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MC Name: ContestedSnow Discord: ContestedSnow#9580 Image: Description of Image: A portrait of Emeric Radovanic, posed with sword. Dimensions: 1 wide, 2 high
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MC Name: ContestedSnow Discord: ContestedSnow#9580 Image: Description of Image: A portrait of Emeric and Lukas Radovanic posed side-by-side, weapons drawn. Dimensions: 2 wide, 2 high
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Viktor var Ruthern nodded slightly as he read the Weiss missive from his quarters in Druzstra Keep, the teen's expression set sternly. He struck his first Mori when he was just a boy, but he was certain there were many more to come yet. The war was not through yet. "Dobry work, Lord Haus. Now et es up to the Brotherhood to learn et well." He murmured, before pushing to a stand, and making to collect his bow. -
Viktor var Ruthern grips his quill with a frown as his eyes turn over the missive of the Prince. His mind races to the panic and chaos of the last battles he fought, and doubt briefly fills his chest. He squeezes firmly, until the quill snaps in two, and stands. He must be strong, and he must support his cousin. Into battle. The Ruthern heir stormed out of his quarters, intent on collecting his axe and recruiting the efforts of his cousin Andrik, and his good friend, Mikolaj. @ReveredOwl @Demavend
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"Et was death or lies. Ea see..." Viktor noted quietly, gripping the leather of the scabbard that weighed heavy at his hip now.
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"Again, Adrians can niet speak with their own words with their own mouths." Viktor felt no great affection for the Kortrevich, but he thought less for their underhanded foes forcing him to write drivel at sword-point.
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Amber eyes turn over the notice, before Emeric grows a frown. Perhaps he really was starting to get old... He marched off to the barracks of Branhavn to begin preparing equipment. Viktor var Ruthern clenched his jaw as he read. For all his bravado, true battle was not something he had been prepared for. Alas... now, he would have to be.
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"Acre has niet been around in years, ea thought, unless Hiro es a citizen of the Little Acre bakery. These Adrians should own their own words, since they are the only ones in Canondom who want the Pontiff dead so badly." Viktor var Ruthern scowled as he read the notice.
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The second-born did not prove difficult to find. He mulled about the halls of the palace, and lingered long times upon its' many balconies. The weight of loss and the thoughts of all that his sister could have accomplished formed a deep pit in his stomach. He felt heavy, like lead, but... He had to be strong.
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MC Name: ContestedSnow Discord: ContestedSnow#9580 Image: Description of Image: Map art of a King of Haense for the museum. DrewDOOD / Drew #7225 will be paying for it Dimensions: 2 wide, 2 high
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MC Name: ContestedSnow Discord: ContestedSnow#9580 Image: Description of Image: Map art of a King of Haense for the museum. DrewDOOD / Drew #7225 will be paying for it Dimensions: 2 wide, 2 high
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MC Name: ContestedSnow Discord: ContestedSnow#9580 Image: Description of Image: Map art of a King of Haense for the museum. DrewDOOD / Drew #7225 will be paying for it Dimensions: 2 wide, 2 high
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MC Name: ContestedSnow Discord: ContestedSnow#9580 Image: Description of Image: Map art of a King of Haense for the museum. DrewDOOD / Drew #7225 will be paying for it Dimensions: 2 wide, 2 high
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MC Name: ContestedSnow Discord: ContestedSnow#9580 Image: Description of Image: Map art of a King of Haense for the museum. DrewDOOD / Drew #7225 will be paying for it Dimensions: 2 wide, 2 high
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MC Name: ContestedSnow Discord: ContestedSnow#9580 Image: Description of Image: Map art of a King of Haense for the museum. DrewDOOD / Drew #7225 will be paying for it Dimensions: 2 wide, 2 high
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"This es terrible... Ea must have a letter written to Alyona! She es welcome and will have safe refuge here in Vidoos! On mea word as Duke of Vidoos!" The young boy snorted, lifting his chin up proudly as he announced such. It had taken him an immense time to work through the missive on his own.
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The Duke of Vidoos, still bruised in the face, had looked on in wonder as Alyona showed him this paper, and was just amazed when she was able to read it out loud for him. He later decided, as he was escorted home to the Keep of Drusztra, that he certainly should support her cause! If it didn't get him in trouble with his parents...
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The Duke of Vidoos let out a triumphant cry, and his best effort at a smirk, "Ets only natural! Mea sestra--" His attempt to gloat in his home was shut down promptly by a hushing from his mother; he had, after all, waddled to her and begged that she read, only to shout in her ear not long after. "Szam Mamej..."
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Emeric, usually uncaring for news that did not affect the House Ruthern he so loyally served, wore a faint frown as he set down another notice from the south. Did the Petrans really care so little for their own lords that they would overthrow them in favour of Balianites? Regardless of actions, she was their ruler and not the foreigner, or so he thought, before resuming his inspection of the armoury. Perhaps fealty mattered little on that river.
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Emeric, loyal to the House in question, had his attention caught by the words demotion and 'Ruthern' together. After a lengthy amount of time reading his way through the small-text of the missive, and finally turning his amber gaze over the signatures, he frowned and set the paper down. His mood was soured.
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Emeric let out a short, sombre breath as he recalled the latest news, and the polearm he had been inspecting came to settle down across his lap. He recalled his first meeting with the Duke and Duchess, and how polite an act he had attempted to put on to ensure his hiring, spindly teenager he was. Desperate, as he was to repay an imagined debt to their household. "Some twenty-five years ago..." He stood, and collected a drink in his old liege's honour, before carrying on his maintenance.
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Emeric Radovanic oiled his chain, and prepared his weaponry, for the battle to come. Likely, blood was to come.
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Leal soldier of the Ruthern cause, Emeric reclined and let out a curt breath where he stood watching the gates. His thighs chafed, from the frantic gallop from Norland, yet the job was not done yet.
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Viktor var Ruthern, but a baby still, slept finally after a good night's crying. He knew not the fates that befell his grandparents, nor had he any way of understanding. Kin he would not recall, and a relationship never to be.
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Amber eyes slowly turned over each word of the missive individually, before shutting them, and slumping into his seat. Suddenly, he felt drained. Emeric needed a drink.
