The Incorrigible Desolation

[Suicidium 1295]

 

 

Ulmsbottom Estate

 

Ertaubleierwald Province, Canton of Vaud, Realm of Aeldin.

 

Cascading waves veiled the stampede of hooves trampling across the trodden path. Shadows in motion through the seamless fog, nothing could fill the aching emptiness left within their hearts. There would be only despair this day. With the golden sun disappearing beneath the mountains, a looming silence arrived upon the fort. 

 

The gateman positioned upon the walls hammered ice off his windlass. There was fear of what was to come within him, yet his visage remained unchanged. All knew. Shrieking its protests, the portcullis rose as the riders entered. Piths of melancholy engulfed those that watched from the sides, the defining quintessence was that labels were abjured. Wonder means worry. The rules demand a show of indifference.

 

Another gateman proclaimed their arrival, but there was no rush...For Lord Benedictus, in the flesh strode out to meet those who arrived. The rules call for casualness, for a pretense that guts are not churned with dread. He was only met with coldness and disdain, as a lock and chain were produced into sight.

 

That was all it took for a man, once called the ‘Silver Bear’ in his realm to be caged. An irony, when he had tousled and fought for his people. Begrudging rivalries. Once swirling with oratory strength that was beholden to no man. Pervading a determination to succeed was a reminiscence of an age-old proverbial that totaled irony. Now what is only left is the consequences of his actions to be weighed in the afterlife. 

 

An ornate silver key was handed into the hands of a slender cloaked individual with hauntingly green eyes, A whispering echoed from the keep when the hood was pulled off to reveal Siegfried placing the key into a metallic lockbox completed with the Ashford seal. The night has come to its conclusion. There was no protest, no grand display of drama for the masses, nothing substantial for history to remember but yet another leader brought low by the whimsical changes of power. 

 

As the fog began to lift the very next morning, an unmarked ship slipped out of port by the seamless southern vineyards. An old Savoyard stood stoic as he watched the departure of the ship. Biding God above to bless his kin.  Avoiding bloodshed needed a thread through a needle, necessitating surmountable circumstances. The wheels had begun to turn once more for this proud family that has always persevered above all else. 

 

 

 

Ooc summary. Explaining the absence of Eugeo’s father as being arrested in a power struggle, as well as serving as his reason for coming to Arcas. Keen on writing more familial roleplay and lore in the future! My discord and forums are always open if you are interested in helping or offering criticism. Hope you enjoy the read!

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