[PK] A Raven Takes Wing

[Javert 5594]

THE FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN

 

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It was the dead of night on the 18th of the Deep Cold, 1812. Two old rivals met within the streets of Varhelm City, one a young man longing to please his Clan, the other was one who had seen the horrors of true war. On this night, the two men made their way just outside the city to the arena as words were exchanged. Mentions of Honor and Betrayals long past and the crimes of a man who had changed his ways. No matter what was said between the two men, what is certain is that one of these men would not be leaving the Arena with their life. 

 

Their swords were drawn and the night was quiet, except for the cold northern winds that breezed in the hair of the men. Caesar felt a chill up his spine, perhaps a sign of what was to come, perhaps just the cold. The warriors crossed swords, both wielding the proud weapons of their ancestors. Steel clanged against steel, blood was spilled from the wounds dealt, and tears of sadness were shed. Though they had been foes for years, the two men held an admiration and respect for each other. Even now as they clashed in their final battle, Caesar could not help but think of all the years he had wasted pursuing a man for the crimes against his Father many moons ago. The two clashed for what seemed to be hours, which no doubt it was. The moon was quickly fading, and the warriors knew they must end it quickly. If either was discovered, it would be their body hanging from the Ashwood. Caesar thought to himself for a moment, wondering if this was the night he would finally see his Father Einar again.

 

In an instant, he felt it. The cold steel of a longsword slashing against his throat, splitting it open. As he felt Death coming to grip him, the Sun came rising just over the mountain. Caesar watched the Sun with watered eyes, and though he could not speak he certainly had thoughts rushing through his head. memories of Einar, his older Brothers, his Nephews, Terra, Ancelia, all those who had been dear to him throughout the years. His hand went limp against the cold stone, his mind slowly fading into what he saw as a bright light, and it was over.

 

Caesar Kvitravn was Gone, his body left in the Arena where he had fought to his last and his Father's sword at his side.

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[Timer 1440]

Olav Einarsson Kvitravn weeps as he hears the news of his beloved brother's death, a man who brought honor and glory to the clan of Kvitravn.

[Gandhi 2719]

Carlos Mendez remembers the night of the duel, sitting just upon a ledge, far outside the borders of Norland the aging man ponders to himself, holding the Bear-Slayer in both hands, looking out over the night sky a tear falls from his remaining eye. Quickly standing and lowering the sword into it's scabbard as he turns and walks off. Heading back to wherever he calls home.

 

"I hope you have peace in the end Caesar, you were a true Hyspian and a good man.."

 

Are the only words Carlos mutters as he treks back over the mountains....

[Knights5544 472]

A tear would trickle down from Ser Gustaven von Halsfield's eye, falling off of his face onto a piece of parchment he had been reading from which mentioned the recent passing of Caesar. By the time that Gustaven was finished reading the missive the paper would've been stained with tears. Regardless of the fact that Gustaven and Caesar may have butted heads on numerous occasions, Gustaven knew that Caesar was a "Damn good man - a man who truly knew right from wrong, always making sure to keep himself on the path of Good regardless of the circumstances involved. Our differences aside, Caesar lived as a Good man and resultingly - by happenstance - died as a Good man. May the memory of him live on in our hearts and souls for we need not forget about those like him .. the world is lacking in quantity of those of his caliber. Forgive me, Caesar, for spending more of my life despising you for childish reasons rather than respecting you. I hope that you can understand. Rest in peace, friend." After hearing of Caesar's passing, Gustaven would subsequently spend the remainder of the night much like he would every other night: directionless and lost, dazed and confused .. the alcohol and crippling drug abuse serving as a poor coping mechanism for a broken person. Little by little, those Gustaven would consider "acquaintances" within his life slowly became erased from existence. Seemingly every year somebody that Gustaven knew would pass away. Eventually, Gustaven will suffer the same fate as all of those around him, albeit sooner rather than later in his case, even he knew that.

 

Rest in peace, Caesar, may your legend live on. 

[Crows 117]

Methas would have pure anger when he heard word from some merchant "I shalt find and kill the bastard who did it" 

[bugbytes21 790]

Somewhere in the seven skies, a man by the name of Jose Santiago looks surprised to see a new man enter the gates of heaven, he stops and looks at him, recognizing him from long ago, "Welcome home son" Jose says, giving his son a long needed embrace, walking him into the seven skies.