༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ HIS GRACE, SIGMUND KARL LUDOVAR, Duke of Kvasz, Count of Otistadt, Viscount of Sezwesk, Baron of Isaakev, Lizat, Juliksburg & Mehran, Lord of Ricksburg & Brandzgaard, Warden of the Kareninas

✶ AN OLD CROW’S DEATH ✶ Visual of Duke Sigmund Ludovar lying upon his deathbed, circa 2032 ༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ ⠀𓄿⠀༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ Within Isaakev, the ducal chambers was cold, the heavy stone walls of the chamber silent but for the faint wheezing breaths that came from the Duke's pale lips, as he lay upon his bed. Faintly, the sunlight shone through the narrow windows, catching the sweat that rested upon Sigmund’s face. Each breath he let out was a struggle; shallow, ragged, and punctuated by a weak cough that echoed faintly in the still air within the chamber. His firstborn son, Brother Stefan, knelt at his bedside, murmuring prayers. The physicians came and went, their faces drawn with pure concern, as they felt powerless against the dark cloud that crept over the Duke’s life. His grandchildren visited often alongside his sons, clutching his hands with gentle hope, and his cousins visited to offer comfort. But what Sigmund longed for most was the face of his secondborn, Robert, the future of House Ludovar. Despite the physician's efforts, Sigmund already knew deep within his bones that the illness that possessed his body had taken so many before him. The wheezing continued to worsen, his cough had gotten harsher by the day, but his mind was still sharp. As Sigmund kept his gaze towards his secondborn son, and heir, he reached for his sword that rested on the bedside table, the Light of Valdev. A sword gifted to him by his father, Henrik-Otto, who informed him of a tradition he started. A tradition to which the sword is gifted to each head of house, thus bearing a symbol of leadership, honor, and unyielding duty. And it is with great effort that Sigmund grasped the sword with what strength he had left, calling for Robert to come closer. “Robert..” Sigmund whispered, his voice rough yet steady, “this sword was won by my papej… it was his will that this sword be passed down to each head of house within our family.” Sigmund coughs harshly, grunting as he did so before continuing, “I.. I am passing this to vy now, niet just as a symbol, but as a charge. Lead this family with courage, with wisdom, and with the unwavering loyalty our family has shown through many generations. Vy will…” he’d pause for a moment, catching his breath, “vy.. vy will face many challenges. But know that vy are niet alone…” Sigmund would motion towards his other two sons, Stefan, Edvard, alongside all of his grandchildren, and cousins. With a trembling hand, Sigmund places the sword towards Robert’s chest. Upon placing the sword towards Robert’s chest, Sigmund held it there for a slight moment. He gave a nod towards Robert as he took the sword, accepting the weapon and the legacy that came with it. All before the room seemed to dim. The warmth of the morning sun faded as a hush fell over his chambers. A faint golden light settled at the edge of what he seemed to have been a vision. His family, who had gathered, watched in silence as they saw the Duke lying still. His eyes began to drift upwards to something that they could not see. ༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ As the light engulfed him, he no longer felt any pain or illness. He felt lighter, stronger, and calmer. A feeling he hasn't felt in some time. Before him, a snowy field stretched beneath the bright sunlight that shone across it. As Sigmund looked closer towards the golden light ahead of him, he saw a figure he knew: his father. His father stood tall, a smile grew upon his face as his gaze met Sigmund's. “Vy have done well, my son. Things rarely go as we hope, but vy endured. Vy were able to lead not just with strength, but with dignity. Vy even continued my legacy,” Sigmund cleared his throat, still in shock upon seeing his father. “I.. I tried, but Haense is nie more, and I....” he’d stop as Henrik-Otto interrupts, "Vy did exactly what any Ludovar would have done with the cards that vy were dealt. Despite all the trials, vy were still able to carry the name with honor. Vy made me proud, just as much as I hope I made vy. But come now, my son, there is much to show and more for vy to learn." Henrik-Otto stepped forward, his expression softened as he extended his hand out towards Sigmund. ༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ Back in the chamber, his family watched as the old Duke lay still. His gaze remained distant, before his right hand slowly lifted as he reached forward towards something in the air. Sigmund’s breath hitched once as he began to speak. “P…papej…” he whispered, before his arm fell limp. Thus, the Duke is dead. Long live the new Duke, Robert Audemar Ludovar. ༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ ⠀𓄿⠀༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ COAT OF ARMS OF DUKE SIGMUND _____ HIS GRACE, Sigmund Karl var Henrik-Otto Jakob Ludovic Duke of Kvasz, Count of Otistadt, Viscount of Sezwesk, Baron of Isaakev, Lizat, Juliksburg, & Mehran, Lord of Ricksburg & Brandzgard, Warden of Kareninas 1962 - 2032 aged 70 _____ Positions Held in Life: Lord Speaker of Hanseti-Ruska Deputy Palatine of Haense Palatial Kommissioner of Haense Lord Handler of the Royal Duma Sergeant of the B.S.K

✶ A BLACK MISSIVE FROM THE DUCHY OF KVASZ ✶ Issued on the Naf zwy 12th hag i Jula av Piov i 585 E.S. ༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ ⠀𓄿⠀༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ Lords and Ladies of the Empire, and to those who are close friends and allies to the family of House Ludovar, it is with heavy hearts that we report grim tidings within the lands of Kvasz. His Grace, Sigmund Karl Ludovar, Duke of Kvasz, has fallen gravely ill. The long years of his life bears down heavily upon him, and though the physicians do all they can, his condition worsens with each passing day. And it is to that, the Ducal Family of House Ludovar opens its gates to any who wish to pay their respects and offer what may be final words to the Duke. Though his breath is faint and his voice weakened, his eyes remain open, tired and distant. His strength wanes by the hour. During these grim tidings, the Duchy remains steadfast under the guidance of the Duke’s son and heir, Robert Audemar Ludovar, and the affairs of Kvasz shall continue undisturbed. We ask for your prayers and goodwill in these uncertain hours. May Godani shine upon him and the House of Ludovar. ༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ ⠀𓄿⠀༻⊰───────────────⊱༺

"Wait, two things. One, my daughter is married? Secondly, she is ALIVE?" Sigmund Ludovar, the Duke of Kvasz, states confused by the missive, "It would've been nice to know both things. Got a bird from this lad, sent a letter, yet nie response. What a terrible new and only son-in-law."

The old Duke of Kvasz, Sigmund Ludovar, nods upon reading the missive before stating. "May Godani bless them with a good and prosperous life."

Duke Sigmund of Kvasz sips his drink from his goblet as he reads the parchment. "The church excommunicated all the Canonist nations. Soon the tyranny will end, and we shall all see peace. And soon a separation of church from state may be seen once more."

Sigmund Ludovar lofts a brow as he read the missive. "Bishop Casica spoke the truth about what is transpiring in this situation. It is a shame that Father Elim does niet see the same. May GODANI heal his mind and watch over all of Canondom as it faces our Holy Church’s warmongering with its Unholy League, which seeks to kill GODANI's followers. A league with only the Holy States and Numendil, who fight alongside non-canonists and those who commit banditry."

Sigmund Ludovar reads the missive of his son, pure disappointment until he reads what was written in Neu Marian. "Smart, my son."

Sigmund Ludovar nods upon reading the missive. "The truth is now out regarding this Canonist Church who has broken every Canon Law in our books. They attack all of Canondom with bandits and mercenaries. United in faith we stand for the separation between church and state. May GODANI grant us ultimate victory against those who wish to attack all of Canondom."

-I- THE ROYAL DUMA ELECTION RESULTS -I- ELECTION OF THE ROYAL DUMA 573 E.S. Issued from the OFFICE OF THE LORD SPEAKER ༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ ⠀𓄿⠀༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ VA VE EDLERVIK, A few saint days ago, the Office of the Lord Speaker had notified the realm regarding an election within our Royal Duma. With all nominations taken, the votes for the election results are unanimous. So, it is with great honor that I announce those that have successfully re-obtained or obtained their positions within the Kingdom’s government and His Majesty’s Royal Duma. ◆ Lady Acelia Irena of House Colborn is hereby re-elected to serve as Grand Maer.. ◆ Lady Sosina of House Colborn is hereby elected to serve as Alderwoman. ◆ Lord Sigmar of House Ruthern is hereby elected to serve as Alderman. ༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ ⠀𓄿⠀༻⊰───────────────⊱༺ His Excellency, SIGMUND KARL LUDOVAR, Lord Speaker of Hanseti-Ruska, Duke of Kvasz, Duke-Consort of Aimdelinne, Count of Otistadt, Viscount of Sezwesk, Baron of Isaakev & Juliksburg, Lord of Ricksburg & Brandzgaard, Warden of the Kareninas

"It is stated within our Canon Law that nie one may be punished by ecclesiastical penalty unless they have breached canon law. Koeng Joren did niet. Furthermore, it affirms that nie one is guilty of a breach of canon law unless they have voluntarily committed the act or, through negligence, allowed it to occur. Koeng Joren had just ascended to the throne and had nie involvement in such matters. As his borsa was Koeng." The Lord Speaker, Sigmund Ludovar states. "It brings great sadness that this is taking place."