A Dragon's Last Breath

[Aengoth 2890]

Aengoth hangs his head solemnly as he watches the explosion from afar with what of his belongings he could collect before clearing the city. Within a tome he writes.

Philip Frederick Horen - A boy put in the shoes of his dead brother meant to carry the burden and purpose his family had built over the past three generations. At times he faltered and at others lady luck showed him her ire, yet it can be said he didn't flee from his responsibility.

[winterblood 11181]

          Nemir pressed her lips together as she sat alone at the front counter in The Library of  Dragur, recalling the moment she had heard the distant thundering of the destruction of Johannesburg, feeling the faint rumbles within the earth at her feet as she stood behind Lindandria with her student.  Her head had turned northward, a chill running down her spine.  The soothing sound from the restless leaves high above her faded into an ominous whisper from the looming trees, filling her slowly with dread.  The open field her and her student stood in made her feel vulnerable rather than relaxed.

          How quiet it was, she had thought, still feeling oddly uneasy.  Nemir then shook her head, blinking away the thoughts, but they still lingered.  Why does this bother me so?  I stopped giving a damn for Oren years ago.  Her mind then shot back, back to decades of her life where she had faithfully served Oren.  How many of its leaders had she outlived?  Perhaps it shall return years from now, just as it was when I was young.

 

((Feel like this ends abruptly, but I'm too tired and lazy to type more.  Plus, I doubt it'd matter much whether I wrote this or not.))

[Stump 709]

When the news reached her, the woman who had been cast from the former Imperial Court years ago wasn't sure what to feel. Then, tears gathered at the corner of Tatiana's eyes and spilled down her cheeks, and soon enough, they simply wouldn't cease. Indeed, the last shred of her childhood had not only been killed, but obliterated. Erased from the maps of Axios. That day, she sequestered herself away, refusing even her offspring's entry.

Perhaps decisions shouldn’t be made over a glass of wine.

 

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Karl Sigmar gives Phillip a solemn nod of greeting in the Seven Skies.

[Samoblivion 532]

Lukra'Braduk regarded the frozen ruin from the foothills of the mountains to the north of the city. Orcish forces were already beginning to pull out of the Coalition warcamps and head home. A home now safe, at least for a time. The Orcs had fought Oren for twenty long and punishing years, ten of which they had fought as a broken and scattered people. Now their perseverence had been rewarded, but they had been denied a prize for their victory. She was reminded of words she had exchanged with Ser Leopold at the peace conference before the start of the war on Tahn. She asked him if he would accept the terms of defeat and deliver himself into bondage, as Oren would have had of the Orcs. "No. Like you, I would fight to the bitter end." Philip Frederick had silently shared his man's sentiment, and evidently kept those words close as Oren's eleventh hour came and went.

 

Lukra turned her rhino eastward. "Nuthin more tu peep here, Lohkar. For now, id'z ovur."

[VonEbs 1224]

Well of all the courses of events, this is not one I had foreseen.

[Vege 4804]

"Coward. Rather than stand to be accountable for his actions, he takes the cowards way out, taking hundreds of innocents with him." Declares Tuvya II, filled with wroth.

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

5 minutes ago, Vege said:

"Coward. Rather than to stand accountable for his actions, he takes the cowards way out, taking hundreds of innocents with him." Declares Tuvya II, filled with wroth.

Though he is not a loyalist, Boussy the Butcher recalls that all citizens were evacuated from Johannesburg. 

[Andustar 4143]

"So Philip is dead and his knights alongside him.... I wish you well in the seven skies your Imperial Majesty." Viktor would state

[Malgonious 2758]

Ser Baldur would sit on the outskirts of the blast, sharpening his claymore for a final time...

 

"It's been an honour.. your grace." Baldur dipped his head as to hide any sign of emotion.  He had one final duty.  He was to die, in the name of the Emperor.

 

Baldur collected the rest of his equipment, sheathed his blade, and headed off to the Rebel Camp...

[ACU20 567]

"And so the Horen imperial dynasty is finished" Duke Roswell muttered to himself "Dine in hell, petty scum" He crumpled up the piece of paper with a hearty laugh, tossing it away "Now we wait for their return."

[Z3r05t4r 855]

 

"Another one falls to the test of time." murmurs an old man in gold and green. "A new time perhaps? A time without an Empire? Or... just another Era of Kings, for one to rise above others and begin the circle anew..." An expression of sadness on the kind face, as he turns, mounts his proud horse and rides off into the distance.

[argonian 14254]

8 hours ago, Pureimp10 said:

"Why is it that the young always go first?" asks Lukas, sighing as he receives word of the Emperor's final act.

"Because they wouldn't be young if they lived to old age." telepathically responds Reinhald, confused at the question.

[Glasiconas 111]

Lambard spits on the cobbles before his tattered boots. "I see no bravery in this act, just vanity. The tyrant salts the earth, denying his few loyal subjects any hope of returning to their homes. We are left with an eternal monument to the tyrant's tantrum. It would be best to strike his name from the annals of history, so nobody finds vile inspiration in this folly, and that such futile destruction is never repeated." 

[LadyRebecca 1050]

"It won't end. It's just one big repetitive cycle. Beginning with the unquenchable thirst for power and ending with the demise and destruction of life. How many people died for this? How many families were destroyed and hearts torn open for nothing more than a desolate kingdom now in ruins? Unless things change within the hearts and minds of others, another power hungry nation will be the next to fulfill the Orenian's role."  The Lady Steward of the Dominion massaged her temples as she sat within her bed chamber, the notice relaying the events sitting beside her upon the quilt.