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"ITS ABOUT TO GET HEATED, GENTLEMEN" fiske shouts

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The sickness had overtaken him. He never expected this, his weary eyes darting around his infirmary, seeing the faces of his family, friends, brothers. Every enemy the empire had faced, he was ever attendant to fight and fulfill his duty to the Empire. When the Urguanite tribes were holed inside Kal’Valen, he was there. As the Courlandic levy men amassed on the hillside in front, he was there to fight them. Dreadlandic villains, Orcish brutes, Qalasheen screamers, enemies of the Empire, every one of them, and all of them had fallen to Imperial blades, his blade. His duty to the Empire was complete in his mind, he stood for the Empire at every turn but now it was his time to go. Whilst he came to terms with his end, thoughts raced through his broken mind. He would see his father, and mother soon but was unable to gage his standing among his fathers. Sweat trickled down his complexion, the fever began to consume him as he glanced among the figures positioned near his bedside. Halyna, his wife, Brynden, his eldest, Sigmund, his second son, Loric Armas, his captain. The rest of his memories began to flood his mind before they were silenced by his hacking, harsh cough. His wife came to place a hand over his chest, staring down at his beaten state with sorrow running down her cheeks. “I love you, Fiske. I couldn’t be happier with the years we spent together.” She blurted out between her stammered breaths, taking a heavy step behind her for another figure to take her place. His son stepped forward, taking his father’s hand with a shaky grip. “Brynden, you must lead our family now. Take care of your siblings, and mamej.” The son forced a smile at his father’s words, leaning forward to whisper a response to the dying Marquis. “Nie will fail you papej, rest well.” He exhaled with these words, expecting his father to give his closing word. Fiske’s gaze turned upwards, the Skies opened and he was with his family once more. “The Sea Bows to None.” VALE FISKE III FRANZ VANIR

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Fiske, now beset by delirium stared lazily up towards the ceiling as his wife read him the news and King Petyr's letter. A quick gasp escaped his lips before he fell back into sleep. "Petyr.."

Declaration of Regency of the March of Vasiland 14th of the Sun's Smile, 1582 It is with grievance that the March of Vasiland reports that an affliction has struck the Lord Fiske Vanir, 1st Marquis of Vasiland, 3rd Baron of Kraken’s Watch, Baron of Lorentz and the Patriarch of the House Vanir after a wound sustained in the Siege of San’Kharak has festered into malady. Therefore, it is declared by the will of His Lordship that his eldest son and heir, Lord Brynden Vanir, will be given the title Regent of Vasiland. In order to aid with these duties, it is His Lordship’s wishes that Loric Armas be made Chancellor of Vasiland and Evan Abdiel its’ steward. Lord Brynden and the aforementioned council will be given the following responsibilities until His Lordship is able to make a full recovery from his injuries. The responsibilities of the management and upkeep of the Third Brigade of the Second Haenseatic Legion, with Lord Brynden serving as its’ tribune until His Lordship is able to return to his duties. His advisors, appointed by His Lordship, will assist him in the fulfilling of these duties The council and the regent will have control over the internal and external affairs of House Vanir and diplomatic reputation of the March of Vasiland Brynden Vanir will have supreme word over his council in all of the previously mentioned ventures, his Councillors are advisers, not rulers. Should GOD deem that it is type for His Lordship to ascend to the Seven Skies, Brynden Vanir is recognized as the heir to the House of Vanir, the March of Vasiland and all heirlooms and possessions. Should Lord Brynden pass before His Lordships’ recovery, the title of regent will pass to Lord Sigmund Vanir. This decree is and can be cited as legal proof of His Lordship’s wishes and assertions and the proof of approval of His Majesty, King Petyr Barbanov of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. The Sea Bows to None. Signed, Marquis Fiske of the House Vanir, 1st Marquis of Vasiland King Petyr of the House Barbanov of Hanseti-Ruska

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"All according to plan..." mutters Fiske.

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