For Even a Phoenix May Fall [PK Post]

[Aidoro 464]

 

 

“Icarus flew too close to the sun, but at least he flew”

 

        Sitting up in bed, Ser Aedan Capulei would finish chugging another bottle of Kraken Black, grasping it firmly in his gauntlet and crushing the remaining bottle. In frustration, he’d throw the shards towards the wall, watching as they shimmered in the light streaming in from outside the window of his farmhouse. It had been a few years since Edyth hung herself, but her death still hung over the Knight like a plague. Sure as ever, he soon felt the anger rising in him, anger he couldn’t direct at a specific thing, but pure anger- at the world. Reaching his legs to the floor, he’d take hold of his warhammer, exiting the home.  Rubbing his eyes towards the glare of the hot sun, he would head North, towards a small settlement. 

 

        As he descended further into the forest, he heard the familiar howls of the wolves that inhabited it. After cresting a small ridge, the Knight would spot a small pack of wolves, numbering around six, if the initial sight proved true. As he approached, his eyes would settle on a tree- the tree. Taking another swig of Kraken Black, Ser Aedan grasped his warhammer tighter, charging down the ridge and swinging it with fury towards the closest wolf. Hearing a yelp as the hammer connected with a softened ‘thud’, he turned his attention to the other wolves, lashing out towards them. Soon, the pack of wolves laid dead, but the Knight would find himself unsatisfied. Continuing towards the settlement, he finally came across what he was looking for. A tree- the tree. Settling his gaze towards the towering behemoth, he glared at it, towards the limbs at which Edyth had hung herself from. Pulling some rope out of his bag, he’d toss the rope over a limb, tying a few knots until a noose would be formed. Placing his head through, he’d hesitate, muttering “Nae, niet like this.” before cutting the rope down. 

 

        Staring into the remaining bottle of Kraken Black he carried, he’d douse the base of the tree with the liquid, shaking out every drop he could. Stepping back, he’d look down at this warhammer,  sticking it into the dirt in front of the tree. Removing a knapsack from his back, he pulled out a Brotherhood Issued Flint & Steel, striking the two together, and lighting a torch. Tossing the torch onto the base of the tree, the tree would ignite, flames etching slowly higher onto the tree. Pausing, Ser Aedan would glance backwards towards Haense. Memories would overtake his already weakened senses- Enlisting in the Brotherhood, fighting a hundred foot tall mutated beast in the very same forest, fighting in many battles, the Fire of Reza, being Knighted, Edyth. Glaring once more, the Knight would scream with the last ounce of his breath “AVE HAENSE” charging into the flames, and punching the tree repeatedly with his gauntleted fist. Flames quickly overtook him, spiralling ever upwards, before only fire remained. Thunderclouds would soon gather, spitting rain down towards the tree, extinguishing the flames, and with them, the last of Ser Aedan Capulei’s life.

[Twandhi 384]

The moment Ivan would hear of what happened, his eyes started getting filled with tears: "Why is it always the good men we lose" he'd say with a sigh...

[Diaolos 204]

Claus heared the news about Aedan death and said with a straight face "In the end, he died before me" he then would toss the paper in the fire infront of him, continue drinking his wine

[rukio 8924]

Spoiler

 

A nearby red-winged black bird, watching from the safety of the river

 

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When we are born as Highlanders, we are to live our lives by oath and by action. The second most important oath of our lives is our commitment to family. You have turned your back on your family, on your blood, on your God. - Godric, upon Ashing Edyth.

 

Then Aedan is my only family, Godric, by your own choices.

 

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And this Haense knight who you gave up everything to be with...would he have done the same for you, Edyth?

 

I would like to think so, but I fear I have a bias of the heart when it comes to him.

 

 

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Among those who had passed before him would be Edyth, a seeming health returned to her features, where life and guilt had once stripped it away. Conversation between herself and Katerina faltered as her gaze rested upon the familiar figure. She frowned upon seeing Aedan, though embraced him all the same. They were together once more in death, just as they had been in life. A smile creeps upon her face, torn between despair and joy. She weeps.

 

”I am happy to see you again, my love, though I wish it were not so soon. I had hoped you would live a long life, full of joys I could never bring. Such is death...” 

 

With that, the pair was reunited once more. Not to be divided by blood, by war, or by death.

[Zanthuz 1863]

Ser Nikolaus Kortrevich greeted Aedan to the seven skies with an outstretched embrace.

”You’ve served the Kingdom with great honor Ser Aedan, despite your open forthrightness. Never would I have envisioned you’d ascend your way here as soon as you have but nevertheless, the anguish you faced after Edyth’s passing and ultimately all that you’ve experienced throughout your life has finally come to a close. Rejoice here with your love ones and guide those you’ve left behind to an everlasting state of peace and happiness. With you being one of the last I knighted, you have most definitely made me proud of your many accomplishments that are now paired with your name perpetually.”

[Aidoro 464]

Ser Aedan would remind Claus from beyond the grave that though he died, Claus had died many times before.. but only one decided to meet their friends in the seven skies.

 

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[Sarven 2619]

*Upon hearing the news Marcus would be in disbelief, in shock, the last man of the brotherhood he was a part of has passed, and now stands alone* ”Dammit! Why! Why! What have I done to deserve this! All of my friends fall before me.. and yet... I- I still stand..” *He would solemnly ponder, not even his anvil, what he used to create his great works could satisfy him. He’d go into shock, for a couple days he wouldn’t even glance at his anvil, though through time, he found his solace* ”You were a good man Aedan... a good man... I pray that you shall rest in peace, away from this conflict, and away from these wretches who dare tear us down.. Farewell, old friend...” *He’d make the sign of the cross, take up his grinding stone, and start polishing his blade, for his time would arrive soon and he’d best be prepared...*