A Setting Sun

[Tirenas 677]

Cantonus Chivay would greet his nephew into the Seven Skies.

Edited September 5, 2015 by Tirenas

[Imi 425]

Jean sighs somewhat as she receives the news, heading to her desk to write a letter for her niece,  Ceriwyn, giving her condolences.

[Matheus 559]

"Took him long enough." Volg Xavier would say, polishing the skull of a dark elf.

[Stump 709]

She couldn't believe it.

Ceriwyn de Savoie sat in her, and now truly only her room, with thoughts drifting through her head like the storm that had consumed the King of Oren just hours before. At this point, the straw-haired widow couldn't tell if she should scream and cry, or simply run out to join him.

"No.."

Ceriwyn's gaze swiftly panned up to a portrait of none other than Rhys Antony Briarwood, 'Butcher of Kaphro' those who still knew the story called him. All she could do was stare, like a lost man might long for a reply from God as he prayed. Yet, it remained a painting, her father having left her long ago, never returning as she'd hoped. Faintly, the monarch turned back to the wood flooring, and for all the pride and strength she carried herself with, all she could do was cry.

[AGP 3169]

Constantine is sat scribbling away at a letter on his desk when a knock is heard upon his door. He opens it, takes the letter from his squire, and sits back down to read it. After a few moments of contemplation, he mutters, "It seems time accomplished what Adria could not," and traces a lorraine cross across his chest.

[GullibleGal 1]

As night approaches, Elain finds herself sitting under the tree in the palace gardens. Her expression sours with each passing thought, drumming her fingers upon the tree’s dark wood.

“Aunt Ceriwyn..”

Letting out a soft sigh, she turns her head towards the direction of the lonely chambers that contain the mourning woman.  If only she could’ve done something to ease her loss.

[Porko 397]

Veryn returns to the palace, a expression of shock immediately crossing his face as he hears the news.  "... M-My King..." he utters, seemingly paralyzed. After a long silent moment, a sigh escapes from his mouth, and he paces the Palace, solemn and mourning. 

Edited September 5, 2015 by Porkchops/Memeism

[Norman 492]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCC_b5WHLX0

 

     A lone man sat in his study, mulling over a collection of stratagems and doctrines despite the squall that rumbled outside. The resounding crackle of thunder garnered his attention at last, and he wrenched his gaze from the papers he was scrutinizing with a haggard sigh. Pacing towards the ornate window that framed the candlelit room, the man stared through the drenched and misty pane at the tempest that hung over Felsen in the north. A sudden feeling of overwhelming bereavement struck the man as he looked towards the distant spires of the palace, but a sigh was all he conceded at the unusual sensation. The storm will pass, the man assured himself as he strode from the study, no trace of doubt clouding his thoughts as he left to let the downpour rage on.

     Soon enough, the dawn will break.

Edited September 5, 2015 by Norman

[calculusdesola 1658]

"The king is dead, long live the king."

[bumblefina 2766]

Annabelle d'Amaury rides for Peremont with her close friend, Emelie de Bar, in tow, upon receiving this news. She arrives to meet with her father, finding comfort in his company in this solemn time.

 

 

[Scipp3r 451]

Packard scoffs

"These Kings rise and fall, but there will only be one true Emperor of Carpathia."

[Fireheart 2777]

Franz would grip the piece of paper in his hands on which the news of the King's death would be inscribed on. He would slowly rise from his chair and slowly shuffle his way to the exit of  the dwelling. A light glance would be given to the sky before he would turn his attention to the sunset "Despite the disagreements we may have had I will none the less mourn your death. You, many moons ago, had to fit into large shoes. Task and duties that I myself could never imagine to fulfill. Shoes that you filled with confidence as you led your people to victory." The piece of paper would fly out of Franz's hand, carried by the wind into the valley below. "You will be missed, but I wish the best intentions for you and your family. Farewell, friend.." With that Franz would step back into his dwelling and sit back down into his chair. Reaching over for a blank piece of paper as a drop of water would fall from his face to the ground below.

[Arkelos 1027]

15th of the Grand Harvest, 1523

"The Nation of Aeroch Nor has heard that The Kingdom of Oren has lost their ruler. As such, the entire Nation of Aeroch Nor is in deep mourning as His Majesty passes to the Seven Skies above.

 

As you mourn, we shall mourn with you."
 

-The Aeroch Nor Council

 

 

 

[Rig 17580]

Quinn Falk rested, sitting on a pew within a church somewhere in the vast lands of Oren, an expression of solemn glee set into his features as his shoulders hunched. "So ends that generation of nae-do-wells." mutters the Vladov bannerman to none but himself as he peers down at his tabard. "I wish m'liege could've seen this."

[Overland 349]

“Friendships with Valah are foolish, Andria.” Such was the words told to Andria Ith’ael from a young age by her parents.

Yet Andria felt she owed a debt to Olivier, especially after all he had done for her kind, from giving them a refuge just outside Aldersberg to assisting in the revenge on those who had wronged the High Elves.

Thus his passing seemed to hurt, mayhaps a little too much for a High Elf with the potential to live for centuries.

* * *

Laelius Aedalfieri simply says nothing for a few moments upon hearing the news in the Felsen tavern. Though by merely looking at his face, his sadness was visible.

* * *

Joachim de Bar sits in the dining hall within Peremont, contemplating taking a draught of his wine mug as he - along with his family - lament the recent passing. While Joachim spoke to him little, the passing still affected him greatly for he was also family. Therefore Joachim raised his mug and proclaimed to those around the table:

"For Olivier."

((2000th post!))

 

Edited September 6, 2015 by Overland