She Finally Falls [Pk Post]

[bloomtiara 379]

     

The Lady, Jacquelyn Cenobia

She lived decades longer than she'd first believed, starting off as a recruit and traitor.

Under the watchful eye of her comrades and General, she lived years of her life in Helena. Always a human shield, and a medic to boot, keeping up her best effort to aid her fellow soldiers. From hordes of undead to giants, even a large Wyvern and teetering on the edges of insanity, she plowed through. Despite her grievances for fallen family, friends, and comrades in arms, she held her mourning to herself, even despite her family and Husband's worries. Even days before her fall, she stood between beasts and her friends in red and gold.

Years passed, hard work now finished as a Captain in the ISA, where her journey ended.

 

 

Like any other day, Captain Jacquelyn was loitering around the Providence Bastion. Standing to her flank, her one, and only Lieutenant, she talked with him and a recruit who'd been handed off to them- with interests in the third brigade. Other soldiers walked past with different businesses. As per normal, her body was filled with aches and pains, but today seemed off. Her chest hurt, soon lost for breaths, noticed by one of her comrades. Stumbling off, maybe for a nap, she collapsed.

Without a pulse to be found, she was quickly carried off to the clinic and resuscitated with broken ribs to match her terrible state. Groggy, and left with a sparse mind, she was sat up in a bed by the experienced doctor called on by her dear comrades, visited by the soldiers who knew her best. Without the time for anyone else to be called, the soldiers soon wandered off, leaving the woman's body to disappear from her room; leaving the stench of blood.

 

Letters would be sent to the following, soon after news of her death:

 

To her Husband: 

"I'm sorry I died before you, but I always knew I would. Instead of writing something cheesy, I want to say I love you, and you should carry on like you always have without me. Keep your armor well maintained, and any wounds you may get. Remember not to overdo it on the alcohol, give grape juice a try, it doesn't let you spill about your bastards."

 

To Her son, Akello:

"I missed your wedding, and died before you turned thirty, apologies. Remember to keep going on with your goals, though I won't specify. I will dig out from my grave to hit you over the head if you fall off the deep end. Become a good man, and be good to your wife. Love you, my son."

 

To Alexios Komnenos:

"You're a damn bastard, and I wish I were able to spar you one more time. I made it all the way to Captain without getting demoted, Old Man. Don't take this too hard, a few of your war buddies are still standing."

 

To Peter Baldwin:

"I was the one who cut off your ponytail, a few decades ago when you were drunk. Sorry not sorry. You can't punish me now, can you? Live longer than me, a reckless idiot, got that? Don't get crushed by another wyvern, General."

 

To her dear friends:

"I never really saw all of my friends as of recent, before my decline. Some of you might be sad to see this news, some might've expected it. I was nothing more than a soldier marching on, and you guys might have known that. Keep moving, don't stop too long to read this letter. Farewell, my friends. I'll see you again some day."

(Initials and names written on the bottom: AAO, AK, AB, FT, VD, Blossom, and my dear soldiers in the Third.)

 

To lost Family Members:

"I guess i'll be soon to meet you in the afterlife, or maybe not. Whichever of you may be out there I wish you well, and hope you don't care of this news, good luck."

 

 

 

 

Spoiler

All of her scars, built up from her days in the Imperial State Army:

 

[Aplex 115]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6IiHrWlAqo

 

The HIMS Duke of Marna laid quietly anchored amongst the waves of the eastern ocean as the moon crested over the horizon, draining away the last flicker of lights on the solemn eve. 

 

From the officer quarters of the ship came a gentle knock upon a door "Sir - Your wife sent you a. . . letter I do believe" Called out a young coxswain. At the call, a clattering of bottles sounded from within the chamber. "Sir. . . Are you are drinking again?" Spoke the Coxswain as the door was flung open & out stepped an intoxicated Aplex Cenobia. "Hand it here boy - And nevermind the bottles, you'll understand one day."

 

With a grunt to thank the man, Aplex returned back into his room, plopping back down into his unsteady chair. Instinctively his fingers wrapped around a half empty bottle of Carrion Black, taking it up to his lips. It took not even the first sentence message for the elderly man's mood to change. "She has to be joking. . ." His features drew into a grim expression with fire dancing enclosed in his eyes. Through the anger he continued to read up until the last word. 

 

An uneasy silence spread across him only to change into rage the moment after. He jumped from his seat, the crimson armor he carried with him everywhere, dropping violently onto the floor from a nearby armor stand. "GAHH! WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN ME" His visage for a mere moment shifted down to his bottle which he held in his hand & without a second thought it tossed it against the back of the door. From his anger  he only drew madness.

 

Starting with his desk, pieces of furniture sat about his room were overturned & trashed until there was nothing left to destroy. Aplex crumbled down to the floorboards as a single tear rolled down his withered face.  He had finally cracked.

 

Spoiler

Thanks for everything Bloom.
"Velulaei y nae ilumeh Jacquelyn"

 

[Cobbler 809]

Far above the skies, Tovelm would salute the fallen captain

 

"Is that the same Corporal that followed around Aplex everywhere he went? Can't say I'm surprised to see she made it as far as she did. Was always mad I couldn't get you into the fifth when I had the chance, one of my few regrets in life. Though I can say you didn't waste yours. Till next time Jac." 

 

[Mescaffier 6197]

Some place deep within the twisting crypts and catacombs of the Imperial Bastion, a single, guttural shriek rung throughout the sodden halls. A sickening crack thundered from from the hall's torture chamber, within it, a deranged woman. Blood strung across her flesh like a sickly web, coagulating and drying after she'd fallen limp to the several blows - only to wake hours later and be reminded of her predicament. 

 

In the chair opposite of her, laid a corpse, sat up as though to appear living. Though that brunette's eyes had long rolled back into her skull; her muscles had long withered. The body she'd tried to save was a husk. She'd failed to resuscitate and aid in her survival - instead, dooming her to a premature death. And thus, that crazed prophet proclaimed, she, herself must repay such a debt by giving her own soul for causing Jacquelyn's doom. 

 

"Aerial - whatever accursed god lounges within the sky. Return to me, my Captain, and in turn, reap my soul instead," she'd wailed to deaf ears. Finally, after hours of pleading, she'd given up. A terrible stench filled the foyer, of decomposing flesh from the corpse, and her own steadily flushing wound. She'd finally come to some fleeting sense, though as she brought with her news, she also seemed to fervently deny Jacquelyn had died. For, surely, she'd return.

 

She had to.

 

.  .   .

"We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when! Oh, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day."

 

[RoamingRonin 635]

Declan Flynt had heard of the news. He hears everything in this city now. Traveling the streets of Providence alone, hands stuffed into pockets, and a saddened expression plastered on his face. Through the years, he had known Lady Cenobia in passing, seeing her throw herself at enemies and protecting her friends with grace and tenacity to match. 

 

Now, it seemed that this city had lost one of it's best defenders, and this ageless bastard outlived another person he might have even called  "friend". 

 

Rest in Peace, and Godspeed. 

[ErikAzog 3575]

General d'Arkent would bury his face into his hands, going to sigh loudly, "Jack, you were one of my oldest friends, I've known you for almost all my life. I'll miss you dearly, old friend." the General would then lean back into his seat, upset that another one of his long time friends has passed from the old and onto the seven skies.

[Roguechaotic 264]

Alistair takes a long sigh before uttering a soft prayer in his native tongue "Mayþúr rest vel, fyrir þú hafearneðr slíkr með þinn valiant ok sterkr munu" (May you rest now for you have earned it with valiant and and strong will.) ... where ever you go from now....i wish only the best and to one day...see you again he procceds to then pour abit of carrion out unto the grass of the bastion

[MRCHENN 4741]

Simon Pruvia-Provins would read the missive, a tired sigh escaping him. His gloved hand would form into a fist, the cadet placing it in front of his heart for one last salute to the Captain. He did not know her as well, but a part of him felt a fragment of discomfort after he lost another comrade.

[𝖂𝖆𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖓 740]

Lieutenant Robert Archibald Galbraith would draw his Imperial State long dagger moving to solemnly open the envelope placed upon his desk. Reading through the missive a sole tear would linger down his cheek "Bloody hell..." he would mutter under his breathe inhaling deeply as he would move to sign the Lorraine.

[ImDrippedJr 361]

Rotan Ver Cenobia-Komnenos welcomes his mother far above the skies

[JosephVB 6]

Anessén Ka'uhane would look up to the sky as he hears the bird that delivered the letter shrieking while gliding with the strong winds. Letting out a loud whistle, he raises his hand and the bird will land on it. His free hand would gracefully undo the knot of the letter and take it from the bird.

As he reads the letter, he cant help but let his fingers trail through the bite marks on his neck. A long healed wound that put his life at risk but the hands of Jacquelyn saved him.

 

Any expression of happiness would have faded away for this loss. His memory taken from him, but he still remembered Jacquelyn as the woman that saved his life multiple times, the woman that has been his dear friend for a long time and the woman that has helped him to hold himself together when he was going through the darkest moments of his path in Arcas.

 

Anessén would look at the bird and sighs, laying some pieces of fish on his palm for the animal to feed while he whispers to it.

 

"Your Path has ended my dear friend, i would never forget how much you meant for me and after all the suffering you gone through, i am glad that you have finally found peace. You are now one with the wind...one with the ocean...one with the earth...And i know you will be watching me from wherever your god guides you to...See you in the other side my friend"

 

After this last words, Anessén will close his eyes and a tear will slide down his cheek. With a weak whistel, almost cracking, he would lean his hand back and the bird will fly up to the sky once more. Drawing a circle over his heart as he bows his head. Soon looking at his Mayilun,his soon to be born Malii and Elenion, the child that was given by Jacquelyn to be under his care, all who will hear his story about this woman that gave everything of her for anyone.

 

For Anessén, this whisper was a message not to someone in the living realm but someone that their path in this realm has ended. Nemglan, the Princess of the Birds of Prey, will listen to this whisper and she will give the message to Jacquelyn.