Old Man Boiendl 1454 Share Posted January 5, 2017 The City of Johannesburg, the jewel of the Holy Oren Empire was defrosting after a long Krugmas. Malin’s Welcome had finally come. It was on one late afternoon during Malin’s Welcome that Edmond Manston, commoner of Felsen who rose to Imperial Minister was strolling the long, wide boulevards of the Noble District. He could not help but admire the budding roses and lilacs as he passed the luxurious gardens of the rich. The sound of his feet, which clicked against the cobbled road were pleasing to him. He mulled over the previous evening, where he was finally, after long months of being anxious and paranoid was put at ease by his Imperial Majesty. The afternoon seemed to be going how he planned. It was then that the clicks of his feet were met by a similar sound, someone was nearing. Both sets of feet stopped near each other. “Are you the Head Steward?” “Minister.” Mister Manston replied, his eyes scanning over the man and soon deciding nothing would come of the interaction “I would like to purchase an area for a fighting pit, there are not any laws against that are there?” Mister Manston adjusted his spectacles, he paused for a moment. “There are no properties in the city that I could offer you, but there may be a space just outside the walls. Come, come.” And so the two went off, out to the City Square, which seemed to be brimming with life. The Viridian and The Ye Olde Royal Gull were shouting advertisements, disparaging the other drinks for being watered down. Other townsfolk meandered the streets, enjoying the warmth of Malin’s Welcome. They strolled through the grand gates of Johannesburg and went out to the busy road The Sun was finally setting, gently nestling itself in the horizon. Seemingly content as it casted the final rays of the day on the Capital and surrounding fields. The pair inspected the property, Mister Manston gave him a brief tour, noting that it was a decent size. “May we expand the building back any?” Mister Manston bobbed his head and waved his hand, walking out the building, he took notice of the sun finally setting. The Moon was in the sky, it’s own light fighting to penetrate the darkening clouds. Mister Manston continued to the back of the building, he tapped a large oak behind the building. “The property goes until about here. So do as you please.” he stepped back, admiring the tree. There was a brief pause between the two, each man seemingly in thought A small loaded crossbow was suddenly drawn by the canvasser of the property and pointed straight at Edmonds stomach. “Only doing my orders.” Edmonds hands began to twitch rapidly, a habit formed from paranoia and anxiety which was thought to be put to rest a night ago. In an attempt to salvage what he could, Mister Manston slipped off his jacket and hastily threw it at the man. As the Jacket went through the air at the man, the crossbow clicked, and the bolt was launched. The bolt caught the jacket, and soon returned it to him, the bolt burying in his stomach, jacket snagged on the shaft. Mister Manston winced, adrenaline dulled most of the pain. Not knowing what had occurred he turned and stumbled off, falling down a hill and into a nearby stream. The attacker slowly followed him he unsheathed a dagger and when he was fumbling in the stream, the attacker lunged at him. Ending Mister Manston. The darkened clouds began to trickle water down on the already wet pair. The assassin quickly checked over the body and pushed the dead man out to sea. The rain began to fall harder. The assassin was standing knee deep in the stream, unlike those he killed in the past where he was satisfied in filling out his duties, he now watched solemnly as the Minister floated away. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Taketheshot 3834 Share Posted January 5, 2017 Walter shook his head thinking back to when HE WARNED MANSION ABOUT THIS EXACT THING! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
King of The Foxs 6 Share Posted January 5, 2017 Sarah yawns and tries to look interested while she says "Anna always had the worst luck with men" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TinyBiceps 569 Share Posted January 5, 2017 Jester curses upon hearing the death of his boss. Though he didn't know Edmond well he will never forget what a Strong Manston he was. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jonificus 2763 Share Posted January 5, 2017 Karl nods with a jolly smile on his face as he sees his former colleague ascending to the skies. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
lawnmowerman 3040 Share Posted January 5, 2017 Vitallius emerges from the shadows of St. Adrian's palace, smiling. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SodaiKamikaze 652 Share Posted January 5, 2017 Warwick Rothesay laments the disappearance of the damned old arsonist. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
OzYmandi 647 Share Posted January 5, 2017 A casual jester snickers Hundred mina it was the felsen watch. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xarkly 17299 Share Posted January 5, 2017 "Mister ... Mister de Ruyter? Did you hear me, sir?" Floris, slouched in the high-backed wooden chair of his office, had been staring pensively out of his office's wide window, through which the pale light of the evening filtered through. He had simply been watching the fat droplets of rain roll lazily down the glass, distorting the view, while the roll of thunder roared distantly in the sky. "Hrm? What was that?" Floris' deep, muddy-brown eyes flickered to the doorway, where the youthful courier stood clutching a furled roll of parchment and bearing an awfully uncertain expression. "M-Minister Manston, he ... h-he's dead, sir." Floris blinked his heavy-lidded eyes at the courier, before he simply reverted his gaze to the window, and the rain that rolled down it. If he was surprised by the news, his slender face betrayed no sign of it - he maintained the neutral expression of indifference that he so often donned in public. For a moment, an eerie silence claimed the office, broken only by the dull drumming of the rain as it slapped the window. "Mister de Ruyter?" the courier stammered hesitantly. "Yes, thank you," Floris said mildly. "You can leave now." The courier seemed more than happy to oblige, though Floris was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he hardly heard the door close, nor the hurried footsteps of the courier as he scuttled down the hallway. In fact, Floris was hardly aware of the courier's departure until he saw his figure pass beneath the window, twisted by the droplets of rain. Finally, Floris stood, prompting his chair to creak as it was relieved of his weight. With his bony hands clasped behind his back, Floris found himself wandering towards the window. Despite the splattering rain, Floris could just about make out the city that lay just beyond it. Floris was not quite sure how long he stood there, or when the pale evening light turned to the silvery gaze of the moon and a starless sky claimed the city. Lost in his myriad of thoughts, Floris finally sighed and instead decided to watch as the distant glow of fire and torches bloomed all across the city, replacing the stars the sky sorely lacked. As he did so, he wondered whether if the townsfolk knew who Edmond Manston was, or the work he had done for them - the thankless work and the selfless hours that it would have taken to elevate a man of common birth to such a position, a position through which he had moulded the city into something greater. He wondered if the assassin knew he had killed more than just a simple man, but man who was an artist in his own right. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knox213 10 Share Posted January 5, 2017 Thomas Talbot buries his head into his hands whaling in tears. "Pappa no!" he'd exclaim. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456 Share Posted January 5, 2017 "Damn sonuvabitch didn't have to go and die..." Ser Rakim cups his face in his hands and lets out a groan. "What a mess the world is in." He stays inside of his room the rest of the day, giving the Company of the Westerlands men the excuse he had the shits and was not to be disturbed. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heff 2460 Share Posted January 5, 2017 the death of manston everybody! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
drfate786 1690 Share Posted January 5, 2017 A figure cloaked in ghastly armour and crimson finery walks beside the coast, he would spot the corpse of Edmund Manston and the figure lets out a ghastly grin. He had not thought it possible for a man of such prestige to fall into his hands, but here he was.. dead, but still of use. Edmund Manston would serve the unborn, in death if not in life. The cloaked man dove into the water and retrieved the corpse, upon dragging it back to the coast, he wraps it in crimson linen. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Old Man Boiendl 1454 Author Share Posted January 5, 2017 1 minute ago, drfate786 said: A figure cloaked in ghastly armour and crimson finery walks beside the coast, he would spot the corpse of Edmund Manston and the figure lets out a ghastly grin. He had not thought it possible for a man of such prestige to fall into his hands, but here he was.. dead, but still of use. Edmund Manston would serve the unborn, in death if not in life. The cloaked man dove into the water and retrieved the corpse, upon dragging it back to the coast, he wraps it in crimson linen. ((edmonds body is lost at sea.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vetren54 368 Share Posted January 5, 2017 "Rest in peace old boy." Mattington would lament. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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