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Adhemar Dusek would have read through the missive detailing the death of Ser Erwin Bishop, the man that had implemented words within the mind of the young page, telling him that he was destined to great feats “You have the gaze of your Mother and the Demeanour of your Father young Morovar.”, the words would ring and repeat within the head of the young page, he would have tossed the missive that had been handed to him. His eyes tearing, he would step outside the halls of Ghaestenwald, quickly mounting his steed as he rode off with a retinue of two once more, “Watch over us.. Ea will do what vy willed for Ser Erwin.” He would have stated riding his mount as the pair among him simply looked to him as they knew better then to speak. “Gone, but Niet forgotten.”

Eugen Barclay would read the missive with keen interest, "Missing Hm.." He would comment idly prior to tossing it away.

"Krusae Zwy Kongzem - Iv karos i aserva fallen sarnuvz" - The young Page, Adhemar Dusek Morovar would have murmured as he watched the execution take place, wiping the Orenian blood from his helmet that had been collected throughout the day. Recalling the events of the day, he would nod in affirmation as he had earned accolades throughout the campaign, playing his role amongst their most recent operation as he let out a huff, riding his mount back to Ghaestenwald besides his retinue of two others, he would have let out a quiet huff, then thinking as he spoke out, "Ea should write her a letter... Ea did promise to do so don’t vy two think so?"

"A masquerade Da? That sounds quite dobry... we should all attend."  The young boy would remark to himself, retaining a thin smile as he nodded along to the missive, Adhemar Dusek thereafter shifted himself in his seat as he put down the missive, contemplating who he would inform next of the joyous event.

Adhemar dusek would remain on his steed as he gazed towards the refusal of battle, shaking his head and groaning as he watched them, he would still remember about the Orenians at the gates of Karosgrad not that long ago, shaking his head as they refused to give battle, he would then return to Karosgrad with the Haense retinue, remaining close to his mentor as he spoke, “Shame.. We’ll have to see them in the field some other day Da?”

Eugen Barclay would have read the missive within the snowy roads of Norland, offering a smile as he read of his brother's newest position, sniffling from the cold as he put away the missive before going back within the walls of Norland, "Well done Brudder."

A young page would listen to those bellowing around him, taking a moment to himself as he remained in his thoughts after the battle, he knew how much his mother disliked the idea of the young boy participating within conflicts and skirmishes at his age, yet he had continued to participate, he had much more to learn, yet he seemed deeply experienced in the warfare that he had been birthed into. He did not know what it was that pushed him to do so, his goal of wanting to become a knight, whether it was simply patriotism or commitment. In the end his reasoning mattered little to what was occurring around him, knowing that this was a new era and time, Adhemar Dusek Morovar, the knight in making would sheath his blade, pointing it up to the sky as blood ran down his face would finally exclaim, "KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM! KAROSGRAD STANDS!"

Adhemar Dusek would look down the path littered with bodies from either side, stepping away and looking to the Orenian's that had perished, inspecting the bodies as he looked to help any alive, shaking his head as he quickly stood up knowing that there would be very few who survived. he would have then grimaced, "Eam afraid what Vy have just witnessed is the winds of Haense and her allies crashing against Vyr... attempts to attack our city." 

Adhemar Dusek Morovar would have looked around the battlefield looking up to his Mentor for a moment as he then looked down to the roads leading away from Haense scattered with bodies from either sides. Wiping away blood from his chapped lips, he would then speak, "Eam starting to enjoy fighting with Vy Ser August.." He would have muttered as he dropped his helmet onto the snow with a huff, "Ve karonyz alwayz zakisk nesteo". @Ziggitee

Adhemar Dusek Morovar would scour the large battlefield after the battle, his gaze shifting towards the mass amounts of bodies from both sides scattered along, he would have a permanent grimace over his features. The Page would glance around, letting out a loud and audible huff, wiping the blood off the cut on his face. He would then speak, "The winds of Haense and the Alliance have swept this battlefield," Then beside his Mentor, they would make their way home as he then stated. "Ve karonyz zwe triek." @Ziggitee 

Adhemar Dusek would have begin riding north away from Savoy, taking a moment to glance to his weapon that had the blood of an assailant that had murdered the regent, his hand reaching down to the hilt of his blade as he rested his hand lazily onto it. He would have ridden beside his Mentor, letting out a huff as he knew that this list would only grow longer with time, "Eam going to remember this... but Ea hope he can do well Da.. but Ea don't look forward to cleaning this" He would have muttered about the events that had just taken place, nodding along as they rode in formation.

Adhemar Dusek would have returned home, rubbing his eyes as the events were repeated within his head, the sounds of the screams and cries that Henrietta's death had caused, recalling that he was one of the first alongside other members of the BSK that rallied at the sounds of a mourning child, the young Morovar would have remained silent, not greeting, not taking a moment to spare anyone a glance, he would simply make his way into his room as staring out of his balcony, simply recalling and reliving the memories of that fateful day , muttering to himself "Ea wish there was something else that could've been done.."

4 hours ago, Ziggitee said:

Ser August Barclay claps with a grin, preparing to skirmish with the Vuillerians!

The Page Adhemar Dusek Morovar would look up to his Mentor, offering him a wide grin in return as he had read through the missive, preparing himself for the skirmishes to follow!

From the halls of the Ghaestenwald, a young Page would saunter around towards the rooms of his parents, reading through the missive with a expression of worry, though he would have smiled at the thought, he would continue to read through the missive, repeating it's words in his head, opening the door to the room of his parents as he then spoke to them, "Have Vy read this? Are we going take a trip to Savoy?" He would then ask them. @Althea_ @Lokvank

Adhemar Dusek would read through the missive, the recently made page would lean back in his uniform within the walls of Ghaestenwald, he would remain by the nearby fireplace, allowing the warmth to take over as he thought about recent events and the contents of the missive. He would then mutter to himself, "Should we go..." He would then let out a groan, standing up as he made his way towards his siblings and parents, pestering and irritating them in the hopes and dreams that they would also attend the event, "Da, we need to."

12 hours ago, Frymark said:

"Dont worry dear, I bought this for this very moment!" The Duke grinned widely while displaying the 1000 mina outfit to his daughter.

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"Err.. Vater... Ich don't think that Schwester can wear that?" Eugene Barclay, would have muttered to his father, tilting his head with a soft sigh as he remained by his mother's side, holding up a bottle of wine he had found to her @kaylaa "Mutter, tell Vater to stop making Schwester try and wear that... and... can Ish have this?"

The young Morovar would read through the declaration, perking his brows within the warmth and sheltered walls of Ghaestenwald, he would shift his gaze down the declaration, repeating specific words as he looked up to the fireplace, "What is going on?" Adhemar Dusek would mutter, shrugging as he placed down the declaration before returning to playing his piano.

Adhemar Dusek, the young Morovar, would read the missive, very clearly confused and needing of help, he would ask his Papej @Lokvank to assist him with reading it, "Eam not sure Ea have heard about her... apart from now..." He would have admitted out loud, though shuddering in his step as he shook his head towards the missive, knowing that he was not going to do either of those things.

Eugen Barclay, would simply question his sister's mental state, though deciding to not ask her out of fear of being attacked by her, instead returning to admire the famed Reinmaren Steeds.

Alexander Novikov would have received the news of the Marshall's passing, removing his helmet at once, he would have let out a deep sigh, peering to the dead Imperials ahead of him, he would quickly turn around, gritting his jaw as he though about the Marshall that led him first. Taking a moment to sign the Lorraine before he continued their march, "Gone, but Nyet forgotten" He would have commented under his helmet as they continued their march.

Alexander Novikov would have been informed about the dealings in Orenian lands by a comrade, he would take a moment to consider, leaving himself in thought as he pondered. Whatever he would have thought about would quickly escape his mind, he would simply adjust his beret, his hand then lazily resting over the hilt of his blade as he turned to his comrade, gesturing for them to mount their horses as they passed through Haense lands, the young soldier, his eyes showing naught but determination would mutter the very words that had been engrained into his being, "Krusae Zwy Kongzem,".