Sleeping on the Dirt

[LatzMomo 2088]

 

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Anatoly walked with a stride of purpose into the tavern, his was a happy walk, he entered the bustling tavern, filled with his friends, comrades and family, he grabbed a bottle from the bartender, his cousin Boris who refused to let him pay for a drink. He looked amongst the room, the Rosik, the Fiscere, and his Lakian brothers and sisters filled the room, through the crowd he saw Eveline, his love, though when he spoke to her, it wasn’t for love, but for justice. He performed a small interrogation, but as he begun speaking, someone else was preparing for something much more sinister.

A deranged Harlequin loaded his crossbow, he cranked it, the string slowly being forced back by the mechanism until it clicked into place, the assassin placed the bolt inside of his weapon and approached the tavern. Anatoly was a simple man, and so it was a surprise to all when a bolt weaved through the two people between him and the sniper and smacked into his helmet, piercing it. Anatoly hadn’t even seen it coming, his body fell to the floor with a loud thump of his metal armor into the dirt. The women screamed, and the men drew their maces and blades, turning to the assassin. The jester cackled a cruel giggle and turned to run, but ran directly into the chest of Jorvik Rorik, the assassin’s life followed quickly after the assassinated. And so there Anatoly lay, a bolt in his skull, surrounded by his loved ones. Sleeping on the dirt.

Anatoly with his Lakian direhound; Loyalty 1688

(Was fun guys.=] )

[Ivoreyy 2303]

carina is the making of the sad because her friend anatoly is dead

[Pancakehz 2279]

Jorvik makes of the preparing of the making of the funeral.

[sneakybandit 1650]

Eirik makes of the sad for his departed friend

[ferdaboy 3488]

kens does a cry for good lad anatoly

[Crymson 535]

Antal makes of the grieving for his mentor. He finds himself unable to speak of the incident.

[_pr0fit 3084]

 

Spoiler

 

 

Grigori sits in the temple, the only illumination in the dark night a single candle, burning low in its wick. He leans forwards, squeezing his stomach, as the pain he feels from the loss of his nephew makes him want to double over and shrivel till nothing is left of his self. finally, Grigori lets out a long exhale before standing up and approaching the body of Anatoly on the table. Bouquets, precious gems, gifts both of material value and that of more personal and intimate value lay all around the body. Grigori places his hand on Anatolys chest “You know Anatoly, you may have thought you were a bad man, but everyone around you has been made a better person because of you...” Grigori lets a tear streak down his cheek “You should see Antal with the young Vladimyr. He reminds me of when you were taking care of him...” Grigori lets out a small laugh now “He is no longer that meek boy any longer, he is much like you now, A strong Lakian Man, confident in himself. This is because of you Anatoly.” Grigori wipes his face, the dirt smudging his cheeks as he does so “I do niet know why someone would want to take you from us Anatoly, I only know now that you are with the Father, looking down on those you have touched with your strength of character and kindness of heart, with pride, in the people that we have become.” Grigori sighs once more, the emotional pain of his loss taking hold of him again, “I give this to you, share it in good health with the Father...” Grigori says as he places a bottle of Aged wine on the table, the label dating it back to the earliest days of Fi’nor. Grigori smiles “Take this with you as well nephew, to remember us Rigoonskis by.” Grigori removes a necklace from around his neck, the design a hand making an okay sign, he places it in Anatolys hands before slowly exiting the temple as the wick of the candle finally burns out.