Cjmate

Amidst the ruins of Godwin's tower, in the eves of the morning at sun's rise as morning dew coats the landscape, a hunched figure steps down from a terrace of broken stone and ruin. With linen wrapped hands, he swaddles a tiny child in old cloth akin to a peasants garb and places him in a cradle of wheat; therein, he places the child on a wagon heading North. . Several days later, the child would arrive and be directed toward the Abbess, Lorina Carrion with a letter. It reads sporadically and without composed tempo, changing from first to third person. Once the wagon is out of sight, the man goes to sit on a terrace at the top of the tower. ------------------------------------- Dear Cousin, We are compelled by a debt of charity and blood; refused the laws of nature and man and stripped of composure and honor. More happily we would be to speak mouth to mouth and hear the sweet speech through which the heart is more fondly found, I know not how or why such misfortune has befallen us; though, I would hope to write to you a while. Several days following the coronation of Lord Barbanov, while working a project on a stable outside the city walls, I was befellen by two dark men in rustic armor. After spouting disposition for a time, they then drew swords and led me off down the river before cutting my hands. They left me by the river's edge, and there I stayed until found by my strelt and taken to Godwin's tower. I did not want this, but I did not stop it, so I am as much to blame as my brother. I should have heeded those whispering "stop" and showed Hugues a better way; however, what is done is done. I have only regret and sadness that we could not live together and be happy in our Adria. You have endured hostile evil and assault upon your person before, and I exult at your success cousin; of us all, you have led a path most righteous and noble when set upon in most callous a fashion. If only I may face judgement and not be found wanting, as you have. I will stay a while, here. I send my regards and my heart, that you may shelter him and teach him a better way. Forgive me for being brief; I must sleep a while yet. As must we all, in time. With Love, Eric Sarkozic

Eric Sarkozic scoffs at the prospect, "The idle king finally speaks after a year; our cause is just, this is just banter. He brought the Vanirs upon himself by attacking in cold blood."

Put a Dreadknight on a horse and let the magic work.

I wouldn't want one anyway. Kha was a mess and a stain we cannot remove.

Eric cannot help but twitch at the ultimate response, "Three Vladovs killed and August made cripple; Borsa Hugues attacked, and the command is for them to make war. Where is the King's peace?"

"Three dead Vladovs gone for good and half of Adria dead; no need for pleasantries."

Eric Sarkozic immediately goes to find his brother, unsure if he is alright having not seen him.

Eric Sarkozic finds and reads a copy of the essay. He rubs his chin, wondering who this woman might be.

"They're all like that, unfortunately."

Eric meets Siegmund in the market district of Adria, "How about 100 minas? We'll give you one with good speed and health."

Eric has Victor's ashes stored in an urn. They are placed in the church for safe keeping.

Agreed. I like moot and rael more than a lot of the other staff, even if they are not my top choice.

Someone helped me out. This can be removed.

Can a gm tp me out of the ground? I used the soulstone to the spawn, and it is killing me now.

9/10 I like the color.

I'm going to have to stay up all night to not miss Vailor...We should have started this in the morning. 4pm is a horrible time.