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((See you, man. I've had many awesome experiences with you whilst carrying the banner of the Rose. I thank you for providing that guidance, friendship, and roleplay and I wish you the best in college.

 

 

White Rose, White Rose OTOTOTO

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Morris drops his large siege arbalest after the third volley, sniffing for a moment, murmuring "Ave Chivay" to himself before starting to cry on Adeon's shoulder.

 

 

 

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

 

Morris hears this sound, and makes a mental note to slaughter every one of those heretics he stumbles across.

 

((I actually felt really ******* sad reading this.))

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A tiny midget dark elf somewhere becomes very excited. 

 

"This will cause...more Chaos..surely...hwee~"

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((My best wishes, stay well and enjoy your time at college. It reminded me of the one time I said in TS, if I hang out more with you guys I might turn into a fascist. Fortunately that did not happen. It was a good and fun run, looking forward to our next encounter.))

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Arthal Lowedge sits in his office in Sevens Cross Keep, doing paperwork, as usual. A soldier bursts in the door, and exclaims the news to the old man.

 

​Arthal lifts a hand to the messenger a minute, trying to process the words.

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​As the messenger leaves, Arthal collapses forward out of his chair, with a twinge of pain in his left shoulder, before his entire left side went numb.

He falls to the floor, laying there, unable to move for hours, until a soldier finds him, and takes him to the medical ward.

 

Days later, Arthal rises from his cot, and salutes the fallen emperor, holding back tears.

 

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((**** me, man. Tom, you've been a good friend of mine since October of 2012, and I'm sad to see you go, but I'm also happy for you. I wish you the best in college, and your work life. I hope we get to talk a bit to, whenever you have the time. I'll never forget the fun times we had goofing around Kaedrin in LotC, and cursing and yelling in the teamspeak while playing Mount and Blade: Warband. I'll miss you, and remember: don't miss leg day

-Delaney G

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Lanon Chivay and Tarmin Chivay stand side by side and hold one another's shoulder. Several manly tears are shared by the father and son as they hear the news of Peter's passing. 

 

((It's been real, Tom. I remember the first time we RPed together back in Hanseti when you played a blacksmith and Steven played a fletcher. I love you babe :( ))

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Tarcell Othaman sits down in shock as he hears the news. His leader, his role-model, and the only one who could lift as much as him in Oren was dead. Dead... Gone... that is all he could think about. A legend has passed away and taken into the Creator's arms. Never would he be worthy of entering far enough into the Seven Skies to see him again. Never would he be able to be uplifted by his words. Duty, Honor, Death. Tarcell still had a job to fulfill to the people.

((Ever since we met after the great Dreadfort battle when you got pissed at me for skreking some of your dudes in the White Rose keep (That will never rest), I was impressed by the way you bonded and literally cared for your guys. You'd been a legend in my eyes until we ended up meeting, and I got to know you a bit. It blows you have to leave for college but keep at it and who knows what will happen. Maybe you will come back, maybe you won't but either way kick a** IRL. Get that homecoming chick you always talk about and have fun. And never stop lifting.))

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((literally tommy ur gay but ill miss u anyway bc u were chill af

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A pretty shitty song becomes suddenly popular with the peasants, who sing of the late Emperor's greatest glory.

 

The Day the Spit Flew


It was a day unlike today

Except, nothing like today

The atmosphere was the opposite of gay

The atmosphere was yag!


The Snow Elves had kidnapped a princess! Or something!

But it did not matter, the pale devils would get it!

And by it I mean completely disproportionate aggression

BUT I’LL BE DAMNED IF THEY DIDN’T GET IT!


Two kingdoms met in front of another kingdom

Oren, half of their court had come

But all of Snelvdom showed up; The king!

It was a standoff to be sung about maybe when the singer was really drunk!


They fought with words

Emperor Chivay was drowned out by his court

Tundrak drowned out by his nation’s silence

But alas, no solution came


So, which a great ‘HOOOOOOOOORK’

And a great ‘POOT!’

Head to toe

Tundrak was covered with spit

And damn wasn’t it an improvement!

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The chamber was silent for a long while. They had escorted his body to his room and several servants and a physician had tried to attend to him. Robert dismissed them all, and stood there at the foot of the bed. He stared down at the covers, lavishly decorated with furs and Kharajyr pelts, and reminisced about his Uncle's fondness of hunting all sorts of creatures – from an unsuspecting deer to even the beasts only classified as monsters. It was indeed the Chivay way to throw yourself into a fight, and Peter was always the first to exemplify it. Even in his age, where a full head of white replaced his otherwise dirty-blonde hair, the late Emperor took to the sport of hunting, and truly enjoyed his time living. He was a great and proud man, and one that had gave his blood and sweat to the continuance of what he would claim as the greatest time in Human History since the days of Owyn the First. He knew he could not finish this task alone, though, and so he had counseled and guided his nephew in the manners of State and Warfare. From the early years in Aeldin, where Peter was only a King, they fought together against countless enemies; from the management of the Empire of Horos following the Exodus, they ran a kingdom together; from the shores of Anthos and the passage to the Fringe, they staked their family's claim together; and finally, with the Third Empire finally established, they goverened together – an Augustus and a Caesar, they were, with the many delegates of the Imperium working tirelessly with them.

 

Robert approached the bed and reached over towards the endtable. Picking up the archaic axe, he places it onto his Uncle's chest, curling his slowly cooling fingers around the pommel and handle. Sparrow's Beak would rest with the Emperor, for now and forever. The Chivay dynasty had lost a true bear of a man, and the successor would have a big void to fill.

 

Robert exits the chambers after a long period of silent reflection and nods to the now bowing Caerngard and attendants nearby. The several hails of "Emperor!" and "Sire!" now echo and ring in his head as he plods past them all, developing the first of what his Uncle would call the "Sovereign's Headache". They would all look to him now, and expect his judgement.

 

Robert was no longer a Prince, and in some ways he was struck melancholy by it.

 

[[bye oh wait no not bye i know you irl hahahahah we hang out all the time wtf lol thats pretty funny xD

 

–sent from gameboy color]]

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Jullius stops drinking for all of twenty five minutes.
Twenty five minutes of sobriety, to commemorate the life of Peter Chivay.
His grandson attempt to console him at the loss of his old friend.
He is rebuffed however, Jullius stating;

"Leave me be Proyce. I am sad."
":("

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"Let another legend fall...I'll be going all too soon the same."

 

((Yo. You motherfucker. That...**** man, I'm feeling what you're feeling. There are people I practically love like family that I'm only in contact with and have only ever been in contact with via the internet...I remember when I first met you guys. I had quit LotC, but you guys still wanted me to help on your VAs XD But, you always seemed chill to me.

 

Seeyou around, man. Have a good one and always think of us when you're looking at some dumb computer screen :P))

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