Silence of a Stutter

[Moochael 730]

'Twas Midday of the 15th Amber Cold, 1545

 

 

The trees seem to sway in the tranquil breeze, and they also begin losing leaves. Just like this mighty Birch.

 

A man was strolling around the forests near Istria, inhaling the pleasing air. During the middle of his walk, he had heard a rustle from the wildlife nearby. Taking pure instincts, the man scampered up a tree, peering over them. The men howled with laughter, bearing many silks, foodstuffs, and common household items. He trembled in anger, enraged at the horrible willed people. Instead of directly chasing them, he snuck to the area of which they arrived. What he saw was a horse, slaughtered, crimson staining the dewy grass. As he swiveled his head around, the man saw a cart, looted, and an elderly woman. The curious man sprinted to the lady, kneeling beside her. After further inspecting the body, a sudden gasp escaped her mouth. Her dreary eyes slowly glimpsed at him, a smile tugging at her lips.

 

 

 

"Leave me, boy... I'm gone for..." The lady would remove her hand from her abdomen, revealing a disturbing stab wound.

 

The man squints, turning his head from the gash, looking into the lady's eyes, "Why d-d-did they rob y-y-y-you? Do you have a h-husband?"

 

 

The elder shakes her head no, grimacing as the blood continues to spew from the wound, "I was... Was widowed a while ago... Name is Lilian... Now let me die... In peace..."

The man's lip trembled, and unexpectedly, his eyes were no longer filled with remorse. But simply pure rage.

 

He thought, "How could they do such a thing?!"

He sprinted off to the directions where the robbers went, after an hour or so long search, he located them. All innocence had escaped him, the only thing this man wanted was the death of those who had caused harm to his mother. He climbed up a tree to where they set up camp, the robbers still laughed about the pitiful woman. Quickly with no regrets the man knocked an arrow, immediately shooting one of them. He cringed after watching the man shortly fall down, dead. The savage man was disturbed by his action, lowering his longbow for a moment. After feeling regret, he attempted to escape, leaping from tree to tree. Arrows whizzed by his body, missing by only millimeters. The chase endured for 10 minutes until one arrow struck his right leg, causing him to make an abrupt fall into the grass below. Bandits surrounded him, chuckling as they circled his immobile body. What looked to be the leader of the group ran his sword lightly against the man's neck, attempting to pierce his mind with fear. This lasted until the leader quickly raised his blade, thrusting it into the man's heart.

 

The body groaned, tensing as the Ferrum stabbed his heart. Albeit the man's best attempt to escape these bandits, he had not succeeded. Chuckles filled the now soundless forest with a gloomy aura.

 

 

The body was left there... Some people might be able to identify it.

 

 

This was the death of a Birch.

 

 

 

Mark Birch

3rd of the First Seed, 1508 - 14th of the Amber Cold, 1545

 

 

 

 

OOC: Hey guys, sorry for the long post, but I felt it was necessary to entertain you while reading about my character's death. I've had Mark Birch since he was 11 years old. Now that the character reached his 40s, I've decided to let him go. Thanks to everyone who RPd with him, and helped me get better at writing/roleplaying. But seriously, thank you. Mark Birch is definitely one of my favorite characters. He grew up from being a puny, scared child, to... Well, there is no other way to describe him then: Mark Birch. Seriously, this character was amazing and I hope to get similar roleplay from newer ones!

[Heff 2460]

Robert 'Bobby' Mortachelli welcomes Mark to the Seven Skies, "Mahky Mahk!"

[Adelemphii 1766]

OOC: YES HE'S DEAD!

 

 

 

 

 

i miss zou and le old times minus le deltion, le brisingr's were a good family minus deltion.

[Matheus 559]

A single, narrow and pale digit would make it's way into the caverns of Syth's ear; its tip would swirl among its depths upon making contact. As if his hearing had cleared of irritation.

[AGP 3169]

"Who?" asks Bertrand.

[DuckMD 7]

James stands over Mark's grave. "We'll get 'em."

[HedgeHug 2049]

*With A warm smile and a firm handshake, some tears of joy yet sadness: Sam Norwick welcomes Mark, into the Seven Skies.*

[jjujack 20]

*Deltion Brisingr greats Mark birch happily before saying* "Why didn't you marry Elaine?"

 

[Jentos 9425]

Jentos is found singing in the Istrian inn with Thobithos Farrenson in honour of his lost friend, Mark Birch

 

"Ye' we're a veinal lass! O' Mark was a veinal lass! He slew tha' mucker's, he slew tha' fecker's! He killed tha' giant snake! OOOOOOOOOOOOOO'!!! Mark be' a veinal lass! Ho!

[CheekyNolan 5420]

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