A tribute to the fallen commander

[Willy6001 128]

 

 

When Sulien Annungilben came to Fenn, she was quiet, reserved, and undemanding. She did as she was told, when she was told. She joined the Ivae’fenn, looking up with admiration to Aelthir Tundrak, who led the Ivae’fenn at the time. She fought in the Coalition War, and other smaller fights for the Princedom around Axios. Over time, while she did not necessarily become less reserved, she began talking more, saying what she believed needed to be said. After nearly seventy years of working within the Ivae’fenn, she was promoted to an officer position. Around that same time, she married a man named Aymer, who took her surname to become Aymer Annungilben. Years later still, she acquired the rank of High Justiciar, becoming the level-headed enforcer of the law. For several years while the Grand Prince was away, she functioned as the only acting officer of the Ivae’fenn, now holding the rank of sentinel. As she gained power, she also seemingly gained enemies, as there were two separate attempts to murder her from the Fennic people. She escaped both relatively unscathed, albeit having temporary blindness from the second attempt, which she never fully recovered from.

 

Sulien and Aymer had two children together, Mythantharanthoridian Annungilben and Almithara Annungilben. She loved them both very dearly, and when they were old enough to leave home, Sulien began to realize that she was genuinely lonely. After coming to the realization, she chose to put all of her time into the Ivae’fenn. She hosted initiate training and specialization trainings at regular intervals, and when she was not hosting the training, she could still often be seen in the barracks practising with her sword. Before moving to Arcas, she was promoted to Commander of the Ivae’fenn, the first new commander to be appointed in over 100 years.

 

After moving to Arcas, stuck in a loveless marriage after one of the only people she considered to be a friend had died, Sulien became more reclusive than ever. She only spoke when it was required of her, for public events or to host training for the Ivae’fenn. She still put work into the Ivae’fenn, although not to the same degree she had in the past. Years ago, she had lived to serve the Princedom. Now, years later, all she truly had left to do was to die for it.

 

The day Sulien died was altogether fairly unremarkable. The sun was shining, and although it was cold in the Princedom, it wasn’t unbearably so. Some members of the Ivae’fenn were resolving a conflict between another nation that had happened the last elven day, which also wasn’t unusual. Sulien sat on a bench outside the tavern, idly tapping her fingers along the hilt of her sword, before going to speak to Aesilnoth, the Sentinel of the Valkyrim within the Ivae’fenn. He told her of a violent animal on the road, which was normal, and usually easily dealt with. She went out on her own that day, as she had dealt with this sort of animals alone before. There are several reasons why that day may have been different. Maybe she was still recovering from several minor injuries she had sustained during a particularly harsh training. Maybe the bears on this side of the wall were stronger than what she was used to. Or maybe she simply had given up and did not want to fight any more. Whatever the reason, the outcome was still the same. By the time Aesilnoth had left on a patrol, sensing something wrong after she had not come back within a reasonable time, she was injured beyond repair. Her armour was irreversibly dented, and the white sash to signify her rank as commander stained red with blood. When Aesilnoth had brought her back to Fenn she was still breathing, but her time was running out. Once Illynora came from Aegrothond to heal her, she was dead.

 

 

 

 

A collection of notes found on Sulien’s desk, titled “Do not read until after death”

 

Dear Aymer: If you are reading this, I am dead. My condolences for your loss. I hope that you have considered me a good wife, and a good mother. I trust that you can take care of Mythan and Almithara, and act in the interest of all future Annungilbens to come. Although we had our differences, I am thankful to have met you, and to have married you. -Sulien

 

Dear Aelthir Tundrak the Second: I hope that you have considered me to serve the Princedom well, and I hope that I had died in service of the Princedom. -Sulien Annungilben, previous Commander of the Ivae’Fenn

 

Dear Aesilnoth: Despite our differences, you’re my favorite nephew. -Sulien

 

Spoiler

OOC: This was my first char, it’s been over 2 years now, It’s been a good time. Thanks to everyone who was involved in the rp. 

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[Treaty 1353]

Aymer would be seen slumped over the tavern bar, a full drink still in his hand. The loss of his wife has clearly effected him, but no one dares approach

[EnderMaiashiro 664]

Velatha Sylric bows her head as she sealed yet another medical file with wax after putting in the death report and certificate, each with her signature at the bottom... the second ‘Fenn to die within such a short amount of time, only this time belonging to Sulien. The clinic had a cold feeling to it, beyond that which was contained outdoors, as she prepared to embalm the body for preservation.

[Callum 1009]

Varan would be at the shrine in his room to Wyvrun “Ad Victoriam Commander, may Wyvrun bless you and guide you to the afterlife” He would say with a nod getting to his feet walking off 

[ThumperJack 927]

Rothilion silently assisted Velatha in the grim afterwork of the ordeal, his brows set in a tight knot upon his paler than usual face. The Fennic doctor occasionally glanced toward the blue E/R hallway where the commander had laid, his expression becoming only darker for it.

[Toffee 2843]

On the other side of the continent, a healer knelt before a large seaglass mosaic. Hamasta, the Dolphin of Mercy, glittered in a thousand different pieces, casting errant shards of light over a dark expression. “Rest well, Commander,” she whispered, in a voice that was heavy with regret.

[ABruhMoment 609]

 Aesilnoth made the announcement to the Ivae’fenn the next morning. ”Your commander has fallen.” He would state, short and to the point. Exiting the barracks a single tear would fall. His aunt, the woman who accepted him into his family, and his Commander was truly gone. 

[Monkee 7369]

Quietly, before the Wayshrine of Culmination, Aelthir laments the loss of a loyal soldier, and a good friend – one who had certainly earned her eternal slumber in Aira’fin.

[Morigung-oog 5697]

“Burn in hell...” A snow elf murmured as she crossed a name off of her list with a smug smirk as a close friend informed her of the loss. She harboured no remorse, only resentment towards the fallen. “My only regret is not being able to inflict the damage she did on myself back unto her.” she commented dryly to her husband. “Maybe her successor will know better than to harbor fugitives of the empire and send spies.” Turning, the Mali wasted no time in going back to her duties. A stack of papers and a denounciation were in the works.”

 

(loved Sulien as a character. I’ll miss her greatly. <3)

[StarGazzer 287]

Varkaris thinks of the lost of one the closet people in his life, and a frown would form underneath the bandages that wrap around his face