Death of Cassius

[blago 1602]

Death of Cassius

An Imperial Passing

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3rd of Owyn's Flame, 1671 to 17th of Harren’s Folley, 1709.

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Sitting in sickness away from the public of the Empire, Cassius had been enduring the pains and sweats that befell his Father before him. He was alone within his Fennic paradise estate, neglected to the family which learned to fall out of love with him. As he rolled about in the unwashed, dirtied blankets of his bed, life began to relapse in its roles before him.

 

A Prince, Commander, and a Father.

 

Having spent each day of his life trying to impress his Grandfather Aurelius, there was never a moment of his life where he was spared a break. Each day Cassius had broken his back in the hopes to show his birth was worthy of the Horen blood blessed to him. In this reflection of his servitude, it comes to the realization that as a Prince, Cassius neglected everything else around him. As he sat there losing his grip of reality, it was in the pain of knowing all the people around him he hurt. All for the sake of his own selfish need to be appreciated by one man. Expected to hold the Empire first, he did. Keeping up to Royal responsibilities and selling his happiness in the goal of profiting the foundation Aurelius built.

 

Most known for not being a Prince, but his role as a Commander, there was also the reflection of all the men that were lost on his will. Enacting the spirit of Antonius, there was still the burden of everyone in the Coalition whose life was perished following his calls. Washed there in his crippling pain and flu, the faces of those he loved haunted him as they did every night, the faces of those he feared just the same. Commanding didn’t make him neglect the other parts of his life as being a Prince did, but it still kept him away in the aspect of protecting what was home.

 

In his whole life of serving the Empire, it was still unfulfilling. In the end he lacked a family as a Father who was never around, never there to care for his failure of a son, and Mafia Wife. His friends had been removed by the Sky Daemons, and there he stayed alone wandering for purpose. Sitting alone contemplating his existence, it was all for not. As the sweat and coughs continued to exude his existence, in a retracting grip of his beaten sheets, life was dim, and Cassius was gone to his memory as someone not to be remembered.

 

(Riperoni Casseroni, was fun playing)

[Auriel_ 652]

Deep in the smog of the Aen'vale, a normally stalwart mage was immersed in their citadel amidst friend and family alike.

 

An attendant pulls him aside from the dinner table, informing him of such grave news. A frown evident, and a heart shattered.

 

".. Ave Cassiae Aeternii.

Sic Bellum-Dominum.."

 

The mage comes back to the dinner table, leaning across the table as he tosses a slice of bread and salt into a lit brazier.

[squakhawk 14039]

Illythia would look would sigh, heart heavy.

”My hero dead, his secret kept. I will not forget your charisma and youthful joy, Cassius Horen.” 

 

[trinn 5144]

Amelia Philippa looked outwards towards the city of Helena from the confines of her quarters, the woman's countenance somber as she wiped at her eyes.

 

"I wish that I had been a better wife and a better friend, and so I hope that you find the peace your mind desired in the skies above, Cas."  

 

She brought a hand to the ring coiled around her finger, clenching her eyes shut then. 

 

”Know I loved you, as I had promised, and that I would follow you if I could.”

[Guest]

A Legionnaire standing proudly before the Green Tide within the Atlasian city of Krugmar.

 

Across the sea, Cassius’ loyal friend the former Legionnaire Ilya of House Ivanovich somberly lifted his hand up in a shaken salute upon hearing the news. Ilya had been a distant friend and ally of the young Horen Prince throughout his rise and fall and greatly admired his place in the fledgling dynasty. He still recalled the days that Cassius had sent him to hunt down the menace Donald Dabber within the Renatian Capital, and how he took the news of the man’s disappearance with undaunted resolve.

 

“Ilya,” The young Prince had told him, “Do not fear. You did your duty, soldier. We shall catch him eventually.” A friend to the last, thought the aging Raevir as he remained seated before his fireplace, the embers sputtering as he tossed in more firewood. Life, he quietly pondered, was as fickle as those flames. A wry smile bloomed on Ilya’s lips as he then declared in a quiet mumble to himself for none else to hear:  “Cassius Horen was a Prince firstly, da, but he was always willing to sacrifice. Still, I remember the days that aloft he held the Legion’s Standard, and the countless battles we fought with its golden dragon crest in the air...”

 

The old soldier grew misty-eyed at the memory of those battles, the countless deaths of friend and foe alike in distant lands. Whether they be barren or life aplenty; desert or forest, human or orc. Admonishing himself for being unable to attend the formal funeral, he thought to himself, ”To be young again. To have victory within my grasp again, alongside my battle brothers clad in the garb of conquerors; the other immortals who live on now for eras immemorial in service to the Empire of Man. Godan assuredly welcomes you into the Seven Skies, my dearest Comrade, and may you remain there for times eternal. We will meet again, I hope, and if we are not to be reunited you were the best man I could have served afar and at home.”

[Slayy 816]

Aviala wonders when she will still get her training lessons, mourning a bit as she believes he is now dead from the years.

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

Bottle lights a Candle Wick for Cassius.

[Guest]

Queen Evelyn glances out over the ocean as word reaches her of the death, placing her hand over her chest “May you rest in the seventh skies, like the hero you are. I have not forgotten all you have done for me or curon. You will be missed” the women would utter as she turns moving to her office to continue her final works. 

[Chase 3793]

"Rest well, Cassius." Murmured Conan Vallberg af Morr as he heard of the news. 

[Zhikarta 4064]

Upon hearing the news, Ser Aldis Chase signed the Lorraine. He thought back fondly of the time he spent serving under the great Prince. "You were one of the few people I looked up to. What you have done for the Empire can not be topped by many. May you rest in peace, Cassius Horen. 

[LithiumSedai 5750]

Spoiler

 

 

”All dreams must end,” mumbled the ancient Waldenian knight known as Jan Sigmar, the Blood Raven, upon hearing of the passing of a yet another legendary hero of Mankind; for a fleeting moment, it was as if he could see the Horenic flag of purple, black and gold fluttering in the wind once more, that triumphant banner of Man waved over the ashes of Imperial enemies at San’Kala and Kaz’Ulrah by Cassius, prince and commander.  

[Skyrunner 257]

Utaria Helenson-Anarion upon hearing the news signs Lorraine across her chest plate, as she remembered her time following the soldier through the chaos at the Battle of San’Kala and the Krag. Before walking off to author a book “We shall not let ya name be forgotten t’ t’e dust ov ‘istory”

[idiot 502]

Wynn becometh sad.

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

13 hours ago, blago said:

A Prince, Commander, and a Father.

“And a *****.”

[blago 1602]

45 minutes ago, KeatonUnbeaten said:

“And a *****.”

I fall again to the mighty Keaton