A Golden Crow Falls

[Birdnerdy 1539]

 

 

 

 

 

Over the clamor of the carnage and madness of battle, the low drone of a horn shakes Karl out of his stupor. As his vision comes back into focus, he watches the grey mass of Orenian soldiery slowly recede from the field. A whispered prayer through his blood soaked lips bid them to return safely to their families, to their warm hearths, and their anxious families.

 

The barbed arrow of an uruk skirmisher had felled the Prince as his weak shield arm failed him. His tabard coated in the blood of allies and enemies alike, Karl passed for just another fallen warrior, the coalition soldiers cheering triumphantly mere feet away would never know that an enemy commander lay within their reach. Never the warrior himself, Karl had preferred to let others do his fighting for him. Andrik had always bested him in the training yard, and the Haensic army had never been finer during his regency. Karl had seldom had to lift a finger to see that the realm was protected. A second son could only do so much.

 

If only he could lift a finger now. The Prince tries to rise to his feet, before the heavy reminder of the dead horse pinning his mangled legs to the earth brings him back to rest. He struggles weakly against the equine’s weight for a minute, before his adrenaline is gradually replaced by fatigue. Resigned to his fate, Karl reflects on the life he has lead, his fights to keep Haense aligned with the Empire and uphold the promises of his father, his quarrels with Andrik, looking into the eyes of his son, Josef, for the first time. Last of all, he thinks of his young nephew, the fledgling King Marius in his court.

“The Kingdom is in sound hands.” is the last thought in Karl’s mind as he passes on to grey expanse of the void, his careworn face relaxing at long last as the weary regent finds his final rest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

((kind of a late post sorry

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Philip gives a nod to Karl as they meet in the seven "Welcome, brother"

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

Ser Stephen Corley ponders.

[Ark 2835]

Karl would shake Karl's hand.

[Piov 2643]

Marius stares at a portrait of Karl Sigmar, "Thank you for everything, uncle." 

[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

Ivan would slap Karl across the face as he rises into the seven skies

[TankM1A2 840]

Whilst Henrik would be enjoying dinner with his family, the name Karl would slip into conversation. His easygoing and carefree expression would begin to fade as he slowly set down his glass with trembling hands. Snapping out of reality, his mind would begin to be filled with memories of his old comrade, overwhelming him. He'd shake his head, in an attempt to regain his bearings, finding himself once more in his family setting. With a heavy say, he'd say quietly to himself. "Rest easily, Karl..." He'd flick his gaze up towards the ceiling, wondering if Karl would be watching over him from the Seven Skies.

[Eddywilson2 2117]

Petyr welcomes his son in the Seven Skies with open arms. "You were always meant to be my heir. You've made us proud."

[Andustar 4143]

A loyal Golden Bannerman offers a firm hand to Karl Sigmar Barbanov.

[Knox213 10]

Farewell old friend... says alexander.

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Ser Markus Rothsen looks at the cart of bodies that the Coalition had sent, so the people can weep on their fallen brothers. As the Golden Crow men sees their Regent, their Prince Karl Sigmar Barbanov laying there dead the brothers holds back their tears of the fallen Prince. Markus says to himself

 

"This man deserved better than this, this man deserved to live in peace not war...rest well Karl, rest well..."