Arrows At The Chapel

[craotor 617]

Abbot Radovid watched the many years of work finally unfold before his eyes, a decade ago the Church had given the dwarf priest a task. To establish a mission in Malinor and bring as many elfs into the fold as possible, it was thought to be a impossible task and that trying was a fool's errand. But what the sceptics didn't know was that Radovid had GOD on his side.

 

In front of him now stood the mission of Malinor, the first chapel to ever be built upon elven soil. A single tear ran across Radovids cheeks as the last block was finally placed. Monks knelt behind Radovid thanking God for granting them the resolve to go through with this task. The Abbot told his monks to leave him alone, he needed some quiet time with God. The monks overcome with joy smiled and quickly went their separate ways, much work had to be done.

 

Radovid went to his knees and began to pray, while praying he remembered his life and the long and arduous path he had to take. His start as a mercenary, a dark period of his life filled with sin and blood, as a mercenary Radovid did disgusting things, sins that could never be washed away from his soul no matter how much work he put into the Church and he accepted that. Unlike most churchmen who believed they had a guaranteed place in one of the 7 skies Radovid knew he could just as easily go to hell. But at least he got to do some good during his life and for that he was thankful, had it not been Gods glorious light Radovid would have probably have died already on some damp and forgotten battlefield.

 

As he finished praying and got back up an elf appeared in front of him. An unknown elf with silver hair and a bandana, Radovid did not know this elf but welcomed him with open arms and a smile. Looking him straight in the eyes the Dwarf began to say “Welcome friend, do you wish to-” He didn't even finish the sentence before the elf raised his hand and made a simple and yet unmistakable hand symbol. Not a second later an arrow hit Radovid straight in the chest and then another a few inches to the right.

 

Radovids eyes widened as he fell to his knees, grasping his wooden Lorraine cross. Fate seemed to be inexorable, for Radovid was destined to die like a soldier despite his best efforts. The Elf walked closer and closer before finally stopping when he got into whisper reach, he came close to the dwarfs ear and said “Malinor for the elves…”. And with that he yanked the bloody Lorraine Cross from the dwarfs hand and ran back into the woods. The dwarf fell on his stomach and using his last strength he wrote a message for those who would find him later.

 

After a while the monks of St Daniel found his body, cold and motionless. One hand seemed to be grasping a now gone Lorraine Cross and the other hand was bloody and had just finished to writing a bloody message:

 

“DO NOT BLAME THE ELVES”

[bungo 3965]

"What a shame!"

[GloriaPreussens 798]

The Acolyte Vladimir, upon hearing the news, frowned and bowed his head, praying for the good Abbot's soul to find peace in the Seven Skies.

[Haribo 385]

Bishop Humbert de Bar frowns, a small tear rolls down his cheek as he hears news of Radovid dying. The bishop utters a small personal prayer. He makes the sign of the Lorraine Cross over his chest.

 

"I knew from the beginning Sixtus III's mission of converting the elves would've only led to nothing... But this, this I cannot accept."

[CasualGhost 184]

A courier arrives at St. Edmond's Cathedral, bearing the news of the death of the Abbot. The High Pontiff scans the letter, his eyes growing harder with every word upon the parchment. His gaze turns a steely cold, rage and determination filling it. He begins to pen a letter.

[Samoblivion 532]

Kaelin curses upon hearing of this. "******* idiots. For once, the Valah are keen to leave us in peace and to our own devices and customs. Mali-kind is safer than we've been in centuries, and now that'll come crashing down. Elfblood will be on their hands."

 

He shakes his head, fearing for the future.

[_Sug 2809]

*Abbot Jude of Cyriaum receives the him with open arms in the seven skies*

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Elorna frowns in deep concern at the news. She remembers just a few elven days ago she had left a small gift of roses and tulips at the chapel. "These violent fools want to doom their entire race..."

 

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[Peter Chivay 2494]

Atalf Banard, continuing work on his tavern, hears news of the atrocious death that had transpired only a few houses down from his soon to be place of business.

 

Mumbling lowly to himself, he looks to the slightly rusted and beaten sword that hangs idle at his side. A sword that had not be stained in blood for years.

 

Only a small marking can still be made out on the pommel of the sword...

 

[Esterlen 4499]

"What a shame," says the ordained priest, Renuald of Metz, to his aspiring apprentice Kendor Wicce as they take their supper in his paltry office, "He was a good man. What a rotten way to die." 

[Daisy 9735]

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