The Departure Of A Falcon

[Emenzi 1069]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLKGAEla0oM

 

Farley looked up on the blue sky not a single cloud in sight, a falcon soaring under the bright reflection of the sun. He let out a small chuckle “Old friend, you keep watch over me still?” he spoke softly to himself, as he put on his gauntlets.

 

His gaze turned down upon the green and yellow banner overlooking him, his cousin Symon standing in front of him, the once so nervous and fragile young boy now older, wiser and strong. His smile grew stronger “Do not fear, Symon. I will always be there to advise you” he put his hand on his cousin’s shoulder before giving him a gentle tap on the cheek “Take this” he moves to place a sealed scroll into Symon’s hand, before looking over the retainers that had accompanied him and Symon to the field “To each and every one of you, I owe you my life for what it is and what it was. Thank you.” he smiled and nodded towards the group before having a young squire put on his sword belt, he looked down upon his sword the reflection of the sun shining on the cross upon his pommel. The squire offered him his helmet but he moved his hand out to refuse “I wish to see the sun..” he spoke softly, he waved the squire off before he moved to face the field.

 

On the other side of the field the crow of Carrion was flying high, as Roy Carrion stood with his sword looking over at Farley. His eyes stopped upon the crow, as his memories brought him to Anthos and the northern wall.

 

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The screams of all races were echoing in the distance, as the loud noises from the trebuchets firing heavily upon the wall clouded the screams of pain and agony “Fire!” Farley yelled, moments after a large boulder was swung straight towards Setherien himself, the black wyrm turned his focus on the small camp and flew towards them.

 

“Retreat!” was shouted by his men, their morale wavered, he looked to his left and right his closest men still standing next to him. The Black Wyrm destroyed the trebuchets as the men fired all their arrows at it. It was futile.

 

All hope seemed lost, the army had been divided into two and all artillery was gone. The logical thing would’ve been to retreat, to fight another day. What business did Stafyr have attacking the north? We were supposed to protect the south of Oren, but loyalty came first. He ordered his men to charge to the front and aid the divided army, they arrived as Setherien rained fire upon the men but with a stroke of luck. Farley managed to get through the broken gatehouse and into the north to the flanking force. Shortly after more and more men began to surge into the north and Setherien retreated, leaving his besieged beasts to die. For hours and hours the men, elves, dwarves and orcs besieged the scourge stronghold until finally managing to break into the gatehouse and killing the remaining scourge. Securing a grip on the northern wall and a passage into the northern realm. He looked upon the remaining men looting the fort before moving out, he stopped by a banner, the banner of the Carrion crow, he closed his eyes as he looked upon it “For the king” he uttered, before opening his eyes and beginning the long march south with his men. To home.

 

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Their swords clashed as the sound of steel echoed on the field, the retainers of both houses were shouting curses upon one another as the duel ensued, Roy was agile and strong, moving quickly after each blow, the power of youth. Farley moved slowly after parrying but his experience made up for the lack of movement, he knew every move Roy would make before Roy even thought of it. Their swords and shields clashed upon one another before Farley left open a gap, with a quick slash blood had been spilled, Farley stopped and let his hand slide over his shoulder the blood pouring down upon his hand, a smile showing towards Roy as he glanced towards the falcon soaring in the sky “You shan’t protect me no more, dearest friend” he spoke, before dropping his sword and shield, moving his gaze upon Roy as he fell to his knees.

 

“Your father was my dearest of friends, I was loyal to him until death, Franz had not earned my loyalty like he had.. He had never led me, he had never bled for me. I would never harm the son of Heinrik.” he looked Roy in the eyes “You may see me as a traitor and for a good cause, I did not take up arms for Carrion. I will not make any excuses, I did what I deemed best for my house.” he let out a sigh “Do what you must do to enact your revenge” he closed his eyes, lowering his head “Your father would be proud of you, Roy” he gently spoke.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz_O-TViqwc

 

His eyes brought him back to a dance, it was at his cousin Evelyn’s wedding as he danced with Milena, he had invited her to Evelyn’s wedding hoping that she’d come. They danced long until the wedding was over and it was just the two of them left, gently speaking to her he built the courage. He didn’t have no ring but at that moment he decided that he had to act, that he wished to spend the rest of his life with this woman, he had Heinrik’s blessing but he lacked a ring. He asked for her hand in marriage and with her words he was once more confident.

 

His gaze shifted as he was now standing in the church, holding his hands linked behind his back he could barely breath due to the nervosity. He smiled as she entered the church, his sister and aunt following closely behind with little Piper in front, his goddaughter.

 

As she approached the altar and the priest uttered the words, he could barely remember the ceremony all he could remember was her lips moving as she said yes. The two were finally married. He held her hand as they walked out of the church and to celebrate their wedding day, it was a grand day. One of the best in his life, one that when things had been rough he had thought of to make him smile, to make him remember that even though there is hardship he had something that no other man had. He had Milena to come home to.

 

A tear rolled down his cheek as he thought of her, the only thing he had come to fear in life was the thought of not being with her. But all lives come to an end and he knew that she would be strong. All he could pray for is that she would be able to move on, to live for the sake of their family and in many years perhaps rejoice in comfort in the afterlife.

 

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The cold touch of steel embraced his chest filling his heart with cold, as a strong gush of pain seared through his body, his limbs fell cold as his body touched the ground, the pain disappearing and all left was a sweet embrace of calm and clarity as a bright light moved into his vision before a thud was heard as he turned around.

 

All of the sudden he stood in the lord’s chambers in Shadowcastle, his father sat on the bed singing for a young little boy, crying. The young little boy was him. This was the day his mother had left, quickly the scene moved until his uncle Beron brought him out of the room, his father’s lifeless body laying on the bed as the servants cleaned up around him. It moved to a field, he and his cousin Ford riding on their horses over it as young teenagers, his hand moving to grasp the hilt of his belt as with a flash he was laying down on the ground, Daniel Baelish standing over him with a training sword, “Get up” he grunted and as he moved to stand up he was standing in the main hall of Shadowcastle, the crown of Beorn placed upon his head as men cheered and chanted for the new lord of House Stafyr.

 

He moved down the small staircase as all of the sudden it was crumbled and on fire, men cheering around him as the battle of Shadowcastle just had been won, Oren had repelled the invaders as he let his sword go he moved to hug Milena in the newly rebuilt Schattenburg as of all of the sudden he was moved to the Fringe, he stood upon the walls of New Huntshill, watching the plains move in front of him before turning around to be inside the castle, disowning and banishing his own cousin for heresy. With that he was all of the sudden standing in the ruins of the old Imperial Abresi as Saint Godfrey appeared in front of the Orenian mass and with the light guiding him through a passage he was standing in front of Peter Chivay, the newly crowned emperor swearing his oaths.

 

All of the sudden the light brought him into a church, he let go of his sister’s arm as he watched her move to her new husband, he smiled proudly before moving into a small lit dungeon, again back in Schattenburg he looked upon the falcon sitting on the tomb of Saint Godwein, a screech deafened him as he was brought back to New Huntshill watching Symon and Erich fight and argue over the most simplest of things. With a flash he was once again in battle.

 

He moved towards Mount Augustus only to be repelled by arrows but as the arrows hit him he was moved into Eastgate, handing the newly forged crown of House Stafyr to Symon, resigning his position and abandoning his titles as a bright flash brought him to sitting next to his wife as he was holding his newborn son Athelstan in his hands, a bright smile growing on his face. With that he was brought to the field, Roy Carrion thrusting his sword into his chest, as he stood next to the scene watching. His eyes moved up towards the falcon flying above.  

 

 

 

With a flash he was flying in the air as the falcon, overlooking his lifeless body as Roy Carrion handed Farley’s sword over to Symon. The falcon screeched as it flew away over the mountains and into the clouds as it entered the gateway to a large valley. With a large flash of light Farley was standing in the gateway, watching the falcon fly through the clouds back towards the land of the living. “Thank you, old friend” he uttered before moving his hand to push open the gate.

 

He moved through the passage and down into a large field where a small group of men had moved to greet him, he quickly moved to embrace the first man. His father. The young lord had lived an eventful life, a long life, a proud life. He left a legacy, all that any man could wish for. He whispered to himself, embracing his father in the afterlife. “Law, Honour, Loyalty.”

 

 

 

 

The last words of Farley II. Stafyr

 

If brought upon notice, this is the last words and will of Farley II. Stafyr, former Lord and patriarch of House Stafyr, former lord privy seal of the Holy Kingdom of Oren, former warden of the south. Loyal servant to the Reformed Church and the Third Empire of Oren.

 

 

To my wife, Milena Stafyr.

 

My beloved wife, it is with sadness that I leave the mortal realm but do not feel sorrow over my death, rejoice in that I finally have peace. That I now go with god.

My life was a pit of darkness, but you managed to lighten my world up, you made me happy, something that for years I thought I could not be. I owe you more then you would ever imagine, my life depended on your smile and your laugh. I love you with all my heart and I beg for you to be strong, to raise our son with compassion and to make him the best he can be. One day we will see eachother again, in the realm of the creator. I pray that day will not be in many years, but until that day know that I will and have always loved you.

 

To my son, Athelstan II. Stafyr

 

My son, it’s a shame that I never get to see you grow up to become a man, to train you how to fight, to see you become the man and leader that I know you will be, the day you were born was the best day of my life.

Remember to always do what is right, even when doing wrong is easier. Know that honour and loyalty always conquers all. Listen to your mother and your uncles, I know you will grow up to be twice the man I was.

I leave you the sword of our dynasty, the sword of my father. It was blessed during the wars against the scourge and it’s a weapon to be feared and used with caution. Your uncles will train you in how to use it properly so you can use it for doing good in the name of the emperor and god.

One day you will be the lord of House Stafyr, observe your uncle Symon and learn from everything he does, every correct decision and even if he does a mistake.

Know that my death is necessary, that I die with no regrets and that I die for what is right and what must be done. Do not seek any vengeance, blood does not solve anything. Be brave.

 

To my sister, Cecilia Winter.

 

I remember when we were children and you used to toy with me. As odd as it may seem, I miss that. I’m proud of you. Remember that you are always a Stafyr, your blood is important. Make sure your husband takes good care of you. Stop drinking so much wine and be strong. I will greet our father from you.

 

To my cousin, Symon Stafyr.

 

I gave you a heavy burden but I trust you, I know that you will lead this house and teach my son how to be a man, a good and righteous man just like yourself.

You’re a good man and I’ve seen you grow from just being a young pup afraid of the world and what it might bring to becoming a strong and honourable man, without fear and there is no words for me to describe how proud of you I am. So is all of us.

 

To my aunt Leana.

 

You raised me and I failed you, you were like a mother to me. Godwein and Anice was my like my brother and sister. I failed them. But life turns and as sad as it might seem I feel no remorse for what happened to Godwein, he will rejoice that I am dead and know that my last prayers does not go out to save my own soul but to save Anice’s. So that she may ascend to the creator’s embrace. Regardless, I love you and I’m sorry. You were my mother, not Angelika. Thank you for making me to the man I am today.

 

To the rest of the House of Stafyr.

 

For all my life, my main purpose was the survival of House Stafyr, every decision I ever made was based on my own perspective and my belief on what was best for the house. Trust me that I feel no remorse in any decision I’ve ever made and I hope every person can see that I did what was best for all in the end. I served three dynasties in the end and I hope that Stafyr will never have to serve any other dynasty again, not that Oren will go through the struggles of the past. That Chivay will hold the crown with their righteous claim to the end of times. But only god knows what will happen and I will watch with interest in the afterlife.

 

I leave you all with a few words. Be strong, be loyal, be honourable and ensure the protection of the law. Without any law we are but animals in search of a cause. Protect your kin and your next, serve the empire well. But most important, serve your family well.

 

Ave Stafyr.

Ave Chivay.

Ave Oren.

 

Farley II. Stafyr

 

 

((Still not fully leaving yet, as many know I am intended to leave for the army soon but this is not in any way a leaving post. Just killing of the character. If you want me to play a character, go ahead and ask. If it sounds interesting I might accept. Just know that I will only be around fully for about a month or two more then I'll be on a /lot/ less due to fairly understandable reasons and I only RP realistic RP, not magic or anything. My personal preference.))

[Knox213 10]

“Pay attention Roy” Joseph Lane motions towards the papers. “Stafyr, Law, Honour, Loyalty.” Roy stops for a moment, looking up to Joseph as he taps a stick against the next parchment “and the next…” Roy sighs. “Carrion, as the crow flies.” Joseph nods, tapping once more. “Ne-” “The Stafyr’s abandoned my family when the regency took over didn’t they?” Sighing, Joseph taps the parchment once more. “Again…” angrily Roy shouts out “They abandoned a helpless child and his siblings, they betrayed their allies through marriage. THEY refused me and my siblings shelter when the order of saint lucien came chasing us down the streets! WHY am I learning about a family which would have sold me to my mothers family?! STAFYR, UNLAWFUL, DISHONORABLE, DISLOYAL!” THAT SHOULD BE THEIR FAMILY MOTTO.”  Raising his cane above his head, Joseph slaps Roy across the back of the head. “Stafyr have a new liege now, they owe no alliegance to your cousins House. What do you think you could do? March down to the house of Stafyr and demand a fight to the death? You’ll be slaughtered in an instant.” Standing from his chair, Roy screams out and he flips the table over. “I’d win! I’m the son of Heinrik the Stafyr wouldn’t stand a chance! And any bastard who stands in my way will be executed in an instant!” Joseph jigidly gets to his feet pointing to Roy “I’ve protected you these past four years, but what you talk of is treason! Your cousin will take your head! Even if you survive in your fight, Farley is a seasoned warrior! Who has proved himself in countless battles under your father! You’re going to attempt to kill him? Roy Carrion I protect you no more, get out of my sight and return to your home!” As Roy storms off, Joseph sits back down placing his hand upon his face thinking to himself “That child is going to get himself killed, for so long I have tried to teach that child and make him forget that dark past. I guess, a broken mind will never be fixed. A child who was brought up around war, despair and suffering. I’m sorry Roy, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”

 

 

Whilst travelling to his horse, Roy continuously remises the past. “If I was old enough, maybe I could have saved Fredek, maybe so many of the people of Raev would still be here today. Fathers, mothers, children… all butchered for a way of life, barely any of the noble houses stood against them, neither did they attempt to stop it.”

 

 

Whilst travelling to Thales, Roy looks towards the sky to see a familiar face fly by. “Godferik the old. After all of these years, you still follow me around. The Stafyrs have their Falcon, and I have my crow… and the crow will beat the falcon.” hastly he gallops through the forests, until he stops his horse outside the lands of Stafyr, seeing a face within the distance looking towards the sky.

 

 

“Fly Godferik” as Roy walks out of the shadows and towards the figure in the distance, Godferik flies off into the distance, Farley Stafyr watches the crow fly within the distance as Roy approaches.

Farley turns around unshealthing his blade, as Roy swings his sword down towards Farleys shoulder Farley parry’s, and thus began the sound of clashing steel throughout the field.

“He’s fast, and powerful, the best I can do is wait for an opening.” with the battle continuing on, Roy finally finds an opening, and eventually his blade finds away into Farleys chest, Farley grips the back of Roys neck, pulling him in slightly saying… “You may see me as a traitor and for a good cause, I did not take up arms for Carrion. I will not make any excuses, I did what I deemed best for my house.” he lets out a sigh “Do what you must do to enact your revenge” he closed his eyes, lowering his head “Your father would be proud of you, Roy” he gently spoke.

Pondering for a moment, Roy thinks back to the time when his father was King, and how he and his siblings would regularly travel to the lands of Stafyr to visit their good friends. A few tears build up within Roy’s eyes as he quietly says “I’m sorry.” before lunging his sword further into Farley, as Farley falls forward he brushes past Roy with blood gushing out of his mouth, collapsing dead to the floor.

Collecting Farleys sword, he hands it to Symon before disappearing once more.

 

 

 

Meanwhile, in the seven skies.

“Through thick and thin, from the bridge of storms crossing to the gateway into the north. You were amongst my loyalist allies, never once did you question my motives, and never once did you disobey my orders. I am truly sorry for my sons actions Farley, but atleast you have found some peace once more.” Heinrik then moves to embrace Farley as a brother.

 

Forever known in the legends, Farley Stafyr.

 

 

((I would have put a lot more effort into this, but genuinely I couldn't find the things to say, Emenzi you're a great person, and when you do leave us it'll leave a hole in my heart. Thanks for allowing me to be the one to kill your character and not some heathen elf filfth, or old age.

 

PS: Prolly the most edgiest thing i'll ever write. ))

[youlovesocks 652]

[Reserved]

[Samoblivion 532]

In one of her more lucid moments, the ancient Leana Stafyr looks out across the battlements and weeps for her three lost children.

[dandan1350 479]

 

Symon stood on the field with his arms folded behind his back in his usual pose, his eyes cold and his lips shut. His eyes trailed each swing of the blades knowing the outcome that would happen this day no matter what, his cousin was no murderer, he wouldn’t take his friends sons life. Beneath the cloak where his folded arms rest he balled his gloved hands into fists, his teeth clenching as Farley fell to his knees in the middle of the field Symons mind raced to the final outcome of this battle as his lips opened to speak out he saw Farley fall upon the blade. He quickly fell silent with not a cry or curse escaping him, anger boiling inside him as he tried to withstain further bloodshed or violence. His own hand somewhat unknowingly to himself had left from behind his back to sit on the pommel of his blade and a metal rasp met the few men surrounded himselfs ears quickly stepping in he didn’t realise his step forward and blade half drawn till he felt the resistance of his own guards hand upon his own. The young boy looked over his shoulder to his guard with a tearful gaze, his lip quivering as tried to hold himself in. It wasn’t rage he felt nor a violent lust for revenge. It was pure sorrow that had brought him to the state he sat in, grief gripped at his heart as the man fell. The strong shake of his shoulder snapped Symon back into his composure as Roy made his way towards him. Taking a gloved hand to wipe away the small tears gathering as he turned to face him, his hand reaching out to take the blade as it was offered to him before placing it off to Farleys squire.

 

Folding his arms behind his back once more he let out a long and drawn out breath as he nudged his head towards the field and he began his move to cross the fields towards the warriors fallen corpse flanked by the small group of retainers and guards. Finally reaching it he outstretched an arm and gestured the flanking men to take hold of the body, each one falling to Farleys corpse and carefully raising it above their shoulders. Symon turned on his heel and looked towards the line of carriages as he set off once more with the body in tow held by the mournful servers of house Stafyr. As they reached the row of carriages, Farleys body was laid down on the small bed set out for him incase this return was to truly happen Symon didn’t take a glance once at his corpse merely storming his way to the lead of the column and taking himself up upon one of the few horses waiting patiently there.

 

 

Hefting himself up on the horse he takes himself off with the column, beginning their trip home towards the halls of Stafyr and its everlasting fields. The travelling band of men were silent as they rode home, their heads hung low and their voices broke unable to muster any words of the tragedy that had occurred until one man broke the silence.

 

 

“I-I fancy a tune as we travel, men.. Someone get a melody going.” Symon cracked a small but sad smile as he held his head high once more upon the emergence from the vast forests and into the fields of Stafyr where the peasants worked. It didn’t take long for the many workers amongst the golden harvests to turn head and spread the misfortune that rode along with the men in the carriage held in the middle. Soon heads bowed and some few fell to their knees in sheer disapair for their lords death. However no empty cries or sounds escaped anyone but the hollow and tuneful tone of the young lord and his accompanying men as he guided them along in song during their travels towards the manor.

 

“And who are we, but men of green to argue his decision?

But mere servants of his will, we take mourn upon such attrition.

 

Through empty fields our hooves shall trample,

our broke voices sounding out.

Through hollow halls and peoples masses,

our broken voices shall be heard.

 

And in this final hour as his soul doth take its rest,

we shall remember all that he has done for good and for best.

O’ and as our heads hang low and our bodies do quiver,

no longer shall we hold in our tearful rivers.

 

For we his people mourn, as many would do,

upon the fall of this mans sword,

so ends our loyal lord..”

 

Soon the travel through the fields was ended and the song cut short as the many family and workers alike gathered at the manor were passed by the small column of men and carriages. Symon looked about the crowds only to spot Milena as he raised his visor and looked to her with his mournful gaze, he spoke no exchange and merely continued riding onwards and into the courtyard of the manor.

 

 

Symon slipped from his horse and handed off the reigns without thought as he strolled aimlessly and wordless off into the depths of manor, not to be seen or heard of for many a days. His mind collapsed in blame and depression as he hid himself away in his room. After all, a lord he may be he was a young lord at that...

[Cat Evocation 3728]

Merit sits in his home, leaning back as thinks over the many friends he already lost. To add Farley to this list is something that hurt him, something he had not a chance to recover from, the pain of loosing another friend. But Farley was more than a friend, he was almost a Brother to him. "Rest well, brother." He mutters before getting up, moving to fill a cup with tea.

[Ricky 321]

James Amador sits on the decking of the Stafyr manor, his eyes are bloodshot his hand shaking as it tries to grasp the clay mug. He takes a sip of the now icey cold whisky as he takes his pipe off the table lighting its contents with a flint and tinder. He takes a long inhale from the pipe as he puts the mug down empty, he doesn't even notice the mug knocking a whisky bottle onto the floor joining several others.

He breathes out, his breath easily seen in the winter air. As he looks down at the small village he sees the paths have turned to mud, the last scraps of the harvest being brought to the cellars, the crops failing and looking more grey than the usual bright yellow, the ponds and river edges beginning to freeze over. He gives a inward laugh “At least it’s warmer up there Farley.”

 

The sun begins to set, the fires lit, James thinks of the First time he met Farley as a young boy who unlike his father who returned to re-establish Amador, he couldn’t stop thinking about when he would have a toilet break on their journey. None the less no man guided him into his fathers shoes better than Farley. A man who vouched for and helped his family, James remembered the first time he saw battle at Thoringrad, the words Farley said were the clearest there “FIRE THAT ******* CATAPULT!” no other inspired him more. He Wanted to appreciate and live by his family values as Farley lived by his, without any doubt .

He remembered the charge at the NorthGate and how Farley acted without hesitation to save those we had fought against time and time. James rubs the stubble growing on his face grabbing the mug again, he looks at the mug before throwing it at the floor and picks up his pipe snapping it. He grabs a bag of coin and a map of the capital scanning for the the tavern, he grabs his trenchcoat and goes looking for others.”

[Z3r05t4r 855]

A few very familiar men can be seen behind Edmund...

 

"Welcome home Farley. Took you long enough. At least you did as I told you to." chuckles Silus. "Athelstan the Second, was it?" - "Be at ease, Silus was not too concerned with it." notes Beron. As they step apart you can see a man with an odd teal growth on his face standing next to a tall Stafyr with stern face, beardless it is.

 

The one with the growth on his face merely smiles and nods, whilst the other one speaks up. "You have done well, Farley. Come, let's go and talk about what you have seen and experienced..."

[Kralek 519]

Wladyslaw hears of the news and shouts out "****, forgotten again. As always.... damn you cousin". Never quite liked you anyways for almost rebelling against the Carrions." shakes his fist in the air as an old man would while yelling at kids on his lawn and then shrugs and walks off aimlessly.

[Helbolt 129]

Jacob, having just received the news of Godwein's death, now learns of Farley's.  He looks to the sky as if speaking to him and utters,

 

"I know I have made many mistakes, my old master, but I did the best to serve you while I could.  I hope that you find the peace in death that seemed to elude you in life.  I will always treasure my memories of the time spent rebuilding your county, the patrolling of the King's roads, and fighting underneath you both in the field and with the catapults.  You and your family have taught me much about architecture, politics, and how to treat others.  Though my temper and drunkenness seem to get in the way of such.  I hope you remember me fondly, as the peasant who cursed at pomegranates while chopping down trees for your family.  Creator bless you, as you are one of the few honorable men I know.  The Empire has lost one of its best this day."

 

 

((PS - thanks for being welcoming to a new player when everyone else just ignored me, your a great guy ooc and I wish you the best!))

[IrishPerson 693]

Athelstan Stafyr, son of the late Farley Stafyr, looks up to his mother with eyes filled with sadness "When will daddy come home?" He asks simply.

[Z3r05t4r 855]

The usually stern Novtorn pats Athelstan on the head and says. "He can not come home young man... but heads up, some day you will meet him again. And whilst you are here, he is watching over you. Always close and on watch. No fear."

[Bethykinss 158]

Milena stood inside the main room of the manor, awaiting the news of Farley from Symon. The look on Symon's face as he entered the manor told her everything she needed to know. She stood in her spot, almost frozen as Symon told her what had happened. Tears streamed down her eyes as she listened, all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. She nodded her thanks before walking to her and Farley's room silently. 

 

Milena entered the room, looking over to her son who was playing with his toys in the center of the room with a sad smile. She sat down beside her son, placing him into her lap. She wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug.  He continued to play with his wooden toy as she spoke to him.

 

"Honey.. Daddy.. Daddy has gone to a special place.. he's gone to the Creator.." She stops for a moment, swallowing hard as tears run down her face. "But.. He loved you very much.. And he's very proud of you... He'll always be watching over you." 

 

She held him tightly in her arms, kissing his forehead as he began to weep for his father.

                                                              

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Later that evening she lay in her bed, looking over at her small son who was fast asleep, holding one of his toys. She looked over at the bedside table, noticing a letter. She opened it up, realizing it was Farley's will. As she read it she couldn't help but cry. That night, as she slept she held the letter tightly in her arms, not letting go...

[Pandan 1452]

Jakob was busy tending to the fields, gathering the last fragments of wheat before the next winter hits. Soon his younger brother, Symon dragged his feet down the few steps that separated the manor from the fields and trampled through the fully grown wheat. This would have usually bothered Jakob, yet the expression that lay heavily upon his younger brother's face made Jakob feel not anger, but a sense of sorrow and dread.

 

As Symon returns up towards the manor, Jakob's eyes trailed the young lord as he grew more concerned over his state, selected to lead the lands of Stafyr whilst Athelstan grew of age, yet this new found burden of grief may be too much for him to handle. He remained standing within the fields with several moments, considering all Farley had done since their arrival, offering them home, family, safety.

 

After this short period, he'd continue to tend to the farms. Yet his thoughts had become stricken with concern and grief. 

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Cecilia rose from her chair, a note loosely gripped in a shaky hand. Her eyes fluttered, filling with tears--only pain and sadness played in her eyes after learning the news of her dearest brother. The note escaped her fingers, floating to the floor as she turned towards a window. Glancing briefly at a shelf of various wines, she grimaced- guilty in remembrance of all the trouble she had given her little brother. Weak at the knees, Cecilia firmly placed her hand against the wooden window frame, supporting herself as her tears silently escaped her. "I'm sorry, brother.." she breathed out, her lips trembling as she spoke- flicking her gaze outside the window.

 

Leaving her private office, Cecilia bit down on her lip, peering into the room of her daughter. She stayed and simply watched in silence, her eyes shadowed with pain. Farley had never met her daughter, and the idea crossed her mind briefly. "Find peace Farley, look over us?" she asked, as if to him directly- "I love you."

 

((OOC))

 

Even though you have not left yet, I still have quite a lot of good to say about you. For sure, I will definitely miss you when you do leave and I hope you the best in life. The death of this character is surprisingly significant to me. You've been and always will be a great friend to me. You showed me into a community of wonderful people, and though eventually I came to take it for granted eventually- during the time I spent in the Stafyr community you helped me expand my role-playing ability, and ushered me toward other role-play. You gave me a lot of freedom, and offered me things that I could never be more thankful for. For all the amazing time you have given me, and the wonderful opportunities that went with it- I will both miss you and your character, but you will always leave behind an awesome memory. Perhaps one of the best times I have had on this server and in this community have been with you.