Betrayal Of The Crow

[Arteh 1837]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nPaljFIbmc

 

A cool wind blows across the rolling hills of wheat as Augustus de Sola returns to Dour Watch, a quiet and peaceful afternoon. A few guards stood watch, as the rest manned the walls and were garrisoned inside the castle.

 

 

Augustus stood on the walls overlooking the lands as the banners of the Golden Crow slowly made their way towards the gates of the Dour Watch, a loud voice boomed from the ranks “Is Titus de Sola here?”. Augustus, without his father being there, responded in his stead. “No, who is it that I speak to?” the man responded “Marshall Tarcell Othaman, who is it I speak with?” to which Augustus promptly replied “Augustus de Sola, son of Titus de Sola”. Marshall Tarcell Othaman then reassured the young man that he had fought under his Grandfather and urged him to open the gate.

 

As the gates slowly raised the Banners of the Golden Crow began to slowly flood into the central entrance of the keep, Augustus de Sola went out to greet the man that had fought under his grandfather, the guards stood attentively beside the young Augustus de Sola. An uneasy feeling was sensed amongst the ranks of the Golden Crows, their eyes not welcoming, Tarcell Othaman with a stern look on his face gripped the arm of Augustus de Sola, pulling him close. With his other hand he pulled out his longsword and dug it into the stomach of Augustus. Two other Crows did the same from behind the Marshall as they pierced their longswords through Augustus. The blades twist and turn within his body as they were pulled out.

 

His eyes widened with shock and pain, the rest of the crows swiftly unsheathed their blades as did the guards of Dour Watch. The Marshall muttered “The Vladovs send their regards” as the blade was pulled out from the stomach of Augustus de Sola. The guards pulling back Augustus behind them in an attempt to let the guards stationed inside to pull him through, they did so and led the barely breathing Augustus inside. The Crows reformed and managed to leave Dour Watch as the men inside the castle, enraged by this act of treachery demanded blood.

 

Augustus de Sola, son of Titus de Sola. Gravely wounded, the young man rests in his bed as his ever watchful sister Emelie de Sola alongside several others Medicus’ tend to his wounds.

[mmat 7460]

"Tarcell has fallen to the raevir brainrot now too?" Drake questions himself with a rub to his forehead as he hears of the shocking betrayal... 

 

"I thought him wiser."

[Eddywilson2 2117]

Tarcell frowns having beheaded the son and put it on a spike.

[Hammer4_ 166]

"I just hope ve killed 'im." Roric would state dryly, taking a nearby stone from upon the ground and sharpening the edge of his blade.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Athirius Roke, a witness of this foul act, would skim his eyes over the marshland, a flinty frown plunked upon his face.

[sdjden 0]

"Good I hope the scum dies of his wounds!" Marcus runs off with Adelric!

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

Bryce squints his eye hearing of this news "Isn't this in direct violation of His Majesty's Command? They're nothing but bandits and bandits meet their end in the beast pits of Saltstone."

[verfumbo 47]

Sarus recalls such events in his mind with a smile on his face, he pulls out his dagger, the blood of de sola still coating its steel.

[Galendar 631]

Ostromir leans back in his chair as he would look to Kazimir and Franz.

"This could be a good thing... or a bad thing..."

[YouKnowItsJuno 269]

Emelie de Sola sits next to her brother's bed in a chair, eyes watching his sleeping form. After changing his bandages again and giving him milk of the poppy, he had quickly fallen asleep. She reached a hand over and brushed some of his golden hair away from his pale forehead, like a mother would do for her child. Reluctantly, she sat back and rubbed the side of her face - dark circles under her eyes and a tired look on her face. She had sat by his side and not left it since he was stabbed brutally by the Golden Crows.

 

Her eyes flickered to a book on Augustus' bedside table. She gently picked it up and flicked open the cover, taking up a quill and ink. Slowly, she began to write in her journal.

 

"They have my brother Clement. The Crows, who were sent by the Vladovs, have stabbed my brother Augustus - and probably would have assassinated me and my father had we been present. I was clubbed and drowned outside Brelus. This... treachery, and blatant disregard of the King's Law, must come to an end. The Vladovs bringing in allies, attacking on neutral ground, and raiding us every day to every other day makes me grow furious. When they come, they throw insult after insult at me specifically, since I am the only lady here. Those sick bastards have not a shred of honor among any of them. And I will make them pay for it all - damn the Vladovs and all who support them. I will not rest until their corpses are buried under the dirt - if we allow them that small mercy."

 

With that, she lay aside the journal open to let the ink dry, took up her vigil once more, and waited for Augustus to awaken once more.

[Flapman 625]

Lerald sits in the snow, wiping the blood of his sword with an old rag. "Justice..." he softly mumbles.

[giambro 612]

"It was a message.. We come as Crows.. You mess with the Vladovs.. You're messing with us.." spits on the ground with anger.

[Hammer4_ 166]

Upon rereading the news, Roric would stand up, face confused. "Vait... ve cut 'is head off, now t'ey're tellin' me t'at this fool is layin' in bed recoverin'..." He would then chuckle, sheathing his sword. "Ve'll just 'ave ta do it a second time."

[Heff 2460]

EDRIC CHEERS

[mylimo7 409]

Iosif cheers.