A Tale of Two Brothers

[TrendE 1347]

1 hour ago, Legoboy7984 said:

Ser Henrik Ludovar hearing upon the news would throw his glass against the wall.

“Too many people have died to this war that Renatus wants to continue as this went from many dear friends like Ser Dominic Grimm to now my cousins. This war must stop as this amount of bloodshed and deaths of the Canonist people must stop as this war will never bring mankind to trust or work with one another.”

 

“You started it, they’re ending it.” an old man would shrug as he passed by.

[giambro 612]

 

It was a really late night during the time. Ser Ulric Vyronov took a stroll to the square of Reza and a Dark Elf, a monk in fact, came through the gates of Reza. The monk came up to Ser Ulric, glaring and surveyed his gaze around the city, noticing the sieged defenses surrounding the square and said, “Oh, this is the city of Reza. I am guessing these are already hard times for you.” Ser Ulric, as humble and laid back as he is, the Knight welcomed the monk into his city. The Knight and the monk decided to converse in the tavern where he was accompanied by Godfric, Prince Georg and Sarah Kortrevich. The Knight offered the monk a bottle of whisky to the monk. However, the monk kindly declined the offer as he does not partake in drinking as he is a monk. Ser Ulric Vyronov ordered a bottle of whisky for himself and a glass of the most crystal cleared water for the monk. As Ser Ulric always does, he gave his new Aunt, Sarah Kortrevich, more coin then she asked for the bottle. As soon as he uncorked the bottle of whisky, all of the sudden, The Red Dragon Knighted Knights came to seek vengence and to kill whoever stepped in front of their path.

 

Ser Ulric Tiberan noticed the door being slammed opened by Ser Rodrik. All of the Knights unsheathed their blades and walked towards Prince Georg. Ser Ulric Vyronov quietly told the monk to depart from this hell storm, “I need you to get out of here safely.” The monk left out of sight, Ser Ulric Vyronov took a swig out of his bottle of whisky and blantantly said to Ser Rodrik and his Knights, “Ser Rodrik, did you come here for a drink?” The traitorous Knight said to Ser Ulric, “Now it’s not the time boy. I have come for everybodys head!” The Knights continued to make their path towards Godfric and Prince Georg. Suddenly, Ser Ulric Vyronov notices this, he corked his bottle back into his satchel and unsheathed his sword, walking in front of Godfric and Prince Georg. Sarah Kortrevich told Ser Ulric with a frown upon her face, “Ser Ulric, please don’t do this!” As she said this, Edwin Brooks swong his sword near Ser Ulric’s temple. With a fast reaction, Ser Ulric parried his sword to block the attack but suddenly Ser Rodrik clinged his sword against Ulric’s blade, knocking it out of his hand. As the men came closer, the three men were trapped in a corner with no where to go. Ser Ulric Vyronov pleaded with the men and said, “Take me! Take me instead! Kill me and spare me!” The same man, who first attacked Ulric, threw up a under hook at the Knight’s jaw, knocking him out cold and as he did so, Ser Ulric hit his head against the corner of the table that was closest to him... The scene went black.

 

The Young Knight woke up from his slumber, looking at his hands all binded up with rope. As soon as looked up, Ser Rodrik stared down at him with the most wolfish, scariest grin you could think of. With a huge gash on his forehead and one on the side of his head, Ser Ulric was obviously dying from loss of blood. Ser Ulric had pale-ish skin that rendered through out his body, as Ser Rodrik noticed this, he ordered one of his men to attend to his wounds. Ser Ulric heard cries and a loud sizzling sound, ringing from his ears. Ser Ulric Vyronov blacked out again momentarily.  When the Knight woke up again, Edwin was attending Ser Ulric’s wounds with the same whisky he ordered from Harold Bell’s tavern, pouring it on the wounds of Ulric. Ser Ulric muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth, “Take me instead! Spare Godfric and Prince Georg!” He attempted to wiggle out of his binds but it was no use. Edwin wrapped Ulric’s head with a bandage around the Knight’s head. Edwin said to Ser Ulric, “Ser Rodrik would like to speak with you,” he said with a cold expression, making his way out of the jail cell.” When Ser Rodrik looked down at the Young Knight he arched his back and stared Ser Ulric in the eyes and said, “How much do you value your life? How much do you value Primrose’s life?”

 

The words struck Ser Ulric and made him silent. Ser Rodrik arched his back up, looked at the walls of the jail cell and back to Ser Ulric. The Knight again said, “I do not want to repeat myself, how much do you value your life? How much do you value Primrose’s life?” Ser Ulric Vyronov looked up at the man and said, “You left your family behind! You betrayed Haense and you had everything going for you! I looked up to you once you know and look what you done! I have no quarrel with you, Ser Rodrik.” The Knight’s face looked intrigued with the young Knight saying this. The Young Knight looked at Ser Rodrik anxiously and asked, “Where is Prince Georg and Godfric?” The Knight chuckled and calmly said, “They are writing letters in our Palace, I sure you not. But you didn’t answer my question, how do you value yours and Primrose’s life?” Ser Ulric Vyronov’s jugular veins popped out of his neck, “I am a family man now, Ser Rodrik. My wife’s, my family’s lives and my future children’s lives matter to me! My children need me Ser Rodrik. My wife needs me,” he said with a teary eye, he shook it off, “I know Haense is in shambles at this moment but I will never give in! All I wanted was peace! I never wanted any part of this War! My role is to be a Knight by King Andrik’s side. His life is important! I am forever in his debt.” The men behind Ser Rodrik’s faces were astonished by these words, nodding to the respectful Young Knight. Ser Rodrik clasped his hands together and said the words, “If you bend the knee to Emperor Godfrey, I will spare your life and Primrose’s.” The Young Knight was shooked and his thoughts went else where.

 

The Dragon Knight looked down upon the Young Knight, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “If you do this, I will spare yours and Primrose’s life. You must, however, bend the knee to Emperor Godfrey.” The Young Knight dipped his head to the ground and was very hesitant by his choice of words, “My role is to be by My King’s side. I will always be by my King’s side until his very last breath,” he said very hesitantly. The Dragon Knight rolled his eyes at the Young Knight and unsheathed his blade with his right hand. Suddenly, he parried down on the Young Knight’s bindings, cutting him loose. Ser Ulric Vyronov squinted his eyes and blinked a bunch of times. He grabbed ahold his wrists that were bruising from the tightness of the rope that was binding his hands together. Ser Ulric Vyronov looked up at the man who was glaring down at him and the Dragon Knight said, “I spared your life because you are just a lad and have good intentions. However, bend the knee to Emperor Godfrey and I will spare your life,” The Young Knight looked up at him with an astonished look, “My duty and service is to protect King Andrik Barbanov from harm, if you allow me to do this, after the war and if Haense is to be taken over, I will bend the knee to Emperor Godfrey.” The Knight gestured with his right hand for the Young Knight to rise, “If I let you go free, how will I know you will not betray me like your brother did to me? I will not falter and let you go until you obey my commands! Now kneel before me and swear fealty to Emperor Godfrey! The now depressed Knight looked up at him and started to kneel down to the ground and said the words, “I, Ser Ulric Vyronov, swear to all the GODs that are HOLY, will protect and serve King Andrik Barbanov’s life until his very last breath and swear fealty to Emperor Godfrey after the War is finished.” The Dragon Knight gestured him to rise up again and to follow him, “You are free to go, Ser Ulric.” As they walked out, the Knight of Renatus nodded to Ser Ulric with a pleased look. One of them followed Ser Rodrik and Ser Ulric out of the keep to the bridge of Helena.

 

As they got to the bridge, Ser Rodrik looked down the bridge into the water. The Dragon Knight placed his left arm around Ser Ulric’s shoulder, “You know what I would do with people like you, Ser Ulric?” He looked to Ser Gregor and let out a chuckle, “I would have gutted you right here and there but you are just a lad. You have good intentions. You are free to go. Come, I will lead you to the boat for a safe travel,” Ser Gregor yelled out to Ser Ulric, “Good luck in the wars to come, Ser Ulric. See ye on the battle field,” Ser Ulric gave him a brief nod and headed towards the dock. Ser Rodrik unslinged the rope, untying the knot from the structure that was holding it in place, “Here come in Ser Ulric.” Ser Ulric jumped into the boat and grasped the paddles of the boat, he looked to Ser Rodrik with a stare, “Where is Prince Georg and Godfric? Aren’t they coming a long,” with that wolfish grin he was introduced to when he woke up in the jail scene, Ser Rodrik pushed the boat away from his body and yelled out the words, “Prince Georg and Godfric are dead! Farewell, Ser Ulric Vyronov! We will send your dead back to Reza! See you after the War” He laughed out loudly as he turned his heel toward the gates of Helena. Tears started pouring down his face. Ser Ulric became very depressive at that moment, thinking about all the good times he has had with Prince Georg and Godfric at the moment. He muttered to himself, “King Marius.. Now Prince Georg and Godfric? I don’t think I can take much more of this..” He placed his satchel in front of him, continued to paddle his oars towards Haense.

 

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Piov- Prince Georg was like a big brother towards Ser Ulric. He was always there when he needed him. It’s sad to see this character go. Piov, you are a great friend of mine. You are one of my favorite people on this server. We have a lot of great times on discord and on LoTC especially. The role playing by Renatus was spectacular and I expected it to be awfu bu I was wrongl. To be honest, that scene was one of the best role playing experiences I have ever been apart of.

 

NJ- Godfric was a really funny character to role play with. We would vape during court sessions, make fun of Prince Georg never talking to a woman in his life, etc etc. You are one of my favorite people on this server and I hope we can continue this great community we have here in Haense. Both you and Piov are the corner stone of this community. Thank you both for being awesome.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Matilda would furrow her brow, hearing the news among a crowd of citizens within the city square of Reza. Georg, especially, had been so fervent in his welcoming her to the city and allowing her to take part in several opportunities that she had thought would never be afforded to her after certain circumstances had changed the course of her life. A knot had formed in her stomach thinking on it, guilt gripping her at the thought that she might have done something to prevent this.

[sophiaa 778]

Upon hearing the news, Theodosia’s eyes well with tears. “Did you really have to?” She asks, to no-one in particular, before gathering her skirts and sprinting back up to her bedchambers before her tears could begin to fall. 

[argonian 14254]

"I shan't forget his treason against His Imperial Majesty, but a man of honour he was nevertheless. May he and his brother find rest in the Seven Skies," Tylos would comment hearing of the death, referring to the TRUE Emperor Joseph of Marna of course. 

[MadOne 4945]

Ser Wilheim Barclay sits on the working desk, overflowed with documents and pamphlets in the middle of the midnight, bags formed under his eyes. He takes a drink from his wine glass, trying to contain the emotions overflowing his mind. King Marius, now Godfrey and Georg. Lost to the world as they perish in flames, their dreams fading away and hope turning into dust. Wilheim sweeps the table with a fist, knocking the wine bottle, and all the unnecessary papers onto the ground as the glasses are shattered, hiding his face on the hard surface of the table, as he quietly sobbed.

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

3 hours ago, TrendE said:

“You started it, they’re ending it.” an old man would shrug as he passed by.

“A bad ending is a bad ending, no matter who’s writing it.”

[Wulfery 832]

 Years passed, and Friggr would finally find joy in the very least that. “The North remembers”? Oh. Please. True north remembered. Empire was the true power, without doubt, but each and every Haenseman that died by Gorundyr hand is a reason to be proud of.

 

 “They showed us nei mercy. Showed us nei remorse after. They butchered our kin, an’ even when we bowed our head in respect, admittin’ ta’ defeat, they went on ta’ murder children ‘n elderly. How worthy o’ laughter it be now, tha’ the same people who showed hatred ta’ us for turnin’ against ‘em, same folks tha’ with joy began ta slaughter, acceptin’ only death as solution, would now dare ta’ forget ‘bout past.” Sharpening his axe for next fight that was bound to come, Friggr smiled in a grim way. ”’Tleast many o’ ‘em showed good spirit in fight. Did nei run, ‘n even in face o’ defeat stood proud by their decision. Me kin ‘ad been avenged, old souls put ta’ rest ‘fter their unjust end. Those tha’ will fight ta’ last day ‘n survive should be spared. Same massacre tha’ happened to me people, should nei be done ta’ ‘em. Break the wheel, before it be too late. But tha’ be nei a thing I get a word in ‘nymore.”

 

 And so, he would bow his head to those who have died. Even Barbanovs. Let their heavens bring them good rest.

[Knox 1029]

Harold Bell enters his tavern after a long walk, looking around the room to the blood and overturned tables. The news had spread across town already, the thought of such a heinous crime vexed Harold. ”In my ploughing tavern?!” grumbles, clenching his fists as he had made his way to his room to gather some things. “Georg and Godfric were good men. False knights prancing around exclaiming what they do is justice. Plough em, and plough their ploughing mothers too.”

[TankM1A2 840]

“Bend the knee.” says an old man.

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

Hannibal shook his head at the Haeseni incompetency! "The men of Brawm were not aware of a raid! You blithering fools didn't even notify us. You better hope to God that the next regent isn't as slowminded." He raved to one of the Mudds (he could never tell them apart) and went about his day.

[trinn 5146]

52 minutes ago, Inferno_Ougi said:

Hannibal shook his head at the Haeseni incompetency! "The men of Brawm were not aware of a raid! You blithering fools didn't even notify us. You better hope to God that the next regent isn't as slowminded." He raved to one of the Mudds (he could never tell them apart) and went about his day.

 

“Hannibal, we miss you.” Says Quill the Renatus Legionnaire. 

[Enlightenment 2300]

Demetrio shrugged, not caring much anymore, “Just burn them all already-a.”

[Pureimp10 5691]

 

Otto sat on a bench just outside the lake to the east of the city of Reza, his nephew Kazimar seated at his side and a half empty bottle of Kovac White in his hand. His nephew’s eyes and face were still red from the tears he had shed for his uncles earlier that day. Otto however, being the stubborn man he is, had refused to sob and instead had chosen to drown his sorrows with liquor. He motioned outwards to the lake and surrounding woodlands with his free hand, never breaking his gaze with the horizon as he spoke to Kaz.

 

“You know boy, while your father spent most of his hours being tutored, your uncles and I would run and play in those woods all day. We’d find old sticks and fight each other with them, pretending we were soldiers off at war, or we’d swim and nearly drown each other in the lake. Georgie was always the more careful one. He’d scream at us to be careful whenever Godfric and I fought in the lake. Perhaps that’s why he’d end up becoming regent. Godfric and I though, we didn’t care. We always wanted to do more, be out for longer, do more dangerous things, and it drove our father insane. We’d be out there all day, from sunrise to near midnight, until we were drenched in sweat and our guts hurt from laughing. And then we’d do it all over again the next day.” The man paused then, taking a long swig of his drink before continuing with his story.

 

“My father always said we were inseparable when we were younger, yet here I am, still breathing while my brothers rest with the Saints above.” He shifted his gaze to look up at the sky then, his eyes beginning to well up with tears. “Save a spot for me, you rats.” He tilted his bottle to the ground, letting the drink pour out onto the ground below before weeping for the memories that could have been.

[Legoboy7984 3155]

12 hours ago, TrendE said:

 

“You started it, they’re ending it.” an old man would shrug as he passed by.

 

"The Empire was dissolved. Haense, Ves, and Curon chose Joseph to be our Emperor but we all left them. Yet you lot decided to continue war and bloodshed, not towards those who all supported the Marna family but towards Haense yet now I hear you let the Marna family live within Renatus now. This war isn’t about us supporting Joseph as Emperor anymore as we’ve left that Empire like everyone else. This war is happening cause of you lot not liking Haense for what it is and wanting it to be what you want it to be.”