the 1 bow 1112 Share Posted August 19, 2014 Petrus, capital of the Imperium Tertius, Athera Anybody who passes by Colins room in the barracks of the 2nd Regiment would see his large form slumped in a chair up against a table with a quill fallen to the ground and an open book. A little trickle of blood would be seen coming from Colins mouth. For anybody who looked at the book, they would soon discover it was Colins journal. It was quite old, detailing his whole life. From when he was first placed in the fighting pits, his family moving from the Adunians to Alras, the plague hitting and killing his parents, his time reunited with the Adunians and his love for his wife and sons, and his transformation into a cold hearted Orener. A long story, a lot of pages ripped out. Only the last page would be of note. I have never had an easy life. Yet whatever joy did scrap my way, it was soon taken. Am I a good man? I serve my empire with animalistic ambition and unwavering excellence. Yet I did the same to the Adunians. My kin. I may wear the uniform of an Orener, yet I still am an Adunian, by blood. I have lived and lost in Orens cause. I sacrificed everything. My wife, Caitlyn, died because of my failing and my weakness. My son Geoff died because I was not their to protect him, and William, died at my hand. What have I become? I look into the mirror but I do not see my reflection. I see a beast. Truely then, I am a beast incarnate. Decurion Hightower has been to me what Artorus was, yet the Decurion has not betrayed me. Where should my loyalties lie I wonder. I never wanted this life. If I could do it all over again, I would have sided with Caitlyn and gone with the Adunians. Yet I have to live with my choices. I have to live with lives I have taken, the families I have ruined and murders I have committed. No longer. Decanus Hapth Colin Hapthoran --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: I'm leaving the server. With the end of year 12 in sight and increasing hours and work, and soon after Uni, I will not have time for LOTC. I've been on this server for well over a year, and it's been fun. From the orcs to oren, its been fun. I've met some stella people and had a champion of a time. Fancy that this is the second time Im leaving. Maybe Ill be back again, eh who knows. Bye Bella/the1bow/bowanator/bowdogg/bow-d-o-double G 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Servant of St. Owyn 384 Share Posted August 19, 2014 ((ayyooo only 3months left. But seriously, have fun with your life and good luck was heaps fun rping with you and the Braduks when I was new, hopefully see you around. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lvke 1000 Share Posted August 19, 2014 Morris anxiously pats himself over, desperately making sure he lives. ((goodbye friend sorry we never gathered the required shekels for colin 2 make many child Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ilikefooddude 430 Share Posted August 19, 2014 ((Sorry to see you go, Bow. You've been a great friend both in the Orcs and all else otherwise, and it's a shame to see you go. Good luck with life, though, and I hope you achieve all you set out for!Braduks for life! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DrakeHaze. 2524 Share Posted August 19, 2014 ((You're a girl? 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Rig 17591 Share Posted August 19, 2014 [[ The Braduk Force be with you! ]] Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redbaron™ 690 Share Posted August 19, 2014 10 men dressed in decorative uniforms march down the streets of Petrus carrying a very large wooden cask on their shoulders. The faces of the soldiers show no expression, they only look forward towards their destination. Behind the men there are two lines of imperial soldiers who march in rhythm, the only sound, in the usually busy streets of Petrus, is the consistent step of imperial boots. At the back of the marching lines is Decurion Rowan Hightower of Kaldonia, wearing a crisp and clean uniform he follows the men all the way outside to the spot of the burial. Rowan stands at the edge of a pre dug hole, hands behind his back in a typical fashion. His eyes weary as one of his best soldiers bodies descend into the abyss that is the earth. His hands clenching as the Decanus' gets swallowed alive by the dirt being shovel onto it. The sound of the priest saying a farewell sermon is but a distant voice, Rowan pays no attention to it. Once all is over the crossbow men pick up their Arbalests, firing into the forests. With the conclusion of the funeral most leave, few stragglers stay behind to bid farewell to the once great soldier. When it is his turn Rowan moves up to the freshly churned grave, placing the medal of Peters Diligence on the top of it. He smiles slighty before patting the top of the grave to signify a final goodbye, walking off to continue to defend the city from the terrors that plague it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knox213 10 Share Posted August 21, 2014 She'll be back, says Roy. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Glyc 234 Share Posted October 3, 2014 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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