One Half, Gone : The Death of a Squire

[SodaiKamikaze 652]

One Half, Gone: The Death of a Squire

 

“How goes your studies,  Uilleam?”

The words of a trusted man, met with no inkling of suspicion. The young boy gazes up at an idol figure, his usual broad smile kept high upon his childish features.

“They go very well ser.”
“... How old are you now, Uilleam? Fourteen?”
“No, thirteen ser.”
“Ahh.. A good age, one where adventure is to be had.”

 

Odd.. But still, no cause for worry, right? It was he who said that he’d want to witness the young lad transcend into becoming a fully fledged Knight. He wouldn’t hurt him.

 

A warhammer is drawn.

 

What is going on.. Is there a need for him to wield his weapon? No, no. He wouldn’t kill me. would he? Knights are honourable, chivalrous. There’s nothing honourable in killing  me..

 

“What do you think of this warhammer, Uilleam?”
“I think it is a wonderfully made s-”

 

The boy’s words were cut short by a dirk piercing through his spine and throat, jutting out from his young, sinewy flesh. Blood bubbles forth from the wound, the bright red liquid dripping down onto his tabard and soon, the ground near the stables. His arms flail about helplessly, clawing at the gloved hand slapped over his mouth. He tries to speak, to cry out for help, but is all his efforts were masked, made mum by the overbearing hand clamped upon his lips. With nothing but tears in his eyes, Uilleam’s last moments were spent engraving the man he had trusted, who inspired him, into his fading memories. Looking into the eyes of his killer’s accomplice, the small child knew his time had come early, before he had a chance to blossom.

Betrayal.
 

“I’m sorry.. But we have to keep the peace..”
“If only you hadn’t been in the middle.. What a fine Knight you would've become..”
“Rest well, Ser Uilleam..”

 

OOC: Alright so, this is indeed a permakill post. Holy ****, great plot dudes, was nice roleplaying with you guys as this character. Damned sure didn't see it coming until it was too late.

Edited November 28, 2015 by Nalatac

[Malaise 1570]

"Poor, poor Uilleam."

[Sultan 3953]

Adrian would shake his head "He died so young.."

[Z3r05t4r 855]

Silus furrows his brows upon hearing the news, mildly disturbed. "A shame. So young. And I was not even able to help him with his nightmares. At least he can rest peacefully now."

[OrbsofGold 43]

The Felsen guard is investigating

[Pav33 101]

On a short trip to the lands of Oren whence he hailed from, Malsi'Amer would read the obituary and would begin to faintly cry "so young..........to young....."

[KIIWIKILLA 342]

Arthur Roswell would go to speak to his son, John. He sits with him, waiting for the right moment to tell him of the death of his new friend. "John." He said, softly. "You remember Uilliem?" Before he could finish his son was ecstatic. "The boy from the palace? He was going to squire me!" The young boy is ecstatic. After a few minutes pass, Arthur calms his son and informs him of Uilleam's death. Arthur tries to console his son. "A sad loss indeed." He says, as he explains what has happened to his son. Arthur is rather touched at the early departure of young Uilleam.

[Rudi 1747]

Favian deeply frowns when he hears the rumors "And now the innocents.."

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Ser Athirius Roke sits in the palace's blossoming garden, sipping on a chalice of wine. He'd cough as the announcement is made to him, thoughts going back at his interactions with the squire.

 

"My god, who would do such a deed!?"

[CheekyNolan 5420]

"Shame." The younger Athirius Roke would murmur.

[cruzazul 2815]

"The innocent die young." Says a bemused Alexander Horen. "He was my best friend. May you rest in peace young Uilleam."

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

"I was just exchanging banter with him in the morning? What the ****, what little c*nt is ballsy enough to kill one of my squad." Snickers frowns, pouring out a little vodka for his buddy :(

[Galendar 631]

           Markus would be unassuming as he traversed the halls of the palace, only recently receiving a summons from a guard, something he thought little of. Before long, he had noticed the crowd of people near where the young man's body lay, his head shaking as he'd draw nearer, "What happened?" he would ask. After pressing through the crowd, an unimaginable pain swept through him. The young Uilleam lay at the center in a pool of blood, a hole straight through his throat. This was too much to bear, it sent Markus into hysterics as he fell to his knees, going to take the young boy he'd raised for the past eight years into his arms, letting out a horrific roar of pain and anger. As he let go of the still warm body, Markus drifted off towards the gardens, hiding himself under the shade of one of the willows.

"I cannot fail Callum."

[Elad™ 560]

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