A Lion's Last Roar

[Peter Chivay 2494]

A Lion’s Last Roar

 

 

An erie feeling befell the Empire of Oren, locked grey in war, some say that this feeling was normal. However this time... it was much stranger. It began to grow cold, the columns of soldiers being shouted at by their decurions and officers felt the chill. Everything seemed to grow a little quieter, just a little.

 

From the furthest corner of the Empire to the very doorstep of the Palace of the infamous Chivay Dynasty, the wind seemed to stop blowing, there the banners that had hung and flown so proudly suddenly stopped flapping. Soon people began to notice something was amiss.

 

The large corridor of the Palace had remained as it always had been- with darkness and faint blotches of light that emitted from the torches around it. Although dark, the very spirit of all the men that had come to and from the Rose filled its halls with glory and might. Some even say that the very ghosts of former Roses guard their halls with the same vigilance as if they stood in their own flesh.

 

From the very first day the Chivay Family was brought into Oren, it had served valiantly, honorably, and took the brunt of almost every blow that was sent at it. Through all the betray, the death, and the horrid act of war, it was the Chivays who stood fast in the eyes of their enemies- and formed the first Kingdom to come into the Empire since Asulon, then grew to the very position of Imperial status that they had always served. Blood and iron was the Chivay way and blood and iron was how the Chivays would go down. Till the very last day a Chivay would hold a weapon in their hand, so was the way of their fathers and their fathers before them.

 

A white haired old man sat upon a large chair- some called him a Emperor, some a foe, some a bastard, and others a brother. If there was one thing that hadn’t passed anyone’s lips, was a coward. His head slowly propped up, his deep blue eyes glassy with the thoughts of the sins he had committed. All the lives he took. All those that suffered because of his life’s choices. He clenched his fist hard as he began to think, a slow shake in his head as the silence of the keep shrouded his dark emotions. His eyes go cold- The Emperor begins to think.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPHHudm0NTY

 

Peter’s journey started at a Silverblade Keep named “Fort Boot”- well known and heard of by those that are well vested in Oren’s history. Quite ironic that they future Emperor would start as a Bannerman to Braxis Silverblade, a stanch and unfaulting loyalist to Godfrey Horen and the Horen family. He then rose from a typical soldier to a man of command, having only around five soldiers at his side. One of those soldier being Leric, an Elf that Peter had come to think of as his own family.

 

From then the Chivay brothers only saw increase in their political stature, from Baron’s under the Adunians, all the way to Dukes recognized by the Emperor himself. Climbing the ladder is what Chivays did, it was what Chivays were good at. However... what happens when you’re already at the top? The Kingdom of Kaedrin was formed from the Duchy of Westerlands, absorbing a massive chunk of Elven lands and only brought even more infamy to the Chivay Brothers. They felt as if they were hated by everyone- but this wouldn’t stop them till the entire world was tight under their grip.

 

Peter quickly shakes his head out of his reminiscing state, his eyes heavy with sadness and regret. He couldn’t be all bad? Is everything has everything he has done lead to despair and destruction? All those he had killed, all those he had taken land from, what was it for?

 

Then it suddenly clicked.

 

 

 

Humanity was a race that was born in iron. Humanity was not a giant green monster, humanity doesn’t live forever, humanity couldn’t dig massive underground fortresses. Humanity had to stand their ground and fight to survive- and it did not only survive, it thrived. Whether it was Asulon, Anthos, or even the Fringe. Humans were always under fire. Yet no nation or race has come close to how far Humanity has risen. Beaten, spit on, and laughed at, Humanity rose to a power once more. The banner of the black sparrow as its flagship. A smile actually dawned upon the Emperor’s face, proud of what he had reconstructed, proud that he had fulfilled the duty that Godfrey and Horen had so wished him to.

 

Peter then shut his eyes. A single and slow tear rolled down his cheek as he clenched hard upon the weapon that had always been at his side when he vangaurded every assault that took place. The tear dripped onto the throne Peter sat in... then Peter’s grip released. Sparrows beak slowly fell to the floor of the palace as Peter’s entire body seemed to fall to rest.

 

The Emperor was no more.

 

 

[[ Well I hope everyone enjoyed the read (if you did read it) now it’s time for me to get into the real meat and potatoes. The OOC. It really has been an amazing journey LoTC, it’s pretty weird how much of a profound impact a game can have on your entire life. I first came to this server in the summer of my sophomore year in Highschool, now I’m going off to college. Pretty insane isn’t it? All the racist and raunchy jokes aside, I wanted to say a few serious things to the people that i’ve come close to on this server.

 

White Rose... where the hell do I start. We’ve come some way haven’t we? I know we always say “Oh let the Rose die blah blah blah” but lets be honest, we’re all still White Rose at heart. Hell- the entire Imperial Army is structured almost the same exact way we did things in the first place. We went through an entire year with one another and I’ve grown to know each and everyone one of you like a close friend of mine in real life, and I can honestly say I would never take it back. We went from server to server, game to game, but guess what we came back to in the end? The exact place we all met one another. I hope I had as much of a profound effect on your lives as you have on mine (hopefully I didn’t turn all of you into complete neo-nazis.)

 

And to all the people on teamspeak that I hung out with daily, you all need to get a life. Kidding, kidding. You’re all massively chill and I wouldn’t trade ya’ll for the world. Through thick and thin, DDoS, war claim, and everything else you can think of we still managed to call one another every derogatory term in the book and still laugh about it. Some of you are probably like “wtf is wrong with this kid”, well I’ve actually developed a pretty strong bond with people over this internet during my times of being an introvert and you’re all amazing.

 

Now- don’t think I’m going to be gone forever. However, as you see, I’m probably going to be around as much as I have been lately. The way my life is turning right now just doesn’t allow time for the internet and being on the computer for 12 hours at a time, way too much **** going on in both personal, work, and soon to be education parts of my life.

 

So this is sort of a half goodbye post, along with the death of Peter (because it is unfair for me to hold onto power being such an inactive bastard).

 

Stay fresh, stay cool, and keep lifting.

 

- Tom ]]

 

[Snoop 365]

reserved))

[monkeymo14 53]

Reserved

[Ford 1996]

Valic weeps in his room. 

 

((come back soon))

[Rhia 936]

Emma Chivay is inconsolable with grief, she remains locked in her room refusing to speak or eat. 

 

((NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. Love you Tom, lots and lots.... Stay in touch! )) 

[Ser Paul Ryan 1139]

 

Ser Paul Ryan sits in his study, the dreary scene overcast by the dim glow of a lone candle. At his feet, the crumpled letter of the news of his dead emperor, and a smashed wine cup. Though his wretching sobs are heard through the night, in the morning, naught is found of him except a lone drawing, and footsteps leading down an unknown path outside. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[calculusdesola 1658]

 

The desolation of the Fringe ceases itself for but three hours.  Bells ring across the capital.  Tens of thousands rally in the streets, the Emperor's body marched by an entire regiment of Imperial Army troops through the entirety of the city, spearheaded by Decurion Voron Rovin of the First Regiment, Lord-Tribune Albrecht Horen and the Imperial Marshal.  Mourners grieve, crossbowmen fire volleys into the hills.  Grim and solemn are their faces.  "The Emperor is Dead," they state, brows furrowed and eyes teary yet steely and grim.  "Long live the Emperor!"

 

A tribute to the noblest man to have ever lived in the tides of time.

 

"I would have followed you til the end of days, my Kaiser..."

[EddyTheBrave 643]

((cya bruv will miss RIP  :)

[Rig 17580]

Mythras bows his head in respect, "May Tahariae bless his soul, may Aeriel guide that soul to the after life..." 

[[ Despite being pugsied so long ago, I really respect you, Sheumgal. It was you who accepted me to the server. Have a fun time, and the community'll always welcome you back with open arms when you wish to play a tad. ]] 

[Hanrahan 2983]

A collective sigh of relief is heard across the lands from various adunians.

[Zhulik 3559]

Decurion Voron Rovin was sitting in his quarters, eating an average meal of carrots for his supper when he received the news from his common courier, Spivey. Voron sat there, silent. He began to absorb the information in disbelief, initially thinking it was some sort of twisted joke that Spivey so often played on him.

"He wot? Are ye' trying tay' clog me mind with yer' piano wire?"

"Nay Cap!" Spivey replied, tearing up as he blew his nose into his sleeve. "Tha' Kaiser be dead!" He exclaimed, falling to the ground; his visceral fluids staining the wood.

Voron instantly stood, grabbing his uniform and war-hammer. He emerged outside onto a ledge, only to hear the piano bells ringing a myriad of tunes, alongside an eerie silence. To this Voron felt something climbing up his throat, however he maintained to keep his sorrow private.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKTIe6piDOI

 

Ever since a boy he aspired to be  Rose, however when he was of age the Order disbanded; It seemed surreal that the Emperor would have returned and now it seemed surreal that he would have perished.

Following his short time on the ledge he marched down First Company's tower, preparing his troops for the marching of the Emperor.
 

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Konrad welcomes the Fourth Emperor to the Seven Skies, a throne beside Godfrey awaiting him.

((Ya know you gave me a second chance here in Oren and I guess there's no way to put it other than this: Thank you.

I still rember walking into Ildon and seeing the White Rose with Axl and saying "Wtf... Why are these guys serving him?"

I'm glad to see you went so far. Time to get swole mate.))

[Treshure 5817]

"You shall be missed." utters Hobs Gullyworth in tears.

 

Salute to you, Sheumgal.

 

 

[Guest]

 

A collective sigh of relief is heard across the lands from various adunians.

 

Hardly any Adunians give a flying rat's arse about some dead Orenian Emperor. Save for the ones loyal to Oren. 

[Abeam 511]

Alexei Nicodemus, by now white with age, sits in his family manor, rocking to and fro in his chair.  Times have been tough of late, with Alexei's gout starting to fire up once more, a rich mans disease they call it, and rich Alexei feels.  Maybe not with coin, or with land, but with experience, memories, and years upon years of friendship and loyalties that have piled on.  

 

 

 

He remembers the times of glory, of charging behind Emperor Peter during the Siege of the Dreadfort, or behind Emperor Peter during the Battle of the Crossroads.  Always behind Emperor Peter, he was truly one of the greatest heroes humanity has ever witnessed, even proud men like Alexei could admit to being nothing compared to his likeness.  

 

 

 

[[  Yeah Tom I'll always remember your constant screaming during battles, your berating of Nordlord every time he messes up, your 4 in the morning /pol/ journeys where we would link rather dicey stuff to each other, and laugh at pretty much anything.  Funny how on the anniversary of the last Exodus, you decide to leave, this was most likely planned, but I'd like to believe its just the way it worked out.  Will miss you being on, but knowing you, you'll still get on anyway.               -Abeam]]