Death Of A Monarch

[bulgaria is white 461]

Another mundane day of administrative duties, another day of the monotonous work that had held an Ashford’s life captive for decades. Who was to know that this one would bear such a great impact?

 

“You are hereby officially ordered by royal decree to relocate with your immediate retinue to the Elven Lands, so as to pursue an immediate and peaceful end to the conflict brewing in the region. Do not return to Oren until you have accomplished the goals set out by your liege. Failure is a sure sign of incompetence, and the Crown will react appropriately.”

These words rang through Olivier de Savoie’s head, still bearing the herald’s articulation and clarity. Had the king intended to for his duke to be mired in such an insurmountable task in an effort to secure the condemnation of his house? He could merely ponder as the king and his entourage abruptly arrived at the Silver City’s gates, having come with intentions of diplomacy. Formalities were exchanged between the groups, High Elves passing off shallow pleasantries to the stoic king. An air of tension had began to settle amidst the group of man and elf as the party departed for the library of Haulen’or.

The vast din of barks and orders from both king and commander had proven to be overwhelming in the confines of Haulen’or’s library, but this did not cause any disruptions in the errant duke’s musings. The lot of soldiery expressed palpable fear as Andrik inspected their formation; however, the entirety of the ranks bore a welling pride as they stood before an iconic figure for humanity. This man, though able to conduct great cruelty, still served as a beacon for the downtrodden and crushed of mankind. It was not long until the king departed with a small entourage, setting off to discuss matters with the elven Sohaer. Rank and file fell at mild ease with his departure, whisperings of banter being passed about.

It had been mere moments after Andrik’s leave that a shocking sound emitted from the plaza below. The bloodcurdling screams of a man in agony echoed about the lofty room, causing a great stir amongst the men stationed within. As if on queue the multitude of Orenian soldiers flooded out of the library, occupants that were stuck waiting inside merely peering out of the windows in curiosity. Olivier rushed to the balcony above, gaining a direct view of the ghastly sight: the very man which had greeted him not minutes ago being rendered to a charred, mangled corpse.

Some stood frozen in sheer shock, others began to weep for their lost king; voices cried out in futility to save the now damned monarch. But it was all the same- here a man of great power and renown had been rendered as helpless as a mere babe, surrounded by the entirety of his most talented entourage. The duke stared onwards with a blank countenance, his pale eyes rendering what transpired before him. Should he rejoice inwardly, a potential foe being removed from the equation? No- for it had been that the two men once held meetings as brothers, kinsmen in a time where all else stood to bring ruin unto the Heartlands. Here his kinsman was turned to dust, not a single man capable of providing him comfort in death. A band of marauding soldiers had set fire to the library, ash rising the burning furniture. The nauseous scent of burnt fabrics hung thick in the air. Soon the Orenian soldiers descend upon the Silver City in a fury, putting men, women and child to the sword alike. But amidst it all Olivier could only muster a single thought, a mere string of a sentence:

 

“There is no greater sin than to blot out humanity’s light.”

[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

"They've been planning this for a while.... I bet!" he says "HAIL VYDRA TO DEATH OR DEPART.....DEATH TO KING KNIFE EARS!" he shouts angrily, sharpening a second sword, not for the dwarven vs oren war. The sword would seem to have a high elven ear carved into it, with a piece of his own blood whiped through it "They all will die"

[Rethai 163]

Looks down as he hears the news. A single tear slides down from his eye, into his mouth. His legs begin to tremble as he looks into the sky, falling to the ground and weeping

 

 

"We will never have a king like him again." he says in between gasping for air.

 

 

"never."

[ToenailTickler 290]

Ozkar'Rax laughs hysterically at the fate of the elves, but then he tries to figure out what hysterically means and ends up dying. 

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

Little Aurelius Tython stands upon the tower of Griffin's Perch looking towards the 'Silver City', "They will know what true silver feels like."

[Gone 869]

Cheza hears from Kalenz how the king had spit upon books. She slowly shakes her head, tone full of disgust as she murmurs out "And here I thought he was a man to be respected... A shame he turned out to be such a disappointment."

[Pureimp10 5691]

Cheza hears from Kalenz how the king had spit upon books. She slowly shakes her head, tone full of disgust as she murmurs out "And here I thought he was a man to be respected... A shame he turned out to be such a disappointment."

“We’ll be spittin’ on your body soon enough."

[Heff 2460]

Little Aurelius Tython stands upon the tower of Griffin's Perch looking towards the 'Silver City', "They will know what true silver feels like."

Brennen whacks Aurelius, "That makes no sense boy. They will know what steel feels like now."

[Mj. 697]

After Aethos cuts the hands off of a poor high elf, he reminds Orenians that he too is an elf, and not to PURGE THE **** OUT OF HIM.

[Heero 4092]

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