When a Chapter Closes, Another Opens...

[bromadan 368]

The Archbishop of Adelburg sat at a pew in one of the many churches that littered the lands. However, like always, the Church was empty with only himself sitting there. The air was quiet, no sound being besides the occasional bird chirping. Jack merely clung his hands around his golden cross that he received when he first joined the Church, tears running down his cheeks. His white and purple robes were stained with dirt and grass, the consequence of digging a grave.

 

"I am sorry old friend.. You believed in my Faith, and myself. I performed your wedding.. and now your funeral. I will do my best to honor your memory, to help your Sister and your wife. Oh your wife.. how I can not fathom the thought of losing a partner in life."

 

He sighed heavily to himself, shutting his eyes to think about what is to come next.

[seannie 7443]

"And so another cycle of revenge closes. I have avenged my fallen brethren, Santegian scum." Thomas of Marna spat upon the butchered corpse of Demetrios after his squadron had finished off the remnants of their enemies in San Adrian.

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"Thank god Romanos didn't have to witness this... this insult to his house. His own son butchered by orenian dogs, cutthroats who cannot hope to defeat us on the field and resort to this dishonourable filth. Cowards." He spat out the final word like venom. His eyes focused on the burial of his nephews corpse. While his sword lay down on the floor beside him.

 

Ser Dionysius de Savin picks up his sword, and makes his way to his sisters grave. His face mask, he knelt before it and gave out a long sigh.

 

"I'm so sorry. I failed you Amelia." Dionysius declared to the grave, his voice cracking with emotion. "You trusted me, and I failed you." Dionysius and wept silently, his head bowed towards the Grave. Dionysius slowly trudged away towards the hearth of the Palace of San Adrian, his head still bowed. 

 

 

[octofishie 60]

Bishop Bernard would wearily walk the road back to San Adrian having just left the burial of Demetrios, his heart heavy and his mind racing. How could he expect the people of Santegia to forgive such vicious attacks when it had cost them the life of a much beloved Duke? How could he enter the city and look them in the eye when military of their own faith had spewed such hate towards them? Demetrios' words went around and around in his head, "Thank you for everything Father", and he felt his face burn with shame. 

 

He turned from the road and walked out into the untamed countryside, eventually falling to his knees, his fine priestly robes weighed down with rain and mud. He removed the cross from around his neck to hold in his hands as he prayed but now his eyes looked at it as if for the first time, its fine ornate craftsmanship, the heavy weight of the gold, the way it glinted in the fading sun. He placed it at the foot of the tree in front of him and simply stared at for the longest time... 

 

Something had changed with in him this day, he simply did not know what it was yet. 

[Glocky18 545]

13 hours ago, seannie said:

"And so another cycle of revenge closes. I have avenged my fallen brethren, Santegian scum." Thomas of Marna spat upon the butchered corpse of Demetrios after his squadron had finished off the remnants of their enemies in San Adrian.

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"And another one opens" responds a man, looking at them from a small distance.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Conláed feels an inexplicable pang of guilt hearing news of his mother's stepson, who he never knew but in a better world might have.

[Deminisher 278]

Upon such news, Leo would suppress his emotions as best he could, maintaining a sturdy facade. "My dear nephew..." He'd mutter as he coldly shunned his evocations away, pressing forth strategically to deal with rebel scum that had played a part in Demetrios' demise. Yet even a King could hold such emotions at bay for so long.

 

On a cold winter's night, a messenger would appear before him, bearing a letter from Demetrios himself. Quickly dismissing the messenger, he would stow away in his room as he began reading the letter. Each word would chip away at his veneer of composure; sadness would surge through his mind with every expelled breath, always reaching higher peaks and never sufficiently soothed by his long chilling intakes of the winter air. As his mind followed through the final paragraph, all pretence of unseen coping was lost as he sank in his seat.

"...I want you to be remembered on your death as how you were when I met you. A mighty man and king, who brought a revolution to Santegia, a bright future to us all. I want you to enjoy the pleasures of your work. Live, dine, laugh and grow old and watch your children rule and their children after that. And if you can’t, I hope your death was a beautiful one, that the price of death was worthy for what you had planned. And above all else, I want you to believe. Believe in the people, believe in the future. That is what I wish for you, to remember what we fought for, what we bled for, what we killed for. To remember….what our legacy truly is…"

His mind lingered on the final words, tears now involuntarily streaming from his eyes, as his thoughts flashed through past memories. Leo would turn towards the window that dimly lit his room, his gaze piercing the night sky as he muttered, "There are no words that can describe how much I shall miss you, may God continue to guide you even beyond death, and may you peer down from beyond the heavens and smile at the legacy of our work." 

[Sander 3312]

Gilondir sat in silence, smoking a pipe after hearing the news. After a while his daughter entered their home and when she asked if he was okay, he answered. "No I am nae... Demetrios died... And the death o' a frien' is loike loosin' a limb..." He remained silent for a while, thinking about what had happened, remembering all the good memories he had with his pal. From the time he was still a kid until his death, now about a day ago. "Man, will I miss ye, buddeh..." He sighed "They may 'av tak'n away havin' ya, but they won' take away havin' had ya... I'll always remember ya, llir.. For as long as I may live..." He goes to empty his pipe and put out the lantern that was the only thing keeping the room lit in the late hours. "My father always told me death is just anothah path.. I wish ya a good journey comrade.." He whispered as he looked out of the window to the night sky,  then heading to bed.

[Chorale__ 2147]

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