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Stefan Ludovar frowns at the paper seeing how the mention of him saving the king from boil tar wasn’t mentioned at all

Stefan Ludovar glances are his formal Uniform hanging on his door before taking a swig of his carrion black. “A ball for us, dispute our current situation....” he’d mummer walking over to the mirror. He practice trying to smile on his the right side of his face which had been severely burned

Stefan Ludovar throws the paper into the fire “Ilbees spawn those Skarvi Matlzy, spewing his lies and ideas”

Ser Bjolfr Nord looks down from the seven skies scoffing “ That who war was a Skarvi show but I followed my Koeng to the end” he’d say looking at Maruis II

Upon hearing the news Stefan Ludovar would step back in greif stunned at the reality of his friend truly being gone. After a while his glazed over eyes became filled with rage, Stefan would march off towards the War room. There he’d spent the next few days planning their next move

Stefan Ludovyk rolls his eyes as yet another baruch gets a promation in the auric Council. “Honestly they must be kissing the kings ass to get all this power that they haven’t earned” he’d mutter from the comforts of his home

Stefan Ludovyk watched as Karolina’s body would be brought into Fort buck. He’d stare at the young girl who sacrificed everything for her kingdom, Stefan would ball up his fist before marching to the wall of the fort. “ Too young but so brave. She shouldn’t have died this soon. ” her look up to watch the smoke rise from Vasliland. ”We’ll kill them all” her grit his teeth

Ser Bjolfr Nord welcomes Fabio into the seven skies with a bottle of yopil in his hand

“Rest in peace Uncle” said Stefan Ludovyk

Stefan smiles in glee that the empires hasn’t lost its way yet.

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Ser Bjolfr Nord Welcomes the man who yeeted him over the wall of Markev into the seven skies

”The Queen is dead!!!” Stefan heard from the bridge ”Find The body!!” cried the Emperor ” ” It fell into the water below!!” Responded Siegmund. Without though Stefan dove into the lake below to fine the assassin. But it was too late

Ser Bjolfr would watch the confrontation with the fellow Kortrevichs in the seven skies. “We raised her good, Nikolaus. You raised her good” he’d smile to his friend before motioning towards the gate to meet her

Ser Bjolfr Nord would have looked from the seven skies, talking to his old friend Nikolaus. “you didn’t mention that Me and Jakob were the ones who recuited you to the brotherhood in the first place”

“I’m glad to have the opportunity to have arrived in time for the coronation” Stefan Ludorvyk grins upon getting the news

Ser Bjolfr would be sitting in his rocking chair, embraceing the peacefulness of the seven skies. In the distance he’d make out an older gentleman whose features were uncanny of a kortrevich. Bjolfr then jumped out of his chair to embrace and welcome his long time friend to the seven skies.

Peytr Ludovar curses his father for cutting him out of the will

Ser Bjolfr welcomes his old friend into the seven skies with a barrel of Carrion Black

Bjolfr would welcome his friend to the seven skies Rhys would walk around the Kortrevich manor seeing if he could comfort anyone of the family

Bjolfr would welcome his friend to the seven skies

Bjolfr Smiles as he embraces his friends after many years

7th of Harren’s Folley, 1728 As the Sun Begun it’s descension into the earth, Ser Bjolfr Nord-Novaeux would lay comfortably in his Avalain home. His Beloved Wife Dame Klaudia Novaeux would hold his hand tightly with tears in her eyes, next to her would be their 2 grandchildren Rhys and Cathryn. As the Old Knight laid dying he would mutter a few words. “Klaudia, My love” he’d grips her hand slightly “Though my time here is over. I will still be with you for our souls are united” He’d smile bringing his hand up to her cheek before turning his attention to his grandchildren. “Rhys Marius Nord” he’d call out to grandson “You are named after a Lord Marshal and a King of Haense, both of whom gave their lives for their nation. I’ve made arrangements for you to squire under Ser Nikolaus of Haense, I trust that you will do me well. Lastly I entrust you with our family Heirloom Kral’ja Heij. Wulffrey Skarpefanger gave me it himself, it has been at my side since we sieged Nekristadt against the Red Vaeyl.” He’d then turn to his Granddaughter “Cathryn, my sweet girl. Keep your grandmother company, learn everything she knows for she is the smartest person I know” he’d chuckle before relaxing once more in his bed. Bjolfr would close his eyes for the last time with a smile on his face. Ser Bjolfr Nord-Novaeux Oldest Brother of Saint Karl and Knight of Haense 1658-1728

“So they wish for my knowledge...hmm” Ser Bjolfr would question as a multiple war vet

Ser Bjolfr would wipe a tear from his eye before reading himself for the day “ Rest my son”