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Ser Bjolfr gives a thumbs up

With that said Ser Bjolfr would scream” AVE MARNA”

Ser Bjolfr would be holding his newborn daughter as he read the announcement. “ Ah Aurelius I’v Fought along his side before even Robert was king. Good man even better warrior”

“Ave Imperium” yelled Ser Bjolfr

Peytr would stand silently at the coffin. Tears would form in his eyes but not fall. “ My mother said follow your heart and do what’s right no matter what. I’ll miss you mama” silence would echo through the church only teardrops could be heard

Ser Bjolfr would smile at his son’s word” Ave Imperium Ave Haense

Ser Bjolfr would laugh” You know for being immortal these elves don’t seem to be quite wise.” He would turn to his son Ovin and Point to the Dried Dark Elf ears he had hung on the window” Son, Were going to get you a Trophy.” he stated with a gleeful smile

“Really.....” Ser Bjolfr says in disbelief

Ser Bjolfr would walk back into Reza faces seeing faces of pride and some of disgust. With that said he stood in the middle of the square shouting “ Adria was nothing but a Wart on our back, A city full of reviers and cowardly bastards. They cost us nothing but trouble, Praise GODAN we burned them from this world. Ave Imperium Ave Haense”

Ser Bjolfr Nord would sigh” Ave Haense Ave Adria Ave Imperium”

Ser Bjolfr would smile at the parchment. “ Antonius was always a bright lad. I was there with his great grandfather and father during the war. Never trust a Runic.”

Ser Bjolfr would smile the look upon his son “Goden’s Beard they grow fast” Peyter Ludovar would smile” Finally something to excuse from my studies”

Ser Bjolfr would smile and walk towards the barracks. Ser Bjolfr “The one legged” Nord 52 1658 Markev, Haense, Atlas Human Highlander Brotherhood of St Karl, Royal Haense Army, 3rd Atlas Coalition War, Currently Commandment of the Haenstic Royal Army Ser Bjolfr Nord

Ser Bjolfr would let go of his bird to the archbishop as he followed siegmund

“Now who are these fuckers?” The old Haensemam wondered

Ser Bjolfr smiles at the new “ Drugs destroyed my late wife’s life. Grand it is to stop it from ruining others”

Tapping his foot Ser Bjolfr would look out his window towards the streets of Reza. “Peace is something that many have forgotten, let’s hope our children understand.

Ser Bjolfr looks to his fellow Commandment and Lord Marshal with a sigh “ We better start thinking of plans comrades”

Ser Bjolfr smiles as reads the proclamation.” Adria was once and honorable town but now they are just the ghetto of our great empire. About time we did something about it, Young Marius and Antonius seem to have learned from their fathers quite well”. The old haenstic Knight would then continue his writing of military books with a young ludovar at his side

Bjolfr would take a poster a sneak it into his pockets the whistle on his way back home. “A Retirement Home!!!! That means I could get sweets from the old ladies!” The young ludovar exclaimed

Ser Bjolfr Nord Applause then salutes screaming with pride” LONG LIVE THE KOENG”

Bjolfr signs the Lorraine for his friend

The newly knighted Ser Bjolfr would Receive the letter from his king taking it into his study. His study would be cover with notes from the investigation of Eliza. The sound of children playing outside his window as he opened the letter. Reading it tears begun to swell in his blue eyes. “ My young Robert, my Eliza, oh how did you both leave before me. I’vE watched you both grow up and do amazing things. From young lovers sneaking out at night to one of our finest monarchs. I will see you in the seven skies my friends.” With that last word bjolfr collapsed into a sob

Petyr Karl Ludovar sits with his father reading the announcement. The young boy was once full of laughter and energy, now is quiet and cold. “ I followed my heart and did what was right. Even if that costed me my uncle and a crown” he said begging exiting his father’s room to walk in the garden.

Bjolfr walked through the theoision library, where his queen’s life faded from the world. His eye would be dark and swollen from many tears as well as countless sleepless hours. He climb up the stair to meet the gaze of Eliza’s eyes still young and life full, immortalized in a painting which hung on the wall. Walking up to it he softly song.” Oh my young Eliza, I never got the chance to thank you....for showing me kindness, teaching me the privileged skill of writing and reading.” His knees trembled inward as the fell to the ground, His Haenstic Army Medals clinked to together” I still remember when we first met...I was merely a boy and you an smart, intelligent girl who always had books hidden in her wheelchair.” He’d smile slightly at the memories flooded his mind but only for a second.” I will find who did this, even if I must ride to the ends of the world. It is the least I can do for my friend, and for my kingdom.” Laying on the ground stareing up at the painting of his oldest friend. Bjolfr would stay for the rest of the night.