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  1. The Death of the Doctor 18th of Snow’s Maiden, 1762 “You will be avenged llir.” Sepp said as he gazed down at the corpse that was at one point Aelor, Mar’diraar of the Mali’anniler. He gave a sigh as the flames from the body of his brother reflected in his pale eyes. Turning sharply he picked up his mask and helm as he reflected on the life he had lived. Images of his youth passed before his eyes as he donned his helm, of his first daughter Illyria….and her demise. Sepp shook his head in an attempt to banish the thoughts from his mind but still they crept back like insidious tendrils clawing at his sanity. As he hooked his mask over his face, he reflected back to his joining of the Sons of Malin and his entry into Helena, the city that he had given so much to. With a final shake of his head the thoughts were banished for a time as he lifted the bastard sword Miruel’maln, hooking the trusted blade to his belt. Stepping out of his chambers, the aheral was greeted by the sight of his comrades awaiting. They did not speak as they saddled their horses, each knew what had to be done. This was for one thing, vengeance a tally had to be taken from the enemies of the mali to atone for Aelor’s death. The wind wracked against Sepp’s face as they rode into the darkness and he could not help to allow himself to think of his family. Of his daughters Elenia and Asamel, of his wife Embyr and how he missed them dearly. “Is it worth it?” Sepp mused to himself before his eyes caught sight of the shadows in the distance. Three Riders left the high walls of Helena, but only two returned. Being dragged behind his comrade's horse was a makeshift stretcher upon which it lay the final rider, Sepp. The former doctor lay serene upon the stretcher, his arms folded over his chest. Upon their return to Helena, his body was brought into the embassy to lay in state until his funeral. Sepp is survived by two daughters, Elenia Elverhilin and Asamel Athoth; one son, Storm Reusvuln and his wife Fae, as well as two grandchildren, Cirrus and Luscina Reusvuln. His personal belongings will be given out to his friends and family by the executor of his will, Amon Divu’sulli. The remainder of his possession will be donated to the upkeep of the Mali orphans within Helena and Aldemar. The State Funeral will begin with the funeral procession from the Sons of Malin Embassy in Helena to his resting place in Aldemar at 4:30 saints time on 4/5/2020
  2. A mysterious dark robed figure looks up from a eviscerated cadaver as he is read the report by a waiting assistant. A cruel smirk pulled across his blood stained face as he glanced to a series of jars sitting atop a shelf. One was wrapped in what looked to be a priest’s vestments that had been discolored by flames, in it floated a aged lung. The second jar was empty for now and a cackle escaped the figure’s mouth as he spoke. “Soon, soon we shall see if his lungs are just as large.” Elsewhere, Sepp glanced at the missive as he finished sewing up the side of a wounded child, stricken by AIS raiders and he sighed deeply. “Must this man continue to defame my name and my character? Have I not strove to aid the people of this city?” He shook his head before returning to his humanitarian work.
  3. Sepp scowled as he was given word of this. ”Just another attempt to slander my good name, But I will fight these charges from these rats!” Sepp said before taking another pill from a vial on his belt a look of madness crossing his features for a faint moment.
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