human -=- The Death of Swifty Sam -=-

[HadvarAvMitteland 557]

 

Swifty Sam turns up at his homeland, limping, bleeding along the path. He would scream at the front gate, “Let me in!”. Tharik of the Haense Brotherhood would be on the gate duty, suddenly being alerted, he opened the front gate. Swifty would be asked, “Hello, welcome to Haense, what is your name?” He responds with his cover name of “Clarence.” A woman named Edyth within the city would be shaking in her boots, hearing the voice of a killer who was very familiar with her. Clarence then tries to plead to Tharik, after being asked, “Do you wish to remove your mask?” Trying to hide his identity, Clarence responded, “In a time of war, people knowing your face is a dangerous thing!”. However, no matter what Clarence was saying, the intelligence of Tharik saw right through it. He pushed until Clarence cracked, showing the face of an old Brotherhood member, “Jakob Carter”, also known as one of the Ruswick leaders, “Swifty Sam”. 

 

Following this conversation, Jakob Carter collapses onto the floor, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, clearly injured from his bandit travels. He would become unconscious from his blood loss, being picked up by the mighty Tharik, assisted by his Brotherhood guard, Jakob was carried to the clinic to be treated. He would be given tippen’s root as well as other herbal remedies to stop the bleeding and wake him back up. Suddenly, as he awakens, he lashes out not knowing where he was, hitting Edyth and being pinned down to the bed. He was fed a herb which put him to sleep, to stop the resistance. 

 

Waking up hours later, after being confronted by Jonathan Frostfire, Tiberius and Otto Sigmar of Haense, he was carried to the cells, eyes widening at he was attached by one hand to the bars of the cell. He was told the crimes he had committed, returning no excuses to why he did so other than he was forced into leaving Haense due to a lover. After pleading guilty, Tiberius chopped off his ear, Jakob falling to the floor screaming, not being able to hear from his right ear, all he heard was a high pitched noise as his old Brotherhood friend Tharik faces him now. “I was once in a position you were in, but not the beast you became. Justice will be served.” He stated, as Jakob looks to him with the eyes of the Brother Tharik once knew, “Tharik, Brother, help…”

 

After Tharik had left Jakob in the cell, Jonathan Frostfire enters the cell, not wanting to hear any words from Jakob, he allowed him to say his last sentence. “Amadeo Clay...I love you.” He stated as his head got ripped off right from his now dead corpse. His head was presented to the Frostfire as a trophy, Swifty Sam the killer of Tyrants, collector of heads and lover to Amadeo Clay was brutally murdered in the cells of Haense. Some would say a relief to Arcas, some would say it was a tragedy, however there is one thing for certain, he left his mark forever.

 

----------- ((No signature was written, signifying the death and absence of Jakob Isaak Carter))

 

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[Twandhi 384]

Ivan Ruthern would fead this this and thinks to himself: "He may have been our enemy, but i'll miss him."

[Nozgoth 3083]

A lean Mali’fenn sits atop a mud-covered bridge holding the paper in his hands as rain pours down atop his hood, “Blasted!” his elegant voice finally broken, his pale cardinal colored eyes drooping, “I wish hileia upon you.” The masked snow-elf would say as he lept up into a sprint.

[AdmiralLB 209]

Jonathan Frostfire is still cleaning the Blood from his Armor. He looks up and thinks: "If only things were different. We might have been friends. But alas, poor Jakob, you're dead."

[TheBelidle 65]

Jubilant Jack would hear of the sudden death of his friend, frowning upon himself, shaking his head as he goes along, muttering out, “God damnit, Sam. Why’d you gotta die so swiftly.” He’d say, walking around the roads of Arcas on his noble steed; stopping it suddenly as he strides past Haense, looking at the city itself. The location whilst his beloved mate was killed in. “Weakling.” He’d say in pity, describing Sam. “To die to some Haensemen is the worst way out.” As he moves his steed away from the city, not looking back; he looks up into the sky and takes a deep breath, chuckling in disbelief.

[MadOne 4945]

Dixie Turpin, a disgruntled bandit from Ruswick scoffs at the now dead pretender. "Ay this bare peng news innit, mandem was pullin'up with bullshiet like dem taking over da Wick and shiet. He tested our gangsta, not tha other way round innit. Literally, yeah? No one likes him y'getme? Yea na yea na yea. I don't rep dis blud." After that, the dark elf would toss the note into a puddle, walking off to reuinte with Robert on the road.

[RoamingRonin 635]

Marc of White looked upon the paper leaflet with a deadpan expression. His brow rose to the mention of an Amadeo Clay. Poor lad or lass would surely be hunted down and killed for even associating with that court jester. He grumbled, shutting his eyes momentarily. 

 

”You poor bastard. Dying in a cell with no one but the cold company of a Haenseman. I guess it serves you right. Your mistakes and machinations will follow Ruswick for years to come. You endangered everyone you held dear, all because you wanted to get your rocks off killing a defenseless woman, and upsetting a hearty nation. You damn fool. You reaped what you sown, now this is your lot. I feel no pity for a man who endangers the lives of the innocent. Burn in the Underworld, but just know, it cannot save you. When my time comes, I will be coming for you. To the ends of the afterlife, RUN! My vengeance for those caught in your crossfire will be dealt, and in the afterlife, I have all the time in the universe.” 

 

Captain Flynt sat in his maproom, enjoying a pint of ale, and a fine book. That’s when his window was struck by the lost crow of Death themself. He sighed, and shut the book, knowing that this is an omen for something very near and dear to him. 

 

”So d’ poor bastard is dead, den, aye? Oh well, on t’ d’ next!” He shrugged, and opened his book back up, continuing to read by the candlelight. 

[MsLinni 828]

26 minutes ago, Stefan_Onfroi said:

 

Swifty Sam turns up at his homeland, limping, bleeding along the path. He would scream at the front gate, “Let me in!”. Tharik of the Haense Brotherhood would be on the gate duty, suddenly being alerted, he opened the front gate. Swifty would be asked, “Hello, welcome to Haense, what is your name?” He responds with his cover name of “Clarence.” A woman named Edyth within the city would be shaking in her boots, hearing the voice of a killer who was very familiar with her. Clarence then tries to plead to Tharik, after being asked, “Do you wish to remove your mask?” Trying to hide his identity, Clarence responded, “In a time of war, people knowing your face is a dangerous thing!”. However, no matter what Clarence was saying, the intelligence of Tharik saw right through it. He pushed until Clarence cracked, showing the face of an old Brotherhood member, “Jakob Carter”, also known as one of the Ruswick leaders, “Swifty Sam”. 

 

Following this conversation, Jakob Carter collapses onto the floor, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, clearly injured from his bandit travels. He would become unconscious from his blood loss, being picked up by the mighty Tharik, assisted by his Brotherhood guard, Jakob was carried to the clinic to be treated. He would be given tippen’s root as well as other herbal remedies to stop the bleeding and wake him back up. Suddenly, as he awakens, he lashes out not knowing where he was, hitting Edyth and being pinned down to the bed. He was fed a herb which put him to sleep, to stop the resistance. 

 

Waking up hours later, after being confronted by Jonathan Frostfire, Tiberius and Otto Sigmar of Haense, he was carried to the cells, eyes widening at he was attached by one hand to the bars of the cell. He was told the crimes he had committed, returning no excuses to why he did so other than he was forced into leaving Haense due to a lover. After pleading guilty, Tiberius chopped off his ear, Jakob falling to the floor screaming, not being able to hear from his right ear, all he heard was a high pitched noise as his old Brotherhood friend Tharik faces him now. “I was once in a position you were in, but not the beast you became. Justice will be served.” He stated, as Jakob looks to him with the eyes of the Brother Tharik once knew, “Tharik, Brother, help…”

 

After Tharik had left Jakob in the cell, Jonathan Frostfire enters the cell, not wanting to hear any words from Jakob, he allowed him to say his last sentence. “Amadeo Clay...I love you.” He stated as his head got ripped off right from his now dead corpse. His head was presented to the Frostfire as a trophy, Swifty Sam the killer of Tyrants, collector of heads and lover to Amadeo Clay was brutally murdered in the cells of Haense. Some would say a relief to Arcas, some would say it was a tragedy, however there is one thing for certain, he left his mark forever.

 

----------- ((No signature was written, signifying the death and absence of Jakob Isaak Carter))

 

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A Norlandic soldier in Morsgrad would look down at the sheet of paper in shock. Swifty Sam was the closest thing to a father Gertild Roar ever had, even if that old bastard wasn’t a good person he gave him a home. Huffing he would through the paper of the side of his guard post on the Morsgrad keep. ”Well I hope you can finally rest Sir, even if you didn't die an honorable death.”   (OOC: is this how this is done, my first post.)

[SK3PTiC_MiSSiON 8]

As Stealthy Skeptic faces the loss of a fallen comrade, a friend in and out of battle, slowly  becomes a part of the past.

“We’re all gonna end up dead sooner or later. Guess your time has come old friend. Rest in peace.” 

[rukio 8924]

Spoiler

 

The voice had been familiar to Edyth Marlow, a once friend who had betrayed her trust not even a year prior. 

 

“Help me. Please.” 

 

The voice had pleaded, blood pooling beneath him. Memories had surged to the front of her thoughts, emotions had struck like a tidal wave. In spite of their differences, in spite of his betrayal, and in spite of her fear of him, Edyth helped carry him to the clinic. A memory of when they’d first met came to mind, of Orenians looking down upon him, wanting him denied from entering the city of Helena. Memories of a young Louisa Antonia showing him kindness. 

 

”It is nice to be praised for my work, considering not many Oren civilians like me.” He had said to Louisa.

 

”You’ve bled for Oren, you’re an ally to me!” The girl had responded with a smile.

 

At the time, Edyth had felt pity for the man, given her own history and heritage. With age, she had grown to trust him, even visiting Ruswick at one point at his request, despite her allegiance still being in the air at the time. She had trusted him then, and he had not betrayed her yet.

 

But times have changed. I have changed.

 

Another memory, of Rubern. Within the warmth of the tavern, Swifty sitting across from Flemius. 

 

”Don’t trust him. He can’t be trusted.” Edyth had warned Flemius once the meeting had concluded. If only she had listened to her own advice.

 

Then suddenly pain, in his sick daze he had struck her across the head, a memory shaking her violently to her core.

 

Trust me, Edyth. 

 

A flashback of her capture. The abuse and shame she endured in Morsgrad, due to his betrayal. 

 

”Respect is all I request.” He’d said within the clinic as he first faced the Brotherhood’s wrath.

 

”Where was the respect when you abducted me?” 

 

”Still scared of me, Edyth?” He had taunted, laughing like a madman. 

 

No, She thought silently. I pity you and your choices in life. And I forgive you.

 

The rest was a blur, he had pleaded, cried for his life, and she had watched on with empathy. His head had been ripped from his body as he spoke a final time of his now soon to perish lover, the gruesome display sickening Edyth. Empathy she felt, but not sympathy. He had chosen his lot in life and had paid the price. Greed and reckless violence had been his downfall, and now the love of his life would pay dearly for it too, at the hand of the dwed, no doubt. 

 

Goodbye, Jakob. May your god show you more mercy than you showed those you hurt in life.

[L_GS 35]

Janus Seadane would read this and sigh. "And now he has paid, although others will want to wish him more deaths. Now falls a bandit, a traitor, a madman, and a friend. I cannot say whether this will be the last time I see someone I know get killed by the Haenseti, but it has most certainly not been the first. May he find mercy wherever he is now."

[Diaolos 204]

Claus would say with a tears filling his eyes “goodbye old friend , i know you were an enemy to haense but you were once my good old friend and you will always be”

[SophiaTsu 185]

Amadeo Clay’s jaw almost hit the floor when she received the news. Her hands shook, her eyes watered, her vision blurred. Her nearby mates asked her to have a seat as she quivered quietly. “They...they took his head.” She relayed to them. Something had managed to wrap their hands around her throat and refuse to allow any air. Her first thought was where she would hold the funeral, but then realized fairly quickly that there would be no funeral. There would be no proper burial. Swifty was dead, dead in a place that she used to call home. Killed by the men she used to call her brothers. Her next thought was one of revenge.

[growingivy 3382]

Ryia would look coldly at what had been written in front of her, “He will not be the first, nor will he be the last” She would shake her head, “But Haense will pay in one way or another. I will make sure of it.”