Laid to Rest

[Dumbrarere 85]

The streets of Cyrilsburg were full of shouts and screams, calling out 'Kha' and 'Abomination' as the people of Curon hunted down a Kha who killed a man in the gatehouse. Auralia de Hartcold, furious at the Khas for recent events, was among those who were shouting and screaming, but did not get involved, nor did she use vile words. However, in the heat of the moment, she forgot that her life was at stake.

 

Returning to the sqauare, she was met with the sight of her grieving fifteen-year-old daughter, Theresa, and knelt down and wrapped her arms to comfort her. That's when it happened. A lone Kha, who vowed to kill the Baroness who once thought of his race not as vile creatures, but as equals, struck without warning, and sent an arrow straight into her neck right in front of her own daughter.

 

"MAMA!!!!" Theresa cried out in a mix of terror and grief. All Auralia could do in response was mouth the words "I'm sorry." before collapsing, life quickly fading. Friends would gather around the square to see her dead, and her daughter crying over her as the grief mounted. Theresa had previously witnessed two other deaths of those she cared for that very same month, that being her younger sister, Belle, and her uncle Richard, who died fighting the Kha in the gatehouse. And now, her mother was dead, killed right in front of her.

 

Later that month, four people were gathered for a private, quiet funeral for the fallen baroness and mother, before she would be laid to rest in Cadlew Priory, next to a shrine.

 

Auralia would ascend to the Seven Skies at last...

 

"This is... the Seven Skies... It's so warm... so bright..." Auralia said, looking around with a smile. Upon her entry, she would be met with the sight of old friends from long ago. Anne d'Aryn greeted her with a hug. Makashima Draskovits would embrace her as well. Then came old friends from within the Order of Saint Lucien who have perished in the line of duty, and from elsewhere. Then, finally, her second owner, who gave her and taught her everything after she lost it all the day she was sold, would approach her. Auralia and the owner she was very fond of would look at each other, smiles on their faces, then embrace each other.

 

She was truly happy.

 

((OOC: This is my first attempt at a PK post, and it is for my main persona. Playing Auralia de Hartcold was very fun, but the end came sooner than I expected. Ah, well... It is as I said, take RP situations with a grain of salt. Not everything goes as expected, and sometimes they go hideously wrong. This is life in a nutshell. I have since created a Dark Elf named simply "Blue" who will be taking Auralia's place as my main, and she will lead a simpler life as a nun. I hope to continue making friends both ICly and OOCly as my time on The Lord of the Craft goes on. Thank you all for taking the time to read this post.))

[Arhbi 181]

William Rubens was far away from Curon, in the Dominion when news of Auralias death was brought to him. Although he cared little for the Hartcold family, he was struck by a feeling of dejection. 

“This is truly a shame - Lady Auralia was the only Hartcold I didn’t mind. With her passing who is to assume control over the Barony of Adylith?”

He muttered to himself while looking over the fine works of the Sew and So tailor shop.

[Archbishop 1784]

"Curon is a cesspool of degenerates, edgies, undead and pagans. Its leadership and guards refuse to address this issue and this is the result." said Holy Ser Walter

[TJBMinecraft 821]

Thomas de Hartcold would receive word about his wife's death from a messenger. As the messenger told him of the news he drops down onto his knees clenching at his chest as tears streamed down his face. 

 

"My Auralia... how could... why would anyone... we promised each other that we would raise our children together... we were meant to die together at an old age. What am i supposed to tell Opal and Henry who didn't even get to know you. Seventeen years of marriage together, those seventeen years were the most happiest i have ever been in my life... even if we had some arguments throughout the years but those arguments kept our love stronger than it had ever been before." Thomas would wipe away the tears from his eyes but they would not stop pouring out of his eyes. "I would do anything just to bring you back into this world to help me look after our beautiful children. Forgive me for the times i was not there for you when you needed me most, i will never forgive myself for those times. I want you to know, if you are hearing me now, that you meant everything to me. Please save a spot next to you in the seven skies, for i shall meet you there soon, as i can not live without you. Our children are the only reason i have not ended my life right here and right now." Thomas would remove their wedding ring from his ring finger, tying it around the same chain that he carries a locket of his mother and father on. He would be looking around whilst shaking his head, as if he was having a nightmare on her death trying to save her. He would finally collapse onto the floor, tears streaming out more and more from his eyes as he remembered the fond memories that they had together such as the birth of their eldest daughter, Theresa. He would finally stand up once more, his eyes not full of sadness but of rage "What have i done, oh GOD what have i done leaving my children on their own with no one but their aunt and uncle to care for them. I swear to GOD, that i will hunt every remaining Kha down until i find the one who did this to you" he would say brandishing House de Hartcold's family sword out, waving it in the air as he moved towards his horse, going to ride fast towards the coat to head back to Atlas as quickly as he could.

[AGP 3169]

Constantine passes by Auralia's tomb on his way to the shrine, offering a silent prayer for the deceased Baroness.

 

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The old and rusted suit of armor idly crouched beside the Shrine, it's tabard bearing the Staunton colors of old. Inside the helmet's dark visor was a nothingness, a dark abyss filled with a blackness that's reach seemed to never end. From the suit a raspy voice began to talk, to no one person in particular.

 

"So how'd it happen," the voice questioned.

 

"An arrow from behind, hmph," pouted the voice. "At least you didn't feel it, right, that's good," the voice stated in a cheerful tone.

 

It'd sigh. "I know, I know. . . Dying is no joke."

 

A silence ensued as the plated-figure rose to it's feet. Two dim green lights sparked to life within the helmet's visor, positioned where a set of eyes would be.

 

"But perhaps I could help you," the voice proclaimed. Around the Shrine both flowers and grass began to wither away.

 

"It's the least I could do for someone whom I once shared blood."

 

 

 

[Dight 55]

It had taken a while before Ryther found out. He sat down besides a tree, putting his sword aside. Looking up at the sky, he thought of what might've happened. Only for those thoughts being thrown out as thoughts of the children of the de Hartcold's came in mind. "... what's going to happen now? They will be without a mother... And Thomas... I can only imagine how they must feel. Oh poor things..." Ryther rested his head on the tree. The wind breezed through his hair as he shut his eyes. And so, his heart fell, his breath slowed down and he felt weak. Guilt. "What if I was there... I could have stopped it." He looks to his sword. Its handle attracted his right hand to it. Standing up, he took the sword with his right hand and stared into it, seeing his one-eyed, quite pale, blue eyed face. He put the sword's plade on his wrist as he aimed the point at the tree, lifting his right arm to make it steady. Something happened in his head, thoughts of anger and aggression took over him and his sanity.

Without hesitation, he swung the sword at the tree and it hit it. The force was much better than usual, for his usual strikes were hesitant and second minded. The strike had left a cut on the tree's bark. He then swung again, and again, and again. "I've failed..." The strikes was of no hesitation. They were flawful. His heart filled with anger, so did his soul. Every strike became stronger, but more and more mindless. "I've failed!" Slight amounts of tears would drop from his face. These were not tears of sadness, but guilt, anger and despice. He swung again... again, and again. "I've failed! I've failed! I've failed!" He lost his mind, his sense of sanity. His strikes harmed the tree he swung at. "Never again, never again, never again!!" He let out a laughter along with his tears... but then he realised. He stopped swinging so suddenly, seeing what he had done to the tree. Ryther dropped his sword, letting its blade hit a stone. It let out a lound CLANK noice. He had not yet realised what had happened. He fell onto the ground exhausted. "W-w... no. I need to collect my thoughts..."

 

And so he looked at the sky. He wiped of his tears and let out a sigh. "This is my curse."

 

"My curse... of failure..."

[Ajax 335]

Ser Magnus takes up his father's relics; his old armour that he wore in the crusade and changes the emblem to don the armour "May GOD claim those who fall from my blade, these wenches will see true DETERMINATION In these hours."

[khovend 229]

A word is finally told to Merion, letting herself slump back onto a chair as her mind processes what she just read in a quiet mutter. The frail woman crumbles the letter up in her palms, uttering in disapproval.

 

"Another one gone.."

[Demigryph 81]

Belladonna picked up the letter, reading over it with a horrified look upon her face. Tears began to fall from her eyes as she mumbled to herself.

 

"I'm so sad to see you go Auralia, you were one

of my best friends. May GOD take

excellent care of you, sweet angel."

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Ser Sylvester III would give Auralia a smile, and a simple wave as he sees her appear in the seven skies.

7 hours ago, Arhbi said:

William Rubens was far away from Curon, in the Dominion when news of Auralias death was brought to him. Although he cared little for the Hartcold family, he was struck by a feeling of dejection. 

“This is truly a shame - Lady Auralia was the only Hartcold I didn’t mind. With her passing who is to assume control over the Barony of Adylith?”

He muttered to himself while looking over the fine works of the Sew and So tailor shop.

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Arnaud Halcourt would shrug. "You do know that Thomas, and her firstborn son is of age I hear."

[Glocky18 545]

"So it is true..." Steph mumbles to himself upon hearing the news, "Lady Auralia has died... I know about her past, how she slept with another man while she was married to Baron Thomas de Hartcold, all I can say is; The flesh is weak. She did not deserve such death, she was a caring mother, the wife of my good friend. If I ever have a daughter, she will be named after you, Auralia, she will be named after you." The man would visit the tomb of the Baroness and places a red rose by her tomb, "It is the least I can do for you."

[Whiplash 466]

Alexandra would reminisce, piss-drunk, alone in her office. "A friend was lost today, a good one indeed..." She'd mutter, setting her whiskey-laced vintage Stauntbucks dark roast to the side, as she'd put her hands in her face, stricken with grief.

[EmiliainWonderland 2309]

9 hours ago, Dumbrarere said:

The streets of Cyrilsburg were full of shouts and screams, calling out 'Kha' and 'Abomination' as the people of Curon hunted down a Kha who killed a man in the gatehouse. Auralia de Hartcold, furious at the Khas for recent events, was among those who were shouting and screaming, but did not get involved, nor did she use vile words. However, in the heat of the moment, she forgot that her life was at stake.

 

Returning to the sqauare, she was met with the sight of her grieving fifteen-year-old daughter, Theresa, and knelt down and wrapped her arms to comfort her. That's when it happened. A lone Kha, who vowed to kill the Baroness who once thought of his race not as vile creatures, but as equals, struck without warning, and sent an arrow straight into her neck right in front of her own daughter.

 

"MAMA!!!!" Theresa cried out in a mix of terror and grief. All Auralia could do in response was mouth the words "I'm sorry." before collapsing, life quickly fading. Friends would gather around the square to see her dead, and her daughter crying over her as the grief mounted. Theresa had previously witnessed two other deaths of those she cared for that very same month, that being her younger sister, Belle, and her uncle Richard, who died fighting the Kha in the gatehouse. And now, her mother was dead, killed right in front of her.

 

Later that month, four people were gathered for a private, quiet funeral for the fallen baroness and mother, before she would be laid to rest in Cadlew Priory, next to a shrine.

 

Auralia would ascend to the Seven Skies at last...

 

"This is... the Seven Skies... It's so warm... so bright..." Auralia said, looking around with a smile. Upon her entry, she would be met with the sight of old friends from long ago. Anne d'Aryn greeted her with a hug. Makashima Draskovits would embrace her as well. Then came old friends from within the Order of Saint Lucien who have perished in the line of duty, and from elsewhere. Then, finally, her second owner, who gave her and taught her everything after she lost it all the day she was sold, would approach her. Auralia and the owner she was very fond of would look at each other, smiles on their faces, then embrace each other.

 

She was truly happy.

 

((OOC: This is my first attempt at a PK post, and it is for my main persona. Playing Auralia de Hartcold was very fun, but the end came sooner than I expected. Ah, well... It is as I said, take RP situations with a grain of salt. Not everything goes as expected, and sometimes they go hideously wrong. This is life in a nutshell. I have since created a Dark Elf named simply "Blue" who will be taking Auralia's place as my main, and she will lead a simpler life as a nun. I hope to continue making friends both ICly and OOCly as my time on The Lord of the Craft goes on. Thank you all for taking the time to read this post.))

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Upon hearing about the loss of one of the only real family members she ever had, Bella was devastated. Auralia was the reason Bella had done so many things in her life and the main reason as to why she converted to Canonism. Losing her would create a large emptiness in Bella's heart, making her quite depressed for a long time to come. 

 

"I will never forget you Auralia." She would sob softly. "I will avenge you if that's the last thing that I do." Bella vowed, wiping away her tears as she set out to find the person who took away the one person she cared for most. 

[Dumbrarere 85]

40 minutes ago, EmiliainWonderland said:

Upon hearing about the loss of one of the only real family members she ever had, Bella was devastated. Auralia was the reason Bella had done so many things in her life and the main reason as to why she converted to Canonism. Losing her would create a large emptiness in Bella's heart, making her quite depressed for a long time to come. 

 

"I will never forget you Auralia." She would sob softly. "I will avenge you if that's the last thing that I do." Bella vowed, wiping away her tears as she set out to find the person who took away the one person she cared for most. 

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Bella would instantly begin to feel like this wasn't the right course of action. "Do not fall prey to vengeance, Bella. I understand how hard it must be for you, with the knowledge of my death. But vengeance will lead you to your grave, and you will have accomplished nothing. Let GOD guide you, Bella. The church will handle everything." Auralia spoke from the Seven Skies.