The End of Sir Henry

[Taketheshot 3834]

 

The End of Sir Henry

 

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It was a normal day for Sir Henry, a day of victory, a day of celebration. With the reveal of his magnum opus a hand drawn map of the Empire and a seat in the house of commons the man had done so much with his life In his years of service and he was determined to do more. Walking out of his shop to speak to Frederick Tueffel about a new sword he sought to be made, it was then the sounds of scuffle and shouts rose from Helvets Six. Sir Henry and Frederick Tueffel rushed inside to see a wounded Solicitor General Wick standing against the stairwell with a man in the room, in quick fashion the pair detained the man and hauled him to jail as the Solicitor General was taken to be tended to.

 

As the assassin was booked into jail another issue remained, Gino Falcone who was needed for questioning having attended the scene had slipped away, pacing throughout the streets of Providence Sir Henry decided to check the building once more. Walking up the stairs into the attic the old man gasped witnessing an undetected third man hiding upstairs and in the process of attempting to murder a teenage witness “HALT! IN THE NAME OF HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY!” Sir Henry shouted as he reached for his blade, the hooded assassin threw the teenage boy against Henry knocking him against the bannister as the assassin flew for the stairs “STOP! STOP NOW!” Sir Henry shouted pushing the wounded teen aside as he threw himself down the stairs after him, as he reached the landing the assassin withdrew a crude but sharp barbed iron crossbow bolt, unable to stop his momentum Sir Henry flew into the man slamming him against the wall as the barbed bolt plunged into his chest. The scuffle ensued as the pair pushed and heaved against one another. Sir Henry threw fist after fist at the assassins face as the assassin drew the bolt out and inserted it again in quick motion repeatedly blood pouring over the pair. Viktoriya Denurem arrived in quick fashion, and knocked the man out with a swift blow to the head, dragging him down the stairs on pure adrenaline the group dragged the assassin to the ground floor as the Imperial State Army carried him off to jail, collapsing to the ground Sir Henry looked to the ground witnessing the multiple stab wounds to his chest. In quick fashion the teen Golem Vuiller and former president Keaghen Armas carried him to the clinic where medics and mages alike set to work. It was to no avail, as light surrounded him Sir Henry was carried into the operating room where desperate life saving surgery was attempted, bursting into the room Ledicort witnesses his friends' final moments Sir Henry gasped as he looked to his friend “You were like a son to me Ledicort.” Ledicort rushed aside him as the old man spoke once more. “Promise me something” He said between bated breath. “ANYTHING!” Ledicort spoke sharply, Sir Henry looked over to the man he had mentored “WIN.” He said “For the Empire, for the Nationals, for everyone… WIN.” With that Sir Henry’s body shuddered and stopped. 

 

Sir Henry Marshall, the oldest man in the Empire, had died.

 

Sir Henry had fought gallantly over nearly an entire century, from fighting at the side of Joseph I, to waging fierce urban combat in the Drumm Hall Coup of Ves to Leading men in the charge against the Inferi foe, ninety five years of consecutive service to the Empire, from the day he picked up a blade to save Joseph I against an assassin from Renatus to saving the Solicitor General from the same fate.

 

 

Major Sir Henry Marshall, Representative Elect

1700-1804

 

“I grow tired of your Inaction constable, if you refuse to do your job I will do it myself and he will not see the inside of a courtroom”

-Sir Henry Marshall to Sherriff Trillian Sentinel during the MOJ Abuse scandal

 

[BobBox 3798]

Somewhere - A large being heard of the events from a friend. It paused in its daily routine, something in which it did not normally do. "I believe I remember this one, Yes." It said in a calm tone as  its gaze moved over the waters in front of itself. "I will reflect on this, as it upsets me."

 

A Young Elf heard of the man's death as he kicked up his feet onto a nearby table. Grabbing a bottle of booze, he took a long sip. "You're telling me - my favorite smith is dead? What's a man to do now?" He asked no one before sighing and raising the bottle. He soon downed it in the name of his dear friend.

 

The Basrid Boy frowned, soon turning to his friend Val, prepared to comfort her as he mentor had died. "I'm sorry to hear of this, Val. Here's to hoping for better days, ai?" He asked, soon moving to help with the jewelry shop as he was needed.  @Jtit

[Da_Emperors 1987]

Ledicort d’Azor would hold onto Sir Henry Marshall’s hand as he would remain still, seeing the life from the man fade away. His fragile mind would shift further and further from sanity as the mix of anger, rage and sorrow would tear at him from every angle. As Henry passed. Ledicort would lose his ability to keep control, he would curl his fingers into a fist as the emotions would slip. He slammed the fist into the wall as he screamed, “HENRY!!!” The fist would break into the wood as a trickle of blood would pour from his knuckles as his fury continued.

 

After some time he would compose himself as he would inch closer to Henry and lower himself to his level upon the table. He would sign the Lorianee cross and move to take an emblem of such and place it upon his chest. He would move his hands to hold it upon his chest as he then whispered. “Sir Henry Marshall, the Holy Orenian Empire shall remember you as a man of the highest honor, courage and dedication to our country. Your name will live forever in the texts for what you have given -- everything.” He would pause for a few moments another tear would trickle down, his face would be mixed with the dried and fresh alike. “You were as if a father to me, took me in the second, you given me aid in my most trying times, and you blessed my union to Juliana and crafted the very rings we shall pass to our children for when they wed.” He would move to wipe the dried tears as he would hold back, “I love you comrade, I shall never let your name fade……..Sir Henry Marshall.”

[ErikAzog 3575]

"Henry Marshal. Sir Henry. A man, a myth and a legend, to have dedicated so many of your years. I am truly honored to have served alongside you in the Imperial State Army. You were an Inspiration to the men and women of the ISA, you fought when the odds were stacked against you. Truly comrade. You will be missed." The General would then return to the Bastion, going off to prepare the medals that the Good Sir had earned in his extensive career, also commissioning a painting of the man so that he may hang it on the wall of Heroes.

[Lord of Boars 556]

Somewhere, off in a cave, Gry'smuth the Owynist dwarf sheds a single tear.

[TheIchorDruid 1986]

The day had blurred for the Solicitor General, her consciousness flickered between sleep - the assassination attempt on her life had deemed Ophelia weakening. Yet, amongst the agonizing pain that had left her almost immobile, the news that befall her ears thrummed much more.  "Nie, Nie -- you cannot tell me he is gone! H-He managed to.. grant me my life.. at what cost?! He.. is gone?" The woman snarled out as a wave of sobs took over her bedridden frame. 

[MRCHENN 4741]

reserved

[SortedJarhead 817]

Having carried Henry to the hospital, Keaghen went to wash the blood off himself while the doctor worked. Upon returning he found a mourning hospital. Filled with disbelief, he sat in the hospital unable to move for many minutes before a single tear shed down his rosy cheek.

The rest of that night Keaghen spent in the tavern alone, wondering how he let a man die in his arms. He drank away the shame, and dreads to see that empty seat in the HoC.

 

[FunOnTheBun 67]

"Ironic, innit?" Soloman Raven would say, rubbing his belly thinking of what the man had wished of him only a saints day before.

 

[Marilyn Monroe 362]

Johanna Pruvia-Albarosa remembered the kind man once he entered the Seven Skies. “Where’s that pearl necklace I ordered?...” She’d jest, jokingly, being reunited with an old friend. 

[AzumaPan 30]

"a Hero leaves us today, may Sir Henry rest in the seven heavens" the youngest Vuiller that carried Sir Henry to the clinic with Armas prays for the soul of the Hero

[Harald 2875]

Reserved

[Burnsider 4566]

Nicolas Barclay hung his head as he heard the news. He had known Sir Henry for only a year or so, but he had grown accustomed to stopping in his store as he walked to and from the cathedral on a near daily basis. Their talks had never been extensive or too deep, but they meant a lot to this simple knight, working his way through troubled times.

 

He knelt in the street where the crier had delivered the news before running on and gave a prayer to GOD for the respite of his friend's soul and that he be welcomed into the Skies. Then, the knight made a vow.

 

His Excellency, Holy Sir Nicolas, Equestor-Imperator and Praefectus Castrorum of the Supreme Order of Exalted Owyn rose to his feet, adding another mission to his already burdened yoke. Sir Henry's killers would see justice done upon them.

[KosherZombie 1772]

John Charles was sitting alone in Trissingham when the news reached him. He had no words. Henry was the man who taught him what he fought for, the man who recruited him to the ISA. The man who trained him. While he sat there, alone, tears came to his eyes. When Peter Amadeus died, he’d taken up a sword. When his grandfather died, John hadn’t cried. When his mother died, John had held his head high, knowing what his people needed to see. When Henry died, he didn’t know who to blame. He didn’t know who to fight, he didn’t know what he had to do. Henry was a mentor, a soldier, a living embodiment of the soul of the nation. John had spoken to the old man, a few days before the election results had been published. Henry told him that he knew his life was nearing its end, but that he had unfinished work with the commons. Unfinished work. That is what John remembered now. He wiped away the tears, and moved to the window, looking out toward the cathedral. He saluted the Major. 

[Cobbler 809]

Alexander d'Arkent would sigh as he stepped into the cage of the killer of Sir Henry, the man who crafted his wife's wedding band and had been a friend to him all of his life. He raised his eyes to the crazed man who repeatedly beat his head into the cell bars, his hands began to glow red...