A LETTER OF RELEASE

[libertyybelle 6187]

A Letter of Release

 

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[!] A letter and document is spread to the public of Helena after a few days of rumors about the death of the Baroness, Mary Lucille.

 

If this letter finds its way into the hands of anyone it is deemed I am dead. As I write this my hand shakes and I cannot bare to think of me ever leaving my children and family but in case of such events this document is my final word. Here be it- I am forsaking my position of Baroness of Carrington. Removing whatever claim I have for the title and beseeching my sister as regent to the title until my eldest son turns of age. My properties go to Mary Jane, my title goes to Mary Jane. My children are under custody and rightfully are to be guarded by Mary Jane and Mary Vespira. 

 

My husband, as he is a Paladin, is not fit to hold the title in my absence. He is not fit to be guardian over my ilk so in my duty as a mother I see to give my children to my sister to be raised. As my father’s eldest, as the rightful heir to Carrington, as the woman I have been raised to be. My decision is final. May my death not be in vain.

 

Mary Lucille d’Arkent

Baroness of Carrington,

[AnonymousAlexa 3890]

The young Victoria Anne d’Arkent waddled home from where the carriage had dropped her off, after her visit to the Holy Palatinate with her mother. She held her bunny plushie in one hand and a cookie in the other. The joyful youth entered the Carrington Manor, munching happily on her cookie. The halls of the manor were cold and eerily quiet, though the girl took no notice of such. She climbed up the stairs, heading for her bedroom, where she spent the next few hours playing with her toys and reading simple childrens’ books. As night fell, she wondered where her mother was to tuck her into bed. As the minutes passed, she became more drowsy, struggling to keep her eyes open. ”Mama?” She spoke softly, glancing around her room aimlessly in hopes to find her mother. Despite her exhaustion, she refused to sleep until her mother had tucked her into bed. As the hours went by, she eventually conked out on the floor, still awaiting the return of Mary Lucille...

[venclair 713]

Eleanor eyed the missive with knitted brows, wondering what on earth has been happening with her family. Pinching the bridge of her nose in slight vexation, she would only release a sigh while sliding the piece of parchment away form her gaze. Reading it bewildered her, as it stated she would be deemed dead upon being received the letter, yet she mentions returning.

[DahStalker 3692]

Hillith looked upon the parchment with a gentle furrow of her brows, feeling sorrow for the young Joseph d’Arkent, lips drawing downward in pity. ”How horrible.” She would muse, head shaking. ”To rid a father of his children, how dreadful.” 

[sergisala 3451]

Sir Edward Galbraith drops a tear after hearing of the legal death of her friend Lady Mary Lucille d'Arkent "May God bless you, old friend. Rest in peace." The Minister of the Crown would sign the Lorraine after cleaning his tears with his hands.

[rukio 8924]

Adelith spits on the grave, should she ever find it. “I always hated you, you psychotic *****, and this insult against your husband for being a paladin only further cements my opinion. May my siblings rest a bit better knowing you’re not going to walk Arcas anymore.” 

[SerFinnick 445]

Philip pours a shot of strong Helenan whiskey, before downing it and pouring another for his old friend, leaving it on the counter of the Dragon’s Rest as he makes his way out, hiding his tears as he heads swiftly toward his residence. 

[libertyybelle 6187]

(OOC: The returning part was a typo, please disregard- I forgot to remove it.)

 

[peachcool 602]

Alpha sat on her balcony, the feeling of cold wind brushed against a few drying tears as she read the letter. The sounds of crashing waves grew louder as the wind picked up. She’d idly take a sip of Mary Lucille’s- and her fathers favorite green wine as the all too familiar feeling swept over her. “To think it would end like this.” she’d comment to herself as she wrapped herself in a fur blanket – she’d look over Selm with a feeling of melancholy as she tossed the letter into the water below.

[Blanchables 528]

Charles Augustus would scamper about the estate grounds, sheep plush in one hand and stick in the other, as he investigated the strange happenings around the manor. The staff would speak in hushed whispers, which would cease when Charles’s presence would appear to them, replaced instead with a newfound guise of imitation smiles, their eyes reflecting a newfound sadness at the boy’s loss of parents. Charles would, at this time, not be aware of his newfound situation, and would return their pitiful smiles with a charming one of his own, though one could argue his was just as counterfeit as their’s. Behind the stone columns of the garden, Charles would scowl at the staff, listening in close to their hushed tones and words of gossip. ”...And she just left! Nobody’s seen her! And now their Father isn’t permitted to raise the children! And poor Charles...He has no idea.”  But the impoverished fools have just given him the idea, unbeknownst to them. Charles’s mouth would hang slightly agape at this news, his reaction stunned and shocked. His plush would fall from his loose grip, becoming damp on the wet grass as he mulled over this state of affairs. His eyes would gloss cold over a newfound realization, and a steely determination would befall him. He’d remove a small notebook from his pouch, examining the various words sloppily written in his own text.

 

 Number One: Thou art in charge when Mother is away.

 

Charles knew what must be done. He quickly ran outside the estate and shifted the soil with his hands, creating a hastily made hole in the ground.  He’d give one final look at his plush, giving it a tight embrace before dropping it inside, scooping handfuls of soil on top of the hole. The seven year old knew the time for childish things had come to an end. It was time to grow up.

[cappor 563]

Vilren paused upon the letter’s arrived; glancing around the Helena square in sudden terror he’d dig the letter beneath his garments, slowly beginning his commute to Sutica. As the ‘ker began to grieve the death, abruptly a faint knock is heard at his door. When opened, the letter dropped from his hand as he stared at the once known figure.

[kuerbis 3802]

Thea blinked a few times upon reading the letter. Her mouth stood slightly agape. She’d furrow her eyebrows faintly, her lips drawn into a thin line. Slowly, the woman rose from her chair, going towards the old wine cabinet in her manor. She poured herself a glass of whiskey, going to down it with one gulp. Afterwards, the woman moved a hand up to the bridge of her nose, pinching it. She spoke; “Poor children, poor Joseph and poor Alpha... She didn’t deserve this, despite our differences...”

[chaosgamer_ 764]

Nicholas John d’Arkent would read the missive. He’d find himself in an awful state of self blame now that he realizes he hadn’t spend that much time with his cousin. ”May you rest in piece.”

 

Alexander Joseph d’Arkent would hear the news of  his deceased niece. He was still surprised about his sister’s sudden impulse that caused her to basically name all her children Mary  “You know, I should interact more with my Carrington Cousins.. Before it’s too late.” He’d say before walking off through the gardens of Selm to his brewery cellar.

 

A certain Kharajyr merchant named Rha’kir would hear the news. He’d remember the small shop that sold honey that was run by Mary Lucille at the age of 6. He’d feel a grim feeling that would become worse when he realized he knew her by a different name

[rep2k 3192]

As he was leaving the office, Alfred Barclay received news of Mary Lucille’s death. He shook his head, thinking it was another lie by people who are bored in life. Yet, as he went to Helena, he realized that her death was real. He blinked a few times, looking for the nearest bench to sit on. He didn't cry, but it wasn't easy for him either, because he remembers hanging out with her and her sisters, spending time together, but that was the end of it now. "God, enlighten her way to Seven Skies ..." he muttered, signing a lorraine cross..

[neii 130]

From within her bedchambers, a certain girl veiled in red sobbed. With her mother’s disappearance, so many questions arose. “Why had she left? Was it I who made her do so? Just who was that strange purple elf?” Left with the unshakeable feeling that she had been the one to drive her mother away, all the red girl could do was cry hopelessly into her bed sheets, thinking of the unfairness of it all.