Lukariatias 524 Popular Post Share Posted August 12, 2019 Disclaimer: This creative writing piece is not designed to be an open roleplay death publication. It is designed to supplement later open roleplay publications, but otherwise simply serves as a literary piece for one’s OOC enjoyment, and as a formal confirmation of the character being PK’d. No character names (aside from my own), location names, notable geography, dialogue, or other roleplay-giving-away features are included. It is my desire, and the desire of those involved, for the details of the events to be discovered IRP, if discovered at all. A Cardinal’s Last Flight Cardinal Omeryn started off with a heavy sigh, a plume of air released to accompany his creaky, pained form, every movement sending a wave of discomfort across his body. At every joint, and every muscle, existed a knot, a series of pinching, stabbing pains, that ever plagued his aging person, an inescapable cosnistant torture. Nonetheless he moved onward, oft with the aid of a crook, but this day, of all days, he was feeling somewhat disinterested in his usual pomp, and thus sauntered unaided, boasting but a bespoke white and scarlet cassock, his usual regalia. The journey from A to B was a slow and steady one, one that the hoary bird had grown used to over the days of movement to and fro, traveling between domiciles and carrying out just work and operations. This eve’s walk, however, was an unusual one, interrupted by the arrival of an unfamiliar courier who had been dispatched to deliver an important, confidential letter. Much to the Cardinal’s surprise, he was come upon in the darkness of a particular stretch, taken aback, but not startled by the appearance of the looming figure, who quickly regarded him with a smile as to bring peace over the devolving circumstance. Their chat was brief, and off the courtier went to conclude their deliveries for the eve, what few, if any, likely remained. The Cardinal’s gaze fell upon the sealed parchment in his grasp, subtly wobbling, an involuntary movement, that hindered his ability to aptly break the seal, which boasted no arms nor insignia, and was eventually cast off with an annoyed huff. The confabulation was brief, altogether but three simple utterances, straight to the point and soon in their reference. Necessitating no response, the Cardinal changed pace and began down a side, connection path, between two main thoroughfares. As he moved he sped up his saunter, shifting into something of a reinvigorated trek, aiming, in his excitement, to arrive at his destination readily. Prior to arrival, and with the location within view, the Cardinal took a moment to step aside, slipping under a nearby series of low-hanging branches, to reread the letter. Once satisfied with his comprehension of its content, he folded the parchment into a model square, and slipped it into one of the silky interior pockets of his cassock. He then returned to the road, and took those few remaining steps to arrive at the aforementioned meeting point. When they finally came into view, the Cardinal graced them with a look of curious familiarity, accompanied by a verbalized sense of start, though ultimately disregarding what infinitesimal sense of surprise warranted the break in normal greeting. The Cardinal’s companion passed a wave then, and they broke off to travel further down the road. After a brief adjunct movement, the Cardinal and his companion breached an unfamiliar threshold. It was then that a sense of dread befell the bird, as a loud crash emitted from just behind his person. Without needing to look, he knew what had happened, and he was sealed, and betrayed, having naively waltzed right into a trap. But apology is what could be given, as his companion was ushered back, a troupe of fellows, each unique in their own ways, emerged from the nearby shadows, surrounding him, with weapons drawn. Knowing his sylphlike form could offer no retort, a cry so far from his veteran youth, the Cardinal stood still, and looked upon that being which was to do the deed. In an instant, and after meager words exchanged, that being took a sliding step forth, and cast its blade in a great arc, gliding with ease through the papery flesh of the Cardinal’s neck. He collapsed, with a natural urge prompting his hands to rise and clutch, powerless to cease the amaranth flood which stained his form and uniform. As what puny impetus remained was discharged from his body, the Cardinal collapsed onto his side, with his fingers flexing one final time, permitting that crimson which sought escape to flow without partial blockade. He twitched once, and twice, before sealing his cyclopean vision one final time, succumbing to quietus. 31 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Froschli 837 Share Posted August 12, 2019 ? 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The King Of The Moon 5121 Share Posted August 12, 2019 Sobortus scratches his head, trying to make sense of what he’d witnessed. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
thesmellypocket 1839 Share Posted August 12, 2019 Father Humbert, O.S.J., pledges sincerely to pray, along with the other brothers, for the repose of the soul of the Cardinal. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ElizabethAmara 109 Share Posted August 12, 2019 Dearest Good Cassian, You will be dearly missed for your gracious heart, work and leadership that you have exibited May the heavens grasp you in her arms, and GOD’s almighty presece grant you peace For living thorns had periced your skin to soon and yet, you now meet your maker In this we mourn for you, Sweet Cardinal, for you will be surely missed 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rammer 388 Share Posted August 12, 2019 Acolyte Atticus lights a candle and places it in the highest window of the Cathedral of St. Amyas. As he bows his head to pray, a few tears begin to sprinkle down the sides of his face as he mutters. ”Rest well Uncle Cassian...” 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reckless Banzai Screamer 11575 Share Posted August 12, 2019 Monsignor Odus prays for Cardinal Omeryn and for justice. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BonesOfTheEarth 1564 Share Posted August 12, 2019 Though the one to swing the sword and deem the death necessary, Lefkos could find no enjoyment in the death of Cassian. Even then, as the man took his last breaths, there was no glee from him nor his group. Only silence, followed by muttered prayers as his body sunk beneath the earth. His final wish would be granted, at the very least. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
LPT 767 Share Posted August 12, 2019 Father Oliver frowns upon hearing the news, he makes a sign of the Lorraine inside the Cathedral of St. Amyas. “A great man has passed on to the heavens today. This chapel should host a funeral of the highest honor for him.” 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nectorist 7421 Share Posted August 12, 2019 The young Father Ludolf turns pale upon hearing the news, spending the next hour in prayer for the late Cardinal. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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