Death of a Sailor

[Ser Paul Ryan 1139]

13th of the Sun's Smile, 1559 

 

Arik Vanir shook lightly as he strode up towards the gates of Riga. Age had not blessed the old fisherman well, and it seemed the ache within his chest grew harsher with each waking. His glassy-eyed gaze saw little these days, though it had once seen kings ascend their thrones and surveyed records for vast tracts of lands. His ears often failed him, though in his youth they stood resilient against the shaking of spears and the roars of thousands. His joints groaned in protest with each step, though he once bounded through fields on horseback and tore voraciously through the sea surf. His mind hurt him most of all - so dark. So fuzzy. Nothing was ever in place anymore. He was always confused. He scarcely recalled where he was, most times - though he once sketched borders and devised plans for kingdoms. 

 

His reunion with his brother had been the last ray of light in his now dim world, however brief it was. As he tumbled down the splintered stairs, shackled arms rising before him to cushion his fall, it was his brother's voice he heard last before he broke upon the floor below. As he closed his eyes one last time to rest, he did so smiling. 

 

 

[Vanir 693]

Vasili would stand at the edge of the Kraken's Watch pier, looking out over the vast seas. In the distance, a small dingy can be seen, aflame. The old man watches his brother's funeral pyre silently.

[Jonificus 2741]

Artyom greets his boy on the other side with a warm smile

[Mj. 697]

Wem clearly remembers carrying his body to Kraken's Watch and laying it in the dingy, before shoving Arik off for good.

[Heff 2460]

Svatobor frowns. 

[Pureimp10 5691]

Britannus rested his head in his hands, moments after seeing his uncle off.

 

He'd had many fond memories of the man, the man who told him of the Mad King, the man who told him of their exploits and warring with King Vydra, the man who told him to always hold his head up high, to never let his enemies see him cry.

 

But in this moment, the Baron could do nothing but weep bitterly.

[Ark 2835]

Karl Barbanov would welcome Arik to the Seven skies, no matter how begrudgingly. 

[Elad™ 560]

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