[PK] Death of a Dad

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If you were not present during these events, then you bear no first-hand knowledge.

Please DO NOT metagame this information.

 

GUYS, THE SPOILERS ARE THEME SONGS FOR EACH PART.

 

Death of a Dad

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“History has her eyes on Adria.”

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“She always will.”

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PART ONE

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Spoiler

 

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Antanios Opal Rutledge

1647 - 1694

(47)

A loyal father to all.

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17th of Malin’s Welcome

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    Antanios woke up, startled. It was the nightmares again; he always had nightmares. He looked over at his Southeron wife, Rivaini. She slept peacefully because she was comforted by the presence of her husband. He lovingly pecked her cheek, pulling over the covers to tuck her in against the morning cold. Rutledge crawled out from the bed, getting dressed in his usual. The man dusted himself off and cleared his clothes of wrinkles. Antanios looked up, his coffee-brown eyes looking at the uniform of a military captain in his closet. Rutledge missed it; he missed fighting for Adria. He missed being a captain. Rutledge proceeded out of his bedroom and made his way to his children’s room. Rutledge took a few moments in the archway peering at his children, who were fastly asleep. He hobbled over, as quiet as possible with his cane. The father leaned down to peck his three sons on their small heads; Medhi, Matteo, Matthias. After that, he moved over to the small, purple bed, over to peck his young daughter; Camilla, his little warrior, his little princess. It was time for work again, not knowing that this day would be his last.

 

A fire broke out in the crop fields, Antanios rushed to help Darius stomp out and douse the fires; it must have been another attack from a September Cultist. Rutledge grumbled, heading back to fetch a hoe and plow the fields. His back throbbed with pain, but he couldn’t show it. It took a good hour before Antanios finished plowing and planting the crops, thanks to some help. He wiped the sweat from his brow, leaning on his cane. It was time to check up on the citizens in the tavern. Rutledge hobbled back into the tavern, grinning at the new face behind the bar. He loved to welcome new people to Belvitz; it meant he could share his home-duchy with others. He and the new barmaid talked until Antanios felt a hand on his back. It was Hou-Ten, a hou-zi friend. Hou-Ten stood at 6’5, heavy, and black.

 

“Hou-Ten! It is good to see you, how is Te Shu? I miss him; I enjoy his presence here.” Rutledge quipped. Te Shu Horen was a white Hou-zi, who stood at 2’3 and mentally challenged. Antanios loved to talk with Te Shu, it often ended with a hug.

 

Hou-Ten replied, “Te Shu is good, but he got scolded for kicking down a door,” The tall gorilla would grin widely, “but let us celebrate! You be free!” Hou-Ten would exclaim loudly, referring to the Trial of the Century in which Antanios Rutledge was declared innocent and acquitted.

 

Hou-Ten would hand Antanios a bottle of Carrion Black™, to which Antanios turned down. “Ah, my friend, I can no longer stomach alcohol, it burns me up on the inside.” The Rutledge replied. Antanios would take out a bottle of water, grinning and drinking it down. Hou-Ten nodded, before handing Antanios another bottle of water, and pills; Antanios handed back the pills, skeptical. Hou-Ten understood, and then exclaimed, “Then, let us drink!” The two would raise their glasses and bump them together before they both let out a hearty laugh, and a hearty “Gun Bae!” This cycle was repeated for a few times, Antanios drank a bottle of water that.. tasted delicious, for some reason. Soon afterward, a devious voice drifted into his ears, originating from the tavern entrance.

 

“Antanios. . . Rutledge. . .”

Rutledge would turn to the source of the voice, stumbling back in fear as he looked at the September Cultists with eyes full of despair. It was the same voice that had taunted him after the fields burnt; nobody knew who it was, as the figure bore the mask of a September Cultist. Rutledge continued to move back, just as the masked Cultist threw a hatchet. Antanios didn’t have to dodge, because the poisoned coursed through his body, causing his legs to give away and thus evade the flying tomahawk. Rutledge hit the ground, his legs shaking uncontrollably. His world was spinning, and his body was being dragged to safety by Miss Margaux and Mrs. Millie, eventually transported to the clinic. Alex Dering would defeat the foes. Antanios would have been very proud of him.

 

 

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PART TWO

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Spoiler

 

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“Red does not remind me of blood. . .”

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“. . . it reminds me of beauty, of loyalty, of Adria.”

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    Upon arriving at the clinic, Antanios tried to speak, mostly slurring and finding his jaw locked; frozen. The medics worked quickly; they were panicked. They were determined, but scared. Millie applied tippensroot, trying to stabilize the Prefect long enough for Alfius to rush in. Alfius was panicked, fumbling through his bag and pulling out all of the potions he could. A ring was slid onto Antanios’s finger; its color would vary from grey to black depending on the patient’s condition. It was nearly black. Antanios tried to grip onto Alfius, trying to say something, trying to warn the man on who it was. His fingers twitched, unable to hold or grasp onto anything. They mistakenly blamed the cultists for the poisoning, but that logically would not add up. Antanios gurgled, staring at Hou-Ten, who lingered in the background, seemingly worried. Rutledge frowned deeply, trying to point at Hou-Ten, Rutledge did not want to die with an unknown killer. He wanted his family to know. The medics saw how Rutledge acted, and one wondered if it was because of the gorilla’s drinks, but now wasn’t the time for pondering. Antanios’s world grew darker, his heart beating so fast that it came to a screeching and sudden stop. Alfius shoved another potion down Rutledge’s throat, panicked. The old man's condition only worsened at an exponential rate. Alfius continued, trying so hard to save the town's beloved Prefect. The poison could not be stopped or slowed, and all of Antanios’s organs failed.

 

    Antanios Opal Rutledge took one, final glance at Alfius. It was clear, Antanios was scared to die. He wasn't sure what would happen, it was as if he turned into a child at his final moments. The pillow became wet from the water pouring down his face. The ring turned black, and Antanios’s world turned to void. His body fell limp, and his body grew deprived of warmth. Hou-Ten left, proclaiming “ANTANIOS IS DEAD!” with what seemed to be fear. Some could say that on the inside, something was different. Even stone Darius seemed to be affected by this, which was surprising, given the rival history between the two men. Alfius turned and punched a wall, upset. “What- what went wrong? How could I not save him?”

 

By now, people flooded into the clinic. They were shocked, upset, angry; the new barmaid rushed in with a crossbow, as if ready to kill someone. Alfius, despaired, reached down and scooped up the body. Antanios was light; he was underweight due to complicated health problems. The body was taken to the Adrian Ducal Retinue, where it rested next to the dead body of Alfred Rubens. Hopefully, Antanios Rutledge would be given a proper burial soon. Miss Margaux may have been shocked that Antanios had died, but imagine how Rivaini felt. Everyone left, and eventually, chants echoed from the town square. It seems that the citizens caught one of the two Cultists, and lynched him.

 

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“I’m scared . . .”

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“. . . to die.”

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So there lain Antanios Opal Rutledge

The Late Prefect of Belvitz.

A former captain of the Belvitz Watch.

A man who lived for Adria.

A father of four.

A father for all.

 

 

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“Death never comes at the right time. . .”

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“Death always comes as a thief.”

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But that was not all. . .

What was the family to do? Rivaini just lost her husband, her entire life, ripped from her in that second. The children just lost their father, and at such a young age. If someone thought they were upset, then imagine how upset the family was. Who was going to comfort her at night? To keep her warm and to hold her close? To let her know that she was truly loved and not alone. Antanios could no longer be there. And who was going to help the children grow? Who was going to comfort them in dark times, to make them feel safe? To help them sleep at night? To educate them in the ways of GOD? Who was going to help them grow to love Adria as much as their father did? Antanios could no longer be there.

 

The family slept, curled in their bed. They had no idea what happened until it was all too late.

 

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“Of all the ways to lose a person . . .”

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“. . . death is the kindest.”

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A paper was unfolded; a will.

 

“My belongings are to go under the care of my wife and family; however, a few things must be sorted.”

 

“For the project of a school, if it is legitimate, I donate up to five thousand minas for which is to be put towards the school. I also donate a copy of the educational books I have written, so that there is material to educate others.”

 

“To the O'Rourke family, I wish to start their newfound family off with a blessing. I give them fifteen diamonds. This is so it may benefit their family at their discretion, whether they sell the diamonds, or invest it in something, is up to them.”

 

“To Alex Dering, a lad I see with so much potential, and so much heart. I give you my Bow of Plenty.”

 

“To Arthas Kalatyre, a cold-hearted giant who I’ve managed to thaw.. I'll let him live knowing that I beat him in Olog Blackjack, twice. If I was murdered, just have fun killing whoever killed me. As a side note, you know which flower to put on my grave; and if you are not around to kill my killer, then.. let fate decide.”

 

“To Ser Pandir, I give him my diamond hoe. So that he may raid nearby fields for taters to his heart's content. As well as, to Lil’ Ebenezer, I have a lute that would be nicely paired with the lad.”

 

“To Darius Ault, since he is in no need of money or of weapons, I wish him a happy and fulfilling life…”

 

“There may have been others who are not mentioned in this will. I leave it up to my family to decide, since these others are special. Such as the flower I have saved from Sabo Gradic’s grave, wherever he is buried, I planned to put the flower there.”

 

“One final thing, so that I may rest easy.. Whoever shatters the nose of Tony Costello first, gets four hundred minas. He insulted my daughter's honour, so I think it's fair to insult his dignity in return.”(Need screenshots as proof, I’d take defenestration too.)

 

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“Boys are raised to be men. . .”

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“. . . courageous they start, fearful they end.”

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OOC:

    Antanios Rutledge was a concept character that replaced Cohan’s slot; it was going to be my attempt to finally get into LOTC politics and get into the matters of war. I wanted to make Antanios the character that had the most impact, a positive impact.

 

    I am damn blessed to know and be a part of a community like Adria. When Brelus was ravaged in Vailor, I thought Adria was gone forever. I had no idea that Belvitz was Adria Reborn when I joined. Rutledge is a family line that I’m going to keep in Adria; if there’s an Adria, there’s bound to be Rutledge.

 

(I will update/edit this post if I find that some things needed to be better formatted.)

 

 

[Sorcerio 4712]

This legit made me wanna cry. 

 

[Banned 347]

13 minutes ago, Quintessential said:

Alex Dering would defeat the foes. Antanios would have been very proud of him.

just defeated one

 

also rip ?

[1_Language_1 1671]

Just now, christhemythical said:

just defeated one

 

also rip ?

Shhhh, let him have the moment

[Banned 347]

3 minutes ago, Quintessential said:

Shhhh, let him have the moment

where’s Ascanius' letter > ?

[Guest]

I think this is one of the best posts I’ve seen written in recent years. Excellent work, and a toast to a well-developed character who ended with interesting role-play and a lot of impact on their relevant community!

[blago 1602]

1 minute ago, Heathen said:

I think this is one of the best posts I’ve seen written in recent years. Excellent work, and a toast to a well-developed character who ended with interesting role-play and a lot of impact on their relevant community!

 

[1_Language_1 1671]

We found a nice song that’s relevant.

Spoiler

 

 

 

54 minutes ago, Heathen said:

I think this is one of the best posts I’ve seen written in recent years. Excellent work, and a toast to a well-developed character who ended with interesting role-play and a lot of impact on their relevant community!

 

D’aw, this was nice. Ant is my favourite character so it means a lot.

[1_Language_1 1671]

((Reminder that anything in a spoiler is a theme song for each part and may be relevant to the post.))

[adamc2000 1385]

[Ooc] bro that was an epic post o7. It hit me there real good. Good job man

[Lasombruh 612]

Rest in peace Antanios.

 

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Darius Ault smiles contently in his office as he recalls the events of that day 

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[Man of Respect 5471]

SAMURAI Dalek Kastrovat sends a dab to Antanios

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Amadeo Kalatyre smiles a toothy grin as he greets Antanios in the Seven Skies.