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A certain Lechian brigade approached the burned city "Look Wiktor, you can still see the smoke!" The Jazloviecki Hetman rode a bit closer "If humanity does not finish itself off, these monsters will do it for us." Jan then gave the hand signal to retreat, and the group returned to Warsovia @PecenyRohlik @ratlordmagic @Berra

Jan Jazloviecki smiles with his Lechian comrades in Warsovia "We're going drinking lads!" He proclaimed, holding the flyer in his hand before the group began to sing Lechian drinking songs... FORM Name: Jan Jazloviecki Race: Human Age: 28 OOC: In Game Name: Olox_

Borys Jazloviecki, Lord Commander of Savoy blinks from the Seven Skies "Savoy seems to be a label nowadays. Everyone is 'a Savoyard'." He then snorted through his nose "Shame none of those lived to see how our Argent Sun banners flew in the wind after we won the civil war." He then returned to the table where other dead Savoyards are constantly feasting

Jan snapped his fingers while sitting in Kamieniec Keep "It took them a while" He chuckled at that "We shall pay our new capital a visit soon, bracie" He said to Henryk with a nod @Traveller

Jan Jazloviecki raised a mug of mead in honour of the newly elected Duke of Adria "May the fraternal bond of our homes last for eternity" After that he took a hefty swig of his beverage

Friedrich von Alstreim simply grins at the news

Friedrich Alstreim huffs "My brother's out fighting some beast and now enjoys his time in Atheran Salvus, and what do I get? Cleaning duty." He said to a bust of Corwin Alstreim as he swept the floor beside it

Jan shut his eyes as he spoke with Artiev about the matter a few months ago "Wolfman" Young Lechian repeated as he shook his head in disbelief that he may in fact be right

Jan wonders why no bridge laps are scheduled

Jan Jazloviecki hummed after reading the guide "This game is a true interactive paradox, if a Haeseni player reforms the empire..." He smirked afterwards, ready to try and play

Jan smiles at the missive "Peace, but how long will it last?" The young Lechian asked himself as he remained impartial throughout the whole conflict

Jan Jazloviecki smiled as he read the document "Perhaps this is the price we pay for all the sins of our House? Maybe from now on it will only be better?" He said to himself, trying to keep the positive attitude before letting out a sigh at the memory of Borys "And you my dearest brother? I hope we will meet again in the garden of the Lord." After that the Bastard of Grodno folded the missive in half and went for a walk around the nearby lake

Friedrich von Alstreim mourns the death of Heinrich as he still awaits a letter from his own father...

Maciej Jazloviecki, once the Margrave of Grodno shed a tear after reading the missive "Was not enough blood shed in the Harvest Revolution? Was the loss of Grodno in vain?" Margrave's spirit contemplated with grief in the void "My old enemies attacked by their allies, with whom they jointly drove me, my family and my people from our home. Let them have their war, let this King of theirs be a winner or a loser in this conflict. At least Grodno sleeps in peace..." The ghost of Matthias smiled as he gazed at the ruins of his castle, which were slowly being consumed by darkness of the falling night

Friedrich von Alstreim frowned at the missive "Rest in peace, Tante Mathilda" He muttered quietly

A young Lechian boy was standing at the Seven Skies' gate waving when Helena crossed it. Behind the gate he turned into a grown man who took Helena by the arm "We missed you" said the man who turned out to be her brother-in-law. After that Borys Jazloviecki smiled and led her into the world of eternal life...

ON THE MATTER OF OUR PARENTS Penned by the bastard son of late Margrave Jan Jazloviecki, on the 2nd of Sun's Smile 1891 As certainly every person in Almaris knows by now, our parents - Maciej Jazloviecki, son of Borys Jazloviecki from Savoy, and Ottilie Franziska Jazloviecki née Castile, were executed in a public execution in the Sedan town square. Our uncle, Otton Jazloviecki, brother of our beloved father, also died with them. All three were beheaded by Prince Joseph I using his own sword. We condemn the actions of our parents and uncle, yet this does not change the fact that for us they will still be the people who brought us into this world, baptised us, brought us up and gave us a basic education and a decent life. We don't know how or who infected our parents and uncle with vampirism, but let them be damned whoever they were. A test conducted on us by one of the Cardinals who was instrumental in discovering our parents' secret showed a NEGATIVE result for each of us, saving us from a certain death. As of this date, our eldest brother Borys IV becomes the new Margrave and Patriarch of the house. Our house has survived a lot, yet this may be our greatest test. We love and will not forget our dear parents, may GOD have mercy on their souls. THE CRUSADE GOES ON, JUST AS OUR SAD LIVES GO ON WITHOUT OUR PARENTS. Signed, Borys IV Lukács Jazloviecki, son of Maciej Walentyna Stasia Jazloviecki, daughter of Maciej Bianka Jazloviecki, daughter of Maciej Valerija Anastazja Jazloviecki, daughter of Maciej Marek Jazloviecki, son of Otton

Maciej Jazloviecki nodded firmly at the flyer, glancing at his wife "Truly a great thing to see, giving the kids a chance to study properly." He smiled before putting it back on the desk @ibiou

Maciej Jazloviecki sighed at the information "Deus Vult" He muttered to himself before putting the document on the desk

Maciej Jazloviecki, the Margrave of Grodo smiled at the document seeing this matter is finally concluded

The Margrave of Grodno, Maciej Jazloviecki smiles at the news about the new heir to the Principality

Maciej Jazloviecki smiles at his wife's endeavours

News about the death of High Pontiff reached the south. Upon hearing them Maciej Jazloviecki would trace the Lorraine "May he rest in peace with uncle Tylos II in the Seven Skies" He said as if to himself, and began to pray

DUST TO DUST The last message from the Margraviate of Grodno, penned on 9th of the Amber Cold 1885 [ ♪ ] Depiction of the ruins of Grodno To all those potentially concerned, almost a year ago I was faced with a choice - humiliation, or leaving with honour. I chose honour. Not knowing what awaited us, I decided that I and my men would leave the Eagle's Retreat, place we called home for over a decade. We packed up our belongings and set off - taking food, animals, gold and weapons. Our work did not stop there, we the people of Grodno do not give ours away to the others. We have set ourselves a clear goal - NOT A SINGLE BRICK. With this in mind, work began - sun or rain. We dismantled the fortress stone by stone, brick by brick. Almost like thirteen years ago, when I built this castle together with my brothers Otton and Stanislaw, and uncles August and Jindrich, I now had to dismantle it. It was the second time in my life that I had to leave home, but there was no time for sorrow - we are husbands, fathers, friends - we have higher goals than sadness. After months of work, our effort has come to an end. To commemorate our existence, we have erected a cross in the ruins of the castle, made of oak logs that used to hold the door to the feast hall. The cross is likely to disappear soon due to the weather, our possible enemies or other unknown causes. The memory will stay with us forever. Now our home is once again where my and my family's history experienced its best time - in the south. Our era in Oren ends with this day, and a new one begins in our new home. This is the last message written within the walls of what remains of Eagle's Retreat. May God protect those who believed in us, and vanquish those who wished for our downfall. Signed, Maciej Jazloviecki, Margrave of Grodno

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