Another Death. . .

[Lathros 377]

'Crimson' walks upon the cold, frozen soil which litters Herendul, he walks more, and more. His pace growing ever slower, he mutters something to himself, "I lost her, I lost the horse, I lost my friend," he lets out a slow sigh through his nose. He grips his chest in pain, as he exhales more. 'Crimson' grips his hammer, slinging it across his back. He heads towards the Vekon's humble home. He unbuckles his warhammer, laying it down, before promptly saluting, after he places a note upon the hammer, which flails in the wind. It reads :

 

"I do believe I have served thee well. I do believe I have served my purpose. You may have all of which I have obtained, and all of which I do obtain. I shall not leave without recognizing the respect for which I have of you, and the love I have for you. I hope you treat my most beloved possession well. For, it has treated me well. I hope you love and use it as well as I. Take care ol' friends.

 

- Best of luck-

~Vincent 'Crimson' Tulumello~"

 

The hammer was engraved with the Tulumello crest, which was known to one, and words which were known to one.

 

"Quella che maneggia questo martello, deve trovare il tuo vero sé."

 

'Crimson' heads back to Herendul, breathing heavily, he walks to Castle Wintermont, and unsheathes his two sabres. He strikes them into the ground, and lets out a breath, visible in the cold. He grips his chest once more in pain, clenching his teeth. He falls to his knees, between the two sabres. He swiftly falls to the ground, and lets out a chuckle, "Mr. Clucks, I hope to see you soon, good friend." A grin covers his face, as he breathes his last breath.

 

A bright white flash ruptures from his heart, it lasts for a mere few seconds, and the body gone, as it came, through the snow storm.

 

 

(( bai bai D: Ten points to those who know the way I colored it. ;) ))

[Eddywilson2 2117]

Lord Jon getting on his computer in an hour wtf's when he reads this. Crimson will receive some OOC slappings.

[Garukumus 81]

((It's lengthwise. Must be the Hungarian Flag. No crown of Saint Stephen though. A pity.))

 

Nigel wonders... if a man explodes in the forest alone, does he make a noise?

[Lathros 377]

((Italian flag))

 

Prince David watches Crimson explode into light in the typical Herendulian way of going out, and greets him in the Seven Skies.

 

Crimson raises his hand, giving him a nod. "Hey."

 

((Correct :D))

[Drazker 307]

Vectis frowned. He had lost so many friends to death and catatonia-... Andrew, David, Starke, and now Crimson.

"Crimson was a damn good soldier-..." he mutters upon learning of his untimely passing.

[YouKnowItsJuno 269]

Lady Penelope Vekon wipes away a few stray tears. "Crimson, not again..." She dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief and mumbles, "Who's going to give me chocolate... who's going to annoy me to no end... who's going to be the best escort now?"

[Aetosion 2062]

((Adios mate))

[Jachnun 566]

((damn it Kewl! I'm inactive and this **** happens!)) 

[Silent™ 552]

Sylen sits atop a snowmound in Wintermont, thinking about all those he has fought alongside, and lost, over his years in Herendul.

 

"The days grow ever shorter, and the lives of the brave go out one by one..."

 

He scans the landscape, looking for any of the Black Scourge, but seeing none. He stands to his feet, drawing out his swords,

 

"Winter is coming..."

[Jachnun 566]

Vectis frowned. He had lost so many friends to death and catatonia-... Andrew, David, Starke, and now Crimson.

"Crimson was a damn good soldier-..." he mutters upon learning of his untimely passing.

Branaford morns with Vectis as he does also miss Starke ((its been ages since he left...)) 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.