A Fallen Ward.

[Noer 577]

Johnathan suffolk kneels amongst the corpses, an arrow in his shoulder piercing the chain mail covering him as he  looks around, his arm mangled and a giant gash along his face. He drops his sword, his hands growing weak and shaky.
He focuses his gaze on Guy de Bar, one of the survivors, standing above him as his Ordermen rally.
He frowns, his expression growing ever grimmer by the minute.
"I was wrong, it would not be who would give the gift of death... It would be you."
"You have given me the life I lived, Lord de Bar, and now it is your duty to take away from me my life."


((Waiting for altiak to respond, need him to kill me or spare me.))

[Norman 492]

[Altiak 1648]

 

 

The figure looming over the miserly rebel remained rigid and unmoving despite his words, his gauntlet-clad hand wavering over the sword at his hip for a brief moment as though weighing his choice. Guy de Bar raked his gaze across the ruined courtyard he stood in, taking in the destruction and carnage that had befallen the fortress’s garrisoning force. Staring down at the quivering youth before him, the Lord Chancellor retracted his hand, crouching to meet Suffolk’s gaze with a muted expression devoid of emotion.

 

“This rebellion has taken one ward from me already, John. Each man, loyalist and rebel alike, has his duty - yet mine is not to take the life of one who was once in my charge.”

 

Without another word the grizzled Count rose, gracing the boy with nary another glance as he strode away, leaving him to wallow in his defeat.

[Publius 4098]

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