The Province That Is Raev.

[Knox213 10]

Return of Roy Carrion

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6lTKqnhsoU

 

The imposing forests surrounding the Crownlands were a place of quaint, peaceful sanctuary, untouched by Athera’’s new settlers and teeming with flora and fauna. Well-fed elk grazed complacently, all manner of plants and fungi grew under the shade of the high canopy, and the clear streams were bountiful with fish and reeds.

 

A small, dark-feathered bird swoops low over the sprawling valleys of the forest, flapping it’s wings resolutely. It ascends high over the treeline, squawking against the wind as it veers towards the horizon, where a thin trail of smoke is visible rising into the sky. The crow flies …

 

A seemingly insignificant figure stands atop a steep rocky ledge over a stream, the rock’s texture weathered and battered by centuries of weather. The figure flicks his wrist, and watches a small stone spin from his hand towards the water below, landing with a resounding splash and sinking. The man watches the ripple spread with a distant expression denoting deep thought on his face, before chucking another stone over the side of the ledge with a grunt.

 

Upon closer inspection, the man would appear to be not unlike an ordinary man, standing at an average height and size. However, something seemed … different about this man. He carried himself with more pride, more dignity; shoulders angled straight, head high, figure daunting. Slightly disheveled, ink-black hair fell to the man’s shoulders, and his icy blue eyes shone with a passion like generations of his ancestors before him.

Pulled from his thoughts by a soft thumping sound, the man peers over his shoulder. A crow, his crow,Godferik the old, had landed on a low-hanging branch, folding its wings inward and giving a low caw as it perched over the man’s campsite. The man gave a snort of derision at his unruly companion, before peering back over the cliff’s face.

 

 

“Godferik, you have always been a faithful companion, to my House, and its people.” He heard himself say, taken slightly aback at the sound of his own voice, a thick Raevir accent emphasizing the words. He stooped to pick up a small stone, mulling it over in his hands for a moment, before throwing it over the side with self disgust. “My people need me, old friend.”

 

It was true, for this man’s kinfolk had come under a time of strife and suffering. His comrades and brethren had befallen hard times in this new, mysterious land, their Motherland being claimed by a group of despicable traders. Those his great father once fought alongside had been devolved into lowly bandits and highwaymen in his stead, resorting to acts of robbery and murder for simple sustenance. His once proud, faithful people were at their worst, and their glory days were over. If he did not take action, centuries of history would be muddled and forgotten.

 

“I am niet best man, myself, Godferik.” The man said in a low, loathing mumble, his brow furrowing as images of the past filled his head. He was not wrong. This man, plain as he appeared, had killed countless people in the name of his King and Country, and there was not a day where he was left unhaunted by their dying visages. He picked up a stone.

 

Lelien.

 

He let loose, watching the rock bounce off of the cliffs face as it tumbled towards it’s destination.

 

Eleron.

 

He took a half-step forth, watching as the stone crashed into the water below, shattering his shimmering reflection.

 

Farley.

 

“Why should I make return, eh, Godferik?” The man asks, seemingly to himself, as he scoops up another small stone. He frowns deeply as he contemplates the stone, remembering those before him. His late father, a dutiful, fair ruler, tried with all of his worldly power to restore the Empire to it’s previous greatness, and unite the realm of Anthos.

 

His father, ever a protecting, righteous monarch, instilled such strong beliefs in his boy until the day he died, leading a glorious, penultimate charge against the savage Zionist hordes. The man thinks back to the day the war was won, and silently curses his father for his untimely death. Images of the treacherous Decterum’s hall painted red with the blood of the newly-crowned Iron Crow as his House lost the Empire flash through the man’s memory, and he winces.

 

But something shone through the man’s anger and frustration. As though being struck with a divine light, the man’s expression softened, and he looks up to Godferik with a passionate gaze. He had united his people once before. With his homelands in disorder after his kinsman’s assassination, he had stepped up and taken the role of a leader, bringing his countrymen together and reforming them. He had saved, and even made stronger, his family name, in the past.

 

A determined glare upon the man’s face, he begins to stride forth at a swift pace, upturning a cooking pot onto his firepit and glancing at the flames being washed away.. He bends over to collect his meager belongings, and pauses for a moment to look upon his most prized possession; a tabard, long in his service, with stains and moth-bitten holes pockmarked over them.

 

Despite the grime, a smile crosses the man’s features as he pulls the red, black and yellow tabard over his shoulders and shrugs it onto his chest. He takes a look up to the skies, and he smiles the sun’s smile, knowing that in the seven skies, his countrymen and kinsmen before him were urging him onwards, and their sheer will alone were enough to keep this man relentless in his pursuit of newfound, reformed glory.

 

“Glory …” He rolls the word over his tongue, before looking down to Godferik. His crow feasts on the corpse of a felled sparrow, pecking at it’s flesh. “Glory, Godferik … this is my quest. To make save of my Raevir kinsmen from certain demise, and to  make mother Raev strong again, as it was centuries passed  … as it was during the times of Saint Stran and grandpa Saint Siegmund ...”

 

Giving a determined nod, Roy Carrion sets off towards Raev, to set his kinsmen on the right track once more. After a long-drawn exodus … Roy Carrion had returned.

 

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In the bumbling township of Raev, all was quaint, and peaceful. The community is obviously downtrodden, and many of the townsfolk are too sick to aid around the town. However, it seems an eerie hush fell over Raev as a lone man approaches the village. Errant townsfolk shuffle solemnly out of their hovels to see what had caused the people of Raev to stop what they were doing, and as the man approaches, their expressions become shocked, surprised, and even relieved.

 

As Roy walks through the streets of the village his people call home, many boisterous men cheer his name, and clap their hands in joyous outburst. Children weave in and out of his path, jaunting alongside him happily, and the women gaze onwards dreamily. Several Raevir lords bend the knee to the exalted Carrion as he walks past, their heads bowed low in stoic respect to their lord.

 

Many years ago, a young boy left his people, and has returned a man, ready to accept the responsibility of leading his people to glory once again.

Credit to NiceGuyNorman for working on this, this entire return post would have never have happened it wasn’t for him.

[Fid 566]

An ethereal Eleron steeples his fingers and gazes down at the young Carrion from whichever plane of the Aether is reserved for Mali'aheral. His fingers trace along the line of his right cheekbone, where Roy's cruelty had evidenced itself; his thoughts turned to the feeling of the flames that consumed his mortal body at the boy's command. And yet... and yet. Thoughts of vengeance and ill-wishes die a swift death in the Seven Skies.

 

"For what it is worth," he murmurs to Lelien beside him. "I wish that oem'ii well. I hope that he makes Heinrik proud in word, and deed."

[Idiot14yearoldminecraftplayer 280]

Alistair works up the courage to kneel to Roy, swearing his sword to him

[Arkelos 1027]

Naeri sends Roy some mina and a note that says he can go get some Carrion Black with the mina, sending anything else would have been an insult,

[Norman 492]

Ser Sascha smiles upon hearing word of the boy Carrion returning, setting off to Raev to eagerly greet his friend and former liege lord.

[Pureimp10 5691]

Ronald draws his sword and kneels down upon it, pledging his allegiance to Roy.

[dank 413]

"And so he returns. I wondered when this might happen." Corbett proceeds to plan to meet his friend Roy, once he's out of sky-god prison.

[Vanir 693]

Abner pauses mid sentence as the assembled Decterum before him drop down to one knee, the rustling sound of chainmail and plate filling the air. Frowning in confusion, the Marshal turns to look over his shoulder, only to spot a small crowd of Raevirs, with a lone man at it's head. Abner stared at the man for a moment, before his eyes widen in realization. A small grin formed on his face as he unsheathed his sword, and laid it on the ground at the young man's feet.

 

"Welcome back, m'lord. Th' Decterum stands ready to serve."

[Glyc 234]

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