[RP] We all live in a house of fire

Jospin81

"Mio Generale, e adesso cosa faccio? Dove devo andare?" Le chiese non sapendo quale emergenza disbrigare per prima...

Quel rogo sembrava non finire mai.
Il soldato aveva un brutto presentimento, ma sperava che tutti uscissero salvi.

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"My General, and now what must I do? Where should I go?" He asked her not knowing which emergency to address with priority ...

That fire seemed to never end.
The soldier had a bad feeling about this, but he hoped that all come out safe.

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Evrard

- « Evrard, dites-moi que vous savez où se trouve la sortie… ? »

Le mots - bien que faible du au craquement des poutres - lui parvenait suffisamment clair pour ne pas le faire répéter. Il ne répondit que par un hochement de tête affirmatif car il n'était qu'à quelque pas avant d'aller les chercher. Son armure le cuisait de plus en plus et il posa Anya une seconde afin de se débarrasser de ses gantelets et repart de plus belle après l'avoir soulever de nouveau. Evrard entendait également le bruit du tissu qui chauffe et commence à se rétracter sur lui même, fort heureusement pour lui sous sa cuirasse c'est un uniforme dans une matière qui ne chauffe qu'à très haute température et il aura le temps de tout retirer avant que ce soit collé à sa peau.

- « Vous êtes certains que c’est par là… Anya ? Tu vas bien… ?»

Oui j'en viens.

- « Si jamais… sauve-là. »

Le jeune ne tiendra pas compte en totalité de sa phrase, car son devoir n'était pas de sauver qu'une personne - ou deux dans le cas d'Anya - mais bien tout ceux qu'il prenait en charge. En plus la Comtesse risquerait de lui couper les doigts s'il laissait son mari se perdre.

- « Vite ! Ça va tomber ! »

Il n'entendit que le début de la phrase car une poutre tomba juste après leur passage lâchant un souffle d'air brulant ainsi que quelque gerbe de flamme leur chatouillant le dos. Si le Chambellan n'était pas plus rapide ils resterait coincé tous les trois ce qui était inconcevable pour Evrard.

A GAUCHE!

Un cri afin d'indiquer une porte donnant sur la cour, bien que l'encadrement de bois allait céder c'était leur seul espoir de retrouver leur famille et amis.
Soufflant rapidement à cause de l'effort il se permit un saut épaule devant tête baissé au dessus de celle d'Anya pour protéger son visage. Quelque mèches de cheveux était roussi encore fumantes. Sans prendre le temps de poser la jeune femme le Chevalier vérifia qu'Enzo était derrière lui.
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Evrard de Melchir, marié à Myosoti!

Egal

Milano, the 3rd of October, MCDLXI

The morning had passed among papers and documents of his Archdiocese, so the Cardinal Borromeo Galli was ready to continue his day like the other previous ones, without any problem for his duties.

On the middle of the afternoon, however, a private herald arrived at the Archdioceses Halls carrying a communication for His Eminence: two days before a fire had started into the Imperial Palace, without too many dangers, but the Emperor had been shaked and now he has still been felt enfeebled and shocked.

Thank you, my dear son-in-the-faith; you can go now. he said to the messenger, then he turned towards his secretary and told him to prepare some luggages So please, be quick, Bernardo, because the Emperor needs my presence next to his bedside, to pray for the solace by the Most High!

And in the late evening, when the sun was goind down on the horizon line, the coach of the high prelate started its travel along the streets of the dukedom, soon ready to go to Strasbourg.
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H. Em. Edoardo Borromeo Galli, Plenipotentiary Prelate, Roman Cardinal and Metropolitan Archbishop of Milan,
Imperial Religious Advisor, Missus Inquisitionis and Exorcist

Ludwig_von_frayner

[An endless fall into a bottomless night, that's what hell is*]
Victor Hugo.

Leaning on his cane, staggering , the Emperor was going ahead, in this endless corridor, in this death row. Around him, the flames ravaged the walls and the tapestries, like a hungry ogre. Ceilings were cracking and collapsing one by one. And the smoke became thicker and darker with every step, burning his lungs and his throat, making him dizzy. There were only two kind of people able to sink into such furnace : crazy people, or unconscious people. But since the collapse of the stairs, the Emperor had lost consciousness. He wanted to find his daughter whatever the costs. He would not abandon her. He would leave the palace, without the certainty that she was safe. Members of the imperial escort joined him , and he only repeated the sentence he repeated to himself, since his eyes had crossed the bread in the kitchen.

"My daughter ... We must find my daughter ..."

He paused a moment to rest, gathering strength, while his guards scattered around him, searching Luisa in the surrounding rooms. He could not breathe any more : he was getting overheated. Some drops of sweat ran down his forehead to his eyes, disturbing his sight. He untied the scarf around his neck, and leaned a moment to find breathable air. His mouth was getting dehydrated. But despite his suffering, he resumed his walk to the bedroom of his daughter.

At this point, he didn't seem to the Emperor he used to be, any more. He was a man ; a man like others, who just sought to preserve the most important part of his life : his family. He was walking to the bedroom, as he could... Until his cane broke. He fell to the ground. And he had no strength to get up. Around him there was only chaos ; such chaos against which he fought all his whole life ; such chaos he loathed. Such chaos was making things clearer. For months, he had thought himself above human laws and above God. But he was an old man, a weak man. A man made of flesh and bone, vulnerable, as everyone. And he was tired. Truly tired. All his life he fought... His whole being was tired. He wanted to rest, now. He closed his eyes. It was the end.

It was the end ... Until he heard a voice, in his mind. A familiar voice. Was it a dream ? Was it a cry ? Or was it really his daughter who was calling him ? Luisa ... He opened his eyes. Luisa ... He rolled onto his stomach, and coughed to clear his lungs. It was her. He was sure. She was here... close to him... So close ... He leaned on his arms, and sat up straight in a plaintive roar. Her bedroom was there ... just there ... With the help of the wall, he stood up. Once standing, he felt his legs falling, but his fingers caught a candlestick to stand still.

"Luisa .... I'm h ..."

A cough interrupted him. He had never felt so low. However, her daughter had never needed him so much. He wandered to the princely room. The door was open. He put his arm against it, and scanned the room carefully. Amid the smoke, a blond hair kept him attention. She was here. Thanks to God she was here. Distraught. Scared. But alive. A huge sense of relief ran through his body.

"Don't be afraid, Luisa. I'm coming for you."

Step by step, he approached her, invaded by beautiful images and memories. Luisa was his daughter. She was his heart, and his blood. He never would have left the palace without her. She was the most precious part of his life, in the world ; and he would have gladly have removed his crown to save her life. His eyes met hers, and despite his suffering, he sent her a reassuring smile. Even though she was shaking, even though she was paralyzed, he took her in his arms.

"Everything's fine. I'm here."

A new cracking sounds. And the ceiling collapsed on them.
Dark. Only dark. No more noise. No more fire. Just dark. Just nothing...
Except a whisper that echoed in his mind : "Don't be afraid, child. I'm here."

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[Castel of Hayange – Thirteen years ago]

Screams had stopped, giving way to a heavy silence. Agitation had faded, and now an uneasy calm was prevailing in the castle. The Viscount of Hayange and future Emperor was waiting there, sitting on his chair. He could no longer endure this long wait. Silence was toring his heart. Much more than the screams of his wife. He would have done his life to find out what was happening in the bedroom.

Finally, a door opened and a nurse came out, holding in her arms, wrapped in swaddling clothes, a drowsy baby. Sure, he had already tormented his parents ; and doubtless, he would torment them again, in the coming days, months and years. But the relief of the Viscount was real, and urged him to jump from his chair to approach. The nurse said a word.

"It's a girl, my lord."

He took her in his arms, and his eyes fell on her little face. His heart lurched. He didn't find words to describe her. She was so beautiful. She was her creation ; her masterpiece. She represented the most wonderful part of his life. At this point, he promised to cherish and protect her every day that God would make. He would ensure her happiness. He would educate her, and see her grow up until she starts a family ; until she survives him. It was the logical course of life.
Her all life would be happy, and filled with love.

"We'll call her Luisa."

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[Une chute sans fin dans une nuit sans fond, Voilà l'enfer*]
Victor Hugo.

Appuyé sur sa canne, chancelant, l'Empereur poursuivait son chemin, dans ce couloir sans fin ; dans ce couloir de la mort. Autour de lui, les flammes ravageaient les murs et les meubles, tel un ogre affamé. Les plafonds craquaient et s'effondraient un à un. Et la fumée plus épaisse et plus sombre à chaque pas qu'il faisait, ravageait ses poumons, le prenant à la gorge, lui faisant tourner la tête. Il fallait être fou, ou inconscient pour s'enfoncer dans cette fournaise. Mais depuis l'effondrement de l'escalier, l'Empereur avait perdu toute conscience. Il voulait retrouver sa fille, coûte que coûte. Il ne partirait pas sans elle. Il était hors de question qu'il coûte le palais sans avoir la certitude qu'elle était saine et sauve. Bientôt, des membres de l'escorte impériale vinrent se joindre à lui, et il ne fit que répéter, la phrase qu'il se répétait à lui même, depuis que ses yeux avaient croisé le morceau de pain, dans la cuisine.

« Ma fille... Trouvez ma fille... »

Il s'arrêta un instant pour reprendre des forces, tandis que les gardes de l'escorte se dispersaient autour de lui, pour fouiller les pièces avoisinantes. Il n'arrivait plus à respirer. Il avait chaud, trop chaud. Des goûtes de sueur coulaient le long de son front jusqu'à ses yeux, troublant sa vue. Il défit le foulard qui entourait son cou, et se pencha quelques instants, pour trouver de l'air. Sa bouche était desséchée. Son souffle était faible. Mais en dépit de ses souffrances, il reprit sa marche, jusqu'à la chambre de sa fille...

A cet instant, il n'avait plus rien de l'Empereur que l'on connaissait. Il était un homme, un homme comme les autres, qui cherchait à préserver ce qu'il avait de plus précieux au monde : sa famille. La porte de la chambre était proche... Elle semblait s'approcher lentement... Jusqu'à ce que sa canne se brise. Il s'effondra au sol. Il n'avait plus de force, pour se relever. Autour de lui, il n'y avait que le chaos. Ce chaos contre lequel il avait lutter toute sa vie. Ce chaos qu'il conspuait. Il s'imposait à lui, comme une évidence. Durant des mois, il s'était cru au dessus des lois humaines, au-dessus de Dieu. Mais il n'était qu'un vieillard, faible, fait de chair et d'os ; vulnérable, comme l'était ses semblables. Il était fatigué. Toute sa vie, il avait lutté, il s'était battu. Il était fatigué... Tout son être était fatigué, et n'appelait plus qu'au repos. Il ferma les yeux. Tout était fini.

Tout était fini... Jusqu'à ce qu'une voix retentisse, dans son esprit. Une voix qu'il connaissait. Était-ce un songe ? Était-ce un cri ? Ou était-ce réellement sa fille qui l'appelait ? Luisa... Il rouvrit ses yeux. Luisa... Il roula sur le ventre, et toussa encore pour libérer ses poumons. C'était elle, il en était persuadé. Elle était là, tout près... Si près... Il s'appuya sur ses bras, et se redressa piteusement, dans un rugissement plaintif. Sa chambre était là... Juste là... S'aidant du mur, il se releva. Une fois debout, ses jambes manquèrent de se dérober. Mais ses doigts parvinrent à s'accrocher à un chandelier, avant qu'il ne chute à nouveau.

« Luisa....Je suis l...»

Une toux grasse le coupa. Il n'avait jamais été aussi faible. Et pourtant, jamais sa fille avait eu autant besoin de lui, à cet instant précis. Vaille que vaille, il déambula jusqu'à la chambre princière. La porte était ouverte. Il s'appuya contre celle-ci, et scruta attentivement la pièce. Au milieu de la fumée, des cheveux blonds retinrent son attention. Elle était là. Grâce à Dieu, elle était là. Affolée. Effrayée. Mais vivante. Un immense sentiment de soulagement le parcourut.

« N'aie pas peur, Luisa. Je viens te chercher. »

Pas à pas, il s'approcha d'elle ; envahi d'images et de souvenirs bienheureux. Luisa était sa fille. Mais plus que sa fille, était son cœur, et son sang. Jamais, il ne l'aurait abandonné. Elle était ce qu'il avait de plus précieux au monde, et il aurait volontiers abandonné sa couronne, pour sauvegarder sa vie. Leurs regards se croisèrent ; et en dépit son état, il ne put s'empêcher de lui adresser un sourire rassurant. Quand bien même elle tremblait, quand bien même elle était tétanisée, il la prit dans ses bras.

« Tout va bien. Je suis là. »

Un nouveau craquement retentit ; et le plafond de la chambre s'effondra sur eux.
Il n'y avait plus rien. Plus de bruit. Plus de feu. Il n'y avait plus que le noir.
Et un murmure, qui résonnait dans sa mémoire : « N'aie pas peur, mon enfant. Je suis là. ».

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[Château d'Hayange – Treize ans plus tôt]

Les cris avaient cessé, pour laisser place à un silence pesant. L'agitation s'était estompée, et un calme précaire régnait désormais dans le château. Le Vicomte d'Hayange, et futur Empereur, attendait là, assis sur sa chaise. Il ne supportait plus l'attente. Elle lui déchirait le cœur. Bien plus que les cris de son épouse. Il aurait fait son possible, pour savoir ce qu'il se passait, dans la chambre d'à côté.

Finalement, une porte s'ouvrit, et une nourrice en sortit, tenant dans ses bras, enveloppé dans ses langes, un petit être assoupi. Celui-ci avait causé bien des tourments à ses parents. Nul doute qu'il en causerait bien d'autres avec le temps. Mais le soulagement fut tel, que le Vicomte bondit de sa chaise, pour s'approcher. La nourrice annonça la bonne nouvelle.

« C'est une fille, Monseigneur. »

Il la prit dans ses bras ; et son regard se posa sur son petit visage. Son cœur vacilla. Il ne sût trouver les mots pour la décrire, tant elle était magnifique. Elle était sa création, à lui. Son chef d’œuvre, à lui. Elle était ce qu'il avait fait de mieux, dans cette vie. A cet instant, il se promit de la chérir et de la protéger, chaque jour que Dieu ferait. Il veillerait à son bonheur. Il l'éduquerait et la regarderait grandir, jusqu'à ce qu'elle trace son propre chemin ; jusqu'à ce qu'elle fonde à son tour une famille ; jusqu'à ce qu'elle lui survive, car tel était le cours logique des choses.
Sa vie entière serait faite d'amour et de bonheur.

« Nous l’appellerons Luisa. »

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Enzo

[ Quelque part avec Evrard et Anya ]

Les flammes, Montpellier, la femme, son bébé, Kaelig, les flammes qui opressent la respiration, le bois qui s’écroule, sa blessure à l’épaule. C’est tout ce à quoi Enzo pensait, à cette crainte aussi de ne pas arriver à sortir du Palais. Il ne lâchait pourtant pas la petite blonde qui le suivait, bien enceinte, et qui ne pouvait pas tant tenir le rythme que lui imposait le jeune Comte Impérial. La chaleur venant faire perler des gouttes de sueurs, le jeune homme se mit à tousser brutalement, à cause de la fumée. Et alors qu’il commence à paniquer, c’est Evrard, le Chambellan de l’Ordre des Lames qui le fait se ressaisir et surtout, lui donner espoir qu’ils vont s’en sortir. À Montpellier, il était passé si près de la mort, qu’il ne pouvait que songer au pire alors que le Palais était enflammé. Les sinoples croisèrent le regard du Melchir alors qu’il attrape Anya, enlevant un certain poids au jeune homme. Il fixa néanmoins la jeune femme, le cœur se serrant légèrement de se faire enlever drastiquement la seconde femme de sa vie, alors qu’Evrard fait vraisemblablement ça pour les aider.

- « Evrard, dites-moi que vous savez où se trouve la sortie… ? »

Dites-moi que tu vas nous sortir de là, surtout, pensait Enzo. Parce que si ça se trouve, la sortie est bloquée. Mais il fallait arrêter de penser au pire et faire confiance à l’Ordre des Lames qui doit savoir bien mieux que lui comment sortir du Palais. Il l’espérait du moins. Il se laisse donc entrainer sans plus attendre, reprenant le dessus sur la panique qui le dirigeait quelques minutes plus tôt. La chaleur devenait étouffante, et le jeune homme se demandait comment Evrard faisait pour avancer aussi bien avec son tas de ferraille et cette insupportable chaleur. Toussant de nouveau, Enzo agita la main pour repousser un peu la fumée qui leur faisait face.

- « Vous êtes certains que c’est par là… Anya ? Tu vas bien… ? »

Il ne fallait pas l’oublier, elle. Sa petite blonde, son écuyère, sa maitresse et la future mère de son bâtard. Enzo pose une main solide sur l’épaule d’Evrard et un murmure, espérant que la blonde n’entendrait pas.

- « Si jamais… sauve-là. »

Sauver deux vies, plutôt qu’une. Même si ça voulait aussi dire qu’il ne reverrait jamais sa femme, Gabrielle, celle qui devrait être là à la place d’Anya. Et ses fils, aussi, qu’il délaisserait s’il advenait qu’il meurt dans cette fournaise. Et alors qu’ils avancent tous, des craquements se font entendre, des sons qui démontrent que la charpente risque de céder à un moment ou un autre.

- « Vite ! Ça va tomber ! »

Et le jeune Comte de pousser Evrard et Anya à courir, les suivant d’un pas précipité. Putain, il faut absolument sortir d’ici, pensa le jeune homme, reprenant toute conscience de la situation et arrêtant soudainement de penser au pire. Survivre, il fallait survivre, et Enzo se mit à espérer que Ludwig et sa famille allaient bien…
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Luisa.von.frayner

No, the night did not last long. Already , the bells rang to announce… to announce what, exactly? A new alarm tone ? Perhaps somebody had found the people of the Palace in too good mood, and he had therefore decided to kill it with a morning din. What a stupid idea. What do griping the princess who was just beginning to realize that she had fallen asleep. In what context was? Oh , yes, Nicolas. The Rosifiage, well. Princely hands sought to confirm the memory by slipping on the sheets, in search of precious work. Bad memory? A yawn, some slow stretches, and feet, in turn, began to move to reach the dear Rosifiage . Fingers on the lock to a rattling and eyes to delve into the truth. Nothing. Merdà, said the heart. And here he is excited.

If there was something that should not be forgotten...

Calm down, it cannot be gone, usually, books don’t know to travel. Your memory fails, that's all. Age and tiredness with it... That's turning thirteen. How horrible it is, you're old, again, again, again, and die. Finally , fortunately the Lord is angry against you and he will take you soon The question is the same since a lot of years. Who will be next? If someone finds your confessions, the question does not arise... Unless cruelty is required and you prefer to lock you in a convent, for real this time. Maybe died would be...
Who cries...? Running? You feel the excitement and the panic rising? You smell the smoke that already slipped under your door? This heat comes slowly to you? Whatever. You will not be able to do anything until you have found it. And isn’t your only memory of Kaëlig? Think of everything you have admitted there, if someone finds it, you're lost.

And if there is something that should not be forgotten...

And the blonde flying in every direction, the pace of research in impulsive slender cabinets, fabric hair, chests... More book is hidden more smoke come into the room, more the princess had trouble breathing, coughing more the more it chokes, and the less it is able to search.
Should she put her life in danger to review her priorities? The princess could see her chamber grey to understand that if she had dropped her book, nobody could ever read it unless we learn to recompose pages ash.

You can not see anything now. You only feel that aggressive burning smell that has crept into your throat . This taste bothers you, it prevents you from focusing , right? Get him out, out of you. Shout. Higher. Perhaps we will get you if you scream. And at least this taste repulsed. Open your door, we hear you further. You see the flames coming towards you? We'll have to close it. Leave it open to scream, but then it will take.

DADDYYYY ! DAAAAAAAD !

Who else? Is it not the strongest man in the Empire and the world?
The taste remained. Maybe it will go away in tears. No. We have to find something to do, Luisa. Quickly.

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Non, la nuit n'avait pas duré longtemps. Déjà, les cloches sonnaient pour annoncer...Pour annoncer quoi, au juste ? Une nouvelle tonalité de réveil ? Peut-être avait-on trouvé les gens du Palais de trop bonne humeur, et avait-on décidé en conséquence de massacrer cette dernière grâce à un vacarme matinal. Quelle idée. De quoi faire ronchonner la princesse qui se commençait à peine à se rendre compte d'avoir sombré dans le sommeil. Dans quel contexte, déjà ? Ah, oui, Nicolas. Le Rosifiage, voilà. Les mains princières cherchaient à confirmer le souvenir en se glissant sur les draps, à la recherche du précieux ouvrage. Mauvaise mémoire ? Un bâillement, quelques étirements lents, et les pieds, à leur tour, se mirent en mouvement pour atteindre le coffre à Rosifiage. Les doigts sur le cadenas pour un cliquetis et les yeux pour plonger dans la vérité. Rien. Merdà, dit le coeur. Et le voilà qui s'excite.

S'il y avait bien quelque chose qu'il ne fallait pas perdre...

Calme-toi, il ne peut pas s'en être allé, aux dernières nouvelles, les livres ne savent que faire voyager. Ta mémoire défaille, c'est tout. L'âge, et avec ça la fatigue...C'est ça d'avoir treize ans. Quelle horreur, tu vas vieillir, encore, encore, encore, et mourir. Finalement, heureusement que le Très-Haut est en colère contre toi et qu'il te prendra plus tôt. La question reste la même depuis des années. Qui sera le prochain? Si quelqu'un découvre tes confessions, la question ne se pose même pas...Sauf si la cruauté est de mise et qu'on préfère t'enfermer au couvent, pour de vrai, cette fois. À y penser peut-être que mourir serait plus...
...Qui crie? Qui court? Tu sens cette agitation et cette panique qui monte? Tu sens cette fumée qui se glisse déjà sous ta porte? Cette chaleur qui vient sournoisement vers toi? Peu importe. Tu ne pourras rien faire avant de l'avoir trouvé. Et puis, n'est-ce pas ton seul souvenir de Kaëlig? Pense à tout ce que tu as avoué là-dedans, si quelqu'un le trouve, tu es perdue.

Et s'il y a bien quelque chose qu'il ne faut pas perdre...

Et les cheveux blonds de voler dans tous les sens, au rythme des impulsives élancées de recherche dans les armoires, les tissus, les coffres...Plus le livre se cache, plus la fumée entre, plus la princesse respire mal, plus elle tousse, plus elle s'étouffe, et moins elle est capable de chercher.
Faut-il mettre sa vie en danger pour revoir ses priorités? Il le fallut pour que la princesse voie sa chambre se griser, pour se rendre compte que si elle avait abandonné son livre, personne n'aurait jamais pu le lire à moins que l'on apprenne à recomposer des pages de cendres.

Tu ne vois plus rien, maintenant. Tu ne sens plus qu'une agressive odeur de brûlé qui s'est immiscée jusque dans ta gorge. Ce goût te dérange, il t'empêche de te concentrer, c'est cela? Fais le sortir, hors de toi. Crie. Fort. Peut-être même qu'on viendra te chercher, si tu cries. Et au moins, ce goût se repoussé. Ouvre ta porte, qu'on t'entende plus loin. Tu vois les flammes venir vers toi? Il va falloir la refermer. Laisse-la ouverte pour crier, mais après, il va falloir.

PAPAAAA! PAPAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Qui d'autre? N'est-ce pas l'homme le plus fort d'Empire et du monde?
Le goût est resté. Peut-être qu'il s'en ira dans les larmes. Non. Il va falloir trouver quelque chose à faire, Luisa. Rapidement, ou alors...

Traduction en anglais de JD Lothar, merciiii
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Enzo

[ Quelque part avec Evrard et Anya ]

Les flammes, Montpellier, la femme, son bébé, Kaelig, les flammes qui opressent la respiration, le bois qui s’écroule, sa blessure à l’épaule. C’est tout ce à quoi Enzo pensait, à cette crainte aussi de ne pas arriver à sortir du Palais. Il ne lâchait pourtant pas la petite blonde qui le suivait, bien enceinte, et qui ne pouvait pas tant tenir le rythme que lui imposait le jeune Comte Impérial. La chaleur venant faire perler des gouttes de sueurs, le jeune homme se mit à tousser brutalement, à cause de la fumée. Et alors qu’il commence à paniquer, c’est Evrard, le Chambellan de l’Ordre des Lames qui le fait se ressaisir et surtout, lui donner espoir qu’ils vont s’en sortir. À Montpellier, il était passé si près de la mort, qu’il ne pouvait que songer au pire alors que le Palais était enflammé. Les sinoples croisèrent le regard du Melchir alors qu’il attrape Anya, enlevant un certain poids au jeune homme. Il fixa néanmoins la jeune femme, le cœur se serrant légèrement de se faire enlever drastiquement la seconde femme de sa vie, alors qu’Evrard fait vraisemblablement ça pour les aider.

- « Evrard, dites-moi que vous savez où se trouve la sortie… ? »

Dites-moi que tu vas nous sortir de là, surtout, pensait Enzo. Parce que si ça se trouve, la sortie est bloquée. Mais il fallait arrêter de penser au pire et faire confiance à l’Ordre des Lames qui doit savoir bien mieux que lui comment sortir du Palais. Il l’espérait du moins. Il se laisse donc entrainer sans plus attendre, reprenant le dessus sur la panique qui le dirigeait quelques minutes plus tôt. La chaleur devenait étouffante, et le jeune homme se demandait comment Evrard faisait pour avancer aussi bien avec son tas de ferraille et cette insupportable chaleur. Toussant de nouveau, Enzo agita la main pour repousser un peu la fumée qui leur faisait face.

- « Vous êtes certains que c’est par là… Anya ? Tu vas bien… ? »

Il ne fallait pas l’oublier, elle. Sa petite blonde, son écuyère, sa maitresse et la future mère de son bâtard. Enzo pose une main solide sur l’épaule d’Evrard et un murmure, espérant que la blonde n’entendrait pas.

- « Si jamais… sauve-là. »

Sauver deux vies, plutôt qu’une. Même si ça voulait aussi dire qu’il ne reverrait jamais sa femme, Gabrielle, celle qui devrait être là à la place d’Anya. Et ses fils, aussi, qu’il délaisserait s’il advenait qu’il meurt dans cette fournaise. Et alors qu’ils avancent tous, des craquements se font entendre, des sons qui démontrent que la charpente risque de céder à un moment ou un autre.

- « Vite ! Ça va tomber ! »

Et le jeune Comte de pousser Evrard et Anya à courir, les suivant d’un pas précipité. Putain, il faut absolument sortir d’ici, pensa le jeune homme, reprenant toute conscience de la situation et arrêtant soudainement de penser au pire. Survivre, il fallait survivre, et Enzo se mit à espérer que Ludwig et sa famille allaient bien…
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Jospin81

"Mio Generale, e adesso cosa faccio? Dove devo andare?" Le chiese non sapendo quale emergenza disbrigare per prima...

Quel rogo sembrava non finire mai.
Il soldato aveva un brutto presentimento, ma sperava che tutti uscissero salvi.

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"My General, and now what must I do? Where should I go?" He asked her not knowing which emergency to address with priority ...

That fire seemed to never end.
The soldier had a bad feeling about this, but he hoped that all come out safe.

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Evrard

- « Evrard, dites-moi que vous savez où se trouve la sortie… ? »

Le mots - bien que faible du au craquement des poutres - lui parvenait suffisamment clair pour ne pas le faire répéter. Il ne répondit que par un hochement de tête affirmatif car il n'était qu'à quelque pas avant d'aller les chercher. Son armure le cuisait de plus en plus et il posa Anya une seconde afin de se débarrasser de ses gantelets et repart de plus belle après l'avoir soulever de nouveau. Evrard entendait également le bruit du tissu qui chauffe et commence à se rétracter sur lui même, fort heureusement pour lui sous sa cuirasse c'est un uniforme dans une matière qui ne chauffe qu'à très haute température et il aura le temps de tout retirer avant que ce soit collé à sa peau.

- « Vous êtes certains que c’est par là… Anya ? Tu vas bien… ?»

Oui j'en viens.

- « Si jamais… sauve-là. »

Le jeune ne tiendra pas compte en totalité de sa phrase, car son devoir n'était pas de sauver qu'une personne - ou deux dans le cas d'Anya - mais bien tout ceux qu'il prenait en charge. En plus la Comtesse risquerait de lui couper les doigts s'il laissait son mari se perdre.

- « Vite ! Ça va tomber ! »

Il n'entendit que le début de la phrase car une poutre tomba juste après leur passage lâchant un souffle d'air brulant ainsi que quelque gerbe de flamme leur chatouillant le dos. Si le Chambellan n'était pas plus rapide ils resterait coincé tous les trois ce qui était inconcevable pour Evrard.

A GAUCHE!

Un cri afin d'indiquer une porte donnant sur la cour, bien que l'encadrement de bois allait céder c'était leur seul espoir de retrouver leur famille et amis.
Soufflant rapidement à cause de l'effort il se permit un saut épaule devant tête baissé au dessus de celle d'Anya pour protéger son visage. Quelque mèches de cheveux était roussi encore fumantes. Sans prendre le temps de poser la jeune femme le Chevalier vérifia qu'Enzo était derrière lui.
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Evrard de Melchir, marié à Myosoti!

Egal

Milano, the 3rd of October, MCDLXI

The morning had passed among papers and documents of his Archdiocese, so the Cardinal Borromeo Galli was ready to continue his day like the other previous ones, without any problem for his duties.

On the middle of the afternoon, however, a private herald arrived at the Archdioceses Halls carrying a communication for His Eminence: two days before a fire had started into the Imperial Palace, without too many dangers, but the Emperor had been shaked and now he has still been felt enfeebled and shocked.

Thank you, my dear son-in-the-faith; you can go now. he said to the messenger, then he turned towards his secretary and told him to prepare some luggages So please, be quick, Bernardo, because the Emperor needs my presence next to his bedside, to pray for the solace by the Most High!

And in the late evening, when the sun was goind down on the horizon line, the coach of the high prelate started its travel along the streets of the dukedom, soon ready to go to Strasbourg.
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H. Em. Edoardo Borromeo Galli, Plenipotentiary Prelate, Roman Cardinal and Metropolitan Archbishop of Milan,
Imperial Religious Advisor, Missus Inquisitionis and Exorcist

Ludwig_von_frayner

[An endless fall into a bottomless night, that's what hell is*]
Victor Hugo.

Leaning on his cane, staggering , the Emperor was going ahead, in this endless corridor, in this death row. Around him, the flames ravaged the walls and the tapestries, like a hungry ogre. Ceilings were cracking and collapsing one by one. And the smoke became thicker and darker with every step, burning his lungs and his throat, making him dizzy. There were only two kind of people able to sink into such furnace : crazy people, or unconscious people. But since the collapse of the stairs, the Emperor had lost consciousness. He wanted to find his daughter whatever the costs. He would not abandon her. He would leave the palace, without the certainty that she was safe. Members of the imperial escort joined him , and he only repeated the sentence he repeated to himself, since his eyes had crossed the bread in the kitchen.

"My daughter ... We must find my daughter ..."

He paused a moment to rest, gathering strength, while his guards scattered around him, searching Luisa in the surrounding rooms. He could not breathe any more : he was getting overheated. Some drops of sweat ran down his forehead to his eyes, disturbing his sight. He untied the scarf around his neck, and leaned a moment to find breathable air. His mouth was getting dehydrated. But despite his suffering, he resumed his walk to the bedroom of his daughter.

At this point, he didn't seem to the Emperor he used to be, any more. He was a man ; a man like others, who just sought to preserve the most important part of his life : his family. He was walking to the bedroom, as he could... Until his cane broke. He fell to the ground. And he had no strength to get up. Around him there was only chaos ; such chaos against which he fought all his whole life ; such chaos he loathed. Such chaos was making things clearer. For months, he had thought himself above human laws and above God. But he was an old man, a weak man. A man made of flesh and bone, vulnerable, as everyone. And he was tired. Truly tired. All his life he fought... His whole being was tired. He wanted to rest, now. He closed his eyes. It was the end.

It was the end ... Until he heard a voice, in his mind. A familiar voice. Was it a dream ? Was it a cry ? Or was it really his daughter who was calling him ? Luisa ... He opened his eyes. Luisa ... He rolled onto his stomach, and coughed to clear his lungs. It was her. He was sure. She was here... close to him... So close ... He leaned on his arms, and sat up straight in a plaintive roar. Her bedroom was there ... just there ... With the help of the wall, he stood up. Once standing, he felt his legs falling, but his fingers caught a candlestick to stand still.

"Luisa .... I'm h ..."

A cough interrupted him. He had never felt so low. However, her daughter had never needed him so much. He wandered to the princely room. The door was open. He put his arm against it, and scanned the room carefully. Amid the smoke, a blond hair kept him attention. She was here. Thanks to God she was here. Distraught. Scared. But alive. A huge sense of relief ran through his body.

"Don't be afraid, Luisa. I'm coming for you."

Step by step, he approached her, invaded by beautiful images and memories. Luisa was his daughter. She was his heart, and his blood. He never would have left the palace without her. She was the most precious part of his life, in the world ; and he would have gladly have removed his crown to save her life. His eyes met hers, and despite his suffering, he sent her a reassuring smile. Even though she was shaking, even though she was paralyzed, he took her in his arms.

"Everything's fine. I'm here."

A new cracking sounds. And the ceiling collapsed on them.
Dark. Only dark. No more noise. No more fire. Just dark. Just nothing...
Except a whisper that echoed in his mind : "Don't be afraid, child. I'm here."

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[Castel of Hayange – Thirteen years ago]

Screams had stopped, giving way to a heavy silence. Agitation had faded, and now an uneasy calm was prevailing in the castle. The Viscount of Hayange and future Emperor was waiting there, sitting on his chair. He could no longer endure this long wait. Silence was toring his heart. Much more than the screams of his wife. He would have done his life to find out what was happening in the bedroom.

Finally, a door opened and a nurse came out, holding in her arms, wrapped in swaddling clothes, a drowsy baby. Sure, he had already tormented his parents ; and doubtless, he would torment them again, in the coming days, months and years. But the relief of the Viscount was real, and urged him to jump from his chair to approach. The nurse said a word.

"It's a girl, my lord."

He took her in his arms, and his eyes fell on her little face. His heart lurched. He didn't find words to describe her. She was so beautiful. She was her creation ; her masterpiece. She represented the most wonderful part of his life. At this point, he promised to cherish and protect her every day that God would make. He would ensure her happiness. He would educate her, and see her grow up until she starts a family ; until she survives him. It was the logical course of life.
Her all life would be happy, and filled with love.

"We'll call her Luisa."

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[Une chute sans fin dans une nuit sans fond, Voilà l'enfer*]
Victor Hugo.

Appuyé sur sa canne, chancelant, l'Empereur poursuivait son chemin, dans ce couloir sans fin ; dans ce couloir de la mort. Autour de lui, les flammes ravageaient les murs et les meubles, tel un ogre affamé. Les plafonds craquaient et s'effondraient un à un. Et la fumée plus épaisse et plus sombre à chaque pas qu'il faisait, ravageait ses poumons, le prenant à la gorge, lui faisant tourner la tête. Il fallait être fou, ou inconscient pour s'enfoncer dans cette fournaise. Mais depuis l'effondrement de l'escalier, l'Empereur avait perdu toute conscience. Il voulait retrouver sa fille, coûte que coûte. Il ne partirait pas sans elle. Il était hors de question qu'il coûte le palais sans avoir la certitude qu'elle était saine et sauve. Bientôt, des membres de l'escorte impériale vinrent se joindre à lui, et il ne fit que répéter, la phrase qu'il se répétait à lui même, depuis que ses yeux avaient croisé le morceau de pain, dans la cuisine.

« Ma fille... Trouvez ma fille... »

Il s'arrêta un instant pour reprendre des forces, tandis que les gardes de l'escorte se dispersaient autour de lui, pour fouiller les pièces avoisinantes. Il n'arrivait plus à respirer. Il avait chaud, trop chaud. Des goûtes de sueur coulaient le long de son front jusqu'à ses yeux, troublant sa vue. Il défit le foulard qui entourait son cou, et se pencha quelques instants, pour trouver de l'air. Sa bouche était desséchée. Son souffle était faible. Mais en dépit de ses souffrances, il reprit sa marche, jusqu'à la chambre de sa fille...

A cet instant, il n'avait plus rien de l'Empereur que l'on connaissait. Il était un homme, un homme comme les autres, qui cherchait à préserver ce qu'il avait de plus précieux au monde : sa famille. La porte de la chambre était proche... Elle semblait s'approcher lentement... Jusqu'à ce que sa canne se brise. Il s'effondra au sol. Il n'avait plus de force, pour se relever. Autour de lui, il n'y avait que le chaos. Ce chaos contre lequel il avait lutter toute sa vie. Ce chaos qu'il conspuait. Il s'imposait à lui, comme une évidence. Durant des mois, il s'était cru au dessus des lois humaines, au-dessus de Dieu. Mais il n'était qu'un vieillard, faible, fait de chair et d'os ; vulnérable, comme l'était ses semblables. Il était fatigué. Toute sa vie, il avait lutté, il s'était battu. Il était fatigué... Tout son être était fatigué, et n'appelait plus qu'au repos. Il ferma les yeux. Tout était fini.

Tout était fini... Jusqu'à ce qu'une voix retentisse, dans son esprit. Une voix qu'il connaissait. Était-ce un songe ? Était-ce un cri ? Ou était-ce réellement sa fille qui l'appelait ? Luisa... Il rouvrit ses yeux. Luisa... Il roula sur le ventre, et toussa encore pour libérer ses poumons. C'était elle, il en était persuadé. Elle était là, tout près... Si près... Il s'appuya sur ses bras, et se redressa piteusement, dans un rugissement plaintif. Sa chambre était là... Juste là... S'aidant du mur, il se releva. Une fois debout, ses jambes manquèrent de se dérober. Mais ses doigts parvinrent à s'accrocher à un chandelier, avant qu'il ne chute à nouveau.

« Luisa....Je suis l...»

Une toux grasse le coupa. Il n'avait jamais été aussi faible. Et pourtant, jamais sa fille avait eu autant besoin de lui, à cet instant précis. Vaille que vaille, il déambula jusqu'à la chambre princière. La porte était ouverte. Il s'appuya contre celle-ci, et scruta attentivement la pièce. Au milieu de la fumée, des cheveux blonds retinrent son attention. Elle était là. Grâce à Dieu, elle était là. Affolée. Effrayée. Mais vivante. Un immense sentiment de soulagement le parcourut.

« N'aie pas peur, Luisa. Je viens te chercher. »

Pas à pas, il s'approcha d'elle ; envahi d'images et de souvenirs bienheureux. Luisa était sa fille. Mais plus que sa fille, était son cœur, et son sang. Jamais, il ne l'aurait abandonné. Elle était ce qu'il avait de plus précieux au monde, et il aurait volontiers abandonné sa couronne, pour sauvegarder sa vie. Leurs regards se croisèrent ; et en dépit son état, il ne put s'empêcher de lui adresser un sourire rassurant. Quand bien même elle tremblait, quand bien même elle était tétanisée, il la prit dans ses bras.

« Tout va bien. Je suis là. »

Un nouveau craquement retentit ; et le plafond de la chambre s'effondra sur eux.
Il n'y avait plus rien. Plus de bruit. Plus de feu. Il n'y avait plus que le noir.
Et un murmure, qui résonnait dans sa mémoire : « N'aie pas peur, mon enfant. Je suis là. ».

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[Château d'Hayange – Treize ans plus tôt]

Les cris avaient cessé, pour laisser place à un silence pesant. L'agitation s'était estompée, et un calme précaire régnait désormais dans le château. Le Vicomte d'Hayange, et futur Empereur, attendait là, assis sur sa chaise. Il ne supportait plus l'attente. Elle lui déchirait le cœur. Bien plus que les cris de son épouse. Il aurait fait son possible, pour savoir ce qu'il se passait, dans la chambre d'à côté.

Finalement, une porte s'ouvrit, et une nourrice en sortit, tenant dans ses bras, enveloppé dans ses langes, un petit être assoupi. Celui-ci avait causé bien des tourments à ses parents. Nul doute qu'il en causerait bien d'autres avec le temps. Mais le soulagement fut tel, que le Vicomte bondit de sa chaise, pour s'approcher. La nourrice annonça la bonne nouvelle.

« C'est une fille, Monseigneur. »

Il la prit dans ses bras ; et son regard se posa sur son petit visage. Son cœur vacilla. Il ne sût trouver les mots pour la décrire, tant elle était magnifique. Elle était sa création, à lui. Son chef d’œuvre, à lui. Elle était ce qu'il avait fait de mieux, dans cette vie. A cet instant, il se promit de la chérir et de la protéger, chaque jour que Dieu ferait. Il veillerait à son bonheur. Il l'éduquerait et la regarderait grandir, jusqu'à ce qu'elle trace son propre chemin ; jusqu'à ce qu'elle fonde à son tour une famille ; jusqu'à ce qu'elle lui survive, car tel était le cours logique des choses.
Sa vie entière serait faite d'amour et de bonheur.

« Nous l’appellerons Luisa. »

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Johanna

Outside the palace in the medical area

Johanna had turned to the blanket she had showed to the man who brought her Salome and the scrolls. He had announced to her another victim of the fire. When Johanna saw the man she recognized him immediately. “Oh no!” she whispered, jumped about another blanket and went to her knees in front of the injured man. Her fiancé. He wasn’t with his senses. Like Salome. The man who brought him told her, that he had brought the young lady out of the palace, but Johanna didn’t listened. She checked if the man in front of her breath. He did. A tear of relief runs down her cheek. “Thanks god… thanks….” She mumbled and started to shout to a young boy who helps in the medical area.

“Bring me some hot water, and alcohol. As strong as you’re able to find it… and more unction and more bandages!” She turned to the man again. Her fingers stroke his dark hair gently out of his face. The hair was burned here and there. “You won’t go to die…” she whispered again. “You have to marry me…” The boy returned she took the things he brought to her and started to care about Findecanos wounds. There weren’t many really bad wounds. - Some smaller burnings here and there. His clothes were raged and burned at some places, but that doesn’t matter. She worked. One step after the other. She had to work.

Last she cleaned the little wounds in his face and did some unction on the little burnings. Carefully.
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Comyr

Comyr has managed it to get out of the building again, at least a few seconds before there was a lot of noise,
sounding like a whole wing of the building collapses.

"Damn it", he said more to himself. "Hopefully there was nobody in there."

A sudden pain was hitting his hand and as he looked to the scarf, where hot steel once as burned his flesh in the teutonic order, he saw, that the scarf was open again.
He rememberd, that he was forced to sustain himself on a hot pillar of stone - which has obviously burned his hand.

At the time the pain returns in its full scale, he has given the scrolls of parchment already to a servant and entered an area of injured persons.

"Everyone has seen His Majesty?" he asked towards a nurse, not realizing anymore, that he looks at Johanna from the back...

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Johanna

A last time she stroked the hair of Findecano gently. He was still without his senses, but she had to work. There were a lot of other injured persons who need help. She stood up and turned. A voice had spoken to her. First she didn’t recognize it, because he talked in English, as everyone did in Straßburg. But when she turned she recognized him immediately. “Comyr…” she whispered. She hadn’t thought of him. She had been too much worried about Findecano. But true. He was the heir of his majesty. Of course he had been in the palace! “Thanks God that you’re safe.” She answered, before she shook her head and answered in German. “No, I didn’t saw him here in the medical area. But I hope and pray that he will be fine…”

Her eyes scanned the man in front of her. “Your hand, Milord.” She said to him. She had been princess in Mainz, but when she met Comyr for the first time, she had been a bond slave who just had run away from her former master. Johanna had had a lot of respect, maybe even fear. But with the time, especially the time in Mainz, it had changed. She still had respect but now Comyr was her idol too. She had watched him, learned from him how to lead people. True, he led in another way than she did, but he had been her teacher.

Johanna stepped forward ant took his hand carefully in hers. “Oh that looks bad… I will take care of this wound and afterwards you can go and search for the Emperor.” And because he was a man she added: “And no argue about it. You can’t go in the Palace to search him. If something bad happened to him – may god guard him! – it’s up to you to lead the people. It would be bad if something bad happens to you, too.”
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Comyr

It was the German voice, who get into his head.
"Johanna..." he said, with a thin smile after a few moments of thinking who the person in front of him was.
He would never have needed a blink of an eye to remember her name, but under this circumstances it wasn't that easy.

Willful - or weak-willed - his hand was inspected by her. Words about leading, about argues, about the Palace - and the Emperor.

"Ludwig..." he said suddenly and raised fast, just to get down on his knees an instance later...

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Johanna

Johanna had followed Christin_Marie and the man to the medical section. There are already a lot of people with burnings. Others had no burnings, but they cough, because they breathed a lot of smoke. The brown haired woman cared about the wounds. Washed them and bandaged them as good as possible. Then a man brought a woman to her. He carried her in his arms. The dress of the lady was burned. But still there remained enough to recognize her as a lady and not as a servant maid. Johanna told the man to lay her down on a blanket. They don’t have beds or such things. She went to her knees beside of her. The lady was aswoon. She didn’t react on anything. Johanna tried to figure out what was wrong. But she could only find some little burnings and bruises. But the legs of the lady are more injured. It seems to be that something heavy hit the lady. The bruises probably would turn blue and green.

With fresh water Johanna started to clean the wounds. She used an ointment very carefully and bandaged the wounds after it. As soon as she finished she turned to the face of the lady to wash the ash from her skin it. It’s the first time she looked the woman into the face. She knew her! It was the young lady which was ennobled by his Imperial Majesty with Comyr. The young lady she thought she knew. Now she was close Johanna knew, that her thoughts at the 15th of September had been right. It was Salome. The Salome she knew from Regensburg.

The men returned and brought some scrolls. He told Johanna that the lady had carried them. He laid the scrolls down beneath her and informed Johanna about another patient. - A man. “Just bring him here.” Johanna said and pointed to another free blanked. Then she turned to Salome again. After she had finished cleaning her, she tried again to wake her up. But it was impossible. So she would go and look for the man and come back later to look for Salome.

~fairplay~
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Lothar.von.frayner

Avant l'incendie

Lothar s'ennuyait. Il était venu traîner dans le coin, son précepteur lui ayant laissé une journée de récréation. Malheureusement, son garde était occupé, et Simone n'avait pas le temps de jouer avec lui. Il avait cherché Lorenz, mais introuvable aussi. Embêter le jardinier ? Non, sinon il n'aurait plus droit de manger directement les fruits qu'il cueillait sans passer par la case cuisine. Les palefreniers ? Surtout pas, ils pourraient se venger sur Monsieur... Monsieur quoi déjà ? Mince, avec Cira, ils avaient trouvé un prénom génial pour son demi-poney, et impossible de s'en souvenir ! Alors son deuxième prénom c'était Charlemagne, ça, c'était sûr. Il y avait aussi un truc avec épi... Zut de zut ! Il lui redemanderait.
Bref. Lothar avait donc traîné toute la journée. Et ce soir, il traînait encore. Cela dit, il avait dîné entre autres avec sa soeur, et une petite idée lui était venue à l'esprit. En l'observant - non pas en l'espionnant ! Ou si peu... - Lothar avait remarqué qu'elle conservait précieusement un livre. Elle le cachait et tout, ça voulait forcément dire que c'était important. Une fois, il en avait parlé à Simone. La vieille gouvernante lui avait répondu que c'était un journal de l'intimité. Le garçonnet ne s'y était pas plus intéressé, considérant qu'il s'agissait là d'un truc de filles, bien inutile. Mais ce soir, l'ennui prenait le pas sur le désintérêt...

Lothar passa le palais au crible. Pas de Luisa en vue. Parfait, elle était sans doute en taverne. Alors qu'il se dirigeait vers la porte de sa soeur, il fut interrompu.

- Votre Altesse ! Au lit !

Zut, Simone l'avait vu. Sagement, il la suivit, se laissa déshabiller, et se coucha sans rechigner. Rapidement, il fit semblant de dormir, émettant même un léger ronflement, sans aucun doute semblable à celui d'un porcelet. La gouvernante le croyant endormi, elle quitta les lieux. Il attendit encore un quart d'heure, puis se releva, enfila une paire de poulaines et une cape. Discrètement, il ouvrit sa porte. Elle grinça et il grimaça. Heureusement, le couloir était vide. Sur la pointe des pieds, il rejoignit la chambre de sa soeur adorée. Il poussa également la porte et se figea un instant. Elle était là. Bon, il pourrait toujours dire qu'il voulait un câlin. Il s'avança quelque peu. Elle ne bougeait pas. Elle dormait ! Parfait. Lothar s'avança davantage, et faillit pousser un cri de joie. Les livres, les fameux livres étaient là, juste devant elle ! Délicatement, il s'en saisit, et repartit aussi doucement qu'il était arrivé, son précieux paquet sous le bras. Où pourrait-il aller pour ne pas être interrompu ? Dans le jardin du palais ! Sous les arbres, personne ne le verrait, et Luisa ne penserait pas à le chercher là. Sitôt pensé sitôt fait, Lothar s'installa confortablement en cette nuit qui commençait à être fraîche sous un arbre du jardin.

Il ouvrit les précieux manuscrits, et se mit à lire ce qui semblait le plus récent. Ses yeux s'ouvrirent grand. Elle avait embrassé quelqu'un ! Honte à ce garçon ! Il irait le provoquer en duel ! Il s'arrêta de suite. Finalement, mieux valait commencer par le plus ancien pour tout comprendre. Lothar se mit donc à lire, lire, lire... Et comme il était tard, le petit garçon dodelina de la tête, avant de s'endormir sur le journal intime de sa soeur, caché par un arbre, éloigné du palais...

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Before the fire

Lothar bored . He came to hang out in the corner with his tutor gave him a day of recreation . Unfortunately, the guard was busy, and Simone did not have time to play with him. He had sought Lorenz , but also found . Teasing the gardener ? No, otherwise he would not have the right to eat the fruit he picked directly without going through the kitchen box. Grooms ? Certainly not , they could take revenge on Mr. ... Sir what already ? Damned, with Cira , they found a great name for his half- pony, and impossible to remember ! Then his middle name was Charlemagne , it was safe . There was also something with ear ... Heck of damn ! It redemanderait him.
Brief. Lothar had then dragged all day. And tonight, he still lingered . That said, he had dinner with his sister among others , and an idea came to mind . By observing - not the spying ! Little or ... - Lothar had noticed that she treasured book . She hid it and everything, it would necessarily mean that it was important. Once he had spoken to Simone . The old housekeeper had told him it was a journal of intimacy. The boy was not there no more interested , considering that it was a girl thing , useless . But tonight , boredom took precedence over lack of interest ...

Lothar passed the palace screened. No Luisa in sight. Okay, it was probably tavern. As he headed toward the door of his sister, he was interrupted .

- Your Highness ! Time to bed

Damn, Simone had seen . Wisely, he followed , is left undressed and went to bed without a fuss. Quickly, he pretended to be asleep , even emitting a slight hum , no doubt similar to that of a pig. The housekeeper believers asleep, she left the scene. He waited a quarter of an hour, then got up , pulled on a pair of poulaines and a cape . Quietly, he opened his door. She groaned and grimaced . Fortunately, the hall was empty. On tiptoe , he joined the chamber of his beloved sister . It also opened the door and froze for a moment. She was there . Well, he could always say he wanted a hug. He walked a little. She did not move . She slept ! Perfect . Lothar walked more, and almost cry with joy. Books, famous books were there, right in front of her! Gently , he seized it and left as quietly as he had arrived , her precious bundle under his arm. Where could he go not to be interrupted ? In the garden of the palace ! Under the trees , nobody would see , and Luisa did not think to look there. Sooner thought than done , Lothar himself comfortable on this night that began to be cool under a tree in the garden .

He opened his precious manuscripts , and began to read what seemed the most recent. His eyes opened wide . She kissed someone ! Shame on this guy ! It would be a duel ! He stopped on. Finally, it was better to start with the oldest to understand everything. Lothar therefore began to read , read, read ... And as it was late, the boy nodded his head before falling asleep on the diary of her sister , hidden by a tree, away from the palace ...
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Katamazai

Era testardo e lo sapeva e sapeva anche che non era un bene questo suo essere testardo perchè qualche volta gli avrebbe procurato grossi problemi.
Ma questa volta c'era poco da pensare le fiamme divoravano il palazzo e molti mancavano all'appello per cui senza pensare un attimo entrò nell'ala Est e si diresse verso le cucine dove torvò un amara sorpresa, le scale che portavano dall'ala nord erano crollate e la via di fuga ostruita , ma doveva raggiungere in tutti i modi l'ala ovest per cercare i suoi compagni, Ranian, Jospin e chi altro ancora fosse intrappolato.
Nel rumore dell'incendio sentiva la voce dell'Imperatore chiamare con tutta la sua forza la figlia e la voglia di seguirlo lo colpì nella mente, ma poi pensò che sicuramente la sua scorta privata gli sarebbe rimasta vicina per cui prese dalla cucina due secchi pieni d'acqua e alcuni stracci di cotone e aprì il passaggio segreto che portava dalle cucine alla sala della Dieta Imperiale per andare a cercare chi ancora fosse rimasto intrappolato.
Aperto il passaggio segreto fu avvolto da una nuvola di fumo che per sua fortuna una volta aperto il passaggio inizio ad uscire liberando un po il passaggio segreto permettendogli di entrare.

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English version

He was stubborn and he knew it and he knew that was not good his being stubborn because sometimes he would bring big problems.
But this time there was little to think the flames devoured the palace and many were missing so without thinking for a moment he entered in the East Wing and headed toward the kitchen where a grim bitter surprise, the stairs leading from the wing north had collapsed and the escape route blocked, but had to reach all the way west wing to look for his companions, Ranian, Jospin and who else was trapped.
In the noise of the fire could hear the voice of the Emperor with all his might call his daughter and the desire to follow him struck him in mind, but then he thought that surely his private stash would have remained close to the kitchen which took two buckets full of water and some cotton rags and opened the secret passage that led from the kitchen to the hall of the Imperial Diet to go looking for those who were still trapped.
Open the secret passage was enveloped in a cloud of smoke that luckily for him, once you open the passage beginning to come out a little freeing the secret passage allowing him to enter.
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Salome_

Unable to anything herself she watched what Fin did, still she was afraid, it was dangerous and the flames seem to get closer and closer.
He managed it with a lot of efforts to pull up the bar underneath Salome was burried. She made it out still pulling the scrolls close to her heart, as if they were her baby or something that she wants to protect.
Getting up and taking a breath all began to swirl around her. The colors of red and yellow vanished and all turned to black around the Imperial chancellor when she fainted.
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Evrard

Il ne restait bientôt plus personne dans l'enceinte quand il décida de repartir. La chaleur devenu insoutenable pour ses poumons et sa peau gagner en intensité. Quelque mettre le sépare encore de la porte mais une voix le fait revenir en arrière, un son presque imperceptible qu'il connait sans savoir dire qui cela peut être. Au détour d'un mur il se cogne avec deux personnes qui cherche la sortie et qui semble ne plus pouvoir avancer.

Enzo? Anya?

Si Evrard les à bien reconnue eux vont ils le reconnaître. La jeune femme est tenu fermement par le Comte qui n'y voit plus rien. Depuis son entré dans l'Ordre le Chevalier à put se faire quelque muscle et il attrape Anya afin qu'Enzo puisse marcher plus librement.

Ca va aller votre Grandeur?

Il ne lui laisse pas vraiment le temps de parler car il l'entraine dans le couloir après avoir fait demi tour. La sortie n'étant plus trop loin l'avare n'aurait pas trop de mal à suivre surtout qu'avec son armure, Evrard commençait à marcher moins bien.
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Evrard de Melchir, marié à Myosoti!

Findecano

When Salome had freed herself from her prison, Findecano dropped the heavy wooden parts that once made up the ceiling. He turned to Salome to ask her if she was all right, but she collapsed and he was only barely able to catch her with one arm behind her back to prevent her head from hitting the floor hard. With his other arm behind her knees he lifted her up in his arms, the scrolls she was carrying still in her arms.

Ashes and embers were coming down around them. They had to hurry. There was no time and there was no other choice. He had no hopes of bringing her back to consciousness: he had to carry her out, but would he make it? The Chancellor was not heavy, in fact she was quite light. However, carrying someone through smoke and fire would be very hard and tiresome. Yet he could not give up. Their fates were tied as soon as he had found her in the corridor. If she survived, he would live too, but if she would die, he would die trying to save her.

Slowly, but with certain steps, Findecano started his way back. With Salome in his arms he walked through the corridor from which he came. He retraced his steps through the heavy smoke and he knew that he had not much time before he would collapse himself. The smoke was not the only problem, though. The fire had reached them and the wall on one of their sides was engulfed by flames. Pieces of the ceiling came down in front and behind them. As he made the turn at a intersection and walked into the corridor leading towards the great hall and entrance, there was a loud roar and with the rapid cracking of wood the ceiling and God knows what more came crashing done before his eyes. He turned around, ready to run, afraid that the rest of the wing would squash them both, but it seemed to hold for now. The inner wooden and stone parts were giving way, but the outer thick and strong walls were not to be broken so easily.

Back at the intersection he looked at the rubble and he felt desperate. The way was shut, he would have to take a detour to get out now. Tears came in his eyes, not only because of the dust and thick smoke due to the collapse, but he felt panic. Pure panic raced through his mind and body, battling his will and strength to go on. He was sure now that this would be the end. He would collapse and they would both die, burned to ashes or less by the flames. Johanna would be left alone, there would be no marriage. Their bright future was ended by even brighter flames. And who knows about the future of the person whose life he was holding in his arms?

The ongoing battle in his body and soul between strength and failure was raging, but the outcome was determined by God. He prayed and the answer was given to him. For the sake of his beloved and of Salome: he could not give up. He could not just collapse, for he was still needed. His role in this world was not yet completed.

With renewed strength and fervour he continued. He took a different path, not sure where it would take them, but he had to do it. He was a knight and with the aid of God he could fulfil his purpose. He would bring Salome safely outside and he would live to marry his beloved.

The final struggle began, as he carried Salome through the corridors in a fast pace, but his arms were growing tired and numb. He had to shift her position multiple times as he was careful not to drop her. Again he did not know where he was or where he was going. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes like hours. The palace seemed bigger than ever, even though normally one would have found his or her way through it.

His awareness of his surroundings began to fade away, but finally, he reached the big hall where he could find the exit. His senses were blurred. He could not hear what was around him, nor could he see any details that were not lost in the smoke. Miraculously he had found the entrance by which he entered this Hell in the first place.

With Salome tightly in his arms, he walked outside, unaware of any people that were there. He was in a bad shape, his clothes were burned and the unprotected parts of his face and hands were burned and hurt by splinters. His lungs had been full of smoke for too long and his whole body was exhausted.

Once he had walked some distance outside, where he could feel the cold and fresh air, he could feel that Salome was taken from his arms by someone. Then his legs gave way, he lost consciousness. He fell on his knees first, and then face-flat on the ground.
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[~*~] Je vivroie liement, douce creature, se vous savies vraiement qu'en vous fust parfaitement ma cure [~*~]

Stormhawk

Mentre correva, cercando di proteggere Pippa, sentì una voce che chiamava Luisa.

Si bloccò all'istante e guardando Ranian disse: Ranian... Luisa non è la figlia dell'Imperatore?

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While she ran, trying to protect Pippa, Aislinn heared a voice calling Luisa.
She stopped immediately and, looking to Ranian, said: Ranian...Luisa is the daughter of the Emperor?
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Elein

I know, it's a stupid question but... do you have something useful to bring you some water?

Violante made a little smile to that question. Maybe she was still shocked, maybe she was mad or, simply, tired and hurt. But that question, that simple and kind question, made her smile. She can't think to what can happen to her sister or other minister, she had to think to something else...that is the reason for her little smile

We need these stupid questions, as you said. We have to think that everything will be fine. Thanks my dear for your help but, now, I think it's my turn to wash my face.

Another little smile and she stood up. She arrived at the fountain near them, she put her hands inside the crystalline water and start to wash them. The soot, second after second, disappeared from her hands showing again her pale skin. She continue to wash them for few minutes like erase the last events: the fire, the smoke, their escape, her fear, her tears...
Then she looked the woman reflected in the water: that image has nothing of the young woman who presiding the Imperial Diet. The woman in the image was worried, dirty, disordered: her hair, first gathered in a long side braid, vaguely remembered a beautiful braid. Her eyes were big, full of terror and fear but, at the same time, were also sad or dead, the light always inside them was...was simply off by that fire.
And her dress...oh her beautiful dress was dark and dirty like her, was ruined, burned in some points, was a symbol of that terrible night.
But that image showed her also another thing: her pregnancy. She was alive, her baby was alive, she hadn't pains and it was a good signal.
With a new force she washed her face and tried to fix the hair with a quick ponytail and return to Eriti.

Thank you to bring me outside that hell...I have not been very cooperative, and I'm sorry for that. I'm not a doctor, I know nothing about medicine or herbs but, maybe, we can help. We're Imperial Minister maybe we must lead by example or...we can search our friends. I can't wait here doing nothing, waiting for...what?

Another explosion, she can't remember how many explosions there had been that night, too much to remember. She looked around: fire, smoke, noises, shouts, wounded and survivors and, as background, the imperial palace still engulfed in flames.
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Salome_

She did not know how long she tried to find a way out, the smoke got thick and she was not really able to see where she was walking really.
It was good that the knew the palace by heart so there was no need for her to really see something.
Her mind was running fast, she was thinking of the others and finally she was aware that there were a lot of documents, more or less in danger for the flames.

Turning around she only focused on such documents.
Running almost ignoring the fact, that she was not really able to breathe anymore she opens again the door of her office, grabbed documents she could find, opened the sidebord in which all really important documents were places. As quickly as possible she tried to get all of them, turning back and through the door of her office again.

The wood of the bars was aching, at least it sounded like that. The flames crackled and what usually fascinates the Imperial Duchess, the dance of the flames, becomes now something that is dangerous for all she has been working for. Takeing the scrolls closer into her arms she tries to find her way, out. Suddenly a part of the ceiling crushes down, burrying the darkblond underneath it. Her heart was beating her mind running now even faster, afraid of the situation, being not able to get out. She started already to pray to the Almighty. As she heard a voice nearby. "Salome, can you hear me? Hold on, I will help you!" it was the voice of Findencano the imperial ambassador for England, and General of the AI, her eyes were starring at him, thankful that someone was around in this very moment, ready to help her.
"I am here.... please be careful..." still she pressed the scrolles against her breast, not thinking to let them go.
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Findecano

Findecano looked from side to side. The Chancellor was trapped, but how could he rescue her from her position? The beam had to be lifted from her, so she could get up. He tried to lift it himself, but he was unable to move it. The wooden bar was stuck somewhere else in the rubble and he started to push away pieces of it. Hopefully now it was possible to raise the Chancellor's imprisoning piece of wood from her.
He took a plank and shoved it beneath the beam. He felt wooden splinters drive into the flesh of his hands while he was applying pressure on the wood, but the beam started to move upwards and it seemed to him that the young duchess was now free. His hands were hurting and the beam was heavy, he did not know how long he could lift it up...
"Hurry!" was all he grunted.
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[~*~] Je vivroie liement, douce creature, se vous savies vraiement qu'en vous fust parfaitement ma cure [~*~]

Ranian

[Palazzo Imperiale di Strasburgo - Notte del 30 settembre al 1 Ottobre, 1461]

Le tre donne si diressero all'interno della sala della dieta imperiale, trovandosi difronte uno Jospin stordito ma tutto intero

Forza ragazzo!

incalzò Ranian

andiamo via di qua se non vogliamo fare una brutta fine

Il Maresciallo si avvicinò ad un tavolo dove sopra vi erano varie brocche d'acqua, utilizzate dai servi quando i Reggenti ne richiedevano, vide che erano ancora piene, così si avviò verso una tenda ancora intatta, la staccò dalla finestra rotta e ne fece delle strisce, poi le immerse nelle brocche e le passò ai suoi amici.

Con queste ci proteggiamo un pò dal fumo

fatta questa operazione si avvicinò al trono che era al centro della stanza, mise la mano su quello che agli occhi di tutti poteva sembrare un pomello poggiamano e lo tirò verso di lei, ci fu un piccolo rimore sulla parete destra, come di una chiave che gira nella serratura seguito dallo scorrere della parete stessa. Il fumo presente in quella parte del corridoio entrà nella stanza, mentre i quattro veloci ne uscirono dal passaggio.
Si ritrovarono dinanzi all'Ufficio dell'Imperatore, con molto sollievo Ranian vide che la porta era aperta e esso era vuoto, voltò lo sguardo verso l'ultima stanza presente in quella parte del castello, mentre gli altri tre di gran passo si avviavano verso l'ala nord, osservava la porta, sembrava un otre di pelle quando si gonfia nel riempirsi

Presto! Correte!

disse al gruppo mentre li spingeva lontano da quel luogo, ci fu un altro scoppio seguito da qualcosa di pesante che cadeva a terra, Ranian si girò e vide la porta a pochi passi da loro, mentre la stanza che lei stava osservando sembrava un camino dove le fiamme si divertono a fare la loro danza sul legno

Andiamo!

ripresero la loro fuga, e mentre Stormhawk si occupava di Pippa, lei e Jospin controllavano che nelle stanze non vi fosse più nessuno, scesero con cautela le scale che portavano nell'atrio, per poi dirigersi verso le cucine, dove trovarono soldati e volontari che smuovevano i detriti dell'altra scala e tutti pronunciavano il nome "Luisa".

[ Imperial Palace in Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461 ]

The three women went inside the Hall of the imperial diet, lying opposite one Jospin stunned but whole.

Come on boy !

Ranian challenges

We go away from here if we don't want to do a bad end

Marshal approached a table where above there were several jugs of water, used by servants when the Regents shall require, she saw that they were still full, so she walked toward a tent still intact, pulled away from the hinges and made of strips, then dipped in jugs and went to her friends.

With these we protect some from smoking

Done this operation she came to the throne that was in the middle of the room, put his hand on what in the eyes of all might have seemed a palmrest knob and pulled him towards her, there was a little noise on the right wall, like a key turning in the lock followed by sliding of the wall itself. The smoke present in that part of the corridor came into the room, while the four emerged from them fast. They stood before the Office of the Emperor, with much relief Ranian saw that the door was open and it was empty, turned his gaze toward the last room exists in that part of the Castle, while the other three Grand step is initiated towards the North Wing, watched the door, looked like a bottle of skin that swelled.

Soon! Run!

the group said while pushing them away from that place, there was another outbreak followed by something heavy falling on the ground, Ranian turned and saw the door just steps from them, while the room that she was looking at seemed a fireplace where the flames have fun doing their dance on wood

Come on!

resumed their escape, and while Stormhawk dealt with Pippa, she and Jospin held that in there was no one, descended the stairs leading into the lobby and then head to the kitchens, where they found the soldiers and volunteers who took away the debris and all spoke the name "Luisa".
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Simoxix

Simone was awakened by the smoke and the noises at the Palace.
When he understood the problem, started breathing to calm his heart and ran downstair to organize the help for the people inside the Palace.
He collected the men of his staff and took several chest full of water to stop isolated little fires: the goal was to free the way of exits from the various rooms.
He saw Violante and Eriti and ordered to his people to help them to exit the Palace and be safe.
Then he screamed:

"Come on now, let's go to the first floor to help other possible survivors.
First priority to the Emperor and his family"
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Findecano

Inside the Palace it was a chaos. Many people were making their way towards the exit, to escape the heat and a certain death. Yet, he did the exact opposite. He had entered the palace, blinded for the consequences by a sense of duty. On his way he met people carrying books and papers, but also relics and everything that was too important to lose. He saw his cousin, Guy, and paused. Guy! Help your people and get them and yourself to safety! There was, however, not much time. Parts of the building were crumbling, giving way to the enormous heat.

As he progressed through the hallways, the smoke became thicker and he felt the heat grow. Small fires and burning rubble where everywhere and he heard the roar of collapses in the distance. It was clear that he could not get to the wing where the Emperor and his family was housed. He hoped that they had found a way out, but he knew that he would not be helpful if he remained idle. There were probably still people in the internal parts of the Palace. They could be trapped or injured, their fate sealed if there did not come someone looking for them. He could not leave the palace without saving them. What knight would do such a thing?

He continued and soon he reached the deserted corridors. He could not determine where he was. His eyes were burning because of the smoke, as was his throat. He coughed and tried to protect himself with his mantle in front of his mouth. He looked into very room he walked past. There were a lot of fires and it was clear that the floor above him was in a bad shape. The fire was spreading rapidly and pieces collapsed around him. His future was looking grim and his mind started to waver. Did he make a mistake by coming here? Was he a fool that he thought that he could rescue people inside a burning palace? Was he to die here as well?

He stopped at a corner, trying to catch his breath, but there was too much smoke. He thought for a moment to turn back, but he knew he could not do it. This was his ordeal. A challenge by God to test his mettle.

He walked around the corner and saw big pieces of the wooden ceiling laying on the ground, spread through the entire corridor. He had to climb over them or look for another corridor to search for people. Then he heard the hint of a voice coming from the rubble. There was someone here! He walked closer, looking at the wooden beams and planks. He saw a lady, laying on the ground, a wooden beam trapping her legs beneath it. Then he recognized her voice and face. It was the young Chancellor. Salome, can you hear me? Hold on, I will help you! He couldn't say more. He was exhausted and his throat hurt. But he felt a rush through his body, he had found someone and he needed all his strength to go on.

~Fairplay~
No worries, Salome and I agreed to play this way together.
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[~*~] Je vivroie liement, douce creature, se vous savies vraiement qu'en vous fust parfaitement ma cure [~*~]

Zeiss

[Français]

Le feu était semblable à un démon affamé, insatiable, une faim inextinguible lui étreignant son estomac brûlant. Le feu rongeait tout, dévorait sans distinction bois et chair.

Alors qu'il poursuivait son périple dans les couloirs, Zeiss ne trouvait plus personne. Et alors que la chaleur se faisait de plus en plus implacable et que sa manche d'uniforme peinait à protéger son visage, il se dit qu'il était temps de rebrousser chemin. Mais voilà, alors que ses pas le menaient vers les couloirs qu'il avait emprunté plus tôt, il put constater que les flammes avaient soigné leur travail destructeur. Il fallait qu'il se débrouille autrement, il fallait qu'il trouve une autre chemin, et ce sans connaître le palais. Il errait donc à la recherche d'une possible sortie, évitant le feu au possible mais plus il avançait, plus il se rendait à l'évidence: Les flammes l'avaient encerclé plus efficacement que n'aurait pu le faire une armée de mille hommes.

Le Commandeur avançait toujours, mais sans trop d'espoir de survie, pensant déjà à quelque trait qu'il pourrait lancer à la faucheuse qui viendrait le chercher. Puis il vit une porte, fermée. Il l'ouvrit et finit dans une chambre, encore épargnée par le brasier. Mais plus pour longtemps. Ses choix étaient restreints. Mourir par le feu ou sauter par la fenêtre et... advienne que pourra. Zeiss se précipita sur la fenêtre et l'ouvrit pour s'y pencher. Premier étage... Il pouvait clairement sauter et rester en vie, mais dans quel état? Le Commandeur baisse un peu plus la tête et... Un tas de foin! C'en était difficile à croire, c'était une chose qu'il croyait voir uniquement dans les histoires de héros que l'on racontait aux enfants.

Le tas de foin et l'incendie lui chauffant de plus en plus le dos eurent raison de ses hésitations, et Zeiss sauta. Et le voilà qu'il atterrit dans la paille accompagné d'un bruit sourd. Car oui, même si ça avait amortit la chute, c'était loin d'être suffisant pour retenir un homme tombant de cette hauteur.
Zeiss surgit du tas de paille, la mine mauvaise et grognant pléthore de jurons exprimant ses pensées sur cet amas de foin beaucoup trop fin à son goût ainsi que sur les douleurs lui parcourant désormais le corps.

Désormais, il fallait faire fi de sa chute et retrouver ses frères.

[English]

The fire was like an insatiable hungry demon , an unquenchable hunger hugging his burning stomach. The fire devoured everything indiscriminately devouring wood and flesh.

Then he continued his journey through the corridors, Zeiss could not find anyone. And while the heat was more relentless and his uniform sleeve struggled to protect his face, he said it was time to turn back. But now, while his walk led to the corridors he had followed earlier, he could see that the flames had kept their destructive work. He must be doing otherwise , he had to find another way , without knowing the palace. So he wandered in search of a possible exit , avoiding the fire as possible but the more he progressed, he went to the obvious: The flames had surrounded him more effectively than could have done a thousand army men.

The Commander continued to advance , but without much hope of survival, already thinking about some feature that could launch the mower that would get him. Then he saw a door closed. He opened it and ends up in a room, still untouched by the blaze. But not for long . His choices were limited. Die by fire or jump out the window and ... come what may. Zeiss rushed to the window and opened it to look . First floor ... He could clearly jump and stay alive , but in what condition? The Commander drops a little more head and ... A haystack ! It was hard to believe, it was something he thought he saw only in the hero stories that were told to children.

The hay and fire heating him more back overcame his hesitation, and Zeiss jumped . And now he landed in the straw along with a thud. Because yes , even if it had cushions the fall , it was not nearly enough to hold a man falling from that height .
Zeiss emerges from piles of straw , poor mine and growling plethora of expletives expressing his thoughts on this pile of hay too thin for his taste as well as the pain now browsing his body.

Now he had to ignore his fall and find his brothers.
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Eriti

Eriti started to push Violante to move, she seems nailed to the ground.
Please, please, please... - Eriti reapeted in her minds this word again, and again, and again. It was the only word she could think.
She was praying mentally. She was praying God to save all of them. She was praying that no part of the wall fall upon them. She was praying that Violante started to move. She was praying for many things all together.

Finally Violante seems start to move. She whispered something, but Eriti didn't heard, she only continue to push her forward.
At a certain point, Violante increase her steps and talked again, lauder this time.

Don't be worry.. She has your same blood, she is a strong woman, she will find a way to get out of there.
And when she will be out, she will look for you. This is why we need to go in a more safe and more visible place.

After some minutes, escaping from the detritus falling from the palace, they arrived to the fountain. And Eriti took a sigh of relief.
They were safe now, or almost she hoped so. She helped Violante to sit on a bench near the fountain, and the went to it do drink some water, looking around to found something to use to bring some water to Violante too.

The palace countinued to burn. The noises were deafening and creepy. It was like the entire building were lamenting and screaming its lasts breaths of life.

She approached to the fountain and leaned over the water. Her reflection showed a different woman from the one she used to know. She was dirty, the face, the dress, everything. Her hair was burned. She used to tie them, but she had untied them like every evening before sleep. And the run among the flames, had ruined them. She would have to cut them, but it will be a small price for her life. They will be regrown, stronger.
She quickly washed her face in the water, and then drunk. Fresh water it was a blessing for her troat.

She come back to Violante and set near her.

I know, it's a stupid question but... do you have something useful to bring you some water?
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Se la gente ti critica lo fa per due motivi: o non sa come impiegare il tempo o vorrebbe essere dannatamente come te.

Lestat, incarné par Lorenz.von.frayner

Écris par Jd Lestat, posté avec son accord.
Written by Jd Lestat, posted with permission.

Français :

J’allais descendre l’escalier en trombe, suivant les instructions de Louis et serrant la main de Liz C’est en passant devant la porte du prince que l’idée de jeter un œil par preccotion me prit..

Votre grâsce, ne bougez pas, votre fils..j’vais le reveiller

Le blond ronflait comme un bien heureux. Il dormait,insouciant, une odeur de distillerie qui flottait dans l’air..La soirée avait été bien arrosée, nul doute.

Altesse ! Le feu ! Réveillez- vous ?

A croire que lejeune était devenu sourd.
Je tirais sur les draps, dénudant ainsi le dormeur. Mince, il dormait sans rien !

Alt..P’tain Lorenz bouges-toi !Ca crame !

Le temps était compté et j’en oubliais les formes,il y avait d’autres chats à fouetter.
Une claque tonitruante vint s’abattre sur les fesses du prince.

T’vas bouger ton impérial fion et plus vite qu’ça ! Faut r’trouver ta sœur et ton frère !

Je pris au hasart de la penderie, la première chemise que je trouvais et l’aidais àl’enfiler tant bien que mal.

Sans attendre son avis, je le pris fermement par le bras et l’entraînais à ma suite, le soutenant à moitié. Faut dire que le jeune futur empereur n’avait pas le pas très assuré, ce matin-là.

Lorenz, fais un effort, quoi ! On va finir rôtis !

La fumée commenceait à envahir la pièce et je fus pris d’une quinte de toux.
Je le poussais en avant, attrapant l’impératrice par la taille.

En avant ! Il faut sortir d’ici !

J’enlevais mon foulard, le mettant contre la bouche de Liz.

English :

I went down the stairs with a bang, following the instructions of Louis and shaking hands with Liz It is through the front door of the prince that the idea to take a look by preccotion took me ..

"Your grâsce, do not move, your son .. I'm gonna wake up"

The blond was snoring like a happy well. He slept, carefree, smell distillery in the air .. The evening was well watered, no doubt.

"Highness! Fire! Wake up?"

To believe that lejeune became deaf.
I pulled on the sheets, and stripping the sleeper. Slim, he slept without!

"Alt .. Excrement Lorenz dives up! Crame It!"

Time was running out and I forgot forms, there were other fish to fry.
A loud slap alighted on the buttocks Prince.

"You move your ass and faster ! Found be your sister and your brother!"

I caught Hasart of the closet, the first shirt I found and helped put somehow.
Without waiting for his advice, I took it firmly by the arm and entraînais after me, supporting the half. Must say that the young future emperor was not not very sure, that morning

"Lorenz, make an effort, what! We will finish roasts!"

Smoke began to invade the corridors and I was seized with a fit of coughing.
I pushed forward, grabbing the Empress by size

"Forward! We must get out of here!"

I took off my scarf, putting it against the mouth of Liz

Petra

Petra hatte inzwischen die Etage erreicht in der die Kaiserlichen Hoheiten ihre Schlafgemächer hatten, sie hörte ein Geräusch und öffnete die Tür seine Majestät Liz_von_frayner stand in Ihrem Nachtgewand am Bett nur einen Morgenrock darüber. Schnell sah Petra sich um und nahm die Waschschüssel übergoss sich damit und nahm dann ihren nassen Umhang legte diesen um Liz und führte sie zur Tür. "Kommt euer Majestät wir müssen hier raus, jetzt sofort!" sie duldete keinen Wiederspruch und legte einen Arm um Ihre, der Flur war voller Rauch und die Hitze nahm zu.
Petra steuerte den Flur hinunter und führte die Frau des Kaisers zu einer Hintertreppe, sie zog diese hinunter zur zweiten Ebene die schon in Flammen stand, diesen ausweichend rannten sie weiter in den Hinteren Teil und dort hörte sie ein poltern von etwas das zusammen gebrochen war. Petra versuche sich zu orientieren war sie selber bisher noch nie hiergewesen doch da schien Liz aus ihrer Erstarrung zu erwachen: "Luisa? wo ist sie?" Petra sah sie an "Sie wird schon unten sein wir müssen uns beeilen schnell raus hier!" Petra versuchte sich verständlich zu machen und Liz nickte und sie rannten zur nächsten Treppe die sie hinabrannten ein gefährliches knacken über Ihnen ließ Petra hinauf sehen der Balken brach und sie rannten noch schneller Hustend und die Augen tränen vom Rauch, der brennende Balken landete hinter ihnen auf der Treppe, noch eine Treppe und sie waren unten....

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Petra had reached, in the meantime, the floor in the imperial Highnesss her bedchambers had, she heard a noise and opened the door his Majesty Liz_von_frayner stood in your night garment in the bed only one dressing-gown about that. Quick Petra looked around and took the washing bowl poured over itself with it and then took her wet cape laid this around Liz and led them to the door. "If comes out your majesty we have to go here, now immediately!" she tolerated no contradiction and laid an arm around theirs, the hall was a full smoke and the heat increased.
Petra steered hall down and led the woman of the emperor to backstairs, she pulled this down to the second level them was aflame already, evasively they ran this further in the rear part and there she heard one rumble from a little bit this had broken down. Petra tries to orient itself up to now she herself never was hiergewesen, nevertheless, there Liz seemed to awake from her solidification: "Luisa? where is she?" Petra saw them "in you will be already below we must hurry up fast out here!" Petra tried to make herself understood and Liz nodded and they they ran to the next stair hinabrannten a dangerous one crack about you Petra allowed to see up the beam broke and they ran Even faster coughing and the eyes water from the smoke, the burning beam landed behind them on the stair, one more stair and they were below...
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Sarah_elisabeth

Les cuisines, le but de la course de Sarah. Les couloirs étaient envahis de fumée et Sarah toussait, déchirant un bout de ses jupons pour se le nouer autour du visage. Elle devait se dépêcher, le palais devenait un peu plus chaque minute un chateau de cartes branlant. Plusieurs chemins finissaient en cul de sac : flammes dévorant les tapisseries, poutres effondrées, meubles en feu... Sarah devait revenir en arrière plus d'une fois et quand elle parvint enfin aux portes de la cuisine son visage se figea. Pas de Luisa mais Louis et l'empereur étaient là.

La pièce prenait déjà feu en plusieurs endroits. Sarah poussa un grondement de frustration, elle ne pouvait rentrer avec ses jupons, elle prendrait feu comme une torche. Les deux hommes cherchaient Luisa, mais nulle trace. A la porte de la cuisine, Sarah réfléchit un moment et soudain, prit le seul choix se présentant à elle. Au diable la bienséance, des vies étaient en danger. Les jupons tombèrent en corrole au sol et la jeune femme en braies de coton blanc pénétra dans la salle pour aider à la recherche de la princesse aidant Louis à dégager les ustensiles en bataille dans la cuisine entre les poutres que retirait Louis.

Luisa??? Où est tu? Réponds nous? Louis, votre Majesté, êtes vous surs que la princesse est toujours ici?

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Kitchens, the purpose of the race of Sarah. The corridors were crowded with smoke and Sarah coughed, tearing a piece of her petticoats to tie it around the face. She had to hurry, the palace became a little more each minute a house of cards shaky. Several roads dead-ended: flames devouring tapestries, beams collapsed, furniture on fire ... Sarah had to go back more than once, and when she finally reached the door of the kitchen his face froze. No Luisa but Louis and the emperor were there.

The room already caught fire in several places. Sarah let out a roar of frustration, she could not go with her petticoats, she would fire like a torch. Both men sought Luisa, but no trace. At the door of the kitchen, Sarah thought for a moment and suddenly took the only choice with her. To hell with propriety, lives were in danger. Petticoats fell in corrole on the ground and the young woman in white cotton trousers entered the room to help the search for the princess, helping Louis to clear the utensils in the kitchen battle between the beams that withdrawing Louis.

Luisa?? Where are you? Hear us? Louis, your Majesty? Are you sure that the Princess is still here?
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Luisa.von.frayner

[Before the fire]

Night isn’t made to sleep when you a are a thirteen years old young lady, especially when you a are a thirteen years old young lady in love. At least, not in her head. So, we stay awake, thinking og him, smilign at him, we write and we draw : but we would not give it to him, and finaly, too in the hurry to talk about our first feelings and first experiences, we talk to ourserl. Of course, talkin all alone is stupide because walls have ears, especialy in an imperial palace, that’s why, Luisa was writing. Some would say a diary, but for her it was a Rosifiage.
It was months since she wrote for the last time, months that she had nothing to tell. The silence of her nib and her thirteen’s birthday gave Luisa an opportunity, the one to start Luisa Von Frayner’s Fourth Rosifiage.
She fall in love – again, but this time, it was different, she would be soon an adult, would be married sonner and this love she was hoping it for her wedding. Of course, things won’t ger easy, of course she was in love with the wrong one, but lots of signs gave her hope. She was in love with him, she heard at every corne he was in love with her, eveything was so perfect. Just a little problem of hierarchy and the wedding could be on his way. No… ?

The future husband had to be warned, and it was because of that that the princess was this night, the eyes opened, lying on her belly, lighted by a candle, nib on the hand, the Rosifiage number four still blank on a cushion and the number three on her side, for the inspiration, for passing the torch.

Citation:

Dear Recueil d’Officieux Secrets Interdits à la Famille, aux Inconnus et aux Amis, Grands ou Enfants (ROSIFIAGE),

This is my fourth book.

I can write it proudly, me too, now, I kissed a boy ! I have to write it to Elendra, but first, I write it in my Rosifiage. She will be so jealous, becauase me, event if I’ve done it after her, I kissed the boy I will mary ! Well, if we find a way to ennoble him, but it seems that his grand-father is a prince, and he could become one too. And anyway, in case, my cousin could ennoble him since he abandon him everywhere (he’s working for him).

Oh, him, it’s Nicolas of course ! Nicolas Track, Louis’s son, the captain of the imperial escort. He’s very beautiful, very strong, he always defends myself or my family, and he even said I was perfect. He speaks occitan, too, and better than me. Oh ! This is so beautiful when he talks to me in occitan ! I know he will become a great man, he always acts so honourably that it could’nt be !

At the beginning, I think he was already in love with me, but I wasn’t because… Whatever ! Now, I’m sure I am, and I thought not him, but finaly Cassandre – I hate her – said he was in love with me, and that it was so obvious. So… I told myself… I should told him !

So, last day, he said a stupid girl was proposing to him and he said no, but he was pretending beeing in love with her, I guess… Anyway, I told him « I would like to marry you aswell » and he became very red, and thi is the story. And I asked him if he would say no, if we could, and he said no, he wouldn’t say no. That’s mean he would say yes ! After he came to me, close, close, close, too close, so close I couldn’t see anything, and I felt something on my mouth, it was his ! In real ! I just realized he kissed me that he was running away. I think I liked it.

Holala, Nicolas, qué t'aimi*.

And the love couldn’t fight more with the sleep, the head beside the Rosifiage, on a little part of the cushion, the eyes closed, slowly, for, unfortunately, a very short time.

*I love you

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[Avant l'incendie]

La nuit n'est pas faite pour dormir lorsqu'on est une demoiselle de treize ans, encore moins lorsqu'on est une demoiselle de treize ans amoureuse. Ou du moins, pas dans sa tête. Alors on veille, on l'imagine, on sourit, on écrit puis on trace : on ne lui donnera pas, et finalement, trop empressée de parler de nos sentiments et de nos premières expériences, on s'en remet à nous-même. Bien sûr, parler tout seul est stupide puisque les murs ont des oreilles, surtout dans un palais impérial, alors Luisa, elle, écrivait. Certains diraient journal intime, pour elle c'était un Rosifiage.
Voilà des mois qu'elle n'avait plus rien écrit, mais des mois aussi qu'elle n'avait plus rien eu à raconter. Le silence de la plume ainsi que la barre de ses treize années offrait à Luisa une opportunité, celle d'inaugurer le Quatrième Rosifiage de Luisa von Frayner.
Elle était tombée - encore - amoureuse, mais cette fois-ci, c'était autre chose, elle deviendrait bientôt adulte, se marierait plus tôt encore, et cet amour-là elle l'espérait pour le mariage. Bon, forcément que ça ne serait pas chose facile, forcément qu'elle tombait amoureuse du mauvais, mais tout l'aidait à croire qu'il y avait tout de même un espoir. Elle était amoureuse de lui, elle entendait dire à tous les coins de rues qu'il était amoureux d'elle, c'était parfait. Plus qu'un léger problème de hiérarchie et le mariage était bouclé. Non...?

Encore avait-il fallu mettre le principal intéressé au courant, et c'était bien à cause de ça que la princesse était, cette nuit-là, les laissant resplendir de leurs teintures différentes, les yeux grands ouverts, le corps allongé sur le ventre, la bougie allumée, la plume en main, le Rosifiage n.4, vierge, sur le coussin et le Rosifiage précédent, à ses côtés, question d'inspiration et de passation de flambeau.

Citation:

Cher Recueil d’Officieux Secrets Interdits à la Famille, aux Inconnus et aux Amis, Grands ou Enfants (ROSIFIAGE),

Ceci est mon quatrième volume.

Je peux l'écrire fièrement, moi aussi, maintenant, j'ai embrassé un garçon! Il faudra vite que j'écrive à Elendra pour lui dire, mais d'abord, je rosifie. Elle sera bien jalouse, parce que moi, même si je l'ai fait après elle, j'ai embrassé le garçon avec qui je vais me marier! En tout cas, si on trouve un moyen pour qu'il devienne noble, il paraît que son grand-père est prince, et qu'il pourrait le devenir. Et puis mince, si jamais, mon cousin peut bien l'anoblir puisqu'il n'arrête pas de l'abandonner partout (il travaille pour lui).

Oh, lui, c'est Nicolas bien sûr! Nicolas Track, le fils de Louis, le capitaine de l'escorte. Il est très beau, très fort, il me défend toujours, moi ou ma famille, et il a même dit que j'étais parfaite. Il parle occitan, aussi, mieux que moi. Oh ! C'est si beau quand il me parle occitan ! Je sais qu'il va devenir un grand homme, son comportement est toujours trop honorable pour qu'il en soit autrement !

Au début, je pense qu'il était déjà amoureux de moi mais moi pas puisque...Enfin bon! Maintenant en tout cas, c'est sûr que je le suis, et je pensais que lui non, et puis en fait Cassandre – même si je la déteste – a dit qu'il était amoureux de moi, que c'était plus qu'évident. Alors bon...Je me suis dit...Il faudrait que je lui dise!

Alors l'autre jour, il a dit qu'une stupide fille l'a demandé en mariage et qu'il a refusé, mais il fait quand même semblant d'être amoureux d'elle, je crois...En tout cas, là, je lui ai dit « Moi aussi j'aimerais me marier avec toi. », et il est devenu très rouge, et voilà. Et j'ai demandé si il dirait non aussi, si on pouvait, et il a dit que non, il ne dirait pas non. Enfin, qu'il dirait oui! Après, il est venu vers moi, proche, proche, proche, bien trop proche, et je voyais plus rien tant il était proche, et j'ai senti quelque chose sur ma bouche, et c'était la sienne! Pour vrai! J'ai à peine eu le temps de comprendre qu'il m'embrassait qu'il était déjà parti en courant. Je pense que j'ai trouvé ça chouette.

Holala, Nicolas, qué t'aimi*.

Et l'amour de ne plus lutter contre le sommeil, la tête de glisser à côté du rosifiage, sur un reste de coussin, les yeux de se fermer lentement pour, malheureusement, seulement peu de temps.

*je t'aime (vous aviez pas deviné, hein ?)
Traduction en anglais de JD Gabrielle_montbray, merciiii
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Zeiss

[Français]

Le feu était semblable à un démon affamé, insatiable, une faim inextinguible lui étreignant son estomac brûlant. Le feu rongeait tout, dévorait sans distinction bois et chair.

Alors qu'il poursuivait son périple dans les couloirs, Zeiss ne trouvait plus personne. Et alors que la chaleur se faisait de plus en plus implacable et que sa manche d'uniforme peinait à protéger son visage, il se dit qu'il était temps de rebrousser chemin. Mais voilà, alors que ses pas le menaient vers les couloirs qu'il avait emprunté plus tôt, il put constater que les flammes avaient soigné leur travail destructeur. Il fallait qu'il se débrouille autrement, il fallait qu'il trouve une autre chemin, et ce sans connaître le palais. Il errait donc à la recherche d'une possible sortie, évitant le feu au possible mais plus il avançait, plus il se rendait à l'évidence: Les flammes l'avaient encerclé plus efficacement que n'aurait pu le faire une armée de mille hommes.

Le Commandeur avançait toujours, mais sans trop d'espoir de survie, pensant déjà à quelque trait qu'il pourrait lancer à la faucheuse qui viendrait le chercher. Puis il vit une porte, fermée. Il l'ouvrit et finit dans une chambre, encore épargnée par le brasier. Mais plus pour longtemps. Ses choix étaient restreints. Mourir par le feu ou sauter par la fenêtre et... advienne que pourra. Zeiss se précipita sur la fenêtre et l'ouvrit pour s'y pencher. Premier étage... Il pouvait clairement sauter et rester en vie, mais dans quel état? Le Commandeur baisse un peu plus la tête et... Un tas de foin! C'en était difficile à croire, c'était une chose qu'il croyait voir uniquement dans les histoires de héros que l'on racontait aux enfants.

Le tas de foin et l'incendie lui chauffant de plus en plus le dos eurent raison de ses hésitations, et Zeiss sauta. Et le voilà qu'il atterrit dans la paille accompagné d'un bruit sourd. Car oui, même si ça avait amortit la chute, c'était loin d'être suffisant pour retenir un homme tombant de cette hauteur.
Zeiss surgit du tas de paille, la mine mauvaise et grognant pléthore de jurons exprimant ses pensées sur cet amas de foin beaucoup trop fin à son goût ainsi que sur les douleurs lui parcourant désormais le corps.

Désormais, il fallait faire fi de sa chute et retrouver ses frères.

[English]

The fire was like an insatiable hungry demon , an unquenchable hunger hugging his burning stomach. The fire devoured everything indiscriminately devouring wood and flesh.

Then he continued his journey through the corridors, Zeiss could not find anyone. And while the heat was more relentless and his uniform sleeve struggled to protect his face, he said it was time to turn back. But now, while his walk led to the corridors he had followed earlier, he could see that the flames had kept their destructive work. He must be doing otherwise , he had to find another way , without knowing the palace. So he wandered in search of a possible exit , avoiding the fire as possible but the more he progressed, he went to the obvious: The flames had surrounded him more effectively than could have done a thousand army men.

The Commander continued to advance , but without much hope of survival, already thinking about some feature that could launch the mower that would get him. Then he saw a door closed. He opened it and ends up in a room, still untouched by the blaze. But not for long . His choices were limited. Die by fire or jump out the window and ... come what may. Zeiss rushed to the window and opened it to look . First floor ... He could clearly jump and stay alive , but in what condition? The Commander drops a little more head and ... A haystack ! It was hard to believe, it was something he thought he saw only in the hero stories that were told to children.

The hay and fire heating him more back overcame his hesitation, and Zeiss jumped . And now he landed in the straw along with a thud. Because yes , even if it had cushions the fall , it was not nearly enough to hold a man falling from that height .
Zeiss emerges from piles of straw , poor mine and growling plethora of expletives expressing his thoughts on this pile of hay too thin for his taste as well as the pain now browsing his body.

Now he had to ignore his fall and find his brothers.
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Eriti

Eriti started to push Violante to move, she seems nailed to the ground.
Please, please, please... - Eriti reapeted in her minds this word again, and again, and again. It was the only word she could think.
She was praying mentally. She was praying God to save all of them. She was praying that no part of the wall fall upon them. She was praying that Violante started to move. She was praying for many things all together.

Finally Violante seems start to move. She whispered something, but Eriti didn't heard, she only continue to push her forward.
At a certain point, Violante increase her steps and talked again, lauder this time.

Don't be worry.. She has your same blood, she is a strong woman, she will find a way to get out of there.
And when she will be out, she will look for you. This is why we need to go in a more safe and more visible place.

After some minutes, escaping from the detritus falling from the palace, they arrived to the fountain. And Eriti took a sigh of relief.
They were safe now, or almost she hoped so. She helped Violante to sit on a bench near the fountain, and the went to it do drink some water, looking around to found something to use to bring some water to Violante too.

The palace countinued to burn. The noises were deafening and creepy. It was like the entire building were lamenting and screaming its lasts breaths of life.

She approached to the fountain and leaned over the water. Her reflection showed a different woman from the one she used to know. She was dirty, the face, the dress, everything. Her hair was burned. She used to tie them, but she had untied them like every evening before sleep. And the run among the flames, had ruined them. She would have to cut them, but it will be a small price for her life. They will be regrown, stronger.
She quickly washed her face in the water, and then drunk. Fresh water it was a blessing for her troat.

She come back to Violante and set near her.

I know, it's a stupid question but... do you have something useful to bring you some water?
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Se la gente ti critica lo fa per due motivi: o non sa come impiegare il tempo o vorrebbe essere dannatamente come te.

Simoxix

Simone was awakened by the smoke and the noises at the Palace.
When he understood the problem, started breathing to calm his heart and ran downstair to organize the help for the people inside the Palace.
He collected the men of his staff and took several chest full of water to stop isolated little fires: the goal was to free the way of exits from the various rooms.
He saw Violante and Eriti and ordered to his people to help them to exit the Palace and be safe.
Then he screamed:

"Come on now, let's go to the first floor to help other possible survivors.
First priority to the Emperor and his family"
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Findecano

Inside the Palace it was a chaos. Many people were making their way towards the exit, to escape the heat and a certain death. Yet, he did the exact opposite. He had entered the palace, blinded for the consequences by a sense of duty. On his way he met people carrying books and papers, but also relics and everything that was too important to lose. He saw his cousin, Guy, and paused. Guy! Help your people and get them and yourself to safety! There was, however, not much time. Parts of the building were crumbling, giving way to the enormous heat.

As he progressed through the hallways, the smoke became thicker and he felt the heat grow. Small fires and burning rubble where everywhere and he heard the roar of collapses in the distance. It was clear that he could not get to the wing where the Emperor and his family was housed. He hoped that they had found a way out, but he knew that he would not be helpful if he remained idle. There were probably still people in the internal parts of the Palace. They could be trapped or injured, their fate sealed if there did not come someone looking for them. He could not leave the palace without saving them. What knight would do such a thing?

He continued and soon he reached the deserted corridors. He could not determine where he was. His eyes were burning because of the smoke, as was his throat. He coughed and tried to protect himself with his mantle in front of his mouth. He looked into very room he walked past. There were a lot of fires and it was clear that the floor above him was in a bad shape. The fire was spreading rapidly and pieces collapsed around him. His future was looking grim and his mind started to waver. Did he make a mistake by coming here? Was he a fool that he thought that he could rescue people inside a burning palace? Was he to die here as well?

He stopped at a corner, trying to catch his breath, but there was too much smoke. He thought for a moment to turn back, but he knew he could not do it. This was his ordeal. A challenge by God to test his mettle.

He walked around the corner and saw big pieces of the wooden ceiling laying on the ground, spread through the entire corridor. He had to climb over them or look for another corridor to search for people. Then he heard the hint of a voice coming from the rubble. There was someone here! He walked closer, looking at the wooden beams and planks. He saw a lady, laying on the ground, a wooden beam trapping her legs beneath it. Then he recognized her voice and face. It was the young Chancellor. Salome, can you hear me? Hold on, I will help you! He couldn't say more. He was exhausted and his throat hurt. But he felt a rush through his body, he had found someone and he needed all his strength to go on.

~Fairplay~
No worries, Salome and I agreed to play this way together.
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[~*~] Je vivroie liement, douce creature, se vous savies vraiement qu'en vous fust parfaitement ma cure [~*~]

Ranian

[Palazzo Imperiale di Strasburgo - Notte del 30 settembre al 1 Ottobre, 1461]

Le tre donne si diressero all'interno della sala della dieta imperiale, trovandosi difronte uno Jospin stordito ma tutto intero

Forza ragazzo!

incalzò Ranian

andiamo via di qua se non vogliamo fare una brutta fine

Il Maresciallo si avvicinò ad un tavolo dove sopra vi erano varie brocche d'acqua, utilizzate dai servi quando i Reggenti ne richiedevano, vide che erano ancora piene, così si avviò verso una tenda ancora intatta, la staccò dalla finestra rotta e ne fece delle strisce, poi le immerse nelle brocche e le passò ai suoi amici.

Con queste ci proteggiamo un pò dal fumo

fatta questa operazione si avvicinò al trono che era al centro della stanza, mise la mano su quello che agli occhi di tutti poteva sembrare un pomello poggiamano e lo tirò verso di lei, ci fu un piccolo rimore sulla parete destra, come di una chiave che gira nella serratura seguito dallo scorrere della parete stessa. Il fumo presente in quella parte del corridoio entrà nella stanza, mentre i quattro veloci ne uscirono dal passaggio.
Si ritrovarono dinanzi all'Ufficio dell'Imperatore, con molto sollievo Ranian vide che la porta era aperta e esso era vuoto, voltò lo sguardo verso l'ultima stanza presente in quella parte del castello, mentre gli altri tre di gran passo si avviavano verso l'ala nord, osservava la porta, sembrava un otre di pelle quando si gonfia nel riempirsi

Presto! Correte!

disse al gruppo mentre li spingeva lontano da quel luogo, ci fu un altro scoppio seguito da qualcosa di pesante che cadeva a terra, Ranian si girò e vide la porta a pochi passi da loro, mentre la stanza che lei stava osservando sembrava un camino dove le fiamme si divertono a fare la loro danza sul legno

Andiamo!

ripresero la loro fuga, e mentre Stormhawk si occupava di Pippa, lei e Jospin controllavano che nelle stanze non vi fosse più nessuno, scesero con cautela le scale che portavano nell'atrio, per poi dirigersi verso le cucine, dove trovarono soldati e volontari che smuovevano i detriti dell'altra scala e tutti pronunciavano il nome "Luisa".

[ Imperial Palace in Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461 ]

The three women went inside the Hall of the imperial diet, lying opposite one Jospin stunned but whole.

Come on boy !

Ranian challenges

We go away from here if we don't want to do a bad end

Marshal approached a table where above there were several jugs of water, used by servants when the Regents shall require, she saw that they were still full, so she walked toward a tent still intact, pulled away from the hinges and made of strips, then dipped in jugs and went to her friends.

With these we protect some from smoking

Done this operation she came to the throne that was in the middle of the room, put his hand on what in the eyes of all might have seemed a palmrest knob and pulled him towards her, there was a little noise on the right wall, like a key turning in the lock followed by sliding of the wall itself. The smoke present in that part of the corridor came into the room, while the four emerged from them fast. They stood before the Office of the Emperor, with much relief Ranian saw that the door was open and it was empty, turned his gaze toward the last room exists in that part of the Castle, while the other three Grand step is initiated towards the North Wing, watched the door, looked like a bottle of skin that swelled.

Soon! Run!

the group said while pushing them away from that place, there was another outbreak followed by something heavy falling on the ground, Ranian turned and saw the door just steps from them, while the room that she was looking at seemed a fireplace where the flames have fun doing their dance on wood

Come on!

resumed their escape, and while Stormhawk dealt with Pippa, she and Jospin held that in there was no one, descended the stairs leading into the lobby and then head to the kitchens, where they found the soldiers and volunteers who took away the debris and all spoke the name "Luisa".
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Salome_

She did not know how long she tried to find a way out, the smoke got thick and she was not really able to see where she was walking really.
It was good that the knew the palace by heart so there was no need for her to really see something.
Her mind was running fast, she was thinking of the others and finally she was aware that there were a lot of documents, more or less in danger for the flames.

Turning around she only focused on such documents.
Running almost ignoring the fact, that she was not really able to breathe anymore she opens again the door of her office, grabbed documents she could find, opened the sidebord in which all really important documents were places. As quickly as possible she tried to get all of them, turning back and through the door of her office again.

The wood of the bars was aching, at least it sounded like that. The flames crackled and what usually fascinates the Imperial Duchess, the dance of the flames, becomes now something that is dangerous for all she has been working for. Takeing the scrolls closer into her arms she tries to find her way, out. Suddenly a part of the ceiling crushes down, burrying the darkblond underneath it. Her heart was beating her mind running now even faster, afraid of the situation, being not able to get out. She started already to pray to the Almighty. As she heard a voice nearby. "Salome, can you hear me? Hold on, I will help you!" it was the voice of Findencano the imperial ambassador for England, and General of the AI, her eyes were starring at him, thankful that someone was around in this very moment, ready to help her.
"I am here.... please be careful..." still she pressed the scrolles against her breast, not thinking to let them go.
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Findecano

Findecano looked from side to side. The Chancellor was trapped, but how could he rescue her from her position? The beam had to be lifted from her, so she could get up. He tried to lift it himself, but he was unable to move it. The wooden bar was stuck somewhere else in the rubble and he started to push away pieces of it. Hopefully now it was possible to raise the Chancellor's imprisoning piece of wood from her.
He took a plank and shoved it beneath the beam. He felt wooden splinters drive into the flesh of his hands while he was applying pressure on the wood, but the beam started to move upwards and it seemed to him that the young duchess was now free. His hands were hurting and the beam was heavy, he did not know how long he could lift it up...
"Hurry!" was all he grunted.
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[~*~] Je vivroie liement, douce creature, se vous savies vraiement qu'en vous fust parfaitement ma cure [~*~]

Katamazai

Era testardo e lo sapeva e sapeva anche che non era un bene questo suo essere testardo perchè qualche volta gli avrebbe procurato grossi problemi.
Ma questa volta c'era poco da pensare le fiamme divoravano il palazzo e molti mancavano all'appello per cui senza pensare un attimo entrò nell'ala Est e si diresse verso le cucine dove torvò un amara sorpresa, le scale che portavano dall'ala nord erano crollate e la via di fuga ostruita , ma doveva raggiungere in tutti i modi l'ala ovest per cercare i suoi compagni, Ranian, Jospin e chi altro ancora fosse intrappolato.
Nel rumore dell'incendio sentiva la voce dell'Imperatore chiamare con tutta la sua forza la figlia e la voglia di seguirlo lo colpì nella mente, ma poi pensò che sicuramente la sua scorta privata gli sarebbe rimasta vicina per cui prese dalla cucina due secchi pieni d'acqua e alcuni stracci di cotone e aprì il passaggio segreto che portava dalle cucine alla sala della Dieta Imperiale per andare a cercare chi ancora fosse rimasto intrappolato.
Aperto il passaggio segreto fu avvolto da una nuvola di fumo che per sua fortuna una volta aperto il passaggio inizio ad uscire liberando un po il passaggio segreto permettendogli di entrare.

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English version

He was stubborn and he knew it and he knew that was not good his being stubborn because sometimes he would bring big problems.
But this time there was little to think the flames devoured the palace and many were missing so without thinking for a moment he entered in the East Wing and headed toward the kitchen where a grim bitter surprise, the stairs leading from the wing north had collapsed and the escape route blocked, but had to reach all the way west wing to look for his companions, Ranian, Jospin and who else was trapped.
In the noise of the fire could hear the voice of the Emperor with all his might call his daughter and the desire to follow him struck him in mind, but then he thought that surely his private stash would have remained close to the kitchen which took two buckets full of water and some cotton rags and opened the secret passage that led from the kitchen to the hall of the Imperial Diet to go looking for those who were still trapped.
Open the secret passage was enveloped in a cloud of smoke that luckily for him, once you open the passage beginning to come out a little freeing the secret passage allowing him to enter.
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Salome_

Unable to anything herself she watched what Fin did, still she was afraid, it was dangerous and the flames seem to get closer and closer.
He managed it with a lot of efforts to pull up the bar underneath Salome was burried. She made it out still pulling the scrolls close to her heart, as if they were her baby or something that she wants to protect.
Getting up and taking a breath all began to swirl around her. The colors of red and yellow vanished and all turned to black around the Imperial chancellor when she fainted.
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Evrard

Il ne restait bientôt plus personne dans l'enceinte quand il décida de repartir. La chaleur devenu insoutenable pour ses poumons et sa peau gagner en intensité. Quelque mettre le sépare encore de la porte mais une voix le fait revenir en arrière, un son presque imperceptible qu'il connait sans savoir dire qui cela peut être. Au détour d'un mur il se cogne avec deux personnes qui cherche la sortie et qui semble ne plus pouvoir avancer.

Enzo? Anya?

Si Evrard les à bien reconnue eux vont ils le reconnaître. La jeune femme est tenu fermement par le Comte qui n'y voit plus rien. Depuis son entré dans l'Ordre le Chevalier à put se faire quelque muscle et il attrape Anya afin qu'Enzo puisse marcher plus librement.

Ca va aller votre Grandeur?

Il ne lui laisse pas vraiment le temps de parler car il l'entraine dans le couloir après avoir fait demi tour. La sortie n'étant plus trop loin l'avare n'aurait pas trop de mal à suivre surtout qu'avec son armure, Evrard commençait à marcher moins bien.
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Evrard de Melchir, marié à Myosoti!

Enzo

[ Quelque part, dans des appartements ]

Strasbourg. Il n’aurait pas dû y être, normalement, mais un rapport à amener à l’Empereur, concernant Genève l’avait fait bouger au Palais Impérial. Ayant toute confiance en sa femme et son bras droit pour exécuter les tâches durant son absence, il était parti seulement accompagné de quelques gardes et d’Anya, officiellement écuyère du Comte, mais qui, en vérité était bien plus que cela. Des appartements lui avaient été attribués pour la durée de sa présence au Palais, qui serait de toute manière de courte durée, étant donné ses impératifs à Genève. Il avait toutefois promis une visite de Strasbourg à la blonde contre laquelle il dormait, actuellement, tête confortablement calée contre ses seins. C’est donc pour cette raison, que le jeune homme n’avait pas cherché à repartir au plus vite du Palais pour rejoindre Genève sur le champ. Et assoupi, le jeune homme ne se doutait pas encore du drame qui allait se produire jusqu’à ce que les cloches se mettent bruyamment à sonner et créer la panique dans le palais. Sursautant presque, le Montbray-Sempère sauta du lit, attrapant ses braies qu’il enfila de suite avant de se rendre à la porte qu’il ouvrit, pour comprendre ce qui se passait.

- « Merdà ! »

C’est une vague de fumée qui l’accueillit, et un garde qui hurla quelque chose dans une langue qu’il ne comprenait pas. Toussant, Enzo se précipita vers la couche, attrapant sa chemise puis sa besace ainsi que son épée.

- « Anya ! Rhabille-toi et vite ! Le Palais est en flammes, nous devons sortir d’ici et vite ! »

Il enfila sa chemise et sortit de la pièce pour se retrouver dans le couloir, tentant d’y voir mieux concernant la situation. Il ne connaissait personne au Palais, et Enzo n’avait aucune idée de comment rejoindre seul la sortie. Et surtout, quels étaient les endroits ravagés par les flammes. Attachant son épée à la hanche, le jeune homme se tourna vers l’entrée des appartements qu’il venait de quitter et attrapa la main d’Anya. L’Empereur allait-il bien ? Était-il déjà évacué ? Enzo n’en savait rien, mais lui… Il devait trouver un moyen de sortir d’ici vivant. Et éviter de regarder les corps laissés derrière. Le feu, il avait connu dans cette cathédrale, à Montpellier. Feu qui lui avait laissé le triste souvenir d’une femme et son enfant décédé, ainsi qu’une marque à l’épaule. Feu dans lequel il se souvenait avoir sauvé le jeune et téméraire Kaelig. Il serra la main de la blonde.

- « Nous devons évacuer, Anya. Tout ira bien, ne panique pas… Je vais nous sortir d’ici. »

Il n’en savait rien, mais la panique n’arrangerait pas leurs affaires. Il entraina donc la jeune blonde dans un couloir, n’ayant aucune idée d'où ce dernier menait.

- « Surtout, avance. Toujours. Et mets ta main devant ta bouche… La fumée. Viens ! »

Et dans la tête d’Enzo un « Putain où est la sortie… » est hurlé, tandis que la main se crispe plus fort dans celle d’Anya. Une pensée pour Gabrielle qui est à Genève. Son épouse légitime. Celle qui devrait être là, à la place de la blonde. Définitivement...Du mouvement !

- « Hey ! »
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Translation in english on the way.
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Lestad

Lestad nodded to Comyr. He knew, if he had discussed with him he lost to much time. But he was the regent. And he is an imperial Guard. His order is to safe the Majesty, his family and his council. And he could think himself, thatn was the bodyguard of the majesty and many other AI in the fire. And he is the first important Person he met. So he followed him.

"Your Highness. Ok. But if it will be to dangerous, i bring you outside the building, if you want or not. The people follow humans and not papers."
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Lestad

Lestad nodded to Comyr. He knew, if he had discussed with him he lost to much time. But he was the regent. And he is an imperial Guard. His order is to safe the Majesty, his family and his council. And he could think himself, thatn was the bodyguard of the majesty and many other AI in the fire. And he is the first important Person he met. So he followed him.

"Your Highness. Ok. But if it will be to dangerous, i bring you outside the building, if you want or not. The people follow humans and not papers."
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Petra

Petra war mit Ihrem Verlobten fast angekommen am Kaiserlichen Palast waren sie doch auf Grenzwache gewesen und mussten sich erst freistellen lassen. Von weitem sahen sie schon das Feuer Petra kam in den Hof und sah das viele eine Kette gebildet hatten um das Feuer zu löschen. Sie kannte sowas damals als die Bibliothek der Kirche brannte, sie warf die Zügel einem Stallknecht zu der das Pferd schnell wegbrachte. "Wo ist Hauptmann Lestad?" rief sie einem Helfer zu, dieser zeigte auf einen Teil des Gebäudes der noch nicht brannte. Schnell riss sie ein Stück ihres Umhangs ab und tauchte es in einen Eimer Wasser band sich das Tuch um und rannte in das Gebäude, der Kaiser und seine Familie, auch der Thronfolger sie alle waren vermutlich noch da drin. Sie rannte durch die Gänge und rief nach dem Hauptmann: "Hauptmann wo seid Ihr?" rauch trübte ihren Blick und auch langsam ihren Atem hustend lief sie weiter, irgendwo hier mussten sie sein.
Ihre Haare wurden angesengt von der wärme ihre Augen und ihr Gesichte brannten als sie im Rauch Bewegung wahrnahm.

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Petra was with your fiancée almost come in the imperial palace, nevertheless, they had been on border guard and only had to be released. From wide one they already saw the fire Petra came to the court and saw this many one chains had formed around the fire to extinguish. She knew something like that at that time as the library of the church burnt, she threw the reins to an ostler to the horse fast took away. "Where is captain Lestad?" she called to an assistant, this did not show at a part of the building him yet burnt. Quick she tore off a piece of her cape and dipped it in a bucket water the cloth put on itself and ran in the building, the emperor and his family, also the successor to the throne them all were supposed still there in it. She ran by the ways and shouted after the captain: "You are a captain where?" smoke clouded her look and also slowly her breath coughing it went on, somewhere here they had to be.
Their hair was scorched by that her eyes and her face warm burnt as them in the smoke movement perceived.
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Jospin81

Leonardo si stava avvicinando ad Aislinn e Pippa quando il crollo, che era stato pesante, aveva provocato uno spostamento d'aria sbattendolo in una stanza... che era quella della dieta imperiale. Quando si rialzò, si ritrovò davanti tre figure femminili: Ranian, Aislinn e Pippa.

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Leonardo was approaching Aislinn and Pippa when the collapse, which was heavy, had caused a displacement of air slamming into a room ... which was that of the imperial diet. When he stood up, he found himself in front of three women: Ranian, Aislinn and Pippa.

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Elein

Another explosion, closer to them, broke other windows dropping several fragments near the two women. Heard Eriti speak to her, invite her to move towards the fountain and see a doctor. She only heard Eriti as a distant voice who invite her to move and leave that position.
How she can move? How she can stop to look that terrible scene?
In her mind she continued to live the last seconds, minutes and hours in the Palace, in her office, in the Imperial Diet. She thought again and again.
How was it possible?
The tears rose forming a white wake on her dirty cheeks then she moved slowly toward Eriti asking with a low voice

How...? How is it possible?

She did not expect a real answer just one reason, an explanation for the Inferno they were living.
At the end, she accepted to move towards the fountain looking the castle that, at every second, loose its features in the fire

Sofia....my sister, Eriti, is still in the Chancellery
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Nabila

Sofia walked beside the corridors which lead to the West wing of the Imperial Palace when a servant, who ran in the opposite direction, stopped her and said.

"Excellency, we must find another way to went out from the Palace. There were lots of explosions in the West Wing. Please, follow me, I know safe way to leave the palace."

She looked at the end of the corridor, her sister was there.

"I can't, my sister... the president of the Imperial Diet was in her office. I must find her."

The servant, who were looking around, took her hand and began to throw her toward the exit.

"We must go Excellency, You'll see, she will be out with most of the ministers."

Sofia nodded to the servant before following him to the garden outside the Palace.
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Cavaliere dell' Ordo Equitum Immortalium - Grazie Croci *.*

Christin_marie

With a grateful smile, Christin turned to the lady that she had addressed. "Could you go the doctor to hand, meanwhile I will get all the necessary things. Her experience in medicine was very poor, so she decided to order the housing and provide them with work material. She nodded briefly to Johanna and Chase "I'll search all together, you take care of the wounded."

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Schlauron

Schlauron just arrived with his fiancee Petra and tried to get some overview about what is going on here. He follewed her and hoped to find his Captain.
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Ludwig_von_frayner

Fanned by a strong wind, the fire spread quickly. Bells were ringing, while flames pervaded the corridors, burning frameworks, floors, and countless rooms of the castle of Strasbourg. Ceilings and tapestries, once symbols of the imperial splendor, became the complicits of the fire, blazing up cheerfully, unleashing flames. And while the fire grew in intensity, all people toiled to evacuate the palace in a deafening din. Voices were tinged with both fear and anxiety. From one part to the other of the castle, people were crying, running, and looking for each other.

Accustomed to calm and silence, the Emperor was no longer able to think in an orderly manner. For the first time in his life, he suffered events, unable to intervene on their progress. Everything was going too fast. From the first bells, two soldiers had entered his office to lead him outside the palace. All feared for his safety. Squeezed out, he accepted willy-nilly to follow the soldiers. He thought of his wife, who was probably still waiting him in the imperial chamber. He thought to other people, dear to his heart. However, the soldiers managed to convince him to leave the castle, assuring him of the support of the Imperial Escort and the Aquilae Imperatoris. He trusted enough Ranian, Louis Track and their soldiers, to let them protect his entourage.

The group moved towards the fire escape, one that used the former Emperors to leave the castle, in case of assault or danger. But when they arrived at the end of the wing, they realized the road was blocked, a thick smoke billowing lower levels. They turned back, choosing to move to the service staircase, linking the kitchen to the offices and the rooms, and frequently used by the household. They finally reached it, and downed stairs. At this moment, they listened to a loud noise. Under pressure from the flames, the stairs creaked and collapsed under their feet. Miraculously, the two soldiers and the Emperor were projected into the kitchen, while a thick cloud of dust covered them. They were near to die, but thanks to God, they survived. However, the collapse was not without consequences. The Emperor and the soldiers were lying on the floor, stunned.

His thoughts became blurred, while swaying his head from one side to another. Subject to both smoke and dust, he coughed up his lungs. His gaze drifted in the air, until he saw a small plate of food, on the wooden table A small plate with a piece of bread .. His daughter's plate.

"Luisa ..."

The shock was real, and gave him the strength to sit up straight, leaning on his cane. How could he forget his daughter and her evening stolls ? More than once, he had met her in the corridors late at night. She was leaving the kitchen, advocating an unbearably heat, or an insatiable hunger ; showing him the bread. She never escaped his wrath. But she was like her father, stubborn, and she started again, to visit the kitchen in the night. Except that the situation was quite different now ... and the body of the Emperor shivered, when he saw the bread. Her daughter was here, doubtless. He stood up, leaving the two soldiers on the ground, scanning the room.

"Luisa !?"

The kitchen was empty. Where was she, now? Was she returned to her room ? Had she been informed of the fire? Did someone protect her ? Or did the stairs collapse on her ? Like other parents in such case, the Emperor thought the worst. If she was not there she was elsewhere. His eyes immediately turned to the corridor linking the private lounge of the imperial family and the children's bedrooms. Staggering, despite the raging flames, and suffocating because of the smoke, he ventured there, screaming the name of his daughter, who became his only concern.

"Luisa !? Where are you child !?"

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Attisé par un vent soutenu, l'incendie se propageait à une vitesse fulgurante. Les cloches sonnaient à tout rompre, tandis que les flammes s'engouffraient dans les couloirs étroits, s'attaquant aux charpentes et planchers des innombrables pièces que comptaient le château de Strasbourg. Plafonds et tapisseries, autrefois symboles du faste impérial, devenaient les complices bienheureux de cet incendie, s'embrasant allègrement, déchaînant les flammes. Et tandis que le feu gagnait en intensité, on s'échinait à évacuer le palais dans un vacarme assourdissant, où les échos des voix se teintaient à la fois de peur, et d'appréhension. D'un bout à l'autre du château, on criait, on courait, on se cherchait.

Habitué au calme et au silence, l'Empereur ne parvenait plus à réfléchir de manière ordonnée. Pour la première fois de son existence, il subissait les événements, incapable d'intervenir sur leur déroulement. Tout allait trop vite. Bien trop vite. Dès les premiers sons de cloche, deux soldats étaient entrés dans son bureau pour le conduire à l'extérieur du palais. Tous craignaient pour sa sécurité. Pressé de sortir, il accepta bon gré mal gré de les suivre, non sans penser à son épouse, qui devait sûrement encore l'attendre dans la chambre impériale. Toutefois, les soldats parvinrent à le convaincre de continuer son chemin, l'assurant de la prise en charge de l'Impératrice par les Escorteurs. Il avait suffisamment confiance en Ranian, la Maréchale Impériale, Louis Track et leurs hommes, pour leur confier la vie de ses proches.

La troupe se dirigea en direction de l'escalier de secours, celui qui servait habituellement à évacuer l'Empereur, en cas d'assaut ou de danger. Mais arrivés à l’extrémité de l'aile Est, ils se rendirent compte de l'impossibilité de l'emprunter ; une épaisse fumée s'échappant des niveaux inférieurs. Ils firent demi-tour optant alors pour l'escalier de service, celui qui reliait les cuisines aux bureaux et chambres, et qu'utilisaient fréquemment les domestiques pour se déplacer. Ils l'atteignirent enfin, et le descendirent. C'est à cet instant précis qu'un bruit sourd se fit entendre. Sous la pression des flammes, l'escalier craqua et s'effondra sous leurs pieds. Par miracle, les deux soldats et l'Empereur furent projeter dans les cuisines, tandis qu'un épais nuage de poussière les recouvrait déjà. Il c'en était fallu d'un rien. Mais l'éboulement ne fut pas sans conséquences, l'Empereur et les soldats restant au sol, assommés.

Ses pensées devinrent floues, tandis que sa tête tanguait d'un côté à un autre. Soumis à la fois à la fumée et à la poussière, il crachait ses poumons, sans bouger. Son regard dérivait dans le vide, jusqu'à ce que celui-ci vienne se poser sur une petite assiette, qui trônait sur la table en bois de la cuisine. Une petite assiette avec un morceau de pain entamé... Celle de sa fille.

« Luisa... »

Le choc fut tel qu'il lui donna la force de se redresser, s'appuyant sur sa canne. Comment avait-il pu oublier sa fille et ses petites escapades nocturnes ? Plus d'une fois en effet, il l'avait croisé dans les couloirs, tard dans la nuit, alors qu'il sortait de son bureau. Elle disait revenir de la cuisine, prétextant tantôt une chaleur insupportable, tantôt une faim insatiable ; quignon de pain à l'appui. Elle n'avait guère échappé à ses foudres. Mais elle tenait visiblement un peu trop de son père, et son esprit buté reprenait à chaque fois le dessus. Sauf que la situation était toute autre à présent... et le corps de l'Empereur tressaillit à la vie du morceau de pain. Sa fille était passée par la cuisine, il n'y avait aucun doute. Il se releva, laissant les deux soldats à terre, scrutant la pièce du regard.

« Luisa !? »

La cuisine était vide. Où était-elle à présent ? Avait-elle regagné sa chambre ? L'avait-on informé de l'incendie ? L'avait-on prise en charge ? Et si l'escalier s'était effondré sur elle ? Comme ont naturellement tendance à faire les parents, l'Empereur pensait au pire. Si elle n'était pas là, elle était ailleurs. Son regard se tourna aussitôt vers le couloir qui menait au salon privé de la famille impériale, et au-delà, aux chambres des enfants. Chancelant, en dépit des flammes qui ravageaient les pièces adjacentes, et de la fumée asphyxiante, il s'y aventura, hurlant le nom de sa fille, devenue sa seule et unique préoccupation.

« Luisa !? Où es-tu !? »

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Le_g.

Il entend appeler, la voix, celle qu'il redoutait d'entendre. Comment se faisait-il qu'il n'était pas hors des murs ? Sans attendre, il fonce, autant que possible, parmi les décombres, jusqu'à se retrouver nez à nez avec l'Empereur.

Majesté... il faut évacuer... venez...

Et il lui donne le bras, l'observant, avant de porter la main vers la tête de l'empereur, sans oser le toucher pour autant, s'inquiétant de l'allure de celui qu'il sert.

Votre majesté est blessée, venez... j'ai pu trouver une sortie...

Pas vraiment en grande forme, mais il se doutait que l'empereur aurait deviné que sa fille était sans doute par là, quelque part, à manger un morceau lorsque le feu s'était déclaré. Il n'avait pas un instant songé que le père qu'était l'empereur pouvait se laisser emmener sans savoir sa famille à l'abri. Il observe, les débris, tente de trouver de l'air dans la fumée qui s'épaissit, et sort un foulard de sa poche, celui qui lui sert habituellement pour ses cheveux, mais pas le temps de faire le difficile, il le tend à Ludwig.

Majesté, mettez ceci sur votre nez, et votre bouche pour éviter les fumées...

De nouveau, il jette un regard vers les cuisines.

Votre fille est forcément ici... Nous allons la trouver, si vous êtes d'accord.

Et il se met à déplacer les poutres qui bloquent leur passage vers l'autre partie de la cuisine, celle où se trouve les réserves. Sous l'effort, il halète, ses yeux le brulent, la fumée lui pique les poumons, mais il continue, tout en appelant.

Luisa ? Altesse ???

Vous êtes là ?

Apercevant les deux soldats pas loin, il se dirige vers eux, pour leur porter secours, laissant un instant Sa Majesté Impériale seule, pour les sortir des lieux, en les faisant glisser sur le sol, les trainant pour les faire passer par le passage qui donne sur la cour.

He intends to call , voice, that he dreaded to hear . How was it that he was not out of the walls ? Without waiting , he charges as much as possible among the rubble to find himself face to face with the Emperor.

Majesty ... must be evacuated ... come on ...

And he gave her his arm , watching , before bringing the hand to the head of the emperor, not daring to touch it much , worrying about the appearance of the one he serves .

Your majesty is injured , come ... I could find a way out ...

Not really in great shape, but he suspected that the Emperor would have guessed that her daughter was doubtless there somewhere to grab a bite when the fire started . He did not for a moment thought that the father that was the emperor could be led away without knowing his family safe . He observes , debris, trying to find the air in the smoke thickens, and a scarf out of his pocket , who usually serves him for his hair, but no time to do the hard , he tends Ludwig .

Majesty , put this on your nose and mouth to avoid fumes ...

Again, it looks to the kitchen .

Your daughter is always here ... We will find , if you agree .

And he began to move the beams that block their passage to the other side of the kitchen, where the reserves . Under stress, he gasps , his eyes burn , smoke stings his lungs , but he continues, while calling .

Luisa ? Highness ? ?

Are you there?

Seeing the two soldiers not far away, he goes to them for their assistance, leaving a moment His Imperial Majesty alone to leave the premises by dragging them on the ground, dragging them to pass through the passage overlooks the courtyard.

Lorenz.von.frayner

Français :

Une grande et rude journée venait de se terminer sur l'une des plus grande nation que le monde européen est connu. De cette nation est naît un empereur et de cet empereur est naît un fils. C'est donc un prince d'empire fatigué par quelques péripéties nocturne de jeunesse ( pour tout vous dire une soirée "légèrement"
arrosée ), qui regagna ses appartements au palais impérial de Strasbourg.

La fatigue était dans tous ses membres, du haut de sa tête, au bas de ses pieds. L'alcool avait coulé à flot, et maintenant il coulait dans son sang bleu impérial. Non pas qu'il ne fut pas habitué, mais cette soirée là, il avait peut être un peu trop forcé...
Trébuchant à chaque mètre, zigzagant dans les couloirs, poussant des cries de rage à chaque fois qui cognait un mur, et toujours suivie par un attroupement de serviteur qui ne savaient pas quoi faire, le prince errait dans les couloirs à la recherche de son nid.
Il réussi tout de même à trouver sa chambre. Ah quel bonheur de retrouver sa chambre après une soirée comme celle là...
Le bonheur d'un lit, la chaleur des draps. Le jeune prince s'empressa de se faire déshabiller pour pénétrer dans son cocon de tendresse.
Une fois dedans il ne fut guère longtemps avant que le sommeil l'emporte.
Une journée en apparence comme les autres. Et qui pourtant allait prendre un tournant radical.
La respiration du prince commença à diminuer, l'air se faisait de plus en plus compacte, comme si il y avait des bouts de coton dans son nez.
Rien de cela ne réveilla le prince, qui continua son rêve.
Pourtant il entendait des cloches, des cries, mais ils paraissent si loin, si loin ...

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English :

A large, hard day had ended on one of the greatest nation that the European world is known. This nation is born an emperor and the emperor is born a son. This is a prince of the empire tired some night adventures of youth (to tell you an evening "slightly"
watered), who returned to his rooms at the Imperial Palace in Strasbourg.

Fatigue was in all its members, from the top of his head, at the bottom of his feet. Alcohol sank afloat, and now it flowed in its imperial blue blood. Not that he was not used to, but this evening there, he may be a little too hard ...
Stumbling at every meter, zigzagging in the hallways, pushing cries of rage every time that knocked a wall, and always followed by a crowd of a servant who did not know what to do, the prince wandered the corridors looking for its nest .
He still managed to find his room. Oh what a joy to find his room after a night like this one ...
The happiness of a bed, heat sheets. The young prince hastened to get undressed to get into his cocoon of love.
Once inside it was hardly long before sleep wins.
A day like any other in appearance. And yet would take a radical turn.
Breathing prince began to decrease, the air was more compact, as if there were bits of cotton in his nose.
None of this woke the prince, who continued his dream.
Yet he heard bells, shout, but they seem so far away, so far away ...
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Lucrezia59

Quando l'infermeria e i reparti furono completamente evacuati, Lucrezia prese la sua mantella e la mise davanti alla bocca, ormai il fumo aveva invaso ogni angolo del castello.
Fortunatamente riuscì a trovare subito la strada che la portava nel cortile.

Si ritrovò davante ad una scena degna di quelle descritte dal sommo poeta, una bolgia infernale dove sullo sfondo si stagliavano alte fiamme e davanti a lei un brulicare di persone armate di secchi.

Si rimboccò le maniche e si portò accanto a uomini e donne che tentavano il tutto per tutto.

When the infirmary and departments were completely evacuated, Lucrezia took his cloak and put it to his mouth, now the smoke had invaded every corner of the castle.
Fortunately he managed to find just the road that brought her into the courtyard.

He found himself before him to a scene worthy of those described by the poet, a hellish pit where the background loomed high flames in front of her and a swarm of people armed with buckets.

He rolled up his sleeves and put next to men and women who were trying to go for broke.
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Eriti

An explotion, and then another one.
They were surrounded by flame, heat, ash, smoke, pieces of windows or furniture shattered. Every step seemed to bring them more and more in the heart of that hell.
They went on, they ran, untill a weak and barely perceptible gust of fresh wind arrived to them. They continue to run. That gust slowly replaced the flames and the heat, untill they arrived outside, in the garden.

Eriti tried to breath fresh air, it was paintfull. Every breath was like a glass of boiled oil. Her eyes still teary due the smoke and detritus. Her head still hurt. Her heart was beating like a drum.

Seen from the outside the show was more horrifyng. Screams and explotions were accompanied by the roar of the fire. The sky was lighted by the flames. The entire palace was burning and collapsing.
The woman couldn't look away. She know she wasn't still in safe, but she couldn't move a single muscle. In her mind there was only one thought: her children.

A window burst and the pieces of glass fell near her. It was enough for Eriti to take controll again of her body.

Violante - she tried to talk with the friend, that seems in shock - we must go farther. We are still in danger due to the collapses, and you need immediately a doctor.
If you want wait your sister near the palace, we can rest in the garden, but we must go farther, or we risk crushed by crumbling wall.
Near the fountain it will be more easly for your sister to find you.
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Se la gente ti critica lo fa per due motivi: o non sa come impiegare il tempo o vorrebbe essere dannatamente come te.

Stormhawk

Mentre correvano insieme a Ranian, Aislinn pregava in silenzio: Ti prego non crollare ora, resisti. Permettimi di salvare mia sorella.
Guardava il fuoco che era ovunque e continuava a correre

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As they ran along with Ranian, Aislinn prayed silently: Please do not fall now, hold on. Let me save my sister.
She watched the fire that was everywhere and continued to run
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Katamazai

Katamazai aveva perso di vista il Capitano Findecano e si mise a cercarlo in ogni luogo, doveva trovarlo perchè sapeva come raggiungere l'ala ovest e salvare chi era rimasto intrappolato.
A chiunque incontrasse chiedeva se avevano visto il Capitano FIndecano.

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English version

Katamazai had lost sight of the Captain Findecano and began to look for it in every place, had to find him because he knew how to reach the west wing and save those who were trapped.
To everyone he met asked if they had seen the Captain FIndecano.
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Guy.fawkes

Guy was working in his office when he heard the alarm bell and the palace waking up. When he came out off his office he heard that there was a fire and all he thought off was the artwork in the palace. He ordered his people to get it out and save it from the flames. He went out to look for his cousin and Johanna. When he looked out of the window he saw a line being formed to start taming the flames and Johanna was in the line helping. He ran true the hallways of the palace and saw his man take down paintings, transport statues to save them.

He saw his cousin running true the corridors and helping people. Guy yelled at him. Can I help cousin? My men are busy with the artwork but I can help if needed. In the chaos Guy thought of the art that woudn't be saved, and the lifes that could be lost.
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Comyr

Comyr shaked the head towards Lestad, who tried to keep him outside the building.
"No way General, I'm replacable.
These documents inside are important for the Empire. If we loose them, we'll loose probably all."

Speaking this words on his way in, he was gone before anyway could have stopped him.
Of course certain parts of the building was already in flames, but the part where Comyr needs to go wasn't - or so at least it seems.

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Chase_

He nods to the woman and his view follows her hand. A second woman comes to them and he send a short smile to her. Than he follows Christin to the hospital. "I think we need cold water, cloth and cloth-bindings, unguents and some helping hands." He is just a Medic-learner. He lived once in a church and have learned something about medicine there.

Christin_marie

When a man came to Christin and said he was a doctor, she exhaled in relief. "My name is Christin. We have over there ..." She pointed to a building. "... started to set up a hospital. If you would like to follow me?" She turned and walked quickly to the hospital.

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Johanna

More people had joined the line to help to hand the buckets from the water to the palace. Johanna was now nearer at the palace. She could hear the stones tremble and the wood break when a part of the palace collapsed. Johanna had to stop to handle the buckets. Her hands hurt too much. She went up the line and saw a woman who tried to establish a medical area. “Excuse me…” she says to Christin_Marie. “Where can I help? I know how to handle with small burnings.” She explained.

Johanna risked a short glance towards the palace and the people in front of it. She couldn’t see her fiancé. She knew that he would be in the palace. It’s his duty. She looked to the fire burning high in the night sky. Red and orange, black smoke… She had to turn away and find something to do. Otherwise she would going to go mad thinking about Findecano.

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Ranian

[Corridoio Ala Ovest - Palazzo Imperiale di Strasburgo - Notte del 30 settembre al 1 Ottobre, 1461]

Mille imprecazioni vorticavano nelle sua testa vedendo quel tratto di strada bloccato gli mancavano pochi passi e sarebbe giunta all'Ufficio dell'Imperatore, pensava mentre i suoi occhi erano come ipnotizzati dalla danza delle fiamme sul legno, solo il grido di rabbia dell'Imperatrice la riportò in se, si voltò verso di lei ma non c'era più. Ora le restavano due strade per raggiungere quel tratto, ma restare ferma e pensarci non l'aiutava, così ritornò indietro, ormai quella era diventata una sfida tra lei e il fuoco, decise così di dover battere lui, scegliendo la via più breve, era giunta vicino alle stanze imperiali quando vide due figure a lei familiari

STORM! PIPPA!

gridò i loro nomi mentre si avvicinava a loro

Cosa ci fate ancora qua? Dovete tornare indietro. Qua la strada è bloccata, il soffitto ha ceduto bloccando il passaggio

ci fu un altro scoppio seguito da un altro crollo, Stormhawk e Ranian, entrambe d'istinto coprirono Pippa proteggendola. Il Maresciallo osservò che nessuna delle due avesse ferite, poi si allontanò verso la zona da dove si era udito il crollo

Maledizione!

imprecò ad alta voce, ritornò dalle due, ora non le restava davvero che seguira la strada che lei aveva deciso, solo che con lei avrebbero dovuto rischiare anche Stormhawk e Pippa

Le scale sono bloccate, non ci resta che il passaggio segreto che si trova nella stanza della Dieta Imperiale, sperando che il corridoio che unisce l'ufficio dell'Imperatore e l'ala Nord non sia bloccato, da là si può raggiungere il piano terra dell'ala est dove ci sono le cucine unica via di salvezza dal castello. Presto andiamo che qua inizia a diventare pericoloso per noi

a passi veloci giunsero alle stanze della Dieta Imperiale le porte erano spalancate e il fumo aveva riempito tutta la stanza

[ Corridor West Wing - Imperial Palace in Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461 ]

A thousand curses in her head swirled seeing that blocked the road were missing a few steps and would come to the Office of the Emperor, she thought as her eyes were as hypnotized by the dance of flames on the wood, only the cry of anger of Empress back itself, turned toward her but there was more. Now the remaining two roads to reach that part, but remain firm and not think about helping, so returned back, now that it had become a challenge between herself and fire, she decided to beat him, choosing the shortest route, had arrived near the Imperial rooms when she saw two figures to her family.

STORM! PIPPA!

cried out their names as she approached their

What are you doing still here? You have to go back. Here the road is blocked, the ceiling has caved in blocking the passage

There was another outbreak followed by another collapse, Stormhawk and Ranian, both instinctively covered Pippa protecting it. Marshall observed that neither of the two had wounds, then walked away toward the area from where he had heard the collapse.

Damn!

swore loudly, returned from two, now don't really follow that remained the way that she had decided, only that she would risk even Stormhawk and Pippa

The stairs are blocked, we just have the secret passage that is in the room of the Imperial Diet, hoping that the corridor that joins the Office of the Emperor and the North wing is not blocked, from there you can reach the ground floor of the east wing where there are kitchens only way to salvation from the castle. Soon we go that here it starts to get dangerous for us

in quick steps came to the rooms of the imperial diet the doors were wide open and smoke had filled the whole room
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Sarah_elisabeth

Sarah avait été bousculée par l'impératrice mais elle ne s'en formula guère. D'une part l'instant était à l'urgence et d'autre part, il s'agissait d'une femme et d'une mère qui s'inquiétait pour sa famille. Cela seule suffisait à Sarah pour ne pas tenir compte de l'embardée. Au contraire, elle acquiesça d'un regard aux ordres du capitaine et après un signe de tête se tourna rapidement vers Audric qui déjà se dirigeait vers les chambres des enfants impériaux.

Je te laisse les chambres, Lothar doit être couché à cette heure ci, je file aux cuisines. C'est leur du dernier gouter de Luisa, elle devrait s'y trouver. Pour Lorenz, à cette heure ci, prions qu'il soit encore de sortie s'il n'est pas dans ses appartements!

Attendant une confirmation de son collègue de l'Escorte, Sarah partit ensuite au pas de course vers les cuisines du chateau en priant que le feu ne s'y soit pas encore propagé pour veiller sur son amie. En cet instant, elle maudissait sa robe qu'elle se devait de porter lors de ses charges d'ambassadrices, priant pour avoir plutôt était de garde à l'Escorte et pouvoir crapahuter sereinement en braies. Le fracas de poutres qui s'écroulent se fit entendre dans le couloir où s'étaient précipité l'impératrice, mais Louis et Lestat étaient à sa suite, et elle devait se concentrer sur sa mission : trouver Luisa dans toute cette fournaise et la mettre au plus tôt en sécurité...

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Sarah was jostled by the Empress, but she did little formula. On the one hand was the moment the emergency and secondly, it was a woman and a mother who was worried about her family. That alone was enough for Sarah to ignore yaw. Instead, she nodded with a look to the captain's orders and after a nod quickly turned Audric already headed for the rooms of the imperial children.

I leave you the bedrooms, Lothar must be lying this hour, I go to the kitchen. This is the time of the last "taste" of Luisa, she should be there. For Lorenz, to this hour, pray he is still output if he is not in his apartment!

Pending confirmation of his colleague of the Escort, Sarah then went on the run to the kitchen of the castle praying that the fire did not spread it is to look after her friend. At that moment, she cursed her dress she was wearing during her charges of ambassador, begging for more was to guard and escort to trudge serenely breeches. The roar of collapsing beams was heard in the corridor where the Empress had precipitated, but Louis and Lestat were after her, and she had to concentrate on her mission to find Luisa throughout the furnace and put at the earliest safely ...
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Liz_von_frayner

On dit parfois que le ciel nous tombe sur la tête, que l’on vient de foncer dans le mur ou encore, se trouver dos au mur. Ce qui ressentit l’Impératrice à cet instant précis, alors qu’elle courait, aveuglée par la fumée, respirant de plus en plus difficilement. Dans un vacarme effroyable, une partie du plafond s’écroula, laissant jaillir le crépitement des flammes. Dans l’enfer sur terre, voilà où elle se trouvait. Mais ce ne fut pas le Sans Nom qui se dressa soudain devant elle, l’empêchant d’aller plus loin, mais la Maréchale de l’Aquilae Imperialis Ranian, presque méconnaissable.

Majesté ! Stop ! C’est dangereux…

L’Impératrice ouvrit la bouche, prête à protester vivement. Toute Ranian qu’elle était, la femme qui la retenait de ses deux mains ne l’empêcherait pas d’avancer encore, avancer vers l’Empereur certainement pris au piège des flammes dans son bureau situé à peine à quelques mètres de là. Il fallait qu’elle le rejoigne, qu’elle le fasse sortir du brasier de plus en plus menaçant.

Tête baissée, elle fonça dans le tas, bien décidée à se débarrasser de l’emprise de Ranian, dans un cri de colère. Tentative bien vaine. Le souffle coupé, elle se retrouve collée contre le mur par deux autres bras bien plus puissants, et comme clouée sur place par la voix de Louis.

Majesté ! Vous êtes folle ?

Votre famille aura besoin de vous alors vous allez avec Lestat.

Il n’en est pas question ! Lâch... lâchez-moi ! L’Empereur a besoin de moi !

Mais comment aller à l’encontre d’un Escorteur la dépassant de deux têtes qui la collait d’autorité sous la protection tout aussi musclée de son Lieutenant

Je vais vous ramener votre famille, Majesté, mais pour le moment, vous sortez d'ici avec Lestat ! Pas de discussions !

Pendant des mois, elle avait fait confiance aveugle à ses Escorteurs, sachant qu’ils auraient donné leur vie pour la protéger, elle, son époux et ses enfants. Ils les sortiraient de cet enfer, ils l’avaient promis. Et avait-elle seulement le choix ? A moitié asphyxiée par les fumées nocives qui s’échappaient maintenant de toutes parts, toussant et la vue brouillée par les larmes coulant de ses yeux irrités, elle se laissa pousser et tirer par Lestat vers le salut.

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We sometimes say that the sky falls us on the head, that we have gone into the wall or still, have the back in the wall. That how felt the Empress at this precise moment, while she ran, blinded by the smoke, breathing more and more with difficulty. In a horrifying noise, a part of the ceiling collapsed, letting spring the crackling of flames. In the hell on earth, there is where she was. But it was not the Nameless which raised itself suddenly in front of her, preventing he from going farther, but the Marshal Aquilae Imperialis Ranian, almost unrecognizable.

Your Highness ! Stop! Is Dangerous ...

The Empress opened the mouth, ready to protest deeply. All Ranian that it was, the woman who retained her of the two hands would not preven ther from moving forward, from moving forward the Emperor certainly trapped by flames in his office situated hardly a few meters away from there. She had to join him, to make him go out of the more and more threatening fire.

Head dimmed, well decided to get rid of the influence of Ranian, in a cry of rage. Very vain attempt. Breathlessly, she suddenly finds herself stuck against the wall by two other more powerful arms, and as nailed on the spot by the voice of Louis.

Majesty ! Are you crazy ?

Your family will need xou, so you go out of her with Lestat.

No way ! Set… set me free ! The Emperor needs me !

But how go against a two head higher Escorter than her who stuck her with authority under the protection of his Lieutenant.

I will get your family back, Majesty, but for now, you go out of here with Lestat ! And without any discussion !

For months, she had had blind confidance on her Escorters, knowing that they would have given their life to protect her, her husband and their children. They would bring them out of this hell, they had promised her they would. And had she only the choice? Half suffocated by harmful smokes which escaped now from everywhere, coughing, shouting her fear for her beloved husband and the view blurred by tears flowing of her irritated eyes, she let her pushing and pulling by Lestat towards the salute.

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Comyr

It was a little bit like a dream as Comyr woke up and saw Ernst in front of him, fully armored and in hurry.
After a few moments, he realized the bells as well and got up as quick as in old days on the battlefields.
No question was needed to understand, that "Something" meant, that Ernst had no idea of the situation.

Comyr simply grabbed his sword and they ran outside of the building, where masses of peoples were already in action.

Seconds later, the reason was known from onflying words. Fire.

"Ernst, get to the barracks, send Ottokar to the stables to get out the horses and lead the rest towards the fire. Every hand is needed."

Comyr turned and ran towards the fire and into the yet untouched part of the building as well.
There was a lot stuff to save. More important, than the life of his own children ever could be...

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Christin_marie

Christin stands still and listened to the Commander, she nodded slightly. "I understand." Then she ran to one of the outbuildings on, her way she called some people wich were stare in shock. She ran over erase chain had formed. One of the larger buildings was her goal, she opend the door and after a brief glance, she began to clear a few tables out of the way. "Find A Doctor" was deliberate. She turned and ran back to the palace. "Is there anyone who is doctor?" Was shouted loudly. If someone came up with an injured, she was shown the way to the hospital.

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Jospin81

Il pensiero di Leonardo era rivolto a Philippa e ad Aislinn.
Se gli fosse accaduto qualcosa, non se lo sarebbe mai perdonato.
Così tra urla e spinte di gente che correva impazzita, corse verso di loro.
Il suo viso era sudato e sporco, ma non era quello il momento di fermarsi!

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The thought of Leonardo was addressed to Philippa and Aislinn.
If something had happened to them, he would never forgive himself.
So between screams and thrusts of people running crazy, he ran toward them.
His face was sweaty and dirty, but that was not the time to stop!

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Stormhawk

Con un sospiro di sollievo, Aislinn, vide la sorella, tra il fumo, che la chiamava.
Strappò un pezzo di lenzuolo - Pippa, avvolgiti questo intorno al naso e alla bocca e corri fuori più veloce che puoi.

Mentre urlava quelle parole alla sorella, tentando di sovrastare, con la sua voce, il rumore del fuoco, udirono un forte boato e il pavimento tremò per qualche secondo.
Un pezzo di soffitto era crollato e Aislinn non riuscì a trattenere un'imprecazione: Dannazione!

Guardò in tutte le direzioni. Restava solo un passaggio libero, che portava verso gli uffici dell'Imperatore.
Aislinn sperava che le altre guardie fossero riuscite a metterlo in salvo, quando udì la voce di Ranian da qualche parte nel fumo. Provò a chiamarla mentre si augurava con tutte le sue forze che non fosse bloccata, anche lei, come loro.

Prese una decisione in fretta; afferrò la mano di sua sorella e le legò in vita un lembo del lenzuolo mentre legava lei stessa con l'altra parte. Non poteva permettersi nella confusione che nessuna di loro si smarrisse.
Si rivolse alla sorella: Vieni Pippa, seguimi e stammi più vicino possibile. Dobbiamo andare verso le stanze imperiali. E' l'unica via che rimane!
Cominciò ad avanzare sperando che forse Ranian o altri l'avessero sentita chiamare.

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With a sigh of relief, Aislinn saw her sister, through the smoke, who called her.
She tore a piece of lenzuolo - Pippa, wrap this around the nose and mouth and run out as fast as you can.

While screaming these words to her sister, trying to drown out, with her voice, the sound of the fire, they heard a loud bang and the ground shook for a few seconds.
A piece of the ceiling had collapsed and Aislinn could not suppress a curse: Damn!

Looked in all directions. There was only a free way, which led to the offices of the Emperor.
Aislinn hoped that the other guards were able to keep him safe when she heard the voice of Ranian somewhere in the smoke.
She tried to call her while she wished with all his might that she wasn't locked, like them.

She took a decision in haste, grabbed the hand of her sister, and tied at the waist a corner of the sheet as she tied herself with the other part. She couldn't afford that none of them go missing in the confusion.
She turned to her sister: Pippa come, follow me and stand as close as possible. We must go to the imperial rooms. It's the only way forward!
Began to advance hoping that maybe Ranian or others had heard her call.
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Elein

If she's a girl call her Giada

A big and strong hug and Ranian disappeared into the smoke and the fire. Violante tried to call her, but the smoke prevented her almost to breathe, much less talk, she can only thought that, later, they'll see outside that hell safe and sound.
She looked for other few second in the direction where Ranian disappeared than, with Eriti near her and two guards, start to walk and find a way out.
Smoke, smoke everywhere, and fire, a scary fire that everything devoured: furniture, tends, dresses, scrolls and everything that was on its way.
That wing of the castle was engulfed in flames and smoke-filled, she can't see her feet and she tried difficult to control the two guards in front of her.
Her eyes were full of tears: fear for her life, terror to lost her children, her sister or a friend in that fire, fear to can't see again her husband.
Behind her some explosions broke many windows shaking up pieces of glass and wood. They start to run and, after few minutes, they were outside, in the garden.
She dropped to the ground, kneeling and trying to fill her lungs with oxygen: how much it hurt!
She coughed to expel all that smoke inside her and left her tears down her face dirty of soot.
Some nurses and guards helped her to her feet making sure she was all right

Excellency, are You ok? Are You wound? Excellency please answer me!

With a nod of her head she could answer, the voice is not coming out of her and when she saw that majestic palace enveloped in flames began to feel sick thinking about how many were still in there: the Emperor and his family, her friends, her sister...
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Lestad

Lestad heard the word captain behind him. He thought that he was meaning and so he standed still. He saw Katamazai. "Katamazai go to Soldier Christin_Marie and held her to create an Hospital. And than search all AI who are in the baracks and create rescue troops."

After this Lestad woulded to follow Findecano, but he wasn´t there anymore. So he searched alone in the palace, what he can do. On his run he find Comyr. "Sir, Left the buildings. You are to important for the Empire"
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Chase_

The air is stifling hot. The smoke is everywhere. He is near at the barracks and looks at the people. They run and run, bring water and buckets. Search people, who needs help and bring them to a save place. He is tired, but the fire lets keep him awake. He looks after a function. Than he hears a voice. An doctor? He is a medic. Not hasn't much experience, but he thinks its better to have someone, who is not perfect, then you have no one.

So he looks to the woman who search an doctor and goes to her. "Miss? I am a medic. Maybe I can help you? My name is Chase."

Pippa

After she hers her sister respond on her calling, she felt more relieved as ever before. Now everything will come allright.
She hears her name again, it is Loenardo and she shouts back to him.

Fast does she put the cloth over her mouth and nose and starts to follow Aislinn. Running as fast as she can until the noise
of a loud bang lat's her stop. The cieling is coming down and her sister curses. Something she never does, their father was very
strict on that, she still can taste the soap. Her knees now trimble ans confused does she look at her sister. She will know what to do.

The hand in her hand gives her courage, she decides not the go futher as two stepts from her. Together they enter the Imperial rooms.
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Eriti

Violante, we must go. Now.

That were the only words Eriti said after greeted Giada.
She held the hand of the other woman accompanied her to the exit.

After a while she started to cough due the smoke.
Looking around she noticed a pot on a table along the corridor. She stopped and get close it. She removed the flowers from the pot and, taking the handkerchief in the pocket, wet it.

She turned back to Violante and cut in two the handkerchief with the knife in her bag.

Take this. Put it above the mouth and nose, and breath through it. It will help you to don't breath too much smoke.

Then she put the other piece on her mouth and nose, and continued to the exit with Violante at her side.
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Se la gente ti critica lo fa per due motivi: o non sa come impiegare il tempo o vorrebbe essere dannatamente come te.

Ernst.v.meiszen

Ernst wasn't asleep as the bells start to ring.
Immediatly he thought about an assault on the castle, as it happend in the past to try to kill the Emperor.

And Ludwig wasn't an Emperor without enemies so Ernst grabbed his sword and run after his liege lord, the Regent.

Knocking heavily and fast on his door there was no movement inside and so Ernst decided to crack the door with his shoulder.
Of course it hurts, but at least the worn mail protected him.

"Your Highness, get up, quickly. Something weird is going on"

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Le_g.

Contrairement à ce que pensait la Ranian que le Capitaine de l'Escorte Impériale détestait toujours autant, Louis était sur les talons de l'Impératrice.

Mais revenons donc aux appartements impériaux, parce que certains vont trop vite en besogne ! Louis était donc avec le Lieutenant Lestat, Audric et Sarah, les escorteurs impériaux de garde dans les appartements de Leurs Majestés, et Liz venait de tenter de leur échapper.

C'était sans compter sur leur présence d'esprits à ces mercenaires. Ils connaissent la famille impériale par coeur depuis le temps qu'ils se fréquentent et ça avait commencé bien avant que Ludwig soit désigné Empereur. Louis avait donc donné ses instructions.

Sarah, Audric, direction les cuisines trouvez-moi les enfants. Lestat, avec moi.

Et il avait couru dans les couloirs, bousculant les personnes qui tentaient de lui barrer le passage. Vu sa corpulence, en général ils s'écartaient. L'avantage d'être de garde, c'est qu'on est en uniforme plutôt pratique, alors que Sa Majesté porte une robe, et toutes les dentelles qui vont de pair. C'est donc en quelques enjambées qu'il l'avait rattrapée, et vu qu'elle s'apprétait de nouveau à lui faire faux-bond, il la plaque contre le mur en l'attrapant par un bras. D'instinct en entendant l'explosion décrite par Ranian, et qui doit être en fait une poutre ou un éboulement quelque part dans le palais, il fait rempart de son corps pour protéger Liz.

Majesté ! Vous êtes folle ?

Vu son regard, il est prêt à la gifler pour qu'elle se reprenne.

Votre famille aura besoin de vous alors vous allez avec Lestat.

Il jette un regard vers Lestat, et lui murmure : à la roulotte, personne ne les cherchera là.

Je vais vous ramener votre famille, Majesté, mais pour le moment, vous sortez d'ici avec Lestat ! Pas de discussions !

Mettant le bras de sa Majesté dans la main de Lestat, il informe son Lieutenant.

Je vais chercher les autres. A cette heure, on sait tous où ils sont !

Et hop, il se tourne, assez tôt pour entendre vaguement Ranian dire quelque chose avant de la voir aller vers le bureau de l'empereur, c'est à dire ? Dans la direction opposée de celle que prend Louis, qui se dirige vers les cuisines. L'en-cas du soir de Luisa est comme une pendule, réglé comme un coucou suisse la petite, et connaissant l'instinct paternel de l'empereur, il penche pour un repas en tête à tête père-fille dans les cuisines désertées.

Toussant, il s'approche, et une nouvelle explosion lui bouche la sortie, il ne s'en inquiète pas du tout, vu qu'il connait le palais comme sa poche, les sous-sols et les ouvertures discrètes faites par certains serviteurs qui se moquent pas mal de sécurité... Il sait par où il pourra sortir des cuisines, le tout étant d'y arriver.

Une nouvelle toux... Mais cette fois, ce n'est pas la sienne, il s'approche à grands pas, toujours en direction des cuisines. Plus qu'à espérer que ce ne soit pas celui qu'il croit que c'est.

Contrary to the thought that Captain Ranian the Imperial Escort always hated as Louis was on the heels of the Empress.

But let's go back to the imperial apartments , because some go too fast ! Louis was therefore with Lieutenant Lestat , Audric and Sarah , imperial guard escorts in the apartments of Their Majesties , and Liz had to try to escape .

This was without counting on the presence of their minds to these mercenaries. They know by heart the imperial family from the time they attend and it started long before Ludwig was appointed emperor. Louis had thus given his instructions.

Sarah Audric , directions kitchens find me children. Lestat with me .

And he ran into the corridors , knocking people who tried to block his way . Given his size , usually they parted . The advantage of being on call is that is rather uniform practice , while Her Majesty is wearing a dress , lace and all that go . So in a few strides he had caught , and saw she was going back to false leap , he 's against the wall by catching him by the arm . Instinctively he heard the explosion described by Ranian , and must be made a beam or a cave somewhere in the palace , he rampart of his body to protect Liz .

Majesty ! Are you crazy ?

Saw his eyes , he is ready to slap it to resume .

Your family will need you then you go with Lestat .

He looks to Lestat , and whispers : the trailer, no one will look there.

I'll bring your family , your Majesty , but for now , you leave here with Lestat ! No discussions !

Putting the arms of his Majesty 's hand Lestat , he informs his Lieutenant.

I'll get the others . At this time , we all know where they are !

And presto, he turns early to hear vaguely Ranian say something before seeing it go to the office of the emperor, ie ? In the opposite direction to that taken by Louis, who goes to the kitchen. The snacks in the evening Luisa is like a pendulum , set as a Swiss cuckoo clock early , and knowing the paternal instinct of the emperor, he looks for a meal head to head father and daughter in the kitchen deserted .

Coughing , he approached , and a new explosion mouth him out , he did not worry at all , since he knows the palace as his pocket , basements and discreet overtures made by some servants not a lot of fun safety ... He knows where he can get out of the kitchen , the whole being to get there.

A new cough ... But this time it is not his, he is approaching , always in the direction of the kitchens . Only hope that it is not that he thinks it is .

Magda35

Magda, insieme ad altre guardie, finito di portare in salvo la servitù corse verso l' ala ovest dove era scoppiato l'incendio, giunta al corridoio d'accesso, vide una scena apocalittica, arredi e soffitti che fino a poco prima esaltavano la grandezza del luogo, avevano creato un muro invalicabile di fuoco e fumo ... si strinse il volto con le mani annerite e pregò per il suo Imperatore ... forse ha trovato un riparo, pensò....

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Magda, along with other guards, finished to rescue the servants ran to the 'west wing where the fire broke out, come to an access corridor, he saw an apocalyptic scene, furniture and ceilings that until recently extolled the greatness of the place, had created an impenetrable wall of fire and smoke ... clutched his face with his blackened hands and prayed for his Emperor ... perhaps he found a shelter, she thought ...

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Katamazai

Katamazai era arrivato nella piazza d'armi dove due fila di persone composte da Guardie e popolazione stavano facendo il passa mano il più veloce possible perchè i secchi pieni d'acqua giungessero a destino per spegnere l'incendio.
Il suo stato d'animo non era dei migliori dopo quanto aveva sentito dirsi ma gli ordini sono ordini e lavatosi la faccia con dell'acqua fresca si bagno le vesti per resistere il più possibile al calore e decise di tornare dentro l'ala ovest, sapeva che il suo Generale sarebbe accorso a controllare che l'Imperatore fosse stato messo in salvo dalla scorta personale anche rischiando la sua vita.
Nel mentre si avviava a ripercorrere le scale per rientrare in quell'inferno vide entrare nella piazza il Capitano Findecano e cercò di chiamarlo, ma un gran boato lo fece voltare bdi scatto e vide una perte del tetto dell'ala ovest crollare.
A quel punto ogni via era sbarrata e per raggiungere l'ala ovest c'era una sola via passare dall'ala Est e quella Nord ed entrare in quello che restava dell'ala Ovest, per cui corse dietro al Capitano chiamandolo a gran voce con tutto il fiato che aveva in gola:

CAPITANO FINDECANOOOO CAPITANOOOO CAPITANOOOO ASPETTATE

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English version

Katamazai had arrived on the parade ground where two rows of people made up cops and people were doing the hand passes the fastest possible because the buckets full of water might reach destiny to extinguish the fire.
His mood was not the best after what she had said but orders are orders and washed my face with cool water bath robes is to resist as much as possible to the heat and decided to go back inside the west wing, he knew that his General would come to check that the Emperor had been rescued by the escort staff also risking his life.
In as he started to retrace the steps to get back into the inferno saw Captain Findecano enter the square and tried to call him, but a great roar made him turn bdi shooting and saw a perte collapse of the roof of the west wing.
At that point, every street was blocked and to reach the west wing there was only one way to pass from the wing and the North East and enter into what was left West Wing, so he hurried after the captain calling with a loud vocecon all the breath in his throat:

CAPTAIN FINDECANOOOO CAPTAINNNN CAPTAINNNN WAIT
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Pippa

It took her some time to realizing what was going on when she opend her eyes. She dreamt about markets and lots of screaming and sounds, now with her eyes open, she still hears screaming. By lying very silently she tries to listen what the screaming is about and in a moment she thinks she hears her name, and again. She knows that voice, its her sister calling for her.

Suddenly her door opens, guards run into her room, checking if she is awake and shouting t her to leave as soon as possible. Now even louder are the sounds, the screming and there is a smell. A smell she knows.

Aislinn. Aislinn, I am here!

Never did she leave her room so fast looking for her sister.

Ranian

[Corridoio Ala Ovest - Palazzo Imperiale di Strasburgo - Notte del 30 settembre al 1 Ottobre, 1461]

Era giunta nel corridoio dell'ala ovest, dove l'incendio si era propagato maggiormente, il fumo non lasciava una degna visuale così più volte Ranian si era trovata a scontrarsi con chi preso dal panico scappava verso le scale. Vide le sue guardie prestare soccorso a chi era presente in quell'area del castello, così si fece spazio tra loro e continuò la sua corsa, controllando sempre che non ci fosse qualcuno che avesse bisogno di aiuto. Si imbattè in Elein e Eriti, erano ancora tra quel fumo in quel maledetto corridoio, si avvicinò a loro nel mentre Elein diceva alla guardia di andare alla ricerca della sorella

Elein! Eriti! Presto dovete lasciare quest'ala del castello...Elein tranquilla, ci penserò io a ritrovare tua sorella, stavo appunto raggiungendo la fine di quest'ala per immettermi nell'ala nord, lasciate che le due guardie vi aiutino, il fumo ormai ha invaso tutto il corridoio e nelle tue condizioni meglio che fanno da apri folla

abbracciò le sue amiche, come se potesse essere l'ultima volta che si sarebbero viste, Ranian sapeva di andare verso un gran pericolo e non sapeva se mai le avrebbe riviste, stava riprendendo la sua corsa ma si fermò, guardò il ventre di Elein e strizzandole l'occhio le disse

Se è femmina chiamala Giada

le sorrise e proseguì, doveva raggiungere l'ufficio dell'Imperatore e essere sicura che fosse stato messo in salvo, per poi andare nell'ala nord dove vi erano gli uffici dei diplomatici. Durante la sua corsa intravide la scorta imperiale, con loro vi era l'Imperatrice, non si fermò, sicura che almeno uno della famiglia imperiale stava per essere messo in salvo. Man mano che correva il fumo le ostruiva le vie respiratorie, provocando colpi di tosse, anche gli occhi ne risentivano e spesso doveva chiuderli per diminuire il bruciore. Ad un tratto della sua corsa senti un rumore, legna che si rompeva, alzò gli occhi al cielo e vide le fiamme che avvolgevano il soffitto. Il suo sguardo si spostò dal corridoio al soffito, doveva farcela, doveva correre più veloce possibile prima che il soffitto cadesse bloccando la via.

Non fermerai la mia corsa

disse al soffitto come se esso fosse una persona, ma qualcosa la trattenne, qualcuno stava correndo verso la sua direzione, si voltò per vedere chi era. Vide l'Imperatrice, non poteva crederci, l'aveva vista al sicuro tra le mani della scorta imperiale e ora era la. Un'altro scoppio, stavolta più forte di quello di prima, ora non ce l'avrebbe fatta di sicuro ad arrivare verso l'ufficio dell'imperatore, il soffitto sarebbe caduto a momenti, così non le restò da fare che una cosa, corse incontro all'Imperatrice bloccandola con entrambi le mani

Vostra Altezza! Ferma! E' Pericoloso...

un forte boato si udì alle sue spalle e si sentiva forte il calore delle fiamme, si voltò e vide parte del soffitto crollato ancora in fiamme che bloccava la via

[ Corridor West Wing - Imperial Palace in Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461 ]

Had arrived in the corridor of the West Wing, where the fire had spread further, the smoke left a worthy vision so repeatedly Ranian had found with those who panicked escaping towards the stairs. She saw his guards give succor to those who were present in that area of the Castle, so did the gap between them and continued his run, always checking that there was someone who needed help. Came across Elein and Erites , were still among the smoke in the damn hallway , approached them in while Elein said the guard to go in search of his sister.

Elein ! Eriti ! Soon you must leave this wing of the castle ... Elein quiet , I will manage to find your sister , I was just reaching the end of this wing by putting them in the north , let the two guards will help you , the smoke has now invaded the hall and in your condition better than they do from open crowd

hugged her friends , as if it could be the last time that would have minded, Ranian knew to go to great danger and did not know if I ever would have seen again , was recovering his race but he stopped , looked at the belly Elein winking at her and told her

If she's a girl call her Giada

She smiled and continued, had reach the Emperor's Office and be sure that it had been saved, then go north wing where there were diplomatic offices. During her run saw the Imperial escort, with them was the Empress, did not stop, sure that at least one of the imperial family was about to be rescued. As she ran the smoke obstructing the respiratory system , causing coughing, even the eyes were not good and often had to close them to reduce the burning sensation. All of a sudden of its run she felt a noise, wood that broke , she looked up to heaven and saw the flames that enveloped the ceiling. Her eyes moved from the hallway to the ceiling , she had to do , had to run as fast as you can before the roof fell blocking the way.

Not going to stop my ride!

said to the ceiling as if it were a person, but something held her back , someone was running towards his direction , turned to see who it was. She saw the Empress, could not believe it , he had seen her safe in the hands of the imperial escort and now she was there . Another explosion , this time stronger than before, now not going to make it for sure arriving to the office of the Emperor, the ceiling would fall times , so the one thing that remained to be done, ran toward the Empress and lock it with both hands

Your Highness ! Stop! Is Dangerous ...

a loud roar was heard behind her and felt strong heat of the flames, turned and saw part of the ceiling fallen still in flames blocking the way
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V.i.o.l.e.t

Among other eagles there was also Maria Costanza, having heard a scream, stepped in to give his help.
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Stormhawk

As every night, Aislinn was in the stables and was arranging her horse.
Even before she heared the screams and the acrid smell of smoke, she saw the horse rearing and kicking. She knew without a doubt that something was going on.
A quick look on the upper floors and she understood with horror the amount of the tragedy they were experiencing.
She opened the door and let go out of the stables her horse, followed by all the others.
Then she took a bucket of water and she overthrew it on herself. Maybe this would be enough to protect her from the flames, or maybe not, but she hadn't much time to reflect and acted on instinct.
Then Aislinn ran up the stairs at breakneck speed. She saw that other guards were warning His Majesty and the other nobles present on the upper floors, then ran straight to the door of her sister, opened it and entered calling loudly Pippa.

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Come tutte le sere, Aislinn era nelle scuderie e stava sistemando il suo cavallo.
Ancora prima di sentire le urla e l'odore acre del fumo, vide il cavallo impennarsi e scalciare. Sapeva senza ombra di dubbio che stava succedendo qualcosa.
Una breve occhiata ai piani superiori e comprese con orrore l'entità del dramma che stavano vivendo.
Aprì la porta delle scuderie e fece uscire il suo cavallo, seguito da tutti gli altri.
Poi prese un secchio d'acqua e se lo rovesciò addosso. Forse questo sarebbe bastato a proteggerla dalle fiamme, o forse no, ma non aveva molto tempo a disposizione per riflettere ed agiva d'istinto.
Poi corse a perdifiato su per le scale. Vide che altre guardie stavano avvertendo Sua Maestà e gli altri nobili presenti ai piani superiori, quindi corse direttamente alla porta di sua sorella, l'aprì di scatto ed entrò chiamando ad alta voce Pippa.
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Jospin81

Dopo aver udito le grida all'allarme, Leonardo aveva corso per aiutare ad evacuare l'infermeria. Giunto fin lì incontrò Magda che aveva un ordine del Generale: andare presso le stalle e aiutare i servi nel tentativo di spegnere il fuoco. L'incendio era enorme e prendeva tutta la parte ovest del Palazzo, ma fortunatamente non aveva preso la parte est... in particolare non aveva colpito le cucine dove molti avevano trovato via di fuga...
La confusione era generale...

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After hearing the cries of alarm, Leonardo was going to help to evacuate the infirmary. Came all the way there he met Magda who had an order of the General: go at the stables and help the servants in an attempt to extinguish the fire. The fire was huge and took the whole west side of the palace, but fortunately had not taken the east part... in particular had not hit the kitchens where many had found an escape route ...
The confusion was general ...

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Elein

She did not pay too much attention to Katamazai and to his speech and she was not sure that he was him! Her only thought was find her sister, advise her of the danger and above all, know that she was safe.
Then arrived the Imperial spokesperson Eriti and, with her phrase, she managed to wrest a smile to Violante

Yes Eriti, I'm ok thanks but...I have to find my sister but the Imperial Chancellery is not so near
Excellency You have to think to Your baby

Massimo was right: Violante could not stay too long in the smoke that had almost completely invaded her office. She thought very fast and said

Massimo, take those files over my desk. We can't loose them - then she spoke to a young guard - YOU! Go to the Imperial Chancellery and find my sister Francesca Sofia, she is the Vice Chancellor: help her and the Imperial Chancellor Salome. Don't leave them alone! Me and Eriti can escape even with a single guard, we're not so silly. What do you think?

Looking at Eriti she prepared herself to run away from her office
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Prezioso983

George sentendo che il suono delle campane non cessava presa la sua spada e corse nei corridoi, sentito l'ordine di andare nelle stalle per aiutare i servi a prendere i secchi d'acqua corse il più velocemente possibile e si mise subito all'opera aiutando i servi.

-- Google translator --

George heard the sound of the bells never stopped taking his sword and ran in the corridors, heard the order to go to the stables to help the servants to take buckets of water ran as fast as possible and set to work helping the servants.
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Elektra.

Le chevalier s'étira, une main vint frotter sa nuque endolorie puis en fit de même sur ses yeux. Elle referma les dossiers d'un mouvement las, ce serait suffisant pour ce soir. De toute façon, veillez plus n'y changerait rien.

A peine avait-elle refermé la porte du bureau, qu'elle entendit des cris. Elle pressa le pas pour sortir de l'aile du palais et s'arrêta, figée sur place, quand elle vit les flammes et la fumée sortir par les premières fenêtres du corps principal du batiment.

Un incendie ! Elle se précipita et croisa l'escorte impériale qui se chargeait d'évacuer la famille impériale. Son pas se transforma en course pour rejoindre les Lames et le reste de la Garde Impériale qui s'activait déjà à faire parvenir de l'eau pour lutter contre le feu.

Les mains en porte voix pour lutter contre le brouhaha de la foule qui commençait à sortir par toutes les portes, elle interpella les chevaliers qu'elle voyait à quelques mètres d'elle. Les gens criaient, pleuraient, toussaient, il fallait les prendre en charge et s'assurer que personne n'était blessé.

Zeiss ! Liam ! Essayez de faire le tour et vérifiez que personne n'a besoin d'aide pour sortir du batiment !

Une jeune femme en larmes trébucha devant elle, sans doute une dame de compagnie du palais, et elle l'emmena un peu à l'écart pour la laisser reprendre son souffle.
Combien de personnes se trouvaient encore coincées dans le palais ? Combien de morts allait faire cet incendie ? Où était l'Empereur ? ...

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The knight stretched her, a hand came rubbing her aching neck and did the same in her eyes. She closed the records of a las motion, it would be enough for tonight. Anyway, watch more would not change anything.

No sooner had she closed the office door, she heard screams. She pressed her step to leave the wing of the palace and stopped, frozen in place when she saw flames and smoke coming from the top windows of the main body of the building.

Fire! She ran and crossed the imperial escort who was in charge of evacuating the imperial family. Her steps turned into a race to join the Blades and the rest of the Imperial Guard who are already activated to send water to fight against the fire.

Hands as megaphone to fight against the hubbub of the crowd that began to get through all the doors, she called the knights she saw a few feet away from her. People were screaming, were crying, were coughing, it was necessary to take charge and to make sure that no one was injured.

Zeiss! Liam! Try to shop around and make sure nobody needs help to get out of the building!

A young woman stumbled in tears in front of her, probably a lady of the palace, and she took her a little aside to let her catch her breath. How many people were still trapped in the palace? How many deaths would make the fire? Where was the Emperor? ...
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Grand Maitre de l'ODL , Chevalier Imperial de Colmar

Lucrezia59

Lucrezia aveva appena finito di stillare l'ultima cartella medica quando un suono lontano, un suon greve la mise in allarme.

Si alzò quasi rovesciando la pesante sedia, riconobbe dai rintocchi della campana quale fosse l'allarme dato: c'è un incendio .

I miei pazienti ! disse mentre stava per precipitarsi fuori dalla stanza quando si ritrovò faccia a faccia con un'altra guardia.

Lucrezia, con fare sicuro e senza perdere il controllo della situazione ordinò che i malati fossero evacuati.

Non voglio vedere nessuno correre a destra e sinistra senza concludere nulla, mettereste in pericolo i nostri pazienti.

Si rivolse alla guardia che era stata mandata ad aiutarla.

Buldozzer, presto ordina ai servi di prendere le barelle e di portarle con accuratezza giù nel cortile, bisogna prendere delle coperte per coprire i malati.
Accompagnali, farai loro da aprifila in modo che non si perdano nel fumo che inizia ad invadere i corridoi.
Io sarò l'ultima a lasciare il reparto per assicurarmi che nessuno sia stato dimenticato.
Vai, ci vediamo fra poco sotto.

Lucrezia had just finished the last ooze medical records when a distant sound, a sound heavy, put it in alarm.

He stood almost knocking over the heavy chair, recognized by the tolling of the bell which the alarm was given: there is a fire.

My patients! he said as he was about to rush out of the room when he came face to face with another guard.

Lucrezia, with safe and do not lose control of the situation he ordered that the sick were evacuated.

I do not want to see anyone run right and left without concluding anything, would put at risk our patients.

He turned to the guard who had been sent to help her.

Bulldozers, early orders the servants to take the stretchers and bring them with accuracy down in the yard, you have to take blankets to cover the sick.
Accompany them, do them aprifila so it does not get lost in the smoke begins to invade the corridors.
I will be the last to leave the ward to make sure that no one has been forgotten.
Go on, I'll see you shortly below.
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Liz_von_frayner

Figée au milieu de la pièce, l’oreille tendue vers les cloches qui se faisaient assourdissantes, elle était sur le point de courir en direction de la grande fenêtre, voyant soudain les murs des bâtiments en face se teinter en orange et rouge, mais elle n’en eut pas le temps. La porte s’ouvrit à la volée, laissant passer le Capitaine de l’Escorte, Lestat sur les talons et suivit de près par Sarah. Sans lui laisser le temps de protester, il la recouvrit de sa cape tout en tentant de l’entraîner vers le couloir.

Le feu pourrait gagner rapidement, Majesté. Il vous faut sortir.

Le feu. Il avait dit le feu ? C’était donc cela, cette odeur âcre qui se faisait plus présente à chaque seconde ?

Sortir ?

Hâtez-vous, Majesté... Où se trouve votre époux ? Toujours à son bureau ?

Ou… oui… Je l’avais fait mander, mais… .. mon dieu.. faites que quelqu’un l’ait prévenu.. et les enfants... je ne sais pas où ils sont… Luisa doit être dans sa chambre…

La panique commençait à la gagner, voyant qu’une épaisse fumée envahissait petit à petit le large couloir, alors que les cris de ceux qui commençaient à fuir résonnaient dans les couloirs, couvrant ceux qui montaient depuis la rue.

Mais.. nous ne pouvons pas partir.. pas sans mon époux et mes enfants. Il faut aller le chercher… trouver mes enfants… et …

L’air lui manquait, mais elle se dégagea d’un coup d’épaule, la voix proche de l’hystérie. Comment pouvaient-ils seulement imaginer une seule seconde qu’elle se laisserait docilement emmener à l’abri du danger ?

Il faut que je trouve l’Empereur… Je ne ferai pas un pas de plus sans mon époux … Vous m’entendez ??

Et elle se lança dans le couloir enfumé, bousculant Sarah au passage, en direction du bureau impérial.

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Planted in the middle of the room, the ear stretched out towards the bells which becoming deafening, she was about to run in the direction of the big window, seeing suddenly the walls of buildings being tinged in orange and red, but she did not have time for. The door opened, letting the Captain of the Escort in, Lestat on heels and followed closely by Sarah. Without letting her the time to protest, he covered her with his cape while trying to pull her towards the corridor.

Fire could win quickly , Majesty . You must get out.

The fire. He had said the fire? That was it, this bitter smell which was more present every second?

Out of here?

Hasten , Majesty ... Where is your husband? Always in his office ?

Yes.. yes … I had made him summon, but .. my God… Make that somebody warned him and… I don't know where are my children… I do not know where they are … Luisa should be in her room …

The panic began to gain her, seeing that a thick smoke invaded little by little the wide corridor, while the shouts of those who began to run away resounded, covering those which rose from outside.

But we cannot leave without my husband and my children. It is necessary to fetch him… to find my children and …

The air missed her, but she got free with a sudden movement of shoulder, the voice close to the hysteria. How could they only imagine a single second that she would docilely follow them out of danger?

I have to find the Emperor … I will not make one more step without my husband … Do you hear me??

And she dashed into the smoky corridor, pushing aside Sarah, in the direction of the imperial office.
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Buldozzer

Si era rigettato immediatamente all'interno quando si sentì chiamare:
"Buldozzer, presto ordina ai servi di prendere le barelle e di portarle con accuratezza giù nel cortile, bisogna prendere delle coperte per coprire i malati.
Accompagnali, farai loro da aprifila in modo che non si perdano nel fumo che inizia ad invadere i corridoi.
Io sarò l'ultima a lasciare il reparto per assicurarmi che nessuno sia stato dimenticato.
Vai, ci vediamo fra poco sotto!!"

Con un cenno del capo annuì facendo capire di aver compreso, e subito si mise in mezzo ai corridoi cercando di portare organizzazione.
Salì su una cassa che in precedenza era servita per contenere unguenti curativi, e tirò fuori più fiato che potè per farsi sentire:

"Calma gente!!! CALMA!!!!"
Un accenno di attenzione riuscì ad ottenerla. Guardò verso 3 uomini e ordinò loro di prendere delle coperte e coprire i malati da portare all'esterno. Ad altri 2 ordinò di prendere dell'acqua da bere e di aiutare con le barelle. Ad altri incaricò di prendere qualunque straccio, tenda o indumento rosso, e di indossarlo in modo che si potessero riconoscere meglio anche nella nube di fumo. Avrebbero dovuto aiutarlo a guidare all'esterno soccorritori e soccorsi.....

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It was rejected immediately inside when he heard himself called:
[i] "bulldozers, early orders the servants to take the stretchers and bring them with accuracy down in the yard, you have to take blankets to cover the sick.
Accompany them, do them aprifila so it does not get lost in the smoke begins to invade the corridors.
I will be the last to leave the ward to make sure that no one has been forgotten.
Go on, I'll see you in a little under! "[/ I]

With a nod of his head nodded, making it clear that you understand, and immediately got in the way to the corridors trying to bring organization.
He climbed on a box that was previously served to contain healing ointments, and pulled out of breath as he could to make himself heard:

[b] "Calm down people! CALM!" [/ b]
A hint of attention was able to get it. He looked up at 3 men and ordered them to take blankets and cover the sick to bring the outside. 2 other ordered him to fetch some water to drink and to help with stretchers. Instructed to take any other cloth, curtain or red garment, and wear it so that it could better recognize also in the cloud of smoke. They should help to drive outside rescuers and rescue .....
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Non c'è cattivo più cattivo di un buono che diventa cattivo!!

Evrard

A part pour les cérémonie Evrard n'était que peut présent au Palais, maintenant qu'il était Chevalier il se devait d'être présent la plus souvent afin de répondre à l'appel de l'Empereur quelque soit l'heure. Ce soir la il traversait les couloirs sans but vraiment précis, se posant encore et encore la même question dans sa caboche qui risquait d'exploser. Il s'arrêta devant des gardes afin de discuter un peut, savoir s'il n'y avait rien d’inhabituel. Le jeune homme ne devait pas oublier qu'il était également membre des Lames et ainsi pourvoir à la sécurité de l'Empereur.
Alors que les gardes répondaient par la négation un son de cloche se fit entendre au loin, pensant qu'il s'agissait d'une cloche de village le Chambellan s'en retourna afin de voir si une aide pouvait leur être apporté. Bien loin de se douter de ce qui arrivait il allongeait le pas sentant déjà l'odeur acre de la fumée et le son de cloche de plus en plus proche. Tout à coup il réalisa en voyant les domestiques s’affairant en tout sens vers les points d'eau avec des seaux ou autre récipient.
Il ne marchait plus mais courrait afin d'atteindre les appartements de l'Empereur quand il aperçu ses camarades. Le Chevalier mit deux foulés de plus pour les rejoindre. Les ordres étaient clair et le jeune homme s'empressa de retenir un jeune homme se dirigeant vers le feu et le rediriger vers les portes.
Evrard appela deux gardes afin de l'accompagner pour que l'évacuation soit plus rapide.
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Evrard de Melchir, marié à Myosoti!

Findecano

In all haste Findecano ran through the streets towards the palace. Citizens looked out of their windows, awaken by the loud tolling of the heavy bells, wondering what was going on.

As he got closer to his destination, his eyes fell on the sky. He could see clouds, but they were very low in the sky and reflecting orange. The smell of fire, which was very strong in a city because of all the fireplaces in the many houses, was stronger and he did not need more clues than this to know there was a fire, somewhere in the city.

As soon as he reached the Imperial Palace, he saw the stage of the imminent disaster. It could not have been worse. The Palatium itself was burning. Columns of smoke were starting to rise and people were massing in front.

The fire was progressing rapidly and Findecano feared for the lives of all of those who were inside, but also the rest of the city. The fire could spread to other buildings, buildings that were packed tightly together inside the city walls. He knew what fire could do to a city like this. Dordrecht, the city which he governed as burgrave, had suffered greatly because of a fire in 1457. Big parts were laid to ashes and many lives were lost. Something had to be done to prevent a catastrophic tragedy.

Just as he wanted to shout to the gathering of people, captain Lestad appeared next to him. He answered his questions: A fire, that is all I know. But we just can't stand here idly, we must do something..

Then Findecano addressed the people, hoping his loud voice would be stronger than the thundering blaze. Citizens of Strasbourg! We must do something to save to palace and your homes! The fire will spread if it is not stopped! Collect as many buckets as possible and form lines to extinguish the fire!

Some people were moving and he wondered if the efforts of the people would be enough. Survivors came out of the palace one by one, but it was clear that there would have to be still a lot of people inside. They had to be rescued. The Emperor and everyone else had to be saved!

Findecano didn't hesitate for a moment. He ran towards the Palace and entered it. He had to do his duty...
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[~*~] Je vivroie liement, douce creature, se vous savies vraiement qu'en vous fust parfaitement ma cure [~*~]

Zeiss

[Français]

Les yeux en l'air et l'oreille tendue, Zeiss finit par se retourner en entendant des pas arriver jusqu'à lui.

Alors c'est bien un feu. Non, je ne sais pas où elle est, j'étais là par hasard et...

L'homme s'arrêta de parler en voyant sa soeur plus loin, qui finit par les interpeller. D'un vif signe de tête, il signifia qu'il avait compris.

Liam, va par là, je m'occupe de ce côté!

Sur ces mots, le Commandeur se lança dans les couloirs, arrêtant sa course lorsqu'il croisait des gens qui semblaient perdus. Un domestique apeuré par ici, un cuisinier affolé par là, une femme de chambre paniquée autre part... Il fallait faire vite.

You can't stay here, the fire progresses quickly. Run in this direction, you will find the exit.

Maudit palais impérial, le Cavalier était forcé de parler anglais pour être sûr qu'on le comprenne. Normalement, tout le monde pouvait comprendre ses mots emprunt d'un léger accent français. Et si ça ne suffisait pas, ses gestes étaient clairs.

Plus il progressait dans les couloirs, plus il sentait une chaleur étouffante l'accabler. Il fallait qu'il soit sûr que personne ne s'était perdu.
Il finit par apercevoir plus loin un groupe de domestiques qui semblaient perdus.

Come on! Run over there! Dit-il en montrant la direction par de grand gestes. Il n'était même pas certains de l'exactitude de ses phrases anglophones...

[English]

The eyes in the air and stretched ear, Zeiss turned round at hearing footsteps reach him.

So it is a fire. No, I do not know where she is, I was there by chance ...

The man stopped talking when he saw his sister away, which ends by challenging them. With a quick nod, he meant that he understood.

Liam, goes by there I take care of this side.

With these words, the Commander embarked in the corridors, stopping the race when he was crossing people who seemed lost. A frightened household here, a distraught cook there, a maid panicked other hand ... He had to act quickly.

You can't stay here, the fire progresses quickly. Run in this direction, you will find the exit.

Damn Imperial Palace, the Cavalier was forced to speak English to be sure we understood him. Normally, everyone could understand his words tinged by a slight French accent. And if that was not enough, his actions were clear.

The more he was progressing in the hallways, the more he felt the sweltering heat overwhelming him. He had to be sure no one was lost.
He eventually see later a group of servants who seemed lost.

Come on! Run over there! He said, pointing to the direction with big gestures. It was not even certain of the accuracy of his English sentences ...
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Katamazai

Gli ordini erano chiari e lui non disobbediva mai agli ordini ma adesso ?
Stava facendo di tutto per mettere in salvo più persone possibile nonostante gli occhi gli bruciassero per via del fumo e la gola fosse arsa ma niente molte di quelle teste blasonate si sentivano superiori al lui benche nobile e Ufficiale delle Aquile Imperiali e volevano fare come volevano anzi lo repurtavano un grezzo perchè non usava il galateo in situazioni ncome queste per cui si guardò intorno e vide che le guardie che davano ausilio erano molte per cui senza pensare due volte su cosa fare si diresse verso l'uscita dell'ala ovest e si portò alle stalle dove sarebbe stato sicuramente più utili

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The orders were clear and he never disobeyed the orders but now?
Was doing everything possible to rescue people as possible in spite of his eyes burned with the smoke and the throat was parched but nothing many of those heads emblazoned felt superior to him, although noble and officer of the Imperial Eagles Forum and wanted to do as he pleases indeed considered him a rough because he did not use the etiquette in these situations so he looked around and saw that many were using guards that gave so without thinking twice about what to do headed for the exit of the west wing and led to the stables where he would be definitely more useful.
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Lestad

Lestad noded to Findecano. He would answered him, but in this moment the Captain from the Dutch ran into the Building.
"Soldier Christin_Marie. arrange a hospital for the people who come out of the palace. Find doctor. All Men who are not ill, have to take buckets with water and fight against the fire. All women who are not ill, have to help you to care the ill people."

Then Lestad began to followed Findecano. It is not good, that he ran alone into the building with fire. "Findecano, we have to find the emporer and his family"
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Maggico

AR FOCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

GRIDO' CORENDO QUASI NUDO , SARTANDO DALLA FINESTRA E CADENDO IN UN CARRO DI FIENO POSTO NEL PIAZZALE SOTTOSTANTE!!!!!

Citation:

ITALIANO

TRADUZIONE DAL ROMANESCO (LINGUA ROMANA):IN UN LINGUAGGIO TUTTO SUO GRIDO' AL FUOCO E NEL FRATTEMPO,SENZA CURARSI DI ESSERE QUASI NUDO,SI LANCIO' DA UNA FINESTRA DOVE,PER PURA FORTUNA,EBBE A TROVARVI UN CARRO PIENO DI FIENO CHE ATTUTI LA CADUTA E CHE GLI SALVO LA VITA

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TRANSLATION FROM THE ROMAN (ROMAN LANGUAGE): IN A LANGUAGE ALL HER CRY 'FIRE AND MEANWHILE, HEAL THEMSELVES WITHOUT BEING ALMOST NAKED, YOU THROW' FROM A WINDOW WHERE TO PURE LUCK HAD to see you A WAGON FULL OF HAY THAT deadened THE FALL AND THAT THE SAVE THE LIFE

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Johanna

In the night of the 31. September on the 1st October
In the streets around the Imperial Palace

“Stay here.”, mumbled Johanna and thought of her fiancé. It hadn’t been an order, but it was his wish. A wish she really would like to follow. She stood fully dressed at her window, looking outside. The tavern wasn’t far from the Imperial Palace to give Findecano the chance to do his daily duty in a short time. Outside the window she saw this Imperial Palace. And above it a dark cloud of smoke an yellow and red lights. She heard the bell and the shouts of the men and women who ran scared away or moved to the palace to look.

She stared out the window. A second. A minute. Then she moved, she left her room and run down the stairs, through the door of the tavern and out on the streets towards the palace. She had to help. She wasn’t married with Findecano yet. She didn’t have to follow his orders already. He would be angry with her. She knew. It would be the first time he would be angry. But she couldn’t resist. She really had to help. Two streets away from the palace she met a line of people moving buckets from one to another. She joined the line. She helped to move one bucket full of water nearer to the palace and empty ones down to the river.

Soon her hands hurt. But she stayed in the line. Sweat dripped down her forehead into her eyes. She wiped it away with the back of her hands before she handed again one bucket up and one down the line. One bucket after the other…
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Audric

Adversus periculum naturalis ratio permittit se defendere
Imperial Palace - Somewhere on the first floor

French

Le baron marchait dans les couloirs quand les cloches se mirent à sonner. Une alerte ? Que se passait-il. La main gauche se posa sur l'épée, le premier reflexe fut de gravire deux par deux les marches du grand escalier quand il tomba sur le Lieutenant Lestat qui lui ordonna de redoubler de vitesse pour le suivre. Abandonnant son poste l'Increvable enjemba les dernières marches et arriva en trombe face à l'escorteur:

"Qu'est ce qui se passe ?"

Le feu... pas besoin d'en dire d'avantage, il lui indiqua la direction et les deux hommes se dirigèrent vers les appartements de l'Impératrice. Un air lourd et chaud commençait clairement à se faire sentir, le Baron toussa avant de prendre un bout de tissu qu'il utilisait régulièrement pour nettoyer son épée comme protection par dessus son nez et sa bouche. L'odeur du bois brûlé avait beau être parfumée elle n'en restait pas moins dangereuse.

Le capitaine posait des questions à l'Impératrice qui dans la précipitation des événements commençait à paniquer. L'Empereur où était-il ?!?

Audric regarda Lestat qui faisait volte-face pour se rendre au cuisine.

"Je me charge de l'étage je vais fouiller chaque chambre"

Puis tout s'enchaina, au milieu de la fumée, des cris et de la peur, l'Impératrice se dégagea et s'enfonça dans le corridor bousculant Sarah, le Capitaine à sa suite.

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English

The baron walked in corridors when bells ring. An alert ? The left hand settledon the sword, the first one reflexe was crossing two by two the walking of staircase when he fell on Lieutenant Lestat who ordered him to double speed to follow him. Abandoning its post the "Increvable" crossing the last steps and arrived in whirlwind in front of him Lieutnant:

"What arrives ?"

The fire ... not need to say more, he indicated him the direction and both men went to the apartments of the Empress. A heavy and hot air began clearly be smelt, the Baron coughed before taking an end of tissue which he used regularly to clean his sword, as protection on his nose and his mouth. The smell of the burned wood might be perfumed it remained not less dangerous.

The captain asked questions to the Empress who in the haste of the events began to panic. The Emperor where was he ?!?

Audric looked at Lestat who turn to go in cook to search the children

"I stay here in this level and I search in every room!"

But everything was linked, in the middle of the smoke, the shouts and of the fear, the Empress got free and sank into the corridor pushing Sarah, and the Captain follow her.
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Nabila

[Office of the Imperial Vicechancellor, night between 30 of September and the 1st of October 1461]

The Imperial ViceChancellor sat in her office. She was looking at the moon outside the windows of the room thinkin' at the time spent in the Imperial Chancellery, at the war in Geneva and many other things. Despite Sofia was totally reestablished, she still walked with a baton as help. It was everything calm in the imperial palace, many ministers surely already slept, others still silently worked at their desks but noone could know what in few minutes would happen.

When a bell started ring the imperial palace suddenly started to be full of noise. Some servants were shouted that the building was on fire, a lot of people were running around to tell everyone that they must went out of the Palace.

Sofia slowly got up from the armchair and she directed, slowly as before, toward the door while Giovanni was running in her direction.

"What's going on, Giovanni? Where is the Emperor? Salome? Violante? Are they in safe?"

She asked without taking breath.
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Cavaliere dell' Ordo Equitum Immortalium - Grazie Croci *.*

Sarah_elisabeth

Sarah who went to see her colleagues of the Escort was stopped by the Toscin and when Lieutenant Lestat walked past her, shouting her name, she did not take the time to think and followed him at high speed. She eventually catch up to the imperial apartments where Louis was already present to remove the imperial family like the Escorts had to in such moments. She quickly listened to instructions. Apparently the children were not in their apartments. It was not yet the time to procrastinate, fires took and always spread faster when they were launched. Lestat already offered to take over the search kitchens. Good guess knowing the greed of the princess. Sarah on the other hand turned to the Empress to make sure all was well and seek information.

Your Highness would have an idea of ??where we can find your children now? Once we have been able to locate, we will arrange to evacuate. You need to find shelter as quickly as possible.

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Sarah qui passait voir ses collègues de l'Escorte avait été interpelée par le toscin et lorsque le lieutenant Lestat passa devant elle en criant son nom, elle ne prit pas le temps de réfléchir et lui emboita le pas à vive allure. Elle finit par le rattraper devant les appartements impériaux où se trouvait déjà Louis, présent pour évacuer la famille impériale comme se devait l'Escorte dans de tels moments. Elle écouta rapidement les consignes. Visiblement les enfants n'étaient pas dans leurs appartements. Il n'était pourtant pas le temps de tergiverser, les feux prenaient et se répandaient toujours vite quand ils étaient lancés. Lestat déjà proposait de prendre en charge la fouille des cuisines. Bonne supposition connaissant la gourmandise de la princesse. Sarah pour sa part se tourna vers l'impératrice pour s'assurer que tout allait bien et lui demander des renseignements.

Votre altesse auriez vous une idée d'où peuvent se trouver vos enfants à l'heure actuelle? Dès que nous aurons pu les localisez, nous nous occuperons de les évacuer. Vous devez vous mettre à l'abri au plus vite.
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Eriti

[Office of the Imperial Spokeperson - Imperial Palace of Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461]

That evening Eriti had a bad headache, it seems like an entire platoon was marching in it, making her veins pulse stronger every minutes.
On the table there were many parchment from Siena. The situation in the republic was still under observation of the Empire, and every news she received, will be read and reported to the Emperor if they were important. Documents, reports, rumours, she was reading all of them, notes the most interesting on a parchment aside.

She just took a pause, closing her eyes and putting an hand over the forehead. The silence, the quiet, the dark of the room with only few candlelight to keep her company, and the sound of the fire, invited her to a restful sleep.
She was almost fall asleep, when the bells start to sound. At the beginning they were only a far sound, but quickly they became stronger, and with them many voices rose up.
Half asleep, she opened her eyes suddenly, and for a short time she believed she were back on a battlefield, like years before.
But that years were very far, she wasn't more a soldiers.

Trying to fully awake, she listened the voices coming from the corridors better, and soon the words "fire" and "the imperial palace is burning" were catch by her ears.

She stood up, with a little dizziness for the headache and the tiredness, and ran out the rooms. Servants, soldiers, everyone ran, someone to the entrance to escape from such hell, someone to the Emperor and Empress' rooms.
In that moments, she whispered an italian curse, and she thankfull that very few people would be able to understand it, and no one would be paid attention to her words in such situation.

There was no time for the fear. It was a battlefield as the previously she saw.
She turned back in her office, and put in a bag the most valuable documents. In the same time a man entered abruptly in her office. Firstly he broked the windows, then he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room.

How you dare?! - said Eriti, and with a tug freed the arm. Now she was perfectly awake.
I perfectly know the danger where we are, you are not talking with a newbie, soldiers - in that caos, Eriti didn't recognize the man.

The man left her with another guard, and ran away to the next office. Eriti glared the man "who will take her in a safe place" then her attention was captured from the same treatment reserved to the President of the Imperial Diet.
She walked towards Violante, and put an hand on her shoulder.

Are you ok, Violante? - she asked - So rude with a pregnat woman - whispered - men!
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Se la gente ti critica lo fa per due motivi: o non sa come impiegare il tempo o vorrebbe essere dannatamente come te.

Katamazai

Palazzo Imperiale, Uffici della Dieta Imperiale e alloggi dei Ministri imperiali,notte tra il 30 Settembre ed il 1 Ottobre 1461[color=red]

Katamazai stava percorrendo i corridoi dell'ala ovest dove si trovavano gli Uffici della dieta Imperiale e gli alloggi dei Ministri Imperiali e del Reggente, nell'avanzare il funo si faceva sempre più intenso e per respirare ed avere una migliore visibilità con la sua mazza di legno rompeva ogni finestra che trovava nel suo camino per permettere al fumo di uscire fuori.
Giunto nella zona della Dieta Imperiale iniziò ad aprire le porte degli uffici per vedere se i vari ministri e consiglieri fossero ancora lì e ne trovò alcuni in preda al panico e alla confusione.
La prima fu il Portavoce Imperiale Eriti che nella stanza piena di fumo stava cercando di mettere in salvo le pergamene con i vari editti tradotti, Katamazai rotta la finestra per far uscire il fumo prese per un braccio la Madama, in questi casi il galateo non era consigliato se si voleva vivere, e le disse:

Perdonatemi Eccellenza per il modo brusco ma la situazione è pericolosa un incendio nell'ala ovest sta distruggendo tutto lasciate stare le pergamene ne abbiamo copie nello scriptorium e seguite la guardia che vi porterà al sicuro.

e con un cenno del capo fece capire alla guardia di occuparsi del Portavoce e di non sbagliare altrimenti lo avrebbe fatto correre per giorni .
Lsciata Eriti con la guardia si affacciò alla porta aperta dell'ufficio del Presidente della dieta Imperiale e vide Elein in difficoltà che non sapeva cosa fare aiutata dal suo servitore Massimo entrò nella stanza e rivolgendosi ad Elein disse:

Eccellenza rimanete calma vista la vostra situazione di maternità e ascoltate il vostro aiutante Massimo vi metto a disposizione due guardie perchè vi aiutino ad uscire fuori in un luogo più sicuro, seguiteli e fidatevi di me e di loro e nessuno si farà male se cercate qualcuno sarà mia precisa disposizione di farlo rintracciare e portare in sicuro.

con una pacca sulla spalla destra di Massimo per rassicurarlo gli fece cenno di seguire le guardie e di curare con attenzione la sua paesana Elein anche se sapeva che non ce ne era bisogno.
Uscito dalla stanza passò a quella seguente dove trovò sua Eccellenza Arezus e avvicinandogli gli disse:

Eccellenza vi prego di seguire la guardia che vi metto a disposizione vi condurrà in un liogo sicuro le fiamme hanno ormai preso possesso dell'ala ovest e il pericolo si fa sempre più evidente come il fumo che piena questa stanza, vi prego di seguirlo e tutto andrà per il meglio

Assegnati gli ordini alla guardia continuò a cercare ma ormai il fumo aveva avvolto tutto rendendo la visibilità mediocre per cui a tentoni con un fazzoletto bagnato sulla bocca e sul naso avanzò in ogni stanza rompendo i vetri per far uscire il fumo e rendere maggiore la visibilità.
Le stanze degli uffici era terminate ma aveva lasciato alcune guardie a controllare che ancora ci fosse qualcuno e entrò nella zona degli alloggi delle Eccelenze quando vide un servo che batteva forte ad una porta mezzo soffocato dal fumo, si precipitò da lui chiedendogli chi ci fosse nella stanza:

Chi siete e chi c'è nella stanza?

La risposta fu come un pugno in faccia era ernest il maggiordomo del Reggente sua Eccellenza Comyr, fece portare via il maggiordomo e si mise a picchiare con la mazza di legno sulla porta, porta robusta ma anche il bastone lo era e dopo un po un asse cedette e riuscì ad aprire la porta ed entrare.
Sua Eccellenza stava domerdo nonostante la confusione ed il fumo per cui gli si avvicinò e lo scosse con delicatezza ma non ricevendo nessuna risposta pensando fosse svenuto prese la brocca d'acqua sul comodino e la rovesciò sul volto di sua Eccellenza che fece un salto e guardandolo male disse qualcosa di incomprensibile, ma Katamazai non si fece problemi e glin disse:

Mi scuso per il gesto Eccellenza ma un incendio sta distruggendo l'ala ovest e non avevo tempo per essere più cortese vi prego vestitevi velocemente che una guardia vi attende per portarvi in sicuro dove già è stato portato il vostro servo Ernest.

Lasciato il Reggente nelle mani di due guardie per farlo portare in salvo passò alla camera della consulente dell'Imperatore Pippa, bussò alla sua porta con tutta la forza che aveva e dopo alcuni minuti vide la porta aprirsi quanto basta per poter parlare senza intravedere nulla e l'Eccellenza alquanto ancora stordita dal sonno chiese cosa stesse succedendo e cosa fosse quel fumo e Katamazai le spiego :

Vostra Eccellenza un incendio sta distruggendo l'ala ovest mi scuso per l'avervi disturbato ma il tempo stringe ele fiamme stanno arrivando come potete intuire dal fumo vi prego di vestirvi velocemente e di seguire le guardie che vi accompagneranno in un luogo sicuro, vi lascio nelle loro mani io devo continuare a cercare alcune persone che non ho ancora trovato.

Lasciò due guardie fuori dalla porta di Pippa e continuo a bussare alle porte sperando di avere risposte celeri.

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English version

Imperial Palace, the Offices of the Imperial Diet and accommodation of Ministers imperial night between September 30 and October 1, 1461

Katamazai was walking the halls of the west wing where they were the offices of the Imperial Diet and the lodgings of the Imperial ministers and the Regent, in advancing the smoke grew more and more intense and breathe and have better visibility with his bat Wood broke every window that was in his chimney to allow the smoke to get out.
Arrived in the area of the Imperial Diet began to open the doors of the offices to see if the various ministers and advisers were still there and he found some in a panic and confusion.
The first was the Speaker Imperial Eriti that in the smoke-filled room was trying to rescue the scrolls with various edicts translated, Katamazai broken the window to let out the smoke caught his arm Excellence, in these cases the etiquette is not was recommended if you want to live, and said:

Forgive Excellence for the abrupt way the situation is dangerous, but a fire in the west wing is destroying all let alone the scrolls we have copies in the scriptorium and follow the guard that will take you to safety.

and with a nod of his head made him realize the guard to take care of the Spokesperson and not to make mistakes otherwise he would run for days.
Eriti left with the guard appeared at the open door of the office of President of the Imperial Diet and saw Elein in trouble he did not know what to do aided by his servant Massimo entered the room and addressing Elein said:

Excellency stay calm view your situation maternity and listen to your aide Massimo available I put two guards because they will help you to come out in a safer place, follow them and trust me and them and nobody gets hurt if someone will try my particular provision of track and bring it in safely.

with a pat on his right shoulder to reassure him by Massimo motioned for him to follow the guards and to pay attention to his peasant Elein even though he knew there was not need.
Passed out of the room to the next one where he found his Excellency Arezus and approaching him said:

Your Excellency please follow the guard that I put at the disposal will take you to a safe place, the flames have now taken possession of the west wing and the danger becomes more and more evident as the smoke that filled this room, please follow him and everything will be fine

Orders assigned to the guard kept trying but now the smoke had wrapped around making visibility poor so fumble with a wet handkerchief over his mouth and nose stepped in every room smashing the windows to let the smoke out and make greater visibility.
The rooms of the offices was completed but had left some guards to check that there was still someone entered the housing area of excellences when he saw a servant who was pounding on a door half-suffocated by the smoke, rushed to him asking who was there in the room:

Who are you and who is in the room?

The answer was like a punch in the face was ernest Butler Regent His Excellency Comyr, brought by the butler and began to beat with a wooden mallet on the door, but the door sturdy stick and after a while it was an axis gave way and he managed to open the door and enter.
His Excellency was dormedo despite the confusion and the smoke that went up to him and shook him gently but getting no answer thinking he fainted took the jug of water on the bedside table and poured on the face of his Excellency that jumped and looking evil said something unintelligible, but felt that she could not Katamazai and said:

I apologize for the gesture Excellency, but a fire is destroying the west wing and I had no time to be more polite please get dressed faster than a guard is waiting to take you safely where it has already been brought your servant Ernest.

Left the Regent into the hands of two guards to do to rescue the Emperor went to the room of the consultant Pippa, knocked on his door with all the strength he had, and a few minutes later saw the door open just enough to be able to speak without a glimpse of anything and Excellence at the still dazed from sleep wondered what was going on and what it was that smoke and Katamazai I'll explain:

Your Excellency a fire is destroying the west wing I apologize for having disturbed but time is running ele flames are coming as you can guess from the smoke please get dressed quickly and followed the guards who will accompany you in a safe place , I leave in their hands I have to keep looking for some people who have not yet found.

He left two guards outside the door of Pippa and I keep knocking on doors hoping to get speedy answers.
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Christin_marie

Unterkünfter der Aquilae Imperatoris in der Nacht zum 1. Gilbhart 1461

Im Schein der Kerzen sass Christin, mit einem Becher Wein und lass den Brief ihrer Kinder. Es schien beiden, bei den Eltern ihres verstorbenen Mannes, gut zu gehen, ein wehmütiges Lächeln glitt über ihre Züge. Grade als sie ein Pergament vor sich gelegt und die Feder in das Tintenfass getaucht hatte, hörte sie die Glocken. Ruckartig fuhr sie aus dem Stuhl, liess die Feder fallen und begabt sich vor die Tür. Dort sah sie schon einige Soldaten und vernahm die Rufe, sie blickte sich um und eilte in die Richtung woher die Rufe kamen. "Feuer" schwirrte es in ihrem Kopf, als sie Lestad erblickte lief sie auf diesen zu. Vor innere Anspannung vergass sie das Protokoll und sprach ihn einfach an "Wie kann ich helfen, werter Lestad?"

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Quaters of Aquilae Imperatoris on the night of 1 Gilbhart 1461

In the light of the candles sat Christin, with a cup of wine and reads the letter of their children. It seemed both to go well at the parents of her deceased husband, a wistful smile crossed her face. Just as she had placed a parchment in front of her and dipped the quill in the inkwell, she heard the bells. Abruptly she went out of the chair, let the quill fall and hurried in front of the door. There she saw quite a few soldiers, and heard the calls, she looked around and headed in the direction whence the callss came. "Fire" is buzzing in her head, when she saw lestad ran them on this. Inner tension before she forgot the protocol and simply spoke to him "How can I help, dear Lestad?"

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Lglvh

Le capitaine était grognon, enervé, sous pression et c’était pas le moment de le faire caguer.
Le crissement de la plume qui frotte contre le parchemin, maniée par une main rageuse et crispée me faisait grincer des dents.

Il me tendit ses missives à la hâte et discrètement j’avais emprunté un peu de cire pour les cacheter.

Des cloches…

Comme une odeur de roussi…Mon sang ne fit qu’un tour

Je rangeais les lettres dans ma besace et suivit Louis à travers le couloir.,un léger détour par le bureau de garde

Audric, Sarah le feu ! venez !

Je repartis au pas de course derrière le capitaine. Faut dire que le géant était rapide et qu’ilme fallait mettre les bouchées doubles pour le rattraper

Je fis irruption dans l’appartement impérial et tandis que le brun s’occupait de l’impératrice, je cherchais du regard les enfants. C’est toujours fourré dans les jambes un gosse, sauf bien sûr quand on le cherche.

Altesse,ou sont les enfants ? Vous savez ou le feu a pris ?

Je respirais un grand coup

Louis ,faut qu’on s’sépare, J’vais faire un tour aux cuisines.

The captain was grumpy, pissed under pressure and it was not the time to do caguer.
The crunch of the pen that rubs against the parchment, wielded by an angry clenched hand and made me cringe.

He handed me his letters hastily and quietly I borrowed a little wax for sealing.

Bells ...

As a smell of burning ... My blood ran cold

I was putting the letters in my bag and followed Louis through the corridor., A slight detour to the office guard

Audric, Sarah fire! come on!

I returned at a run behind the captain. Must say that the giant was quick and qu'ilme had to work extra hard to catch

I burst into the apartment and imperial brown while taking care of the Empress, I looked around for the kids. It is always filled in the legs a kid, except of course when we look for.

Highness, or are the children?

I breathed a big hit

Louis, we have to s'separed, I'll take a ride in the kitchen
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Le_g.

Imperial Escort - Imperial Palace Strasbourg - Night of 30 September to 1 October 1461

Busy at his desk, the Captain Escort ended scrolls, whose writing gave him the wrong head. Seriously, it would eventually crack. All these noble beginning to annoy him tremendously ! Others were responsible for the security of the Palace at this moment , and Escorts were rather quiet , returning from Augsburg with Their Majesties at full gallop . They had burst horses, changed several of relays are to continue , and return quickly to the land of Lorraine. Angry, he continued to write and character Everyman resurfaced .

Lest ? You can pass this?

It refile her recipes , some of which are stained with ink . No wax seal , even if he has enough to put normally , but now it takes no time , and then it is not in its usual. It is a nod to his Lieutenant, and straightens , going to the window in two strides , when he hears the bells .

Forget it ! Call Audric and with me!

He grabs his cloak he had placed on the back of his chair, tumbles rapidly near the apartment of Their Majesties , without really taking the time to strike , finding himself face to face with Liz . Fortunately, despite the late hour , she was not lying .

Majesty ... Must we went out quickly. Lestat and Audric be here in a moment ...

Him, his job is to protect them , and if there is a fire , it evacuates . He already knows where he 's going to take the imperial family, to protect safely while other members of the Imperial House to occupy the premises. He swallowed, alarmed , but tried to appear calm .

Fire could win quickly , Majesty . You must get out.

Glance, it looks for children still wondering where they could go ... Small never stop running around ... Gluttony Luisa was probably driving the kitchen , and curiosity to Lothar room Chaperone , he loves coming to see the weapons , but the elder ... only hope that this is what he believes , that he went to see a little to improve his male education. Customary therefore , the eldest of the princes ... Captain of the Escort puts his cape on the shoulders of the Empress.

Hasten , Majesty ... Where is your husband? Always in his office ?

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Corps de Garde de l'Escorte Impériale - Palais Impérial de Strasbourg – Nuit du 30 Septembre au 1er Octobre 1461

Affairé à son bureau, le Capitaine de l'Escorte terminait des parchemins, dont la rédaction lui donnait mal à la tête. Sérieusement, il allait finir par craquer. Tous ces nobles commençaient à l'agacer prodigieusement ! D'autres se chargeaient de la sécurité du Palais en cet instant, et les Escorteurs étaient plutôt tranquilles, revenant d'Augsburg avec Leurs Majestés au triple galop. Ils avaient crevé des chevaux, changé plusieurs à des relais, pour pouvoir poursuivre, et rentrer rapidement sur les terres de Lorraine. Fâché, il continuait d'écrire et son caractère de roturier refaisait surface.

Lest ? Tu peux transmettre ceci ?

Il lui refile des parchemins, dont certains sont tâchés d'encre. Pas de cachet de cire, même s'il a de quoi en mettre normalement, mais là, il prend pas le temps, et puis c'est pas dans son habitude. Il fait un léger signe de tête à son Lieutenant, et se redresse, allant à la fenêtre en deux enjambées, lorsqu'il entend les cloches.

Laisse tomber ça! Appelle Audric, et avec moi !

Il attrape sa cape qu'il avait posée sur le dossier de sa chaise, et déboule rapidement près dans l'appartement de Leurs Majestés, sans prendre vraiment le temps de frapper, se retrouvant face à face avec Liz. Heureusement, malgré l'heure tardive, elle n'était pas encore couchée.

Majesté... Il faut que nous sortions, rapidement. Lestat et Audric seront là dans un instant...

Lui, son boulot, c'est de les protéger, et s'il y a le feu, il les évacue. Il sait déjà où il va emmener la famille impériale, pour la protéger en toute sécurité pendant que d'autres membres de la Maison Impériale s'occuperont des lieux. Il déglutit, alarmé, mais tente de paraître calme.

Le feu pourrait gagner rapidement, Majesté. Il vous faut sortir.

Du regard, il cherche les enfants, se demandant encore où ils ont pu passer... Les petits n'arrêtent jamais de courir partout... La gourmandise de Luisa l'a sans doute conduite aux cuisines, et la curiosité de Lothar vers la salle de l'Escorte, il adore venir voir les armes, mais pour l'aîné... plus qu'à espérer que c'est ce qu'il croit, à savoir qu'il est parti voir une petite pour parfaire son éducation masculine. Coutumier de ce fait, l'aîné des princes... Le Capitaine de l'Escorte pose sa cape sur les épaules de l'Impératrice.

Hâtez vous, Majesté... Où se trouve votre époux ? Toujours à son bureau ?

Elein

Some servants were very clear: the Imperial Palace was burning. That Palace, symbol of power, work, Empire...was burning.
What did she do? She tried to think how act or where she had to escape but...nothing. She can't act, she can't think, not when the fire took possession of the Palace.
She saw many Imperial guards run through the corridors. Only Massimo can catch her attention

Excellency please, we have to leave the office. It's not safe for You and for Your baby

With a spontaneous gesture, Violante put her hands around her baby, that little creature still inside her, as a protection of that hell. Her eyes were open as never in her life and full of terror

I can't leave. I have to find my sister. And the other Ministers? The Emperor? No no I have to find Sofia. In Savoy narrowly I lost her, it can't happen again

She had friends in the Councillors and even in the guards: she hoped that they were all alive and well
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Lestad

Lestad was awacked from the bells. He stand up and looked outside his window. In this moment he saw the fire in the palace. Immediately he jumped in his clothes and ran to it. On his way he found Findecano. He know him from the Genralstaff and the AI. on his run he called to the dutch Captain. "Findecano wats going on? Because is there fire in the Palace? Is it anassassination?" Lestad ran beside the General and hoped, he can say him more.
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Liamkorrigan

Liam à la demande du grand maitre pénétrait dans le palais impérial.
Apostrophant un garde il lui demanda de lui indiquer l'endroit où se trouvait les membres de l'Ordre des Lames.
C'est d'un pas décidé qu'il s'engagea dans l'escalier lorsqu'il entendit des cris puis la cloche alertant d'un feu.
Lorsqu'il atteint le couloir, il se dirigea avec rapidité vers la salle que lui avait indiqué le garde.
C'est alors qu'il aperçut le Commandeur Zeiss, il le rejoignit en quelques enjambées.
Bonsoir Commandeur, il semblerait qu'un feu se soit déclaré dans quelque endroit.
Savez vous où est le grand Maitre ?

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Liam at the request of Grand Master entered the imperial palace.
Apostrophizing a guard asked him to tell him the whereabouts of the members of the Order of Blades.
He climbed the stairs with a determined when he heard screams and then the bell alerting a fire.
When he reached the hallway, he walked quickly to the room that had been told the guard.
That's when he saw the Zeiss Commander, he joined in a few strides.
Hi Commander, it seems that a fire is declared in any place.
Do you know where the great master?
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Buldozzer

Da poco reclutato nelle file delle Aquile Imperiali, il Barone era di ronda sulle alte mura del Palazzo Imperiale quando dalla Torre Est cominciarono a suonare le campane.
Il Barone si voltò di scatto in direzione dell'eco dell'allarme; qualcosa di grave stava accadendo, e il fuggi fuggi generale che man mano aumentava di intensità ne confermò la gravità.
L'Imperatore era in pericolo di vita!!!
Subito furono richiamati tutte le guardie e anch'Egli si ritrovò trascinato verso l'infermeria, dove più di qualche malato veniva portato fuori a spalla per essere tratto in salvo.
Il pianto disperato di una bambina rannicchiata in un angolo richiamò l'attenzione del Barone, che subito la prese in braccio, la strinse al petto e, tenendole un mano sul volto per evitarle di respirare meno fumo possibile, la portò all'esterno e la consegnò ad un servitore prima di ributtarsi dentro in cerca di altri bisognosi di aiuto.....

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Recently recruited into the ranks of the Eagles Forum, the Baron was on patrol on the high walls of the Imperial Palace when the East tower began to ring the bells.
The Baron turned abruptly towards the echo of the alarm; something serious was happening, and the general stampede that gradually increased in intensity it confirmed the gravity.
The Emperor was in danger of life!
Immediately all the guards were called and He too found himself dragged to the infirmary, where more than a few sick was carried out on the shoulder to be rescued.
The desperate cry of a little girl curled up in a corner called the attention of the Baron, who immediately took her in his arms, pressed her to his chest and, holding a hand over her face to avoid them to breathe less smoke as possible, took her outside and handed to a servant before thrown back inside looking for others in need of help .....
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Non c'è cattivo più cattivo di un buono che diventa cattivo!!

Katamazai

Palazzo Imperiale notte tra il 30 Settembre ed il 1 Ottobre 1461

Katamazai ricevuti gli ordini da Ranian muovendosi di corsa si recò subito nella sala delle guardie per controllare se vi era ancora qualcuno in giro e trovò 5 guardie nella sala intente a parlare e con modo autoritario gli diede gli ordini:

Guardie presto correte in piazza d'armi e mettetevi a disposizione del primo ufficiale che troverete c'è da spegnere un incendio.
Forza correte non avete sentito la campana d'allarme?
Muoversi

dopo di che si diresse sempre di corsa verso gli alloggi delle guardie Imperiali e appena giuntovi sbattendo con forza sulle porte con una mazza di legno iniziò a gridare:

SVEGLIA GUARDIE ADUNATA IN PIAZZA D'ARMI E METTETEVI A DISPOSIZIONE DEL PRIMO UFFICIALE CHE VI DARA' ORDINI VI VIGLIO FUORI DALLE STANZE PRONTI ALL'AZIONE FUORIIIIIIII
CHI NON E' USCITO LASCIANDO LA PORTA APERTA COME SEGNO DELLA RISPOSTA ALL'ADUNATA VERRA' PUNITO .

Le porte iniziarono ad aprirsi dietro di lui una dopo l'altra e lasciati gli ordini al primo sottoufficiale che si era presentato prosegui la sua corsa verso le stanze dei ministri Imperiali.

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ENGLISH VERSION

Imperial Palace night between September 30 and October 1, 1461

Katamazai received orders from Ranian moving race went immediately to the guardroom to see if there was still someone around and found 5 guards in the room intent on talking with an authoritarian manner and gave him orders:

Guards run early in the parade and make yourself available to the first officer that you will find there is to put out a fire.
Come run you have not heard the alarm bell?
Move

after which he went on the run to the quarters of the Imperial guards and reached it just banging hard on the door with a wooden club began to shout:

ALARM GATHERING GUARDS IN PLACE OF WEAPONS AND CONTACT AVAILABLE TO THE FIRST OFFICIAL THAT WILL GIVE 'ORDER I WANT OUT OF THE ROOMS ARE READY TO' ACTION, ALL OUT
WHO IS NOT 'OUT NOW LEAVING THE DOOR OPEN AS A SIGN OF RESPONSE WILL MUSTER PUNISHED.

The doors began to open up behind him one after the other and left orders to the first non-commissioned officer who had introduced himself continued its slide into the rooms of the Imperial ministers.
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Lucrezia59

Lucrezia era nell'ala riservata all'infermeria e al suo ufficio medico.

Come ogni sera, prima di smontare e andare a ritrovare lo sposo per condividere la cena e poi ritirarsi per il meritato riposo, faceva l'ultimo giro di visite presso i pazienti che erano affidati alle sue cure.
Entrò nella stanza e li trovò quasi tutti addormentati e sereni, tastò loro la fronte per vedere se erano febbricitanti ma con soddisfazione notò che erano ormai tutti in via di guarigione.

Uscì dalla stanza e si recò nel suo ufficio per redigere il rapporto giornaliero.

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Lucrezia was in the wing reserved for the infirmary and his medical office.

Like every night before going to disassemble and find the groom to share dinner and then retire for a well earned rest, it was the last round of visits to patients who were entrusted to his care.
He entered the room and found them almost all asleep and serene, felt their forehead to see if they were feverish but noted with satisfaction that they were now all on the mend.

He left the room and went to his office to prepare the daily report.
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Lucrezia59

Lucrezia era nell'ala riservata all'infermeria e al suo ufficio medico.

Come ogni sera, prima di smontare e andare a ritrovare lo sposo per condividere la cena e poi ritirarsi per il meritato riposo, faceva l'ultimo giro di visite presso i pazienti che erano affidati alle sue cure.
Entrò nella stanza e li trovò quasi tutti addormentati e sereni, tastò loro la fronte per vedere se erano febbricitanti ma con soddisfazione notò che erano ormai tutti in via di guarigione.

Uscì dalla stanza e si recò nel suo ufficio per redigere il rapporto giornaliero.

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Lucrezia was in the wing reserved for the infirmary and his medical office.

Like every night before going to disassemble and find the groom to share dinner and then retire for a well earned rest, it was the last round of visits to patients who were entrusted to his care.
He entered the room and found them almost all asleep and serene, felt their forehead to see if they were feverish but noted with satisfaction that they were now all on the mend.

He left the room and went to his office to prepare the daily report.
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Magda35

Magda stava finendo il suo giro serale per controllare che tutto fosse in ordine, all'improvviso senti un'odore di fumo ... pensò sorridendo "qualche caminetto stasera fa i capricci" poi sentì il suono delle campane ... allarme ... era successo qualcosa di grave, ed immediatamente corse verso la camera della sorella, che a quell'ora si apprestava a coricarsi ed a sorseggiare una tisana...

Bussò alla porta e ed entrò senza neppure aspettare ... "Ranian, penso sia scoppiato un incendio, mi sembra che provenga dall'ala dove alloggia l'Imperatore, cosa dobbiamo fare ... "

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Google - traduttore

Magda was finishing his evening tour to check that everything was in order, you suddenly feel an odor of smoke ... smiling thought [i] "some fire tonight got crazy" [/ i] then he heard the sound of the bells ... alarm ... something serious had happened, and immediately ran to his sister's room, which at that time was about to lie down and sip a herbal tea ...

He knocked on the door and entered without waiting for ... [i] "Ranian, I think it's a fire, it seems to me that it comes from the wing which houses the Emperor, what we must do ..." [/ i]
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Gustavo_lo_scudiero

Gustavo quel giorno aveva ottenuto un permesso speciale per poter uscire e divertirsi, aveva sperato in favolosi incontri con qualche bella dama, ma tutto ciò che aveva ottenuto era stata un birra gratis da un anziano che gli aveva raccontato tutta la sua vita, così vista la serata sfortunata con un pò di rabbia decise di rientrare al castello. Tutte le fiaccole che di solito illuminavano la strada erano già state spente e lui camminava a capo chino e calciava sassi ogni volta che ne sentiva uno vicino ai piedi. Stava calciando un altro sasso ma c'era qualcosa di strano, lui vedeva quel sasso, qualcosa faceva luce alla strada, così alzò gli occhi e il terrore si manifestò in lui, da una delle ale del castello enormi fiamme si alzavano al cielo, così iniziò a correre, giunse ai cancelli del castello e subito di corsa spalancò il portone. Come un matto correva per il corridoio e in contemporanea gridava

AL FUOCO!....AL FUOCO!...IL PALAZZO STA BRUCIANDO...AL FUOCO! AL FUOCO!

Gustavo that day had gotten special permission to go out and have fun, had hoped in fabulous meetings with some nice lady, but everything he got was a free beer from an elder who had told him his whole life, so given the unfortunate evening with a little anger decided to return to the Castle. All torches which illuminated the street usually were already off and he walked head bowed and calciava stones whenever he felt one near the foot. Was kicking another stone but there was something strange, he saw that rock, something was light the road, lifted up his eyes and terror manifested in him, from one of the castle's enormous wings flames lifted up to heaven, so he started to run, arrived at the gates of the Castle and immediately threw open the door travel. Like crazy ran to the hallway and screamed at the same

FIRE! ....FIRE! ...THE BUILDING IS BURNING ...FIRE!... FIRE!

Findecano

During their stay in Strasbourg, his fiancée and he stayed in a humble tavern, not wanting to attract too much attention and enjoying the rest in this small establishment, but still be able to go to His Majesty's court whenever his presence was wished for. There had been work to do in the War Council too.

In the evenings, they would go for small strolls through the city, looking at every aspect of the streets and buildings, for they had big plans in the future.

Tonight, they had done the same thing and it was also one of their last days here, as they were planning their departure somewhere in the following days. When they returned in the tavern, there had been some people with whom they had acquainted themselves during their stay and after a pleasant chat it was already late. Johanna and he went to their separate rooms and wished each other a good night.

When he entered his room, he placed the small lantern he carried for light on the table and turned to the door to lock it. He closed the hatches of the window and afterwards he started to dress himself for bed. That was the moment when he heard the bells toll.

The tolling of bells at this time was a very bad omen, but what could be wrong? He dressed again and made sure not to forget his sword. Entirely ready for battle he left his room. In the small hallway he walked to Johanna's room and knocked on the door. Johanna?!
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[~*~] Je vivroie liement, douce creature, se vous savies vraiement qu'en vous fust parfaitement ma cure [~*~]

Comyr

Comyr was long asleep, when the bells started to ring.
Exhausted from the day he has felt into a deep sleep, as he just planned to take a short nap.
The next day it was planned to leave the city, visiting Meissen. Not to introduce himself there to the locals - they already knows him as he often passed from Thuringia to Saxony and back, but to bringt things in order, as it was a rotten land at the moment.

So he don't heard the bells ringing. And he don't heard Ernst, knocking on his door...

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Katamazai

Vetta della Torre Est del Palazzo Imperiale notte tra il 30 settembre ed il 1 Ottobre 1461

La festa con la cerimonia dove l'Imperatore Ludwig_von_frayner aveva voluto ricompensare coloro che avevano lavorato e dato molto durante il suo Impero era finita e Lodovico e sua moglie avevano ricevuto il titolo di Cavalieri Imperiali e ancora non sapeva se esserne felice o meno visto quello che avrebbe portato in futuro.
La serata benchè si fosse già in autunno ancora era serena e calda tanto che dopo aver terminato le pratiche di traduzione di alcune lettere scritte dall'Imperatore lasciato lo scriptorium in attesa che sua moglie Lucrezia terminasse nell'infermeria salì le scale e si portò in vetta alla torre Est da dove si vedeva tutto il palazzo e oltre e per godersi la serata in tranquillità si era portato un boccale di vino di borgogna e si mise a
bere lentamente guardando il cielo.
Mentre era assorto nei suoi pensieri le sue narici furono invase da un odore acre di fumo e pensando che qualche camino stava rovinando il sapore del suo vino di borgogna aprì gli occhi ed uno strano bagliore illuminava il cielo.
Si alzò di scatto e vide gli alloggi dell'Imperatore che sprigionavano fiamme dalle finestre, prese in mano la cordicella della campana d'allarme della torre ed iniziò a suonarla con forza e dopo pochi secondi anche le campane del palazzo iniziarono a suonare per dare l'allarme.
Lodovico lasciata la corda della campana e il boccale del vino di borgogna prese a correre per le scale diretto verso l'ufficio del Maresciallo Ranian e appena arrivato di fronte alla sua porta tralasciando ogni norma del galateo entrò senza bussare e ancora con il fiatone iniziò a parlare:

Ranian il fuoco negli alloggi dell'Imperatore, ero in cima alla torre Est e lò visto che facciamo, ho dato l'allarme ma aspetto tuoi ordini.

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English version

Peak of the East Tower of the Imperial Palace night between September 30 and October 1, 1461

The party with the ceremony where the Emperor Ludwig_von_frayner had wanted to reward those who worked and gave a lot during his Empire was over and Lodovico and his wife had received the title of Imperial Knight and still do not know whether to be happy or not seen what would lead in the future.
The evening though it was already in the autumn was still serene and warm so much so that after finishing the translation practices of some letters written by the Emperor left the scriptorium while waiting for his wife Lucrezia ended infirmary climbed the stairs and took the top East from where the tower could be seen throughout the palace and beyond, and to enjoy the quiet evening had brought a jug of wine of Burgundy and began to
drink slowly looking at the sky.
While he was deep in thought his nostrils were invaded by an acrid smell of smoke and thinking that some fireplace was ruining the flavor of its wine of Burgundy opened his eyes and a strange glow lit up the sky.
He jumped up and saw the Emperor accommodation flames that emanated from the windows, picked up the lanyard alarm bell of the tower and began to play it hard and after a few seconds the bells of the palace began to play to give the 'alarm.
Lodovico left the rope of the bell and the cup of the wine of Burgundy began to run up the stairs directly to the office of Marshal Ranian and just get in front of his door leaving any rule of etiquette entered without knocking still out of breath began to speak :

Ranian fire in the accommodation of the Emperor, I was on top of the tower and the East as we do, I gave the alarm, but look your orders.
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Prezioso983

George era nella sua stanza da letto seduto sulla sua poltrona preferita cercando di rilassarsi, dopo la lunga giornata trascorsa di guardia e prima di andare a riposare, quando iniziò a sentire il suono delle campane che lo misero in allarme.

-- google translator --

George was in his bedroom sitting in his favorite chair trying to relax after a long day of guard and before going to sleep, when he began to hear the sound of the bells that put him in alarm.
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Johanna

In the night of the 30th September to the 1st October

They walked through Strassbourg. It was a very nice city and Johanna loved it to be there. She talked to Findecano about moving to Strassbourg. They could live there. It’s the center of the Empire. The place he has often to go to. It would be in the middle of the Empire. Not in County of Holland not in German Kingdom. It’s a compromise. She would ask her Empress Liz von Frayner if she needs another court lady. That would give Johanna something to do while Findecano is occupied with his job as Imperial General.

This evening they went back to their tavern and wished each other a good night. Johanna put off her clothes and dressed herself in her white nightgown. She opened her plaid to brush her hair. Afterwards she braided it again. Now she was ready to go to bed. But before she could go there she heard Findecanos voice behind the door. “Milord?” she asked surprised and worried. He sounded alarmed. She hadn’t heard the bells because her window was closed. She opened the door. There he stood. Fully dressed and with his sword at his belt. In the corridor she was able to hear the bells. “There is something wrong…” she said, looking up to him. “You must go! I will look after myself.” It was a bit scary. It could be everything. - A foreign army in front of the walls of Strassbourg, thiefs in the palace… or a fire.

She gave him a shy kiss and watched him went down the stair. As soon as he was out of sight she turned and hurried in her chamber to get dressed again.
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Zeiss

Français

Le temps avait continué sa course inlassable, et le temps qu'il arrive, il faisait déjà nuit. Zeiss avait mis à l'épreuve l'endurance de sa monture, souhaitant arriver de jour, mais le trajet fut plus long que prévu. De plus, il avait dû subir de contretemps. Tout d'abord, ces deux brigands qui, dans leur folie commune, crurent pouvoir le détrousser. Qui sait si leurs corps décoraient encore le bord de la route, ou si celle-ci avait été nettoyée.
Ensuite, eh bien une victime des mécréants précédemment cités et désormais morts, qui tentait de rallier la capitale à pied et sans provisions. Zeiss avait accepté de l'amener avec lui, mais cela avait considérablement ralentit son allure.

Après avoir confier Néron à un palefrenier, accompagné des avertissements habituels, Zeiss était enfin devant les portes du palais impérial. Il leva la tête, et put observer les étoiles dans le ciel. Il grogna quelques jurons dans sa barbe. Il était bien trop tard, il ne pouvait pas s'amuser à aller réveiller la Princesse impériale à cette heure.
Pourtant, il fallait qu'il la voit. Il désirait discuter de sa fille avec elle. Et vu l'anorexie flagrante de sa bourse, il ne pourrait pas se permettre une quelconque auberge. Il décida donc de tenter le palais.

Dans les couloirs du palais, le Commandeur cherchait un domestique, ou encore mieux, quelqu'un ayant une quelconque autorité en ce lieu. Si il expliquait suffisamment bien sa situation, on trouverait bien un endroit où passer la nuit pour un membre de l'Ordre des Lames.
Mais sa recherche fut interrompue, par le son d'une cloche. Selon la logique, cela indiquait probablement une chose.

Un feu.

English

The time had continued his tireless running, and the time it happens, it was already dark. Zeiss had tested the endurance of his horse, wishing to arrive during the day, but the trip took longer than expected. In addition, he had to suffer setbacks. First, the two robbers, in their common madness, believed to rob him. Who knows if their bodies still decorated the side of the road, or if it had been cleaned.
Then, well, a victim of the aforementioned and now dead miscreants, who was trying to reach the city on foot and without provisions. Zeiss had agreed to bring the man with him, but it was significantly slowed her pace.

After Nero entrusted to a groom, with the usual warnings, Zeiss was finally at the gates of the imperial palace. He looked up and could see the stars in the sky. He grunted a few curses under his breath. It was too late, he could not have fun to wake the Imperial Princess at this time.
Yet he had to see her. He wanted to discuss her daughter with her. And given the blatant Anorexia his purse, he could not afford any inn. So he decided to tempt the palate.

In the corridors of the palace, the Commander looking for a home, or even better, someone with any authority in this place. When he explained the situation well enough, we would find a good place to spend the night with a member of the Order of the Blades.
But his research was interrupted by the sound of a bell. According to the logic, it probably showed something.

A fire.
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Sarah_elisabeth

[Imperial Palace of Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461]

Sarah finished classify her cases embassies and heads of a discrete step in the corridors to the scriptorium to ensure that no translation is waiting in her locker. She loves quiet places when daytime officers go home and emergencies of the day subside. It can then take time for background records without being systematically interrupted by letters. It crosses, passing the imperial offices, several Guardsmen as well as colleagues from the Escort and stops smiling to exchange a few words. The calm and ordinary routine of an evening at the palace in fact. Except ... In the sudden night, a sound that all fear inside the Toscin sounds, harmful among all sign. Sarah suddenly freezes, looking for signs of the cause of the alert.

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[Palais Impérial de Strasbourg – Nuit du 30 Septembre au 1er Octobre 1461]

Sarah avait fini de classer ses dossiers aux ambassades et se dirigeait d'un pas discret dans les couloirs vers le scriptorium pour s'assurer que nul traduction n'était en attente dans son casier. Elle aimait le calme des lieux quand les officiers diurnes rentraient chez eux et que les urgences de la journée s'apaisaient. Elle pouvait alors prendre le temps pour les dossiers de fond sans être systématiquement interrompue par des missives. Elle croisa en passant devant les bureaux impériaux plusieurs gardes impériaux ainsi que des collègues de l'Escorte et s'arrêta en souriant pour échanger quelques mots. Le calme et la routine ordinaire d'une soirée au palais en somme. Sauf que... Dans la nuit soudain, un son que tous redoutent intérieurement, le toscin retentit, signe néfaste entre tous. Sarah se figea soudain, cherchant des signes de la cause de l'alerte.
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Daario_naharis

[Stable - Imperial Palace of Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461]

Daario had been sent in the stable, he was not an Imperial Guard from a lot of time so he was obliged to do much to achieve all the other soldiers with more experience.
he had groomed some horses in the main barn and he had lying some new hay to feed them.

I finally finished the job and I can rest, he said

While he was taking his things, closing the barn door, Daario heard a bell sound come not far from there. A strange glow lit up the night of Strasbourg .... the palace was burned.
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Findecano

The door opened and he saw Johanna in her nightgown. If the conditions were different, the situation would have been awkward and not very courtly for both of them, but disaster struck and there was no choice. It wouldn't harm her or him, as both didn't pay any attention to the fact. He remained silent for just a few moments and he needn't explain himself. Johanna had already understood that he had to go. She kissed him goodbye and he said: ''Stay here, here you will be safe. I will see you soon. Promised?'' he said to her, but before he didn't give her a chance to answer. He ran down the stairs and out of the door of the tavern, onto the streets.

But now what? He had to find out what was the problem, he wanted to help. He walked quickly towards the Imperial Palace, where he would surely be needed in this unknown crisis...
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[~*~] Je vivroie liement, douce creature, se vous savies vraiement qu'en vous fust parfaitement ma cure [~*~]

Ranian

[Ufficio del Maresciallo Imperiale - Palazzo Imperiale di Strasburgo - Notte del 30 settembre al 1 Ottobre, 1461]

Le campane continuavano a suonare sempre più forte e sempre più insistenti, seguì la voce di un uomo che gridava al fuoco. La tazza rotta in mille pezzi sul tavolo lasciò fuoriuscire il liquido ambrato bagnando i vari congedi. Ranian intimò al silenzio l'ufficiale che aveva iniziato a dare di matto mentre la porta si spalancò all'improvviso lasciando entrare sua sorella Magda prima e Katamazai dopo. Entrambi le comunicarono la terribile notizia, un incendio era divampato presso l'ala delle stanze imperiali. La donna doveva decidere in fretta, vi erano persone da salvare e l'incendio da domare

Magda!

rivolgendosi alla sorella

Corri presso gli alloggi dei servi, fatti aiutare da costui

indicò l'ufficiale che era nella stanza con loro

Svegliateli e correte tutti presso le stalle a prendere i secchi, bisogna spegnere l'incendio, se siete pochi chiama anche altre guardie, ma prima passa da Lucrezia, nell'infermeria vi erano alcuni abitanti del castello che erano malati, aiutatela a portarli fuori. Vai!

dettato gli ordini alla sorella rivolse lo sguardo verso Katamazai

Katamazai! Tu chiama tutte le altre guardie, correte presso le stanze dei ministri e portateli fuori dal palazzo e se qualcuno non apre.....sfondate pure la porta

Katamazai stava già correndo fuori

Ah! Kata! Anche se possono essere comodi, non usate i passaggi segreti, possono essere terribili luoghi di morte in casi come questo..

le due guardie imperiali lasciarono l'ufficio per adempiere ciò che gli era stato ordinato, anche Ranian corse fuori dal suo ufficio recandosi verso il lato ovest del palazzo

[Office of the Imperial Marshal - Imperial Palace of Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461]

The bells kept ringing louder and louder and more insistent, following the voice of a man who cried fire. The Cup broke into a thousand pieces on the table left out the amber liquid wetting the leaves. Ranian ordered to silence the officer who had begun to give crazy while the door opened suddenly letting in her sister Magda before and Katamazai after. Both informed the terrible news, a fire was started at the Imperial room wing. The woman had to decide quickly, there were people to be saved and the fire from taming

Magda!

turning to her sister

Run at servite housing, get help from him

pointed to the officer who was in the room with them

Wake them up and run them all at the stables to take buckets, you have to put out the fire, if you just call other guards, but first passes from Lucrezia, in the infirmary there were some inhabitants of the castle that were sick, help her to take them out. Go!

dictated orders to her sister turned her gaze towards Katamazai

Katamazai! You call any other imperial guards, run at the rooms of Ministers and take them out of the building and if someone does not open ... well the door broken

Katamazai was already running out

Ah! Kata! Although they can be comfortable, don't use the secret passages can be terrible places of death in cases like this ...

the two imperial guards left the office to fulfill what had been ordered, even Ranian ran out from her office by going to the West side of the building
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Liz_von_frayner

[Dans les appartements privés impériaux – Palais Impérial de Strasbourg – Nuit du 30 septembre au 1er octobre 1461]

Oui.. merci, ce sera tout pour ce soir.

D’un geste, l’Impératrice congédia la servante qui, comme chaque soir, était venue préparer la couche impériale, veillant à ce que la coupe remplie de fruits soit bien à disposition de l’Empereur lorsqu’il rejoindrait ses appartements après une journée de labeur, fermant les lourds rideaux sur la pièce illuminée seulement par quelques bougies et les flammes dansant dans la large cheminée.

Elle aimait ce moment, quand le silence envahissait le Palais, signe que son époux la rejoindrait enfin. Ce qui était devenu de plus en plus rare au fil des mois et des années de son règne. Combien de fois s’était-elle endormie bien avant qu’il ne vienne s’écrouler sur le grand lit conjugal pour se relever quelques heures plus tard seulement, bien avant que le jour ne soit levé. Combien de fois l’avait-elle observé, couché auprès d’elle, le visage parfois apaisé, mais plus souvent agité de légères grimaces dues sans doute à quelque rêve désagréable. Combien de fois avait-elle eu envie de se glisser contre lui, mais ne l’avait pas fait pour ne pas déranger ce peu de sommeil qu’il s’accordait.

Mais ce soir-là, elle ne le laisserait passer la majeure partie de la nuit enfermé dans son bureau, bien décidée à lui parler des quelques petits soucis qu’elle rencontrait avec ses enfants. Ceux-ci faisaient certes leur fierté, mais ils grandissaient, prenaient de la maturité, et il était temps de prendre des décisions quant à leur avenir à tous les trois. Lorenz, l’ainé, lui avait fait comprendre qu’il comptait prendre épouse sous peu, Luisa avait atteint l’âge de sa majorité et il était temps de lui trouver un bon parti, Lothar quant à lui, le temps de parfaire son éducation était venu pour lui aussi. Jamais une décision n’avait été prise sans qu’elle et l’Empereur ne l’ait discutée et mûrement réfléchie, petite ou grande, quelque soit sa teneur, il n’en serait pas autrement pour le futur de leurs héritiers.

Croquant dans une pomme, elle ouvrit la porte des appartements impériaux, apostrophant le garde en faction.

Faites prévenir l’Empereur que son épouse désire sa présence.

Une légère odeur un peu âcre de fumée atteignant son nez, elle poursuivit :

Et faites en sorte qu’à l’avenir, le bois jeté dans les cheminées soit bien sec, cette odeur est vraiment insupportable !

C’est alors qu’elle refermait la porte derrière elle que les cloches se mirent à sonner, lui figeant le sang dans les veines.

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[Private appartements – Imperial Palace of Strasbourg – Night from September 30 to October 1 1461]

Yes Thank you, it will be enough for this evening.

Of a gesture, the Empress dismissed the handmaid who, as every evening, had come prepare the imperial layer, watching that the cupfilled with fruits was at disposal of the Emperor when he would join his apartments after a day of labour, closing the heavy curtains on the room illuminated only by some candles and flames dancing in the wide fireplace.

She liked this moment, when the silence invaded the Palace, the sign that her husband would join her finally. What had become more and more rare in the course of the months and years of his reign. How many times she had fallen asleep well before that he comes to collapse on their large bed to get up a few hours later only, long before than the day has raised. How many times she had observed him, sleeping on her side, looking at his sometimes calmed face, but more often agitated of light spasms doubtless owed to some unpleasant dream. How many times she had wanted to skip against him, but had not made it not to disturb his too much rare sleep .

But this evening, she would not allow him to spend the major part of the night locked into his office, well decided to talk with him about some small concerns which she met with their children. These made certainly their pride, but they were growing up, took maturity, and it was time to make decisions for their future of all three. Lorenz, the elder son, had made her understanding that he planned to take wife soon, Luisa had reached the age of her majority and it was time to find her a husband, and Lothar, the youngest one, the time had come for him to perfect his education .
Never a decision, small other big and however it was, had been taken unless she and the Emperor did not discuss about it and carefully thought through, so it would not be there otherwise for future of their heirs.

Crisping in an apple, she opened the door of the imperial apartments, shouting out to the guard in faction.

Make the Emperor knows that the Empress wishes his presence.

A light and a little bit bitter smell of smoke reaching her nose, she pursued:

And make so that in the future, the wood thrown in fireplaces is very dry, this smell is really unbearable!

And as she closed the door behind her, the bells began to sound, congealing the blood in her veins.
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Elein

[Office of the President of the Imperial Diet - Imperial Palace of Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461]

It was night, there was silence and the office of Violante was illuminated by many candles and the lively fireplace. She was set near the fireplace, a little table in front of her full of documents, a pitcher of water and an empty cup. After her evening tea, she enjoyed the tranquility before returning on the sheets in front of her. She loved autumn but she loved, even more, winter: she loved the snow, the silence, the fireplace and the whole atmosphere of that season.
She looked out the window and, with a sigh, she returned to documents. She called her secretary, Massimo

I have some work for you Massimo
But Excellency, it's night...it's late...
I know Massimo but, for today, we haven't finish, not yet. So, now I pass you some scrolls, put them into different collectors: this parchment is for the Imperial Marshal, these two scrolls for the Imperial Chancellor and those...

Violante heard a bell ring and some noise outside her office

It's not a good sign...what is happening?

She left her office and tried to find someone who could explain her everything
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Lestad

[Barracks - Imperial Palace of Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461]

It is late in the Barracks from the Aquilae Imperatoris. Lestad come from a Pub outside the Palace, where he drink some Wine with his comrades. So he es very sleepy and go to bed. The next day will be very hard. Many work wait of him with the Roll of Arms from the Aquliae Imperatoris. In the last years there were work nothing. And so no Soldier have a Contract ore a fussion Crest from the Imperial Guard.
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Pippa

It was late, very late but the work asked for it. With difficulty she keeps her eyes open to fill her list of notes still to do. It seems
it never is empty. Even her candle is almost without light, so she realise it is time to go to sleep. Far in the hallway she hears
footsteps and she knows where they are going. Soon she will go the same way to pick up her belongings and to move on.

The thought of the house, left to her by Grumio gives her a little smile. A place to call home in her beloved Italy warms her heart in
these difficult times. A deep sighs escapes her and the candlelight dances by it. Shadows on the wall, like in her head.
She shakes her head to urge the shadows to leave. Find the good memories of her times in Styria.

The chair is resolute pushed back and she knows it is time to go to sleep, this night in the bed in the corner of her office.
Tomorrow will be a lot of work again. After a fast extinguishes of the candlelight, her nightgown on, she goes to sleep.
Dreaming of a wonderful future.

Arezus

It was a Evening like as many before... the only Difference was, that the Days gona be shorter ... the Winter was approaching .... Absorbed in his Work, the Grand Duke heard the barking Orders of the Guards- Commander... it was Curfew! ... "Was it so late again?" he thought this when he put aside the final Document for today, ... A Yawn was difficult to suppress an so he gaves the Desire for it indulged in it openly ...

"Just last Cup of Wine, and I can break up for today" ... The heavy Armchair in which he sat for 6 months, was pushed well back and he went sluggish and tired to the Sideboard on witch all kinds of Drink was.....With benevolent Smile, he looked at the Decanted Wine it was ready down by the Servants ... yes they knew each other and the existed preferences ... With the Chalice, he entered the Stockade of his Office and looked out from Refuge the Guards as they prepared the Curefew .. ... he could not help, but the Commander, even if Years ago, was still in him ... the Bells tore him from the Liturgy ... "What the Hell ...?"

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Es war der Abend wie viele zuvor...der einzige Unterschied war es, das die Tage kürzer wurden...der Winter nahte....von draußen hörte der Großherzog die bellende Befehle des Kommandanten der Wachmannschaft ...es war Zapfenstreich..."Ist es wieder so spät geworden?“ dachte er während das letzte Schriftstück das für heute zu siegeln galt, zur Seite geräumt wurde...Nur schwer konnte er ein Gähnen unterdrücken und so gab er dem Verlangen nach und frönte diesem offen...

“Nur noch ein Becher Wein, und dann werde ich für heute Schluss machen“...der schwere Sessel in dem er über 6 Monate saß wurde nach hinten gerückt und er ging träge zu dem Sideboard auf dem sich alle erdenklichen Getränke befanden..Mit wohlwollendem Lächeln betrachtete er den Dekantierten Wein der von der Dienerschaft bereitgelegt wurde...ja man kannte sich und auch die bestünden Vorlieben...Mit dem Kelch betrat er die Palisade seines Büros und blickte nun vom Refugium aus, den Zapfenstreich...er konnte einfach nicht anders, der Befehlshaber steckte noch Jahre danach, in ihm ...Die Glocken rissen ihn aus der Liturgie...“Was zur Hölle...?“

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Ludwig_von_frayner

Tennessee Williams once wrote : 'We all live in a house of fire. No fire department to call. No way out. Just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down... with us trapped, locked in it."

NB : Such RP is an open RP. However, the cause of the fire will be developed later. So thank you not to play some arsonists.

[Office of the Emperor - Imperial Palace of Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461]

It was a night like any other. A beautiful night. Such kind of night that the Emperor used to spend, working, concerned to solve all the cases submitted to the imperial crown. Sitting at his desk, looking serious and concentrated, he filled various scrolls, while two of his officers were waiting for his orders. Tonight, the Emperor had to decide on the betrayal of the Imperial Duchess of Speyer who had brought publicly her support for her husband, the traitor and criminal Adam Fugger. His answer was unequivocal : the Duchess would be stripped of all her fiefs, and prosecuted by the Imperial Minister of Justice. He became convinced that the Fugger family was a bad seed which must be eradicated. Mala malus mala mala dat.

The Emperor had always been adamant towards those who insulted him, or disobeyed his orders. Few nobles had suffered his wrath. Some thought they could do what they wanted. It was high time to show that no one could challenge his authority, without paying the price. Once the letter be completed and signed, he rested his pen and rolled the scroll, before giving it to one of his officers.

"Well, send this letter to the Imperial King of Arms, and make sure that the imperial fiefs of Duchess Anakonda Fugger be confiscated, quickly. No matter what she did for the Empire, before, we can't accept such a betrayal."

The officer looked at him and executed his order, leaving the office to deliver his message ; certainly eager to find his bed and his wife. Business was far from over. Emperor Ludwig asked to bring him a new scroll. Now, it was to formalize the appointment of two new imperial generals : General Lorenzo " Stiglitz " della Gherardesca, from Florence, and General Samantha Asburgo d'Argovia from Siena. Both appointments were designed to strengthen the influence of the imperial crown in the South of the Empire, and ensure that no thief and no enemy would never lead an attack against his territory. Indeed, he distrusted the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, and the permanent incursions of its citizens. He picked up his pen.

"New folder : the composition of the Imperial War Council. Given our recent decisions, four people will enter. First, the Grand Master of Nemesis - Semper Fidelis, Count Guglielmo VIII degli Aleramici del Monferrato, and the Prince "Pigreco" Hohenstaufen de Souabe, Prince of the Priory of Sion. Moreover, knowing that it is important to ensure the stability and the protection of the South of our Empire, General Lorenzo " Stiglitz " della Gherardesca and General Samantha Asburgo d'Argovia will become Generals of the Empire."

He affixed his signature. Then, he took a small pot of wax, and spilled it carefully on the scroll, before sealing it. The announcement was ready to be published. He looked at the last officer, and was going to hand him the parchment, when someone knocked at the door. An imperial guard entered and bowed.

"- Your Imperial Majesty, the Empress asks for your presence.
- Tell her that we'll arrive soon.
- It will be done, Majesty."

The Imperial Guard retired, leaving the Emperor alone in his office with his officer. He remained pensive for a moment, and spoke again, when his eyes met the scroll he held in his hands.

"- Bring this document to Imperial Marshal Giada " Ranian " Dei Cristallo. Then publish the announcement so that every imperial subject can be informed of these appointments.
- Well, your Majesty."

The last officer left the office. The evening came to an end, and the Emperor fell back in his seat. Alone in his office, he was finally able to breathe. At the end of each day, he used to pull off some cords of his shirt, in order to reduce the pressure on his neck and his body. It was time to retire to his quarters. He grabbed his cane and leaned over it to get up. A new day ended . A day that seemed ordinary ... until he decided to open the door ... He heard the bells ringing. The same bells which announced the escape of Adam Fugger. The same bells which announced that the Imperial Palace was burning.

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[Bureau de l'Empereur - Palais Impérial de Strasbourg – Nuit du 30 Septembre au 1er Octobre 1461]

C'était une nuit comme les autres. Une nuit magnifique. Ce genre de soirée où l'Empereur ne voyait guère le temps passer, s'affairant à résoudre les différentes affaires qu'on lui soumettait. Assis devant son bureau, l'air sérieux et concentré, il remplissait divers parchemins, tandis que deux de ses officiers attendaient de recevoir leurs ordres pour disposer. Ce soir, l'Empereur devait notamment apporter une réponse à la trahison de la Duchesse Impériale de Speyer qui venait d'apporter son soutien public à son époux, le traître et criminel Adam Fugger. Sa réponse était sans appel : la Duchesse serait destituée, sur le champs, tandis qu'un procès pour trahison serait lancé par le Ministre Impérial de la Justice. Il était connu que la famille Fugger était une mauvaise graine qu'il fallait éradiquer. Mala malus mala mala dat.

L'Empereur avait toujours été intransigeant envers ceux qui l'avaient insulté, ou désobéi. Rares étaient les nobles qui avaient pu subir sa colère. Certains pensaient qu'ils pouvaient faire ce qu'ils voulaient. Il était donc temps de montrer qu'on ne pouvait contester son autorité, sans en payer le prix. La lettre terminée et signée, l'Empereur reposa sa plume, et roula le parchemin pour le tendre à un de ses officiers.

« Bien, faites parvenir cette lettre au Roi d'Armes Impérial, et veillez à ce que les fiefs impériaux de la Duchesse Anakonda Fugger lui soient confisqués, rapidement. Peu importe ce qu'elle a pu faire précédemment, l'Empire ne peut accepter une telle trahison. »

L'officier le regarda et s'exécuta sur le champ, impatient sans doute de délivrer son message, pour mieux retrouver sa couche, et son épouse. Les affaires étaient loin d'être terminées. L'Empereur Ludwig demanda à ce qu'on lui apporte un nouveau parchemin. Cette fois, il s'agissait d'officialiser la nomination de deux nouveaux généraux impériaux : le Général Lorenzo "Stigliz" della Gherardesca, de Florence ; et le Général Samantha Asburgo d'Argovia, de Sienne. Ces deux nominations visaient à renforcer l'influence de la Couronne impériale, dans le Sud de son Empire, et de veiller à ce qu'aucun brigand ni aucun ennemi n'ait jamais en tête d'attaquer son territoire. Il se méfiait de la République des Deux Siciles, et des incursions permanentes de chacun de ses citoyens. Il reprit sa plume.

« Nouveau dossier : la composition du Conseil de Guerre Impérial. Compte tenu de nos dernières décisions, quatre personnes feront leur entrée. En premier lieu, le Grand Maître de Nemesis – Semper Fidelis, le Comte Guglielmo VIII degli Aleramici del Monferrato ; et le Prince "Pigreco" Hohenstaufen de Souabe, Prince souverain du Prieuré de Sion. En outre, il est important d'assurer la stabilité et la protection du Sud de l'Empire. Par conséquent, le Général Lorenzo "Stigliz" della Gherardesca, et le Général Samantha Asburgo d'Argovia, deviennent Généraux de l'Empire. »

Nouvelle signature. Cette fois, il prit un petit pot de cire, et le renversa soigneusement sur le parchemin, avant d'y apposer le sceau de l'Empire. L'annonce était prête à être publiée. Il regarda alors le dernier officier, et s'apprêta à lui tendre le parchemin, lorsqu'on frappa à la porte. Un garde impérial entra et s'inclina.

« - Votre Majesté Impériale, l'Impératrice réclame votre présence.
- Dites-lui que nous arrivons bientôt.
- Il en sera fait, selon votre volonté. »

Le garde impérial se retira aussitôt, laissant l'Empereur seul dans son bureau, avec son officier. Il resta songeur quelques instants, et il fallut que son regard croise de nouveau le parchemin qu'il tenait entre ses mains pour qu'il daigne enfin le transmettre.

« - Apportez ce document au Maréchal Impérial, Giada "Ranian" Dei Cristallo. Puis, publiez l'annonce afin que chaque sujet impérial soit informé de ces nominations.
- Bien, votre Majesté. »

Le dernier officier quitta le bureau. La soirée venait de se terminer, et l'Empereur se laissa retomber dans son siège. Seul dans son bureau, il pouvait enfin respirer. A chaque fin de journée, il avait pris pour habitude de détacher quelques liens de sa chemise, ce qu'il s'empressa de faire, afin de diminuer d'en pression sur un embonpoint somme toute assez coutumier des souverains de son époque. Il était l'heure de se retirer dans ses appartements. Il attrapa sa canne et s'appuya dessus pour se relever difficilement. Une nouvelle journée, venait de se terminer. Une journée qui semblait bien ordinaire... jusqu'à ce qu'il se décide à ouvrir la porte... et qu'il entende les cloches sonner. Les mêmes cloches qui avaient annoncé l'évasion d'Adam Fugger. Les mêmes cloches qui avaient annoncé que le Palais Impérial de Strasbourg était en feu.
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Ranian

[Office of theImperial Marshal - Imperial Palace of Strasbourg - Night of September 30 to October 1, 1461]

She had just arrived in her Office, had done her usual control, that every guard was in place, the remaining some furloughs to sign and then off to bed. On the table there was already ready and steaming his herbal tea, that every night her servant Alida the preparing, arm pain soothed and not just drinking the concoction of herbs that the doctor Lucrezia had given could sleep peacefully. She was accommodated in her chair and was starting to sign the papers when she heard a knock at the door

Come on!

the door opened and entered one of the officers of the Emperor, he had in his hand a document

Good evening Imperial Marshal
Good evening to you
I have for you a document by the Emperor

the officer approached the table and stretching the arm handed her the document. Ranian took the roll, broke the seal and read what was written, while with the other hand distinct took the cup and hand as she read the names written on the document sipped her tea, she looked up her eyes toward the officer to dismiss him when a sudden sound of the bells stopped her making dropping the Cup on the table, her mind went back to the night between 15 and 16 August when she heard the same sound, that sound that advised the Fugger's escape, but above all that the Imperial Palace was burning

[Ufficio del Maresciallo Imperiale - Palazzo Imperiale di Strasburgo - Notte del 30 settembre al 1 Ottobre, 1461]

Era appena giunta nel suo ufficio, aveva fatto il suo solito controllo, che ogni guardia fosse al proprio posto, gli restavano alcuni congedi da firmare e poi via a dormire. Sul tavolo vi era già pronta e fumante la sua tisana, che ogni sera la sua serva Alida gli preparava, il dolore al braccio ancora non si calmava e solo bevendo quell'intruglio di erbe che il dottore Lucrezia le aveva dato riusciva a dormire tranquillamente. Si era accomodata nella sua poltrona e stava iniziando a firmare le carte quando udì bussare alla porta

Avanti!

la porta si aprì e entrò uno degli ufficiali dell'Imperatore, aveva in mano un documento

Buona sera Maresciallo Imperiale
Buona sera a voi
Ho per voi un documento da parte dell'Imperatore

l'ufficiale si avvicinò al tavolo e allungando il braccio le porse il documento. Ranian prese il rotolo, ne ruppe il sigillo e lesse ciò che vi era scritto, mentre con l'altra mano distinto prese la tazza e mano mano che leggeva i nomi scritti sul documento sorseggiava la sua tisana, alzò gli occhi verso l'ufficiale per congedarlo quando un improvviso suono di campane la bloccò facendole cadere la tazza sul tavolo, la sua mente tornò indietro alla notte tra il 15 e 16 Agosto quando si udì lo stesso suono, quel suono che avvisava la fuga del Fugger, ma soprattutto che il Palazzo Imperiale stava bruciando
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Salome_

~Imperial Chancellery East Wing of the Imperial Palace~

It was late as usual, reading through the scrolls, reports and documents piling on her desks, she spent hours to get everything done that was necessary. There would never be a day, the young imperial Duchess was able to say "Everything is done", since there was always something you could do. There was always a plan one could make, an event in the world that happened and something that needed her focus and work. It was what her heart was burning for, the challanges of her profession as Imperial Chancellor. Any day at any time there were events that forced her to react, that made it impossible to plan the daily life.

She sat in her cosy chair, the reports of Styria made her thinking of possible consequences, not only for the internal affairs but as well for foreign relations. Her mind was telling her that a never ending story just wrote a new chapter of the very same story. A story of a Duchy who thought that only they were working and acting right. A story of a Duchy who is always demanding the spotlight but she was aware that not the whole Duchy was like that, only those who had managed it for quite a maybe too long time to run and reign it. Those people who demanded to be different and free, those who were convinced that they found the right way to act and to behave. But while looking at fact and looking at the history, one only heard the very same song over and over again. Demanding, that was what they could do best. Demanding that others understand them, talking of intolerance by ignoring the fact that tolerance is a two-sided medal, just like any other relation everything has two sides, every story has it ups and downs and at least to Salome as a diplomat Styria was not able to make any compromises.
So what made the council and the Duke better compared to the other provinces of the Empire? Are they really that different, that free? Salome was convinced that they only told themselves a fairy, that they wanted to believe in that badly that they forget about anything else around them.

She got lost in her thoughts and finally took a sip of wine taking out another parchment and a feather. Just a few lines, nothing special but maybe it would force those responsible in Rome to finally sign what might cause huge changes for the whole Empire.
The Darkblond was aware, that Ludwig and her wrote history, a document of importance that would be known even in years and probably even longer.

"Please make sure such letter will be received quickly in Rome, it takes them already to long in Our eyes"

She passed the letter sealed to one of the servants, they were used to be in charge for a lot of such letters daily, all of them official all of them important and almost all of them urgent.

Her mind was still thinking as the bells started to ring, irritated she stood in her office. Alerted but she was not really able to see what was going on, she left her office to the corridors of the Palace, asking the servants what was going on.
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Johanna

Outside the palace in the medical area

Johanna had turned to the blanket she had showed to the man who brought her Salome and the scrolls. He had announced to her another victim of the fire. When Johanna saw the man she recognized him immediately. “Oh no!” she whispered, jumped about another blanket and went to her knees in front of the injured man. Her fiancé. He wasn’t with his senses. Like Salome. The man who brought him told her, that he had brought the young lady out of the palace, but Johanna didn’t listened. She checked if the man in front of her breath. He did. A tear of relief runs down her cheek. “Thanks god… thanks….” She mumbled and started to shout to a young boy who helps in the medical area.

“Bring me some hot water, and alcohol. As strong as you’re able to find it… and more unction and more bandages!” She turned to the man again. Her fingers stroke his dark hair gently out of his face. The hair was burned here and there. “You won’t go to die…” she whispered again. “You have to marry me…” The boy returned she took the things he brought to her and started to care about Findecanos wounds. There weren’t many really bad wounds. - Some smaller burnings here and there. His clothes were raged and burned at some places, but that doesn’t matter. She worked. One step after the other. She had to work.

Last she cleaned the little wounds in his face and did some unction on the little burnings. Carefully.
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Comyr

Comyr has managed it to get out of the building again, at least a few seconds before there was a lot of noise,
sounding like a whole wing of the building collapses.

"Damn it", he said more to himself. "Hopefully there was nobody in there."

A sudden pain was hitting his hand and as he looked to the scarf, where hot steel once as burned his flesh in the teutonic order, he saw, that the scarf was open again.
He rememberd, that he was forced to sustain himself on a hot pillar of stone - which has obviously burned his hand.

At the time the pain returns in its full scale, he has given the scrolls of parchment already to a servant and entered an area of injured persons.

"Everyone has seen His Majesty?" he asked towards a nurse, not realizing anymore, that he looks at Johanna from the back...

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Johanna

A last time she stroked the hair of Findecano gently. He was still without his senses, but she had to work. There were a lot of other injured persons who need help. She stood up and turned. A voice had spoken to her. First she didn’t recognize it, because he talked in English, as everyone did in Straßburg. But when she turned she recognized him immediately. “Comyr…” she whispered. She hadn’t thought of him. She had been too much worried about Findecano. But true. He was the heir of his majesty. Of course he had been in the palace! “Thanks God that you’re safe.” She answered, before she shook her head and answered in German. “No, I didn’t saw him here in the medical area. But I hope and pray that he will be fine…”

Her eyes scanned the man in front of her. “Your hand, Milord.” She said to him. She had been princess in Mainz, but when she met Comyr for the first time, she had been a bond slave who just had run away from her former master. Johanna had had a lot of respect, maybe even fear. But with the time, especially the time in Mainz, it had changed. She still had respect but now Comyr was her idol too. She had watched him, learned from him how to lead people. True, he led in another way than she did, but he had been her teacher.

Johanna stepped forward ant took his hand carefully in hers. “Oh that looks bad… I will take care of this wound and afterwards you can go and search for the Emperor.” And because he was a man she added: “And no argue about it. You can’t go in the Palace to search him. If something bad happened to him – may god guard him! – it’s up to you to lead the people. It would be bad if something bad happens to you, too.”
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Comyr

It was the German voice, who get into his head.
"Johanna..." he said, with a thin smile after a few moments of thinking who the person in front of him was.
He would never have needed a blink of an eye to remember her name, but under this circumstances it wasn't that easy.

Willful - or weak-willed - his hand was inspected by her. Words about leading, about argues, about the Palace - and the Emperor.

"Ludwig..." he said suddenly and raised fast, just to get down on his knees an instance later...

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Johanna

"Oh no! Not Ludwig! Not now!" she said and cauchgt his arm right in time to prevent him from falling. Men! They were always so stupid. “You sit down here, next to my fianc酔 she said and helped him to a free blanked just one meter away. She hadndt told Comyr that she is engaged, but now he would know. >And you donot move!e she ordered. She had been a bond slave and as a bond slave she had been ready to jump when her master called. She obeyed immediately. As princess she had learned to do it the other way round. And although Comyr was higher in rank it was easy for her to tell him to stay. The medical area was like a home. And a home was commanded by a woman. She turned to the boy who started to help her. nBring me the unction and the alcohol, and a cup.p She told him.

She got down on her knees as well and sat down beside him. She took his hand and laid it in her lap. It was night, but the fire and all the candles spent enough light. The boy brought her the ordered things. First she poured some of the hard liquor into the cup and pushed it into his other hand. >Drinkn she ordered. nIt will burn a bit.t Her latest patients had been without senses. But Comyr was with it. She started to clean the wound. Afterwards she put some unction on it and made a bandage.
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Liz.von.frayner

In the fury of the fire, she headed up, blind, following Lestat who pulled her behind him, until they where stopped in front of a door which was opened under the push of the Escorter. Of a jump, this one made the man laying on the bed get up of a masterful slap on a buttock. Lorenz! Almost, she would have embraced him of relief, but she had only the time to stammer some words.

Lorenz...your father...your sister...they are still somewhere in here...

Useless. Staggering, he was covered with a shirt and pushed towards the corridor by the Escorter. Of an arm, Lestat surrounded the Empress and since the hour was not to protests, it was firmly stuck to his side that their flight got on again, a piece of tissue sticks on the face. Whereas her eyebrows turned russet under the influence of the fire which caught up them and soon would surround them from everywhere.

Nevertheless, she was cut between moment of survival and moment of wife and mother. How could she only go out of this hell without having made sure that her husband had gone out of it by another exit, that he had find Luisa. And Lothar? She sent a fast prayer to the Highest so that her younger son broke one more time and so that he had escaped off the stupid thing far, very far from there.

But Lestat didn't left her the time to think and pushed them again and again, lungs on fire, avoiding the fall of beams, giving kicks here and to clear the way.

They were going to die, she knew it. The heat became such as it felt wasting away. If flames burned her the skin, the air burned her the inside of the body, she felt her end arriving. But it was without counting the last surge of will that suddenly crossed her. She could not die here, not now, they needed her, as much as she needed them. And then they were, very close by, just outside, waiting that she reaches the outside, she has to go out safe, out of the ruins of the Palace.

She had to bring her out of here, to reassure them, to say them how much sheloved them, how much she had been afraid for them.

She had to say to them...

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Dans la fureur de l'incendie, elle avanet, aveugle, suivant Lestat qui l'entrainait derrit lui au pas de charge, jusqu'ee qu'ils s'arr'nt devant une porte qui s'ouvrit a vol sous la poussà lde l'Escorteur. D'un bond, celui-ci fit sortir l'homme endormi dans son lit d'une claque magistrale sur une fesse. Lorenz! Pour un peu, elle l'aurait pris dans ses bras de soulagement, mais elle n'eut que le temps de balbutier quelques mots.

Lorenz.. ton ph... ta s>ur.. ils sont restes derriu...

Inutile. Titubant, il fut recouvert d'une chemise et poussuui aussi vers le couloir par l'Escorteur. D'un bras, Lestat entoura la taille de l Impttrice et l'heure nlent pas aux protestations, ce fut plaquafermement contre son flanc que leur fuite repris, un pan de tissu collrur le visage, tandis que ses sourcils roussissaient sous l'effet du brasier qui les rattrapait et bientdes entourerait de toutes parts.

Malgrtout, elle it partagbentre instinct de survie et instinct dpause et de me. Comment pouvait-elle sortir de cet enfer sans sree assurnque son tux en sit sorti par une autre issue, qu'il avait retrouvouisa. Et Lothar? Elle adressa une rapide pri au TrrHaut pour que son fils cadet ait une fois de plus drbèreet qu'il avait oappq la surveillance de sa fidf gouvernante, et qu'il soit en train de faire une bvse... loin, tr loin de lu

Mais Lestat ne lui laissait pas le temps de rtrir et les faisait avancer encore et encore, suffocants et les poumons en feu, ftant la chute des poutres, donnant des coups de pied ici et la pour dmger le passage.

Ils allaient mourir, elle le savait. La chaleur devenait telle qu'elle se sentait se consumer. Si les flammes lui brsnt la peau, l'air lui bri ltinteeur du corps, elle sentait sa fin arriver. Mais ce fut sans compter le dernier sursaut de volontiui soudain la traversa. Elle ne pouvait pas mourir ici, pas maintenant, les siens avaient besoin d'elle, autant qu'elle avait besoin d'eux. Et puis ils iient lmtout prn juste la dehors, nttendre qu'elle parvienne 'on tour a sortir a peu prEsaine et sauve des ruines du Palais.

Elle devait sortir de lnpour les rassurer, pour leur dire combien elle les aimaient, combien elle avait eu peur pour eux.
Il fallait qu'elle leur dise...

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Luisa.von.frayner

He would come. He could only come as hear, feel, guess she needed him. He could only save her because he was her father. More than that, he was a loving father and a father she loved, she admired, she was infinitely proud and against which she did not accept any kind of criticism. And if it was possible to be saved from the fire by a man who was not her father, as was Kang by Enzo, it was unimaginable that her Father does not come. He would come. He would bring her to their family and her mother, the tender love in person, her eldest, her protection; her younger brother, her protege. And that was all. That's what mattered. Not the imperial family, but Viscount Hayange and their three children. If there was an unfailing love, they had found, and it was a good enough reason to get out alive. Living.

The seconds ticked. Near death time stretches, and a few seconds turned into hours are enough to make faint one hope. This of Luisa stood firm. Somehow, but despite hours, despite the heat increases, despite the tears will never be enough to extinguish the flames around the Palace, or even those of the princely room, or even those who may reach the body. .. despite all that, the hope still, despite everything, tenacity, courage eventually be rewarded. What better reward than the image of a Father who offers, for the second time, a life? He came. Maybe the picture wasn't perfect but that does not matter!, He was there, and real or not, they were together and remain.

Dad...

A cough. Even this damn taste. Was it allowed to ruin the moment? If there had not been this smoke, she had spoken, she might have even laughed, and told: "Dad! I'm not scared, Dad, you're there. I knew you would come. I did not doubt for a second! You save me ... Thank you. Thank you Dad. "Then he would have taken her in his arms, he took her in his arms to tell her that everything was fine. She knew, everything was fine. Everything would be fine forever. She had never been so confident, not felt so protected, so relieved, as well. Impossible to remain silent. That would be rude and unfair.

I love you, Dad. Thank you.

Thank you for saving me. Thank you for being a true Father, for always being there and being there again. Thank you for being so strong. Thank you for coming. Thank you to accompany me. Thank you not to leave me alone, not to lose me and prevent me from getting lost, because losing life does not matter to me now, as I do not lose you, you.

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Il viendrait. Il ne pourrait que venir, que l'entendre, sentir, deviner qu'elle avait besoin de lui. Il ne pouvait que la sauver parce qu'il Iit son Pr. Plus que n il qit un Pt aimant et un Pd qu'elle aimait, qu'elle admirait, dont elle vit infiniment fir et contre lequel elle n'acceptait aucune sorte de critique. Et s'il uit possible d' e sauv,u feu par un homme qui n'lit pas son Pi, comme l'avait c Karg par Enzo, il 'it inimaginable que son P rlle ne vienne pas. Il viendrait. Il la ramé drait aupr de leur famille ; sa ma, l'amour tendre en personne ; son a , sa protection ; son cadet, son proto. Et c'à eit tout. Voil e qui comptait. Non pas la famille imppale, mais les Vicomtes d'Hayange et leur trois enfants. S'il y avait un amour indoctible, eux l'avaient trouv et c'était une assez bonne raison de s'en sortir vivante. Vivants.

Les secondes s'tulaient. Pr de la mort le temps s'ure, et quelques secondes transformt en heure suffisent uaire s'znouir un espoir. Celui de Luisa tenait bon. Tant bien que mal, mais malgrdes heures, malgr a chaleur qui s'accentue, malgrees larmes qui ne suffiront jamais steindre les flammes du Palais entier, ni me celles de la chambre princi , ni ma celles qui pourront atteindre son corps...Malgrlout a l'espoir restait, et malgr out l cette ticit ce courage finirent par de rlmpensa Quelle meilleure rempense que l'image d'un Ph qui vous offre, pour la seconde fois, une vie ? Il rit venu. Peut-Me l'image n'ait-elle que rse mais peu importe !, il cit l et rcs ou pas, ils eient ensemble et le resteraient.

Pa...

Une toux. Encore ce fichu go,tait-il permis de gler ce moment ? S'il n'y avait pas eu cette fum elle aurait parlselle aurait peut- e mm ri, et aurait dit : t-Papa ! Je n'ai pas peur, Papa, vous /s lnJe savais que vous viendriez. Je n'ai pas dout ne seconde ! Vous me sauvez...Merci. Merci Papa.âche Puis il l'aurait pris dans ses bras, il la prenait dans ses bras pour lui dire que tout allait bien. Elle le savait, tout allait bien. Tout irait bien pour toujours. Jamais elle n'avait i aussi confiante, ne s'nit sentie aussi protse, aussi soulagM aussi bien. Impossible de se taire. Ce serait impoli, et injuste.

Je vous aime, Papa. Merci.

Merci de me sauver. Merci d'je un vrai Pn, d'avoir toujours
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Sarah_elisabeth

Sarah had followed from afar the emperor headed resolutely toward the rooms, refusing to leave, despite the danger to rescue the treasure of his life. Sarah had always been impressed by the love that the emperor had for his daughter. Despite its costs, despite the constant travels and war to Geneva, he had always done his best to keep time for his children and especially for Luisa, his beloved daughter. Then she understood the distress that could embrace the growing life also in the flesh. So she ran after him for support as needed, and especially watch over him again and again. Because he was the emperor, as she was his escort, and as she admired the man behind the load.

Thus, in coming to the room she heard the sound of the fatal ceiling collapse. The crunch drew from her a scream while silhouettes of Ludwig and Luisa collapsed in rubble and plaster. Do not think, adrenaline invaded her body and gave her the determination and boldness necessary. Fortunately, she was stripped of her skirts. Ripping a curtain still almost intact, she wrapped herself her hands so as not to burn them to charred and tenacity cleared the piles of wood and plaster to release the two people below. The emperor and his daughter were there. Sarah tore the bandages to make sure everything was fine and turned pale sitting for a moment in the monstrous fact. Luisa, her friend, was no more. The collapse of the roof had been fatal to the girl and Sarah remained prostrate for a moment under the terrible news.

Luisa... My god...

A sudden crack in the nearby room suddenly made her realize that she had not yet too delay. Sarah closed her eyes of her friend, took her medallion of Aristotle to place it on her and prayed for a moment to the repose of her soul. Coughing, she then checked the pulse and respiration of the emperor. He was alive, injured, but alive. And he was the Empire. So the woman took the bodie from the rubble and taking a board not far, settled there as she could with bed sheets. The man was too heavy for her to wear it but it could take thus. She stared well a sheet to the board, tensed under stress and began to move with her strange hitch in the corridors of the palace to join the only way she could hope to take in such a situation.

At few pieces of there, an unlikely yet providential outcome, the dumbwaiter to the imperial chamber. When no legs ... The young woman came to install the Emperor and climbed after him, using the rappel down to the ground floor. Once there, the hitch was replaced and Sarah eventually appear in a side window, coughing, her face covered with soot, before screaming for someone to come to their rescue, before collapsing from exhaustion , lungs flooded with smoke.

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Sarah avait suivi de loin l'empereur qui se dirigeait rllument vers les chambres, refusant de sortir malgr e danger pour porter secours au tr_r de sa vie. Sarah avait toujours it impressionn par l'amour que l'empereur .ouvait pour sa fille. Malgr>es charges, malgr es voyages incessants et la guerre avec Gent, il avait toujours fait son possible pour garder un moment pour ses enfants et tout particulilment pour Luisa, sa fille bien aima Alors elle comprenait la dvesse qui pouvait l'ieindre la vie grandissant pour elle aussi dans sa chair. Elle courait donc apralui pour l'é luler au besoin, et surtout veiller sur lui encore et toujours. Car il it l'empereur, car elle it son Escorte, et car elle admirait l'homme derrit la charge.

C'est ainsi qu'en arrivant en vue de la chambre elle entendit le bruit funeste du plafond qui s'effondre. Le craquement lui arracha un hurlement alors que les silhouettes de Ludwig et Luisa s' oulaient dans les gravas et le plle. Ne pas rcair, l'adraline envahissait son corps et lui donnaient la drrmination et la t rit /ssaire. Heureusement, elle s'ait darrass de ses jupons. Deirant un rideau encore eu prtintact, elle s'emmitoufla les mains pour ne pas trop les bruler aux dlis calcineet avec ttcit dgea les monceaux de bois et de plae pour drger les deux personnes en dessous. L'empereur et sa fille aient l Sarah arracha ses bandages pour s'assurer que tout allait bien et pHt, s'asseyant un instant sous le constat monstrueux. Luisa, son amie, n' it plus. L'effondrement du toit avait o fatale a jeune fille et Sarah resta prostruun moment sous la nouvelle terrible.

Luisa... Doux ia...

Un craquement soudain dans la pio toute proche lui fit soudain riiser qu'il ne fallait pourtant pas trop tarder. Sarah referma les paupils de son amie, retira son mnillon d'Aristote pour le deser sur elle, pria un instant pour le repos de son s. Toussant, elle vgfia ensuite le pouls et la respiration de l'empereur. Il it en vie, blesssmais vivant. Et il /it l'Empire. Alors, la jeune femme tira le corps des dimbres et prenant une planche non loin, l'y fixa comme elle put avec des draps du lit. L'homme rit trop lourd pour qu'elle le porte mais elle pourrait le tirer ainsi. Elle fixa ainsi un drap ea planche, s'arcbouta sous l'effort et commen. rogresser avec son fange attelage dans les couloirs du palais pour rejoindre la seule issue qu'elle pouvait espEr emprunter dans une telle situation.

A quelques piss de leune issue improbable et pourtant providentielle, le monte plat de la chambre impeale. Quand on a pas les jambes... La jeune femme vint y installer l'empereur et grimpa na suite, usant de la corde de rappel pour descendre au rez-de-chaussr Une fois sur place, l'attelage fut remis en place et Sarah finit par apparaitre lne fenee latlle, toussant, le visage couvert de suie, avant de hurler pour qu'on vienne qeur secours, avant de s'eouler d'misement, les poumons envahis de fum,
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Escarilha

She was so happy, Anya, to go for a visit in a new city. Ad to see a little bot of the imperial palace. And to spend a few time alone with her senhd She didndt her anything, she was deeply asleep with his beautiful lover in her arms. This is his voice who made her open her eyes, not the bells, and she didn t even have the time to think that she is half naked in a corridor, since she just had time to put a shirt. She hold tight strongly the hand and she nods. Nope she will not panix and yep he will save them, she trust him, more than anyone else, and she know he will not let her die, neither the child inside her. So she hold tight strongly the hand and put her head down, in the empty hope not to swallow to much smoke.

It makes your eyes smart and gives you a tickle in the the throat, it burns inside, but the only thing she tells to herself is lo desprengas pas, lo desprengas pas d, she knows very well that if their hands would be separaded, the death would slip her cold fingers against hers. And Anya doesn t want to die, the Lord gave her a beautiful life, and she will have a baby, a son who will be a great knight. So she moves forward, caughing, without knowing where she goes, she follows him that s all.

And suddently, she takes off, lifted by some strong arms, strong but unknown, well nope, she recognizes him, this is the chambellandelordredeslarmes, the nice knight she met in Geneva. She looks at the hand, the one she shouldn t let go, because if she does, she would die. She s very superstitious, the blond, and the half second during her loveks fingers let her go seems way more paintful that this smoke.

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She nod to say to her Lord that shees alright, she would like to be able to smile, but itos a squeak who comes out when the ceiling falls down, or just a part of it, she doesnit really know, and she hold strongly the almort burning armour of her saviour. She closes her eyes, because aroud her itss ugly and frightening and she could do nothing, juste hoping they will escape this hell.

o Voli pas morisl ,

In occitan : d don t let go ofl / h I can walkr / g I donrt want to dieu

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Elle tit toute contente, Anya, dhaller visiter une nouvelle ville. Et de voir un peu le palais imp al. Et de passer du temps toute seule avec son senhp Elle a rien entendu, elle, elle dormait profondnent, avec son bel amant dans les bras. Cwest sa voix qui la fit ouvrir les yeux, pas les cloches, et m_ pas le temps de bien r_iser quoute nue dans un couloir, noayant eu le temps d=enfiler que sa chainse. Elle serre fort la main et hoche la t . Nan elle paniquera pas et ouais il va les sortir de leelle lui fait confiance uui, plus quimpimporte qui, elle sait bien quoil la laissera pas mourir, ni l enfant qutelle porte. Alors elle serre fort la main et elle baisse la tn, dans laid un peu vaine de ne pas avaler trop de fum

Ca pique les yeux et la gorge pourtant, ebre leintteur, mais la seule chose qunelle se rote cnest n lo desprengas pas, lo desprengas pas ., elle le sait bien que si leurs mains venaient le sprer, crest la mort qui glisserait ses doigts froids contre les siens. Et Anya ne veut pas mourir, le Lord lui a fait une belle vie, et puis elle va avoir un b , un fils qui sera un grand chevalier. Alors elle avance en toussant et sans savoir oee va, elle le suit tout simplement.

Et puis duun coup, elle se sent dpllrdu sol par des bras muscle musclimais inconnus, enfin nan, pas tant que t elle le reconna csest le chambellandelordredeslarmes, le gentil chevalier rencontri Genà s. Elle regarde la main, celle quselle doit pas lter, parce que si elle la l e, elle va mourir. Cmest qu elle est tr supersticieuse, la blonde, et la demi seconde ob doigts de son amour la quittent lui para plus douloureuse que cette fumequi lui arrache les poumons.

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Et elle hoche la to ton Lord, pour lui dire que ava bien, elle lui sourirait bien pour se faire rassurante mais c,est un petit cri qui sort quand le plafond srsoule, ou juste un bout, elle en sait trop rien, et elle resserre fort ses bras autour de lparmure presque brue de son sauveur. Et puis elle ferme les yeux, parce qu autour d elle, cfest laid et effrayant et qu

o Voli pas moris a

En occitan : écr le l e pas t / n je peux marcher i / r je veux pas mourir s
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Le_brun

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Lestat_

La chaleur devenait insupportable et on y voyait gus tant la fums/it dense, je commenes tuffoquer. Tout srioulait et je m" rtuais Suger les poutres tant bien que mal, avec lhaide de Lorenz.
Les flammes nous l=aient la peau, il ne fallait plus tra8rF
Mes yeux, ma gorge me brent et heureusement que je connaissais les couloirs par ctur.

Liz !

Dans la panique, j en oubliais la courtoisie et les protocoles, mais tant pis. L=impntrice nous ralentissait avec ses jupons. Sans aucun d ot d v, je la soulevais et la posait sur mon jule. Chancelant pour garder mon ’ilibre, je stabilisais le poids et hurlais oorenz entre deux quintes de toux

Suis-moi ! Faut sortir, laon va griller !

Jiavais leimpression que notre dernin heure /it arriv/et tandis que je me frayais un passage au milieu des d mbres, je dus reposer loimpstrice in extremis suite nne chute de poutre. Je la plaquais au sol me jetant sur elle, prot.ant son corps du mien. Une douleur atroce se fit sentir sur mon tule droite, je vis les iiles et manquais d illir. Serrant les dents, je me relevais empoignant les deux de chaque cs

Enfin, la sortie vers laquelle je les poussais sans m gement. La robe impeale :it en flammes. Sans rt ir, je battis mes mains me cramant la peau pour tenter de les euffer pour finalement la repousser au sol

Roulez-vous par terre !

Je finis ditindre les flammes en y jetant ma cape. Y mettant le peu de force qupil me restait. A bout, les yeux rouges, hors dehaleine et crachant mes poumons, les mains crams et lleule en compote, je nleus pas le temps de m,inquier des brss de Liz et Lorenz que je mquoulais au sol/
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The heat was unbearable and we saw so much smoke was dense , I began to suffocate. Everything collapsed and I struggled to identify the beams as well as possible , with the help of Lorenz.
The flames licked our skin , should no longer hang ...
My eyes , my throat burned me and luckily I knew by heart the corridors .

Liz !

In a panic , I forgot the courtesy and protocol , but never mind . The Empress slowed us with her skirts . Without any qualms , I picked her up and laid it on my shoulder. Staggering to keep my balance, I stabilisais weight and screamed at Lorenz between coughing

Follow me! To get out there, we'll grill !

I felt that our last hour had arrived and while I frayais passage amid the rubble , I had to rest the Empress in extremis after falling beam . I plaquais ground throwing myself on her, protecting her body to mine. Excruciating pain was felt on my right shoulder , I saw the stars and missed faint. Gritting his teeth , I stood clutching the two on each side .

Finally, the output to which I pushed unceremoniously . The imperial dress was in flames. Without thinking, I clapped my hands cramant my skin to try to stifle the push to finally ground

Roll you down!

I finished off the flames by throwing my cape . Y putting the little strength I had left . At the end , red eyes , out of breath and coughing my lungs , hands and shoulder cram compote , I do not have time to worry about burns and Liz Lorenz that I collapsed on the ground ...
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Le_brun

Ils sient dans la cuisine, L'Empereur et le Capitaine de l'Escorte Imp8ale. Deux hommes, qui recherchaient la fille du premier. Deux pps, et si le Capitaine n'"it pas noble, n'sit qu'un simple gueux, il n'en demeurait pas moins qu'il 5it un pa.

Lorsque l'empereur d8de de prendre une autre condition, il continue d'appeler...

Luisa ? Altesse ?

Il tousse, oout de souffle quasiment, et se retourne, cherchant l'Empereur du regard. Mais celui-ci a disparu. Il se dirige alors vers la seule issue possible que Ludwig a pu prendre, l'appelle.

Majestd Senher Ludwig ?

En cet instant, il se souvient, de Montpellier, de la petite Luisa, de Liz, et il ferme les yeux, s'arrint un instant pour reprendre son souffle, entre deux quintes de toux, avant de poursuivre.

Majest Altesse ?

Enfin, il les d uvre, Sarah pr/d'eux. Il les regarde, et le visage de Luisa qu'il devine blanchae malgrpa suie l'attire, il s'approche d'elle, cherche un souffle de vie, et se reli hurlant, tout en poussant la poutre sur le cl:

NON ! NON ! NON ! Luisa !!! Princesse !!!

Les forces lui sont dnple et il la retire de lula prenant dans les bras, s'asseyant par terre.

Luisa... Princesse...

Difficile eire si c'est la fuma la toux, ou l'rtion qui fait couler les larmes sur les joues du Capitaine. Lentement, il se l , gardant Luisa dans ses bras, et s'approche de l'Empereur. Il dlutit et regarde l'homme, ce pp dont il n'imagine que de trfloin la douleur, mr s'il sait ce que c'est lorsque l'on vous arrache un enfant, vu que deux des siens sont trlloin de lui.

Majestr. Il faut que l'on sorte...

La petite est... morte. La petite princesse... Celle dont son fils lui rab>ait les oreilles, la princesse Luisa, l'espiie Luisa qu'il avait connu enfant. D catement, il la porte dans ses bras, apr>avoir oseui diser un baiser sur le front, et remis sa robe comme il fallait pour ne pas laisser de parcelles de peau visibles.

They were in the kitchen, The Emperor and the Captain of the Imperial Escort . Two men, who were looking for the girl first . Two fathers, and if the Captain was not noble , was a mere beggar, he nevertheless remained that he was a father.

When the emperor decided to take another condition, he continues to call ...

Luisa ? Highness ?

He coughs , almost breathless , and turned , seeking the Emperor 's eyes. But it has disappeared. He then heads to the only possible way that Ludwig was able to take the call .

Majesty ? Senher Ludwig ?

At that moment, he remembers , Montpellier , small Luisa , Liz , and he closes his eyes , pausing for a moment to catch her breath between coughing before continuing .

Majesty ? Highness ?

Finally, he discovers Sarah near them. He looks , and face Luisa guess that despite the white soot draws , he approached her , looking for a breath of life and rises screaming while pushing the beam on the side :

NO! NO! NO! Luisa ! Princess !

Forces him tenfold and he withdrew from there , taking her in his arms, sitting on the floor.

Luisa ... Princess ...

Hard to say if it is the smoke , coughing, or emotion that makes the tears on the cheeks of Captain . Slowly he rises , keeping Luisa in her arms, and near the Emperor. He swallowed and looks at the man , the father which he imagines that by far the pain, even though he knows what it is when you tear a child , as two of his are far from it.

Majesty ... We need you so ...

The smallest is ... dead. The little princess ... That which his son harped his ears , Princess Luisa Luisa mischievous child he had known . Gently , he carries in his arms, after daring him a kiss on the forehead and handed her dress as he had to leave no visible skin patches .

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Gouape_et_mini.gaucher

seth
nico

Levie bon matin, le jeune Track p

Lev/lus tdue son neveu, la rosrfiltre les premiers rayons du soleil quand il court dans la for porte des bc et fait fliir ses bras pour bomber l4orgueil ds bien prenantc
L8entrainement paisible fut de courte dura un nuage de poussii gris se diffuse dans le ciel. Le temps change et le paysage ssassombrit juste au-dessus du palais Impaal. Le gouape prend peur et file plus vite que son ombre rejoindre le village.

Il cherche dans tous les lieux possibles une aide. Pas de Louis, pas de Lesta, pas de Khalan

*Nicolas !*

A peine le temps de sortir la derniu fournm que son oncle Seth fit irruption comme un ouragan.

Le palais est en flammes ! Vite !

Nico en lma ses pains et sortit derrid le gouape au pas de course. Jamais les deux archeurs nlavaient courus si vite. Le caur cognant rui faire exploser la poitrine, le jeune gaucher balbutiait entre deux rss

Papa..Luisa...Lestat oh mon Dieus
Seth emportait son neveu avec lui, lui serrant la main, plus fort que jamais.
Ce n>est pas comme si cylit le moment que tout parte en fum=
*La famille Imp,alee Les escorteurs Les rrcheurs *

Figfevant le spectacle horrible qui vous prend comme un coup de fouet, le gouape observe, scrute, balaye les cendres aa recherche drun visage familier.
Opaque Suffocant.

Les flammes srsvaient jusqusau ciel et un ris nuage de fumrnoire envahissait toute la ville.Lfair it difficilement respirable.
La panique animtles gens et Seth et Nicolas se faisaient bousculer, invisibles au milieu de la foule en cris. Bras liP

Dans la cour exterieure, les gens s>activaient criaient et couraient dans tous les sens. Nico,paniqurtaccrocha au bras de son oncle.

/ p va aller Nicolas couvres ton visage avec ton foulard!!I
*Mais bien sb* Aussitait,aussitfait

Et soudain, des gens qui sortaient des dembres. Ils reconnurent lestat trainant lrimp trice, aidqu grand prince. Les habits imp>aux avaient pris feu et le roux et Lorenz sn ient dnna eindre,le temps que Seth et Nico arrivent prLdaeux, Lestat sicit effondrs/span>
Mais dans quel it eit l Impstricee Le blond cendrecarquille un bref instant les yeux sur elle et les baisse sur Lesta, puis les genoux, le c>ur qui bat la paniqueu Sueur froide malgrve brasier qui les emprisonne.

Nicolas.. n

Emmenes les deux lw la roulotte, tonna Seth ouadresse de son neveu

Secouage forclu Lest, peure

LESTA !!!

Grimace, cris, mains qui se resserrent sur les habits charbonnndu frt inanimn/span>
LESTA !! Je txen prie !!

Papa !!! ou est mon pa ? Retrouvez le,je vous en prie !
Protétaz LlImpptrice et trouvez-moi Louis Track !! Vite. * A Lorenz*
Ou est Luisa ?
r On va la retrouver. n

Effraymleurant malgr ui, Nicolas obeit /on oncle, soutenant la maman de Luisa dtun c aid ar le prince
D ussol
Aux roulottes!

Une fois arrivg ne sachant pas quoi faire, :out de nerfs.le gamin sortit couvertures et bouteilles d'armagnac pour que chacun reprenne ses esprits

Le gouape d/sa le roux sur sa couche.Peu heu, il revint ui.

L'heure

Sarah.elisabeth

Boom ... Boom ... Boom ... Blood flow pulsating painfully temples.
Keuf ... Keuf ... Fumes that irritate the throat and ablaze lungs.
kchhhhh ... kchhhhh ... Breathing in distress from lack of oxygen.
Hummmmm ... The hoarse moan to the sensation of returning stomach cramps.

First sounds of a little woman trying to emerge from the toxicity of fumes of carbon and burns caused to her airway . The doctor who had come to support the strapping in order to clean the airway without her risk of injury, struggling under the sensation of drowning due to water in her nose. It was, however, evacuate as soon soot in her nose and throat so she found a calm breathing and second point concerned the practitioner was to have recognized the slight belly bulge characteristic of the young woman when someone undressed her burned clothes to check the status of her burns and put on her a clean shirt. The patient had inhaled a lot of harmful gases, and obviously had pushed her beyond reasonable resistance to reach her goal of removing the man with her. She would have to announce the terrible news to the young woman gently saw her current state of weakness. But for the situation was really no hope to consider.

The hours pass and finally ... A cry of pain, Sarah doubles over in bed and wakes up the lost look. Coughing hoarse tearing her throat quickly overtaken by a new cramp pain spin her belly. A woman in a blouse runs to her side and took her hand for a moment, trying to offer her an anchor to regain control.

Lady ... you managed to get the flames ... We believe that you will leave you ... But ... I'm afraid you ... Your pain will continue as your body must evacuate ... your ...

The doctor bites her lip. How to announce it?

I'm sorry ... Be brave ...

Sarah stares into the doctor's. She would be lulled into illusion but the pain is brutal and explicit. Then a long sob escapes her throat. Even that has robbed her. There will be nothing more to her. Her body trembled in shock and a new cough through it. But she nods clenching her teeth so they do not collide. Hot liquid and moist suddenly spot the bottom of her dress. Too many horror that day, too many deaths. Let's be done with this and be helped to sleep ...

A few hours later, a young woman with a deadly pallor resting on a clean bench. The sheets are clean, white and virginal dress that covers blends with her complexion and extreme fairness of her hair. She rests, finally, almost disturbing of innocence and peace. Yet it is only the effect of drugs administered to her by her practitioner. This one looks after her patient. She thought a moment lose her patient at the same time as the rest of it was so weakened by the toxic fumes. But this one seems much more solid than her appearance suggests. Then she searched her belongings and is send a letter to the person she found a letter.

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Greetings your Grasce,

in the fire of the Palace of Strasbourg, we have taken care of the young Sarah Elisabeth von Strass. This one is in our clinic where she is currently recovering from a smoke poisoning and some burns. But her life does not seem in danger. However, the views of the state we would be reassured that the supports around the time of her convalescence to the views of her condition. We'll talk to your arrival if you could load it.

respectfully,

Anna Semperdre
Medical officer, dispensary of Strasbourg

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Boum... Boum... Boum... Le flux du sang qui pulse douloureusement aux tempes.
Keuf... Keuf... Les fums qui irritent la gorge et embrasent les poumons.
kchhhhh...kchhhhh... La respiration en pleine dtesse par manque d'oxygh.
Hummmmm... Le gissement rauque ra sensation des crampes qui retournent l'estomac.

Premiers sons d'un petit bout de femme qui tentent d'_rger de la toxicit_es fum_ de carbone et des brulures occasionn_ _es voies respiratoires. Le mbcin qui l'avait prise en charge avait fini par la sangler pour pouvoir nettoyer ses voies respiratoires sans qu'elle ne risque de se blesser en se d

Les heures passent et finalement... Un cri de douleur, Sarah se plie en deux dans son lit et s'eille, le regard perdu. Une quinte de toux rauque lui d ire la gorge vite rattrapopar une nouvelle crampe de douleur qui vrille son ventre. Une femme en blouse accourt ees cotset lui prend la main un instant, tentant de lui offrir un point d'ancrage pour retrouver son contrt

Dame... vous avez r si vortir des flammes... Nous pensons que vous vous en sortirez... Mais... Je crains que vous ... Vos douleurs vont continuer car votre corps doit pcuer... votre...

Le micin se mord la lse. Comment annoncer cela?

Je suis dall.. Soyez courageuse...

Sarah plonge son regard dans celui du mncin. Elle voudrait se bercer d'illusion mais la douleur est l brutale et explicite. Alors un long sanglot s'uappe de sa gorge. Ml cela, on lui aura doblIl ne lui restera plus rien. Son corps tremble sous le choc et une nouvelle quinte de toux la traverse. Mais elle acquiesce en serrant les dents pour ne pas qu'elles s'entrechoquent. Un liquide chaud et moite tache soudain le bas de sa chaisne. Trop d'horreur en ce jour, trop de morts. Qu'on en finisse avec tout cela et qu'on l'aide sormir...

Quelques heures plus tard, c'est une jeune femme d'une pour mortiff qui repose sur une paillasse nettoy Les draps sont propres, la chaisne blanche et virginale qui la recouvre s'harmonise oa carnation et ra blondeur extrp de sa chevelure. Elle repose, enfin, presque dtngeante d'innocence et de paix. Pourtant ce ne sont que l'effet des drogues que lui a administr" sa praticienne. Celle ci veille sur sa patiente. Elle a un moment pens>erdre sa patiente en m" temps que le reste tellement elle nit affaiblie par les fumd toxiques. Mais celle ci semble bien plus solide que son aspect le laisse supposer. Alors elle fouille ses affaires et fait adresser un courrier a personne dont elle a trouven courrier.

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Salutations votre Grasce,

lors de l'incendie du Palais de Strasbourg, nous avons pris en charge la jeune Sarah Elisabeth von Strass. Celle ci se trouve au sein de notre dispensaire o e se remet actuellement d'une intoxication aux fump et de quelques brulures. Mais sa vie ne semble plus en danger. Cependant, aux vues de son bt nous serions rassur que des proches la prenne en charge le temps de sa convalescence aux vues de son nt. Nous en reparlerons totre arrivesi vous pouviez vous charger d'elle.

Respectueusement,

Anna Semperdre
Mtcin du dispensaire de Strasbourg

Enzo

[ Avec Evrard et Anya ]

Les flammes ravagent, br", blessent et tuent. Elles engouffrent le Palais comme le ferait une mer d/aingavalant un bateau au large, et Enzo ne sait plus quoi penser. Immobile alors que tout risque de s/aouler, alors que la crainte sdinstalle plus fortement en lui, que les souvenirs du feu dans la Cathcale le fige et lui donne la nause Il nmest qu"un homme apretout, et aussi courageux est-il dans les grandes batailles, depuis ce feu, aontpellier, les flammes le terrifient. Parce qu"il a vu un corps inerte br/et le souffle setapper de lui, il se souvient dgavoir tenu Kaelig, petit garg de dix ans jusqu/au bout avant de speffondrer aux portes de la cath=ale en feu. Sentir le feu le brD la charpente s souler, le bois se fracasser sur eux, mais avancer, pour survivre. Il en avait gardine bre r" ule gauche. Et alors que tout stioule autour, jeentends ma respiration, saccad sifflante et lointaine. Je sens mes jambes se d>ber sous moi, le plancher qui craque comme spil allait succomber sous mon poids. Combien de temps suis-je rester dans l>immobilitrt le silence ? Je n'en sais rien. Ceest le bruit fracassant qui me sort de ma leargie et me remet les idg en place. Ne pas lcer prise. Je n ai pas envie de mourir. Pas maintenant et surtout pas dans les flammes. Alors d un mouvement brusque je me propulse vers la gauche allant mcraser aux pieds d prard en grima t. Derriq nous, les flammes finissent daavaler ce qui reste du corridor dans lequel nous eons. Et surtout dans lequel j ais il y a quelques minutes.

Lsinstant de panique perdure alors qu Enzo tente de se relever, leant un petit g ssement de douleur. Un soupir, alors qupil appuie sur sa jambe gauche plut ue la droite. Rien de cassdmais fait tout de mo mal. Les sinoples se posent sur Evrard et Anya aui le jeune Comte fait un l r sourire, reprenant doucement son souffle et son calme.

- r Je vais bienécr u

Il lui semble au jeune homme qubils sont hors de danger maintenant, et il recule un peu, boitillant, une main dans les cheveux, observant le spectacle effroyable qui se dessine ux. Un second regard vers le chambellan de l ordre des lames et Anya.

- m Vous savez si ltEmpereur et sa famille ont l rcud? n

Le jeune homme boitille lirement vers Anya, lui reprend la main quselle a lalquelques minutes plus tit s essuie le front détiun revers de la manche.

- Nous devrions nous rigner et rejoindre les autres, les blessdentre autress Nous serons peut- e utiles r
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Findecano

All was black, there was absolutely nothing. No light, no sound, no feeling, no memory, not cold, not warm.

Then there was a sound, he heard talking. It was close to him, familiar voices. One soothing -almost angelic-, the other of a comrade-in-arms.

Almost immediately he coughed. His throat and lungs were hurting, but he finally started to come to his senses and felt that his whole body hurt. He slowly opened his eyes and tried to think. Where was he and how did he end up here? Why was he in pain? He looked up and saw his beloved, treating Comyr.

With a wavering voice, he asked: Hanna? Wha-.. What happened?
In all the months he knew her, he had never called her this way, but now he had done it without realizing it.
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[~*~] Je vivroie liement, douce creature, se vous savies vraiement qu'en vous fust parfaitement ma cure [~*~]

Charles

Le duc de Pinnt qui iit de retour en ses terres aprMune longue retraite pour pleurer ses proches et s'snt remis des blessures suite aux joutes de Savoie, recevait ses gentillets pour entendre leur dol
Son secr5ire particulier arriva, s'inclina et tendit un pli au duc. Charles en rompit le scel qu'il ne connaissait pas et prit connaissance du contenu, resure que les lettres glissaient sous le regard du balafrele ctur de l'homme battait plus fortn! Non il ne devait perdre une de ses proches amies, il n'y survivrait pas.

/>Loyaux sujets, notre vassale la donte Carmagnola 5esoin de nos soins, je remets vos dol>ces entre les mains de notre bailli.n_

Ainsi le duc en avait dtdeil donna ses instructions.

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Dame salutation,
Nous nous mettons en route pour ramener la dame de Carmagnole en ses terres pi ntaises et ainsi la mettre sous notre protection.

Duc Charles.

Le voyage dura ce qu'il dura et le taureau se fit annoncer pour visiter Sarah.

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The Duke of Piedmont who was back in his land after a long retreat to mourn relatives and having recovered from injury following the games of Savoy, received his gentillets to hear their complaints and deliver justice , daily life of a suzerain .

His private secretary came , bowed and handed a bend Duke . Charles broke the sealed he did not know and took knowledge of the content , as the letters slipped under the gaze of scarred , the human heart beat faster ! No, he had lost one of her close friends , it would not survive .

" Loyal subjects, our vassal donrarmagnola to the need of our care , I put your concerns in the hands of our bailiff . "

And the Duke 's decision, he gave his instructions.

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Lady greeting,
We set off to bring the lady in his Carmagnole Piedmont land and put it under our protection.

Duke Charles .

The journey took it lasted and the bull was announced to visit Sarah .
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Sarah_elisabeth

The practitioner was notified of the arrival of the Duke whom she had sent a letter to the young "white lady" as everyone called here. She asked what to do next at the head of this one. When he arrived she told him softly as Sarah lay in her bed. Her skin was opalescent, her hair was done since little less dull, but several broad strands were burned, and hair frissotaient in places, signs of heat it had endured. Some traces of burns differed on the visible parts of your skin. She slept, drawn, yet so calm face in abandoning the rest.

Your Grasce, I'm glad you came. I think your vassal will need support after such an ordeal. She needs to be surrounded and occupied to regain contact with his life. Since being here she has spoken a few words and has not cried, which is very rare in this kind of ... position. She seemed happy that we contacted you and asked for you after each of her revivals. I leave you with her, I have to go see my other patients. We have many people to take charge due to this tragedy, the time that families can pick them up.

The practitioner then left the Duke of Piedmont at the bedside of his vassal . After long minutes , eyelids lady blonde finally open with heaviness , the name of Charles escaping her lips as the doctor had predicted . When Sarah saw that Charles was present , her amber eyes so sad and weary grows suddenly and she finally dared to indulge in her first sob, forgetting all decorum to straighten and curl up against the chest of one who has always represented a pillar in her life. There had been too much death , too much horror. Luisa was dead, he had been taught that the emperor despite all the efforts of the Escort was very ill . It was too much for her frail shoulders , too many losses ... For a moment, in the comforting arms circle of her overlord, she allowed herself to become frail and helpless of running tensions and accumulated sorrows , without false modesty , without attempting to show strong. Then slowly, she sat up, wiping the tears piteously on her cheeks and looked at Charles with infinite gratitude.

Thank you ... Charles thank you for coming. I think I will not be useful here. I failed to preserve the integrity of the Emperor ... And Luisa ...

Holding a groan of pain at the thought of his deceased friend, she stood up to give countenance and seem stronger than it was.

I heard that the ban was lifted in Savoy. I can always help protect walls. Bring me down there with you ... Please.

Tentatively, she held out her hand for him to sort all this, it is no longer obliged to stay and elongated to rehash it all, to think about what she had lost and the letter he be drafted to prevent that loss of this right.

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La praticienne fut prenue de la venue du duc mui elle avait adress.ne missive pour la jeune dame blanche comme tous l'appelaient ici. Elle demanda e qu'on le fasse venir au chevet de celle ci. Quand il arriva elle lui parla ioix basse car Sarah reposait dans son lit. Sa peau nit opalescente, sa chevelure se faisait depuis peu moins terne, mais plusieurs larges m es avaient s brul visage si calme pourtant, dans l'abandon du repos.

Votre Grasce, je suis heureuse que vous soyez venu. Je pense que votre vassale aura besoin de soutien suite ane telle aeuve. Elle a besoin d'ee entouroet occup pour retrouver contact avec sa vie. Depuis qu'elle est ici elle n'a prononclue peu de mots et n'a pas encore pleurdce qui est fort rare dans ce genre de ... situation. Elle a semblaeureuse de savoir que nous vous avions contact_t demande depuis apr_vous _hacun de ses r_ils. Je vous laisse avec elle, je dois aller voir mes autres patients. Nous avons de nombreuses personnes rendre en charge suite pe drame, le temps que les familles puissent venir les chercher.

La praticienne laissa alors le duc du Pient au chevet de sa vassale. apr de longues minutes, les paupies de la blonde dame s'ouvrir enfin avec lourdeur, le nom de charles s' appant de ses laes comme l'avait pret le macin. quand Sarah vit que Charles mit bien pr,nt, son regard ambrgi triste et las s'agrandit soudain et enfin elle osa se laisser aller son premier sanglot, oubliant toute biensuce pour se redresser et se blottir contre le torse de celui qui reprsntait depuis toujours un pilier dans sa vie. Il y avait eu trop de mort, trop d'horreur. Luisa /it morte, on lui avait appris que l'empereur malgroous les efforts de l'Escorte rit au plus mal. C'zit bien trop pour ses fres aules, trop de pertes... Pendant un instant, dans le cercle r nfortant des bras de son suzerain, elle se permit de redevenir fra et sans dinse, de laisser couler les tensions et les chagrins accumulp sans fausse pudeur, sans tenter de se montrer forte. Puis doucement, elle se redressa, essuyant piteusement les larmes sur ses joues et regarda Charles avec une infinie reconnaissance.

Merci... Merci Charles d' e venue. Je crois que je ne serai plus utile ici. J'ai mou prtrver l'inteitfe l'empereur... Et Luisa...

Retenant un grssement de douleur oa pensdde son amie d nte, elle se redressa pour se donner contenance et paraitre plus forte qu'elle ne l''it.

J'ai entendu que le ban avait i lev n Savoie. Je pourrai toujours aider rotir les remparts. Ramenez moi lbas auprrde vous... Je vous en prie.

Timidement, elle tendit sa main pour qu'il la sorte de tout cela, qu'elle ne soit plus obligede rester ainsi allongo ressasser tout cela, vonger e qu'elle avait perdu et ta lettre qu'il lui faudrait rrger pour pranir qui de droit de cette perte.
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Johanna

Carefully Johanna pated Comyr on the back of his bandaged hand and said: pIt will hurt a while, but you will be fine.When she wanted to say more, there was a voice, she recognized immediately, although he never had called her gHannar before. He always says sMyladyd or lMaylady Johanna . He never ever called her only Johanna. And using her short form, like Sirona and Camma do, he never did too. He was her fiancgut still theytre very respectful towards each other. aStay here.r She said to Comyr and went up to her feet just to sit down a meter away next to Findecano.

She didn=t let him sit up. Instead she let him place his head in her lap. Iem here Milord.e She said quietly. oDonnt move to fast.t Johanna stroked his hair back out of his forehead. lYou had been in the burning palace and carried the young lady Salome out of it. It seems that it had been too much for you. You passed out. Like the lady did. But both of you will be fine.l

She watched down on him. It still was dark, but the burning palace and the candles in the medical area light the scene. I have to look for other patients. You have to stay here. And donst move. I will look after you again. Alright? Or does anything hurt you?p
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Findecano

He listened to Johanna and thought about what had happened. He felt worthless laying there, but did as she asked of him. He felt himself slowly returning to the world. His memories were coming back to him: bright images of fire, feelings of despair, but he made had it. Or was this heaven, he wondered jokingly.

Johanna asked him if he was in pain. ''No, I am not in pain.'' He said to her, even though he actually was, but he did not want to pay any attention to it, so she could help others who would need her care a lot more than him. ''Thank you and good luck, milady...'' Were his words before she left.

So he had saved the young Imperial Chancellor from the burning palace. But why did he have to faint..?

He cleared his mind and looked at Comyr. ''We meet again friend, were it that I wished it would be on better terms.'' It was a coincidence that the two of them were brought together here. They had fought side by side, both hoping not to be injured. Now both of them were here...
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