The Fall of a Steward

[Cleggmire_ 130]

                                                          -_-A Memory-_-   

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOS9aOIXPEk  A shadow would be appraised in the doorway of the small hovel, a young boy taking leave of its safe quarter. The beckoning wilderness would only drive the blonde boy forth as he meandered along. He traveled for days - the road being his only ear to listen to his song. He carry a lute on his back, the satchel besides him storing his rations. He reached the settlement of Leuvaarden, the soldiers and laborers buzzing in a unified fashion. The road was ornamented with the flags of Ashford, the stones lined bright as they gestured him forth to the magnificent keep that lay at the end of the road. A rather young, leisurely dressed man lie at the steps, two dozen men standing before him. He approached, unsure if his decadence would bring the noble a displeasing atmosphere. “Good day. May I ask where the -” He would look down at the rather roughened page that lie in his quivering hands, before looking back up to the bewildered noble “Where a Lord Guy de Bar is?” The man would remain mute, before replying with a voice unlike any he had heard before “Who asks.” The words would bring a demand, instead of a question. “Corvo Valius, sir.” The young blonde would return, his words almost taciturn before the intimidating presence of the soldiers beside him. “So be it. I am Guy de Bar.” The young Corvo smiled to him despite his surroundings, and kneeled before him. “I have long searched for a purpose. I would find it with you, and the Order of Saint Amyas, my lord.” And so he bestowed an oath upon Corvo, which the boy would stand by from then on.

Ten years later, Guy stands victorious on the battlegrounds, and approaches the throne - of Olivier de Savoie. He lay his bottom upon the fine linen seat, accepting the crown above his head as the wiser Corvo - now renamed Cale de Valoria once receiving stewardship of Drusco, would approach the scarred and hardened king “What becomes of us - of Amyas - of our virtues, our lands…” Guy would return a soft nod, his voice echoing through the halls of the palace as he addresses his men “We stand under a new flag - a new Order. The Vindicators of the Ashen Dawn.” Cale accepts, though a promise would arise through his rather solemn demeanor, as the thought would change to words, for him to hear “I vow - on my soul, and my life, that I shall protect you - and your legacy, until the day I breath my last.” With that he swiveled on his heel and exited the premises. The memory would be gone now, Cale - his corroded armor brittle and weak - as he would lie against the wall inside the courtyard of Geldern keep, Denis standing before him as Cale would grasp his heinous wound, the aurum spear penetrating through his rib-cage, his breathing growing hoarse, and nebulous. He looks up to Denis, the demeanor of a defeated man lying before the young noble, as he would choke out “I could not keep my promise… the human race does not live by having the will to survive - it lives to find purpose. You - your family gave me purpose, my old friend. I go now with Guy de Bar as he reigns over his Ashford kingdom in the - Seven… Skies.” The wise man would drop into an unconscious state as the weak necrolyte would return from his damaged state, sauntering out the door and leaning down to cave the defeated man's skull in.

 

Edited November 3, 2015 by Cleggmire_

[lawnmowerman 3040]

A wolfish leer remains upon Samuel's weathered and cold lips as he treks through the cold plains, eyeing the keep of Saltstone with a promising gaze.

 

Ser Roke would hear of the news from his good comrade, Lord Allard Fournier, a smug smirk dancing upon his features as he'd murmur upon his small vessel,

"Th' only thing I wish would've happened is me seeing th' ***** get shanked."

Edited November 3, 2015 by Guck

[Publius 4098]

Publius hears of this and frowns, the young Corvo being the epitome of youthful energy and good will to him. He wrings his wrinkled hands, his face grim.

 

"A sensitive man, Corvo..."

 

This most sudden and recent death does much to remind the aged man of his mortality, worrying as he continues with matters of state while he can, managing to send the Valius family a letter of condolence as he does so.

 

 

Edited November 3, 2015 by Publius

[KUSHerZombie 222]

Maxwell greets Cale in the seven skies!

[Unslaughted 121]

((R.I.P.))

Edited November 11, 2015 by Volarith

[Elad™ 560]

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