The North Claims Another

[Sky 0]

 

 

 

Months passed and seasons changed. Although he was immersed in his work, Frey Letholdus’ absence went fairly unnoticed by the inhabitants of Carolus. Most were not worried by the man’s eccentric work ethic - save for the fair woman he was recently wedded to and her cousin. Infact, tension hung thick in the air like the strong scent of festering flesh. While Frey’s wife, Viktoriya, always saw the best in him, her cousin Lorina saw the worst. Regardless, she remained appeased up until now - when Frey’s promise was broken.

 

In a week’s time, Viktoriya and Lorina found themselves too late as they approached the gates of Carolus. Beaten by the scavengers who truly ruled the Eruthos Canyon, they plucked at the flesh of Frey Letholdus. Still - except for the dry winds that touched his clothes. He was dressed for a funeral.

 

A letter directed to the deceased’s wife was found between his undershirt and chest.

 

 

 

“To My Everything,

 

It pains to pen this but with what dignity I have remaining, I must admit I have to break my promise to you. I often fantasized growing old with you among a large family. We would live comfortably, have plenty to eat, and pass on peacefully. In retrospect however, perhaps I made a promise I could not keep. I see you in pain and perhaps I am the burden in your life. Should the Creator find mercy upon my soul, I hope to cherish the time I spent with you in the hereafter. But in the physical world, you deserve so much more than I could ever offer. Our wedding had no priest so do not fret. With this, I set you free to find another.

 

Yours Truly,

Frey Letholdus.”

[Mj. 697]

"R-I-P Frey"

[Savoyard 263]

Ivar reads over the note, glaring the moment he spots the name 'Frey'. He simply crumples the note, tossing it carelessly aside.

[Devland99 180]

Constantine frowns as he is told by friends

[Urahra 5781]

((I thought you could be a good husband with time...))

[Fireheart 2777]

Franz frowns

[JuliusAakerlund 2402]

Carr kneels down on the ground as he puts his swords infront of him his hands firmly placed on the top of his lap as he closes his eyes, he reaches forward to grasp at some fine sand shuffling it through his hands as it slowly droops out of his hands onto the ground.

 

"The circle continues and so it has always been, may you find rest in the life after this one and may your life be remembered. From where you came you shall return, may the creator guide you on your path."

 

He stays quite as he pays his respects.

[Dohvi 622]

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