The Last Crowley

[ZeeMan_/Pillzberry 36]

          Oliver Crowley looks out in the distance on his small ship, fully armored and wielding his aunt Wesleyan's Claymore. Waves beat against the ship and a thick cloud hang low in the sky. He lets out a sigh as he thinks back on his life, all the despair he had faced, all the deaths he had witnessed, all the people he had killed in his wars.

 

          He looks forward once more, a snowy tundra lay before him, adjusting the mast's direction he brings the ship closer to the tundra and sends the ship crashing into the snow and ice, locking the vessel in one place. He hops down from the ship and examines the terrain, noticing trails of iron boot prints, beginning to follow them and holding his Claymore close to him. The howls of wolves can be heard in the distance, Oliver flips the visor of his helmet down and approaches the sounds. The wolves come running, 5 of them, sprinting towards Oliver. In one swipe Oliver kills the first one, decapitating the snow covered wolf. The second jumps onto him and causes him to fall. 

He sends his head forward aggressively, head-butting the wolf with his Iron helm, it falls off of him unconcious. The third wolf goes to jump onto Oliver while he is on the ground, but Oliver holds the Claymore upright and the wolf is stabbed all the way through from the gut. Oliver swings the Claymore and the wolf flies off of it, hitting the fourth wolf and breaking a few of its bones, rendering it immobile. The fifth wolf quickly turns around and runs away.

Oliver slowly gets up and dusts some frost off of him, walking over and stabbing the wolf he had knocked unconcious in the throat. He lets out a light cough and continues his trek through the endless snow.

 

       Eventually he comes across a large keep with silver and blue banners. He walks around the keep and comes across a hill, he sheathes the Claymore and rushes up the hill in a sprint, jumping off and goign over the wall, landing with a loud clash and leaving a few dents in his armor. 

Sounds of knights shouting and running towards Oliver's location, they immediatly grab hold of him and drag him away.

 

Oliver wakes up chained to a stone wall, a large tall man with long brown hair and a goatee looks down at Oliver. "Hello...Crowley." Oliver looks up at the man and growls, the color of his eyes transition to red and he grips the chains and pulls as hard as he can, causing the walls the chains are attached to, to crack, but the chains do not come out, he sighs. "I know you are angry with me Oliver, but why would you come all this way just to kill one man? What could I have done that should, deserve such a fate?"

 

  Oliver looks up at the man with raging red eyes "Yeh killed meh fat'er. Yeh killed meh brothers. Yeh turned meh mot'er into a monstrositeh. Yeh murdered...meh whole fawkin' famileh!" he shouts angrily.

The man lets out a light chuckle "Your family left some unfinished business, your father specificly, you know, you do not screw over the Sentinels and expect no punishment." He smiles "But I am so greatful of you to join us Oliver Alexander Crowley. We have been expecting you." he kneels down to Oliver and gives him a harsh stare "But now, you're finally here. The last of your god forsaken family. This day Oliver, execution shall come, the Crowleys and Cultens will finally be all wiped out."

 

Four guards walk into the stone room and grab the chains and unscrewing them from the wall, holding them tight and dragging Oliver out of the room and to a small stage, eleven guards with Crossbows wait in front of it. The guards chain Oliver to the stage and rip his iron chestplate off and rips his shirt off to leave his chest bare.

 

The man walks onto the stage and puts a hand on Oliver's shoulder "Any last words Crowley?"

Oliver bows his head in prayer "Creator guide meh way teh yer 'ands. Creator shed ligh' upon t'is place. Creator...forgive meh fer wha' I've done."

 

The man pats his shoulder with a nod to the guardsmen, hopping down from the stage. The eleven Crossbowmen lift their Crossbows and aim for Oliver's chest. They fire their bolts one at a time, Oliver takes all elven bolts and finally hangs dead from his chains, blood soaks his chest and the eleven bolts stick out of his torso. 

The same four guardsmen walk up the stage and unchain his corpse, dragging it off to a small raft and tying the body of Oliver to it and they push it off the shore, sending it slowly floating towards civilization.

 

Will anyone find the corpse of Oliver Alexander Crowley? Only time will tell, the family of Crowley and Culten are no more. There is one last Culten alive, but his identity shall remain a mystery until someone discovers him. This was the last, of Oliver Crowley.

((This the PK for Oliver, I am possibly quitting LOTC and in case I don't however, Oliver will still be alive, but this segment will be a story of survival if I choose to continue to roleplay Oliver, thank you for reading.))

[Gladuos 869]

His eyes remain closed as he sits in fixed concentration, the sensation of something flowing throughout Merek's body. It's as if an intense amount of dire and cruel coldness is seeping into Merek's core. He opens his eyes as he lets out a sudden breath, the air condensing before him. Merek sits on the cold, frozen ground of the taigan landscape, a solemn expression on his face.

 

Merek simply recalls what he told Jayko about these visions, "For whatever time or person this feeling of intense coldness applies to, it certainly has significance to what is happening now."

[Huh 91]

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