Crow's Fall

[Imperium 3495]

 

 

A CROW’S FALL

 

 

The King’s health had been deteriorating for some months now. The many stresses from running his Kingdom had begun to take a toll on the aging man, much like what had happened to his father King Robert, and his father before him, King Sigmar. There was so much to worry about: the war, his children, his legacy, had he done well? Had he proved himself worthy as King? These questions continuously plagued his mind as he walked through the palace of Reza; leaving them unanswered had nearly driven him to the point of madness.

 

It was these thoughts on the King’s mind on that fateful day; his mind focused elsewhere as he walked alone into the gardens of the palace. Just as soon as he had set foot into the tranquil courtyard, a bolt struck him in his leg, bringing him to the ground. Marius cried out in pain, but no help would come to the royal crow. Another bolt flew through the air, this one cutting into Marius’s chest and laying him flat on his back.

 

As the King lay gasping for breath, a figure approached his body. Marius’s assassin, a man he had assumed he could trust, Hektor Barrow came into the King’s view to admire his handiwork. Two of the King’s cousins rushed into the gardens then, Prince Otto and Prince Godfric, swords in hand as they fought the Barrow. The screams as the wild man Barrow bit the Prince’s ear off, and the clang of metal on metal were all that Marius heard as he closed his eyes, and the eternal darkness of death overtook him.

 

On the body of Marius was found a letter he had written in preparation for the coming battle, it was addressed to his son and heir Andrik.

 

“My son, the day you were born I knew what kind of man you would grow up to be. I’ve watched with pride as you’ve grown into a strong young prince who will one day lead his people. Remember our House has always ruled with strength and wisdom. Wisdom to know what is best for our Kingdom, and people but the strength to stand against tyranny and darkness even if we stand alone. For Haense is a history of standing alone, against our enemies, against those who would see our Kingdom burn. Where our allies have broken, and scattered we’ve persisted. For if we do not persist we would perish.

I write this letter, knowing I march to war. While I know GOD will not let the tyranny of Renatus persist, I fear I may not live to see the day Renatus is brought to its knees. It will be a great burden to lay on you, at such a young age. But, I know your councilors will lead you on a righteous path. I’ve made many mistakes in my life that I regret, I stood aside and let Renatus butcher and burn Ves. I’ve let others march and die to war in my name, but no more. I can’t repay the debt to life I owe Ves nor Haense, but perhaps I can fight to make a better world one rid of this blood and violence. I will stand alongside those who I once turned my back on, I will fight under the banner of Oren not for myself, but for you, my son. I must fight, we must fight this war in hopes of preserving future generations.

My son, I know you’ll grow to be better than I was. You’ll lead our Kingdom in troubling times, which means you must remain strong and steadfast for our people. The times will test the very strength of your will, but know that the spirit of the Highlander people and those who have donned the crown before shall strengthen your resolve to lead our kingdom to prosperity. With GOD as your witness, the North shall stand strong and resolute, united in the cause for justice and honor. May these words echo in your mind and resonate with you as the mantle of leadership is entrusted to you until death relieves you of your mandate.”

 

Long live the King.

[bungo 3965]

“May his bones be crushed.” comments Jan Haas

[1_Language_1 1671]

“Oh ****.”

Matthias blinks as he puts down the missive about the Carrion child as he hears the messenger boy tell the news.
“I mean.. crap.” He’d eye the young boy, ashamed to have cursed.

[Kanadensare 456]

Viktor Sigismund var Ruthern mourns the closest man he had to a father.

[SubscriptShark2 197]

Jan welcomes marius into the seven skies

[ApplePieKathy 561]

Valerie frowns, not overly sad due to the memory of the Burning of Ves, she said to herself ”Rest in peace.” She crossed the Lorraine, sighing

[KIIWIKILLA 342]

Marius Baruch lights a candle for his fallen King. Marius II was now the 6^th King that the aged Lord had outlived. “Rest in Peace, Sire.” He says to himself, crossing himself as he does so. 

[Jaigalar 541]

“God save the King.” the Alimar Prince would state, wincing from the pain from his head, shoddy bandages wrapped around his skull after the rather unkind and forceful removal of his ear. He eyed the body of Marius, standing beside Otto as he mourned the Crow’s passing. He soon made his way around Reza to inform the lords and retainers of the King of his untimely death.

[MikoMonster 1396]

Primrose Kortrevich climbs the stairs to her room after having heard the news, a sad expression painting her visage. “The King I grew up under... may he rest in peace.” she murmurs, bringing her locket to her lips in a worrying manner. “His son will do great things.”

[GhostSHTR 1205]

Ser Bjolfr would be walking along an abandon route until his crow dropped a paper in front of him. Picking up the paper he would fall down onto his knees crying once more “ Oh Not my young Marius...Siegmund then Robert and now Marius....I’ve outlived the children I’ve raised are now dead!!!” Bjolfr would look at the sky and give a painful Scream “ GODAN!!!!....oh my little crow” he’d then curl up and continue to sobs. 

 

[Tigergiri 3073]

Lotte Kortrevich would shed a tear upon hearing the news, signing the lorraine cross “Shal they honour you as we did here.” 

[squakhawk 14038]

“I thought you an honorable and wise man. Then you plotted, and failed. And plotted again, and oncemore failed. Meek.”
Illythia spat.

[JuliusAakerlund 2402]

“The **** made you come here this early? Did I not teach you better than this Marius?” Harked Robert from the seven skies before smirking. “Eh! Let’s enjoy ourselves then no need to lament what is already done!”

[Axelu 4333]

Mariya had only known her sibling for a fifth of her life, yet his demise sent the adolescent into yet another tryst of sadness. As she traverses the streets of Reza, she then stops short of a set of pikes before the gates — such harborIng the decayed skull of the man who terminated her mother, the beloved Queen Elizaveta of Vidaus. “May the man who struck down my brother burn, and rest along his damned brethren.”

[Pogmeister 91]

"Long live the King." spoke a solemn Thorstein Skarpefanger, placing a closed fist on his chest as he remembered teaching a young Marius a good fighting stance.