A Brute's loyalty.

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Boniface the Bonehead stood silently watching the funeral pyre, his expression one of slackjawed shock. He was not a smart man, if one would ever deign to call him a man...but, he felt, just like every living creature on Arcas. Hunger was a constant one, his voracious appetite well known across Curon, and even now the smell of burning flesh on the pyre caused his maw to water. Rage was another. In his battles to protect Curon, and those he knew as GODmen, he let his rage come freely, battering, bludgeoning, and clubbing those who would who hurt his chosen home. Happiness as well, though fewer in number, was also felt. The happiness of devouring a feast. The happiness of victory in battle. But for the brute, these were fleeting things. His mind struggled  to remember even the simplest things some days, but, some memories we're clear enough in his dull mind. He turned his dull gaze to the funeral pyre, where Wilhelm Devereux and his wife Evelyn, now burned together. It was Will who accepted the monstrous Brute into the small encampment, filled with nothing but Tents, a fire pit, and the hope of it's people to create a better life for themselves. It was Evelyn who saved the Brute from being burned at the stake as an abomination, when so many in the Empire saw nothing beyond the fear they felt in the Brute's presence.

 

Boniface furrowed his non-existant brows. He remembered the promise he made, long ago. Evelyn had told him it was an important day, even though the young Brute did not understand. He came before the court of Curon, and Wilhelm asked him to make a promise to obey him, and to fight for him and Curon. It confused him at the time... wasn't that what he had already been doing? Still he made his promise. One that he intended to keep. Honor, it is called. The brute did not understand such lofty concepts. He gave his promise. He would keep it. He had thought when Will returned to Curon, he would set right the confusion that seemed to run rampant in the city. Will had always been a good boss. Instead, he found himself with his weapons drawn as Will made his case, questioning the young boy who now sat on Curon's throne. He did not understand what was being said, or why. He knew the men of Curon would hurt Will. He made a Promise....one he failed to keep, as Will took his own life, and lay bleeding on the floor of the courtroom.

 

Boniface the Bonehead scratched his head, grumbling in annoyance as his thoughts began to cause another headache. He did not understand much. But he remembered the last words Will ever spoke. "You caused this"...words spoken to the young King. The Brute did not know what the boy did. Or why. He followed his friends in Curon because that is what Will would have wanted. Now...it seems he had made a boo boo. The Empire, broken. His Boss, dead. Betrayal. He knew enough to know that. Will did not do bad. He loved Curon. Boniface sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the tattered Green and White armband he wore when he was in the Ursus. "You caused this." He had said to the young king of Curon. Boniface walked to the Pyre, and threw in the armband, letting it burn along with the bodies of the greatest leaders Curon had ever known. He reached over his wife shoulders, his fat hands grabbing the tattered cloak he so proudly wore, representing the Order of St. Rudolph. It too, went into the fire. Honor. The word turned over in his mind, again and again. The GODmen had told him to act with honor, to have faith...and yet, he found no Honor in slaughtering defenseless men and woman along the roads in the name of GOD. They were no challenge. He had Dishonored himself, he realised. He grabbed his Lorraine Cross, and it too went into the fire. He would not serve a GOD who made him do these things. 

 

And so, the brute known as Boniface the Bonehead left Curon, taking what few things he had to eat, and set off. He did not know where...but he knew that, somewhere, he would find honor. And hopefully, something to eat.

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Eric’s depression slowly kickstart in as one of the last atlas curon people leaves curon for good

 

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In the seven skies Evelyn watches over turning to will "he swore to me after you died, and the sword in my back broke him" a sadden look washes over the late queen 

 

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2 minutes ago, Pun said:

In the seven skies Evelyn watches over turning to will "he swore to me after you died, and the sword in my back broke him" a sadden look washes over the late queen 

 

Graham can’t hear Evelyn, as she’s dead from the fire.

 

The Milner would light a torch and hang it in his window, in honor of a lost Brother.

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