From Ashes, We rise

[bromadan 368]

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“My time is nearing.. I can feel it.”

 

Ser Benjamin turned around from the window towards where the words came from, a man laying in the bed with several crimson stained cloth littering the blankets. The room was dark except for the few candles that were lit along the tables and shelves of this large, well-decorated room. Little light came from the massive windows in the front of the room, the rain clouds blocking out the sun. The soft pattle of the rain tapping against the glass and the occasional thunder is all that made noise. A few soldiers stood in the corner of the room, the sigil of Blue and White on their tabards. The hardened men looked at the dying man in the bed with a bit of sorrow, their eyes only trailing from the man to their commander, Ser Benjamin.

 

Benjamin moved towards the side of the bed, adjusting the sword on his waist towards the side to allow him to sit in a chair, his eyes watching the dying lord.

Owyn laid in his bed with crimson staining his chin, a cloth in hand to help wipe away his blood.

 

“I’ve been a sick awhile now.. And I feel this is the end of it. I thought I would live to see my grandchildren grow up, to live in my nineties. Now I know I will pass soon after my thirtieth birthday.”

A cough soon interrupted him, seizing his entire form as he hacked up blood from his mouth into the cloth. He gently wiped his lips before laying his head back down into the pillows.

Benjamin looked to one of the maids that stood by the door, shifting his hand a bit to motion her towards the doors.

 

“Fetch a priest, quickly.”

 

The Maid nodded quickly before running off, shutting the door behind her. Owyn turned his attention to the Knight, shaking his head.

 

“I fear it will be too late. Listen to me Benjamin, please. Hear my words for I must speak them.”

The Knight grew a bit solemn, only offering a nod to his Lord.   

 

Owyn closed his eyes, letting out a shallow breath.

 

“I learned something in my lifetime. No matter what you do there will be those that hate you because of your name. I tried my hardest to build a legacy, a good one that could be looked at with pride. I think I accomplished such. Going from a poor Baron to a wealthy Count and treasurer of an Empire.. That is a legacy /I/ built.. And proud of. I hope my Children will learn from this. That no matter what, from the Ashes of our demise, we shall rise again. And we have, stronger and better. A legacy that my children may build and add on too. A Dynasty that will be remembered. I forged the path with my work, now my family must use it to accomplish great deeds.”

 

Owyn began to shake once more.

 

“Benjamin.. Teach my children restraint, or they shall waste the work we had made. Teach them to be not of a warlike mind except when it is needed. I learned something in my time at War. Men.. on both sides, have good. We can achieve peace. When I was captured by Courlanders during the war. It was the mercenaries that took my hand. The Courlanders were kind, truly. A knight..”

 

He muttered something but shook his head somewhat as he continued on.

 

“I forget his name.. But he sat and spoke with me. We talked like friends. We spoke of why we were at war, our reasons. The Princess of Courland even treated me and gave me food there. There /is/ good in our enemies.. Make peace.. Teach my sons that.”

 

Owyn hacked up some blood once more, giving a little wipe with his hand this time.

 

“There are many things I regret in life. I have held things inside for too long, loathing on it. I would share these with you. I turned my family from me.. And this is my biggest regret. I hated my Mother, towards the end. I do not even recall what my last words to her were… She left me when I was a Child-Lord in Haense.. Never writing to me. /I/ had to find her when I was older. I ended up growing resentful. My Sisters.. Alyssa.. I barely see her anymore. I hit her Benjamin.. I struck her cheek. She insulted me and called me a woman-beater so I then proved that point with my hand. I regret it but I was so angry. She stepped on me as everyone in my life has.”

 

His grey sunken eyes turned to the Knight in the chair, a cough leaving him.

 

“All my life, Nobles and others have stepped on me and my name. All I had that respected me truly was my family.. And then they stepped on me in the end. I couldn’t take it and lashed out.. I wish I could fix my mistakes but alas it is too late.”

 

A series of coughs take him once more, blood dripping from his mouth. This time however Owyn doesn’t wipe it but leaves it be.

 

“I am nearing it..”

 

He muttered, his eyes beginning to open slowly as his breaths began to grow slower. The Soldiers took off their helms as they watched their Lord, their heads bowing.

 

“I hoped I made the world a better place.. I hope those that cared for me, truly, would help my family. I hope.. I hope..”

 

Owyn began to stutter then, repeating his words. Benjamin leaned over, speaking softly.

 

“Hope for what, Owyn?”
 

Owyn’s eyes stared at Benjamin, finishing his sentence.

 

“I hope those that remember me.. Will remember me fondly.. And my mistakes will be.. Mended.. Remember.. From ashes.. We Amadors rise..”

 

Owyn set his head back once more to look at the ceiling, his eyes closing. In the silence he heard something, a few soft piano notes. His eyes twitched before shutting them, he remembered the notes. It was a song.. The first song he played with his wife, Adrijana. It was a beautiful song, a duet if he remembered correctly. It was the song they played together that he realized he loved her. His fingers slowly pressed down onto the mattress, as if playing the keys alongside the noise in his head. He gave a soft smile as his last memories were that of his wife, her smile and their music. He soon lost himself into it.. Drifting off.

 

The door opened up, a priest entering with the maid and some courtiers. They stopped themselves as Benjamin stood up from the chair, shaking his head with a frown. Owyn laid in his bed, still as a statue as the blood dripped from his mouth.

 

The life of Owyn Amador had finally ended.

 

Portrait of Lord Owyn Amador, Treasurer of the Holy Orenian Empire, Count of Blackfen and Mondstadt, Baron of Stormholme

 

 

((OOC Note: It took me some time to write this post, but he has been dead about a irl week. After playing this character for 7 months it does get a bit draining, but I enjoyed every second of it and never regret accepting to play him. I didn't really know how to write this, but i tried my best. I wanted to give him a ending. As always I do ask that you don't make any trolly/meming comments, keep responses in Roleplay or none-hostile OOC comments if you do decide to make a response. Thanks everyone <3 Brom 

 

[sandey0000 216]

Leofrik bows his head out of respect, letting out a tear "I will remember you lord Owyn, for the just and kind person you were.. Others may learn from you, and I will always view you as the best that ever was to rule Amador. May Hendrik''s reign be long and prosperous.. From Ashes, We Rise.. Ave Amador" Leofrik nods to Tamiche, packing his belongings "It is time for us to join you again.."

[Vetren54 368]

Tiberius mourns at the loss of a lifelong comrade.  

[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

Galahad grumbles, hearing of the late death. However, a sudden joy fills his face as he waits for the money of Owyn to arrive in his bank.

[iris1612 1780]

Boris Ruthern embraces his friend in the Seven Skies

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

"A disappointment..." Anna Sophia would mutter from the Seven Skies. "Julia and Victoria will prove better, I think." She'd turn her face away from her view of the realm below, shaking her head.

[gandalfo 1452]

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

 

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