Devoid of Existence

[Viochemist 664]

Devoid of Existence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C092uisdqh8

 

What indignation has transpired?
 

Charles Meren, five years of age. The night dawns upon a small pool of crystal water. Moonlight, cascaded virtue and even with the dirtied edges about a pond, the name is written; engraved into each ripple. Tears, rooted of mourning rippled in remembrance. Like no other, war leads to drastic and rather disheartening measures, but how could war justify a child, subduing into hatred of a Kingdom.

 

I say to you again, Charles Meren. A name, not noble born, but shan't be forgotten. Suffered by the tortures of a Haensetti Knight. The Kingdom whom spats it’s foul claim of righteousness, fairness, and justice. Yet, no justice was served to this innocent child's assaulter.

 

To lead not only a fear striking theft, but torturous acts upon a child. Repeating a hostile act without reason, despite the crying pleads the neutral lad called upon. Not a single citizen to speak, excluding a girl asking, begging, for the release of youthful Charles.

 

 

What indignation has transpired?

 

Sounds emitting a bone shivering crack, sounds of a broken uncle’s heart to now find knowledge that his late sister’s baby boy was taken of life. Charles Meren. Knowing nothing of the battling hatred between Kingdoms, not knowing anything left of this world. Stripped of breath, with armored boots battering down onto his small figure. The shrilling scream of agony left the small dried lips, erupting a crimson upon small fair cheeks, breaking eyes to waterfalls of despair.

 

How could any Knight’s Code justify such behavior? This sinful, revolting act which hadn’t been provoked. Only a state of monstrous function instilled deep inside of a wretched heartless soul, toiled.

 

Suffocation- ending the torture. No containment against a possessed beating young Meren had taken. A fiend of man, strength greater than that of a five year old, emerged a forceful grip to the back of Charles’ petite head. Drowning the last remains of a frightened, child morality.

 

Naturally, water inhaled into the small lungs. Filling them up with liquid barbarity. An inhumane man, Knighted to the Kingdom of Haense, extracting the life of a child with his wickedness. A child neutral, ignorant to the loathing detestation of the world. Concluding to his ending moment, Charles’ body, ill to movement, laid flat. Struggles, pain; ceased. For the darling lad rested in the amiable embrace of our Lord GOD.

 

This Kingdom bore no shame, no repentance. Yet, has gifted one thing. Revelation of its horrors from lavished land decor in favor of Earth to swamps brewing up a wretched stench. Revelation, of it’s true face in exposure to all of Axios.

 

Indignation of savage malice had transpired.

 

[FloralHedgehog 493]

A frown emerges on Darron's face as he hears of the death of this poor soul "Those Haensetic bastards will pay for this! GOD wills it!"

[iris1612 1780]

((There were no character witnesses to this at all and it is not ic knowledge. I understand that people are upset due to the loss of their characters but that is not an excuse to make posts that are flagrant metagaming. Please take this down.

[Viochemist 664]

9 minutes ago, MaxGemini said:

((There were no character witnesses to this at all and it is not ic knowledge. I understand that people are upset due to the loss of their characters but that is not an excuse to make posts that are flagrant metagaming. Please take this down.

 

((There were many witnesses (one actually mentioned in the post) and RP knowledge considering it was publicly done near the square/entrance.

http://prnt.sc/eivqxa

 

[Slothtastic 761]

"I knew Haense vas veak." Brynjolf grumbles, hearing the news. He turned to his fellow Northspawn, "Ve fight vith Courland in the upcoming battle!" He roared.

[drfate786 1690]

Crimson cultists gather near Karlsburg, for a deep blow to Haense has been established this day. By murdering a child, Haense has begun to fall to the cult's insidious corruption. Dark figures would now stalk the alleys, something wasn't right. 

[Andustar 4143]

4 hours ago, Slothtastic said:

"I knew Haense vas veak." Brynjolf grumbles, hearing the news. He turned to his fellow Northspawn, "Ve fight vith Courland in the upcoming battle!" He roared.

"Alright, make sure you sharpen those sticks of yours for the battle." Viktor remarks

[whiteferrarii 123]

Viktor frowns. "My sister would not let that stand - the murder of a child. A boy. What has transpired within my northern home?" 

[gandalfo 1452]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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