A protector's fall.... [PK post]

[Diaolos 204]

The sounds of war preparations filled the streets of Haense, and inside a small house at the far East side of the city a tall and a big 40 year old man Started to wear his

armor with the help of his wife, while his daughter watches him with a smile eating her breakfast. Little Maela said to her father Darien Frostfire

"Go get them Papa!"

Darien smiled and pumped his chest "Of course, you know your father always do

he laughed as his wife finished helping him, he glanced at her admiring her beauty and how lucky he is that he won her

he would lean down and give her a kiss before he wore his grandfather's cross and took his helmet waving as he joined the rally

he got in line walking behind Manfred Barclay the man who he served with for the last 25 years, a man who ranked up to the rank of marshal

Darien was an Armsman, he didnt wish to be ranked above an Infantry seeing that he didnt like giving orders but is more than happy to take it from his Marshal

 

“I will do whatever it takes to protect these fine men around me. I will not fall to the hands of the inferi, as I have a family to come back to once this is all over.” this, and many other thoughts would pass through the man’s mind whilst he stood next to many of his brothers in 

the face of danger that had presented itself on the other side of the bridge. Taking multiple wounds to his stature, Darien would continue on fighting; refusing to give up, as he’d stop at nothing to protect his brothers and sisters. Swing~, Swing, Swing... light presented itself to the front, as Darien continued a push to protect the ones he held so dear to him. 

 

“For my Daughter, For my Brothers, For My Wife” He’d continually think through the heavy swings that he’d bring down inferi with. Though, as the light had presented itself, it would be dimmed quite quickly. ~Thunk~. An arrow would abruptly pierce the man’s neck.

 

 It being quite ironic, as he’d turn to see the missed arrow, flung by one of the Haense soldiers had strayed off to pierce his neck. The ones who he had strived to protect. The ones that had sworn to protect him. They had brought him down in a swift fashion. He'd die, as he'd let out a, last, heart wrenching "Krusae Zwy Kongzem" whilst embracing his nations flag before ascending into the seven skies.

 

Darien Frostfire’s wil:

To My Wife Althea: I leave you my house and some of my belongings. and the Earrings i bought and placed for you to give it after battle

 

To my daughter Maela Frostfire: I leave you some of my weapons and the other half of my belongings and my last gift for you the weapon i had requested to be made for you, that my Brother at arms Fyodor will give to you.

 

To my Uncle Zodd Calliban: I leave you our family’s Wavy great sword and the lighter you gave me….

 

To My Uncle Johan Vuiller : I leave you my grandfather's Harlad cross. i hope it helps you as it helped me through many battles.

 

To My Dear friend Sir Ruben Barclay: I leave you my club Gurmmash that i won from a battle with an Orc. seeming you are the only one beside me to handle it.

 

To my first marshal Erwin Barclay: I leave you my Hidden Fang hoping it will protect you when the time comes, PS:dont tell uncle zodd i gave it to you.

 

To my Marshal Manfred Barclay: I leave my trophy of the Scyfling warlord Bralt, i leave you his axe that i took and my spiked boots, in hope you would mash your way through the foes protecting Haense.

 

To my Friend Astoro: i really never memorized your name so….i leave you my weapon Bash, hoping you would pierce your way following Manfred’s in battle.

 

Ending my will i would like to thank those who helped my through my life, and my last words in this will is “Krusae Zwy Kongzem”

[Limo_man 403]

Damn, so many good people be dying tonight

Amelot would look down from the seven skies, tearing up a bit at the sight of Darien following him into the afterlife.
 

[Harald 2875]

As the dust would settle after the last battle Johan would look to the skies as he signed the cross, most of the battle he had spent leading his men and keeping close to the High Pontiff James II  and her Imperial Majesty the Empress. But as the final hit was delivered joy would quickly fill his mind as he’d escort the High Pontiff away from the dessert. Adrenaline would flow through his wains not taking notice to the many wounds he had been given during the battle. He’d follow the High Pontiff to his carriage before sending his men with him to escort him back to the Palatinate. “I shall meet you back in the Palatinate your Holiness. I must tend to the wounded and dead first. And I promised my nephew to speak after the battle.”  James II would give a slight nod with a grin before they would take their leave. Johan would look around for Darien, he was proud of his nephew and of what he had become but as quickly as his face had been filled with joy it would disappear as he saw Dariens body getting carried. He’d fall to his knees with tears rushing down his face once more looking to the skies. “I made your mother a promise to keep you safe..” he’d shiver  as he looked to the ground and his bloodied fist “I’m sorry.. I have failed you..”

 

Once returned to the palatinate and after his wounds had healed the time had come for Dariens funeral. Johan would find his Armor and the trident of the Vuiller family. He’d walk over to he chest he had kept in his personal chambers picking up a Vuillerian banner, a Aurum sword, and a golden cross. They would all be marked with the name of Darien as well as decorated with sapphires and rose leaves, the last thing he would grab was a book written by Dariens grandfather Harald Vuiller. He’d get on his horse and ride towards Haense. Once he got there he’d ask the local Bishop Benedict if he could go over to the body of his nephew. This wish would be granted and Johan would walk over to him placing the banner on his chest, the sword in his hands folded with the cross hanging from his neck. He’d open the book bowing down on one knee whispering something to the body. After he’d sign the Lorraine cross. “We always spoke of having you within our ranks if you’d not been part of this army. But your oath has been fulfilled. I herby declare you Holy Sir Darien Frostfire, the True Flame. You have brought honor to your family, and I could not be more proud. Say hello to your grandfather and mother for me. And I promise that your family will always be under my protection..”  After this he’d place his hand on the side of Dariens head saying a prayer for the departed, then laying the book beside him. Turing around walking off the view the rest of the funeral. His mind would be at peace but this did not last for long. As his eyes would lock onto the shadowy figure of his father the newly elected St. Harald Vuiller.

[Althea 177]

Althea would stumble back from the upstairs window. A hand flying to her mouth to hold in a pained cry, "No, he can't be dead!" Running out her the bakery, she would stumble into the tavern. Blurting out a shaky sentence, "I-Is Darien really gone?" Hearing the response from most of the men at the table she would stumble back, meeting the wall. She started breaking down, holding her hands over her mouth. Getting up from the floor she rushed to her house, but upon hearing the word 'aenguls' from Mio made her SCARED. She muttered out the start of a story, her eyes fixated onto the floor until she got to the now cold home. For the next few hours Althea drank till she passed out.

 

[tadabug2000 4918]

Maela hadn't known of the news as of yet and spent nearly the entire time her father was gone baking cupcakes, making one specifically for him. As the time neared and she heard news that the soldiers returned from the battle, she'd exit the home and made way for the tavern, calling out for her father. Figuring he might be hiding from her, she'd peek under tables and such, until she was eventually stopped and told of the news. "What? He.. was captured by them?"  She questioned, having missed what they meant originally. When it was clarified, she'd slide down against the cobble wall of the tavern, legs drawn up against her and begin to sob, with mutterings of how impossible it was.

[MissToni 3565]

Karolina Barclay welcomed her friend into the seven skies with a wide grin.

 

"Don't worry, you'll get to watch your daughter and wife up from above!" she stated to him as she clapped him on the shoulders. She then brought him to meet the fellow group of deceased HRA members and citizens of Haense.

[NotCube 48]

After Amelot’s death, Daniel tried to not put it to any attention to focus on the battle in hand. Then Darien fell. He tried to focus, but it’s hard when two of your comrades die while you’re looking at them.

 

“Have fun in the seven skies, comrade.” He’d solemnly toast, wondering himself when his time to die is.

[NLThomas 1225]

Jack Reynolds would warmly smiles as he welcomes his old friend Darien Into the seven skies with a large pint of ale "You fought well, now we can finally drink again for all eternity!" he said before giving him a hearthly pat on the back with a laugh as he toasts with his friend

[Sarven 2619]

*He would grimace at the news, his dear friends son had perished in battle and where was he? Sitting in his bed as his frail older self* "Oh Darien... Oh Darien.. where was I.... to save vy.. I am but a failure... Have I broken my promise to Jonathan...?" *Would sign the cross* "Rest well... soldier.. may vy never be forgotten.."

[ColdestPepsi 1176]

Astoro was returning to Haense when a thought came across his mind. "Victory today came at a cost, I am sorry it had to be you who payed said cost." He muttered to himself as he continued along.