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The Departure -+-+-+- Jose Fuentes looked out onto the horizon from his peak in La Dorada. His eyes seemed dull and bland, as though the light in his soul had gone dark with the world. He moved from the roof, each step a thud as he got to the ladder. “What’s the point?” He had killed his best friend, a mentor from the time he was a boy, all over political agenda. He had been missing from the public eye for years, not daring to show his face to the public and family he knew hated him. Not even Ramona dared look him in the eye, even after defending her and the now-deceased King of Haense. Jose seemed distraught as he ordered a servant to ready his possessions to depart. “Adios, mi gente.” A teary eyed stare came from the carriage as it left the Golden City, the man inside not ready to hold himself to the standard he once was. Though if he were called upon, he was ready to serve once more. As was, The Oath of the Patriot. -+-+- A MISSIVE FROM THE HOUSE OF FUENTES As of 95 D.d.R, Ser Jose Fuentes, the Margrave of Corocoa has been declared officially missing. Any information regarding the Margrave is to be reported directly to Hyspian authorities as he has been declared mentally insane after allegations of kinslaying were levied against him. -+-+- [!] The following was attached to the public missive inside of Hyspia! -+-+- To the people of Hyspia inquiring about my voluntary exile, I apologize. Over the past decade I have been thinking a lot about how I will be remembered in history. The legacy of the Patriot lineage is one of hatred and betrayal, yet never of Oath Breaking. I upheld all my oaths and will continue to do such when called upon once more, as my father and grandfather did before me. As my father had inherited my grandfathers, I now also inherit their oaths. Treble was the Patriot of Oren, Antonio “Alto” was the Patriot of Sedan, and now I have been the Patriot of Hyspia. Whenever these oaths are called upon, know that I will answer as my forefathers once did. For that is our oath. -+-+- [!] The following letter would be addressed and known to only Ramona de Pelear!
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When it is Time -+-+- As the dusk set on the keep, a sun's ray bounced off the shining armor of the automaton. He looked into the distance, beyond the mountains of Urguan where the Order had made their stead. The silence of the moment was deafening, a symbolic note to the state of the Golden Lions. As he looked around, he saw no one like him. Few Paladins ever ventured out of their rooms in the keep, even fewer came back to report. His brothers had long since gone, not being seen for many moons, as he had as well. Realizing what must be done, he returned into the keep, sealing himself off from the sun’s brilliant beams. The corner he had made his home wasn’t much, but it was all he had in life. His brothers, his creator, even his friends seemed so far from him in the moment. He had planned to purge the world of the darkspawn he hated so much, yet it plagued him. He was blessed with life, never meant to be in the world. Yet, the humans threw it away so carelessly. Even curable curses to waging wars for fake power, the Descendants of the world never understood how precious life was until it was gone. After his dwellings on the subject, Justinian Belisarius Mundus knew what must be done. He understood that his time in the world had hardened him beyond what even his creator had intended. As the glorious behemoth sat there, he wrote some notes in Flexio to those he cared about most, then powering off. Few could hear the whirring of his gears come to halt as one last breath uttered the phrase, “Donec mihi opus” [!] Some letters would be distributed across the Keep in Flexio! -=-=- To my creator, To my brothers, To Amelia,
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Ingvar can be seen sitting on a nearby hill, looking over at the great sea. His silence was suddenly broken by a voice calling out for him. "Ingvar you stay right there or I swear I'll-" The profanity that follows has been removed. There was only one person he knew that used such bad language: Valk. He did not dare to face her and continued to gaze at the water before him as Valk drew closer. "Still not much of a talker I see." She cleared a patch beside Ingvar before sitting beside him. "Heard you got a new name. Sturmstrike, right?" They sat there for a long, awkward moment in pure silence before Ingvar finally grew the courage to speak. "Why are you here..? Me and you both know what happened." The silence returned before Valk finally spoke. "We need to talk, you know." One of the few and rare moments where Valk was being serious. Ingvar gave her a nod to proceed. "Well, first things first...." she takes a deep breath "Nobody blames you for what happened...and...they are alive, Ingvar." Ingvar's head spun around fast, his eyes piercing through the darkness of his helmet. "Yes," Valk continued, "they are alive, and the wolves have grown in numbers...so much so that I think we could put up a fight, a fight for what we were promised!" Ingvar was sure they perished. The thought of it had been tormenting him all this time. He spoke up once again. "H-How?" Valk dusted herself off before standing up. "They were captured, not killed, and yes, they looked worse for wear when we took back that bandit camp, but they are alive and ready to fight once again. All of us are!" She reached out to Ingvar, offering him her hand. The hand was soft but clearly toughened up from battle. "In order for us to fight, I need my second wolf back. I need you, Ingvar." Valk, hand still outstretched, moved towards him. She had removed the heavy helmet from his head. Few people had seen his real face after the war. Ingvar looked up at her, and she looked at him. She put her hand on his rugged face. "Please. Join me in returning to us what was promised." The shocked Ingvar looked over his shoulder, the mighty walls of Norland met his gaze. It was a place he once called his home, looking onto him, begging for his return. He turned back to face Valk and as painful as it was, without a second thought, he took her hand once more. Valk placed the helmet back on Ignvar's head, for he was ready. He rose himself up and followed her to uphold his oath, even if it killed him
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Here, I Remain To my kin of flesh and blood. I am Barradin Stonebeard, stone-kin creation of Ulfar Starbeaker. I present you with a message of safety, and a promise for eternity. By the will of my father I have been granted freedom of mind and escape from bondage. In my free will I have chosen to remain in these deep roads as their vigilant guardian. I also present an eternal promise to restore Tal’Yrro to the proud stronghold it once was. No Morí shall follow you to your new home, this I assure. to my family, I ask that you do not mourn my absence, and know that should you ever return to these tunnels, Here I shall remain.
