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“Red doesn’t remind me of blood, but of the beauty and the loyalty of Haense.”

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[!] A painting of Karosgard, circa 1805.

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Wilheim Othan Elpyne Rutledge

FA 1722 - SA 17 (1813)

Local Grandpa

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               If someone had to describe Wilheim in one word, it would be caring or good-natured. Many knew him as ‘friend’, three knew him as ‘dad’, five knew him as ‘brother’, but only one lass knew him as ‘beloved’. Some called him ‘grandpa’, without actually being their grandpa. This was a man of multiple titles, even if none of them were noble; but how could you know his story at just a momentary glance? Wilheim Rutledge, often called Will, was a Southeron man in his elder years. He had grey hair, stood at 5’11, and gazed with his mother’s blue eyes. He was born in Curon, aiding his father Doctor Matthias Rutledge who unceasingly spent his days aiding the ill and injured. When Curon was unrightfully dissolved years later, Wilheim retired from Lieutenant and moved to the proximity of Haense. There, he built upon his land for his family and remained with Haense since then. When humanity fled to Almaris, Wilheim worked closely to create Karosgard’s public park that was located behind the palace. He then opened a tailoring boutique and spent the remainder of his semi-peaceful days as a tailor.

 

               Despite having a mostly peaceful existence, a lot of days weren’t peaceful. One time he was kidnapped by levitating undead and forced to deliver a message of Nemuritor to every settlement and kingdom. He succeeded in delivering messages to every settlement except he didn’t get the message to Krugmar, Talon’s Grove, and Providence, at which he ran out of paper. One time he voyaged back to Athera, faced a giant Kraken, and climbed the tallest mountain where he planted a banner at the peak as burial for his father. He explored humanity’s past and left his own mark from the present before returning home. There are too many more unpeaceful events, but it would take too long to write them all out.

 

               Wilheim lived a full and adventurous life. However, three people no longer had a father, Haense no longer had its metaphorical grandpa. He was survived by his children and his grandchildren, who were on an adventure in Aeldin when he died.

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[!] A painting of Karosgard’s Park, circa 1805.

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The 7th of the Deep Cold

 

               No one could say this day was normal. The citizens were just returning to normalcy from the previous attacks on their beloved red kingdom. Even as they witnessed their barracks and their palace attacked, the people of Karosgard still stood steadfast. The old man was ever thankful that the flames from the barracks did not spread to his home, which lived right across from the barrack’s entrance. Wilheim was a slow man, often taking his morning stroll around Haense. Despite being at an overripe age of ninety-one, this man was not so easily fooled. So it struck him as odd that a large wagon of haybales sat beside the tavern and left unintended for Godan knows how long. He glanced it over with a frown, before heading up towards the palace. Inside, he spotted a group of ladies speaking with Queen Mother Isabel. The man wanted to voice his concerns but stopped as he didn’t want to worry the ladies, and he didn’t want to cause any concern for panic. So, he simply left the palace to let them continue their talk. Wilheim circled the cart for a while, before departing to get a drink to calm him. He was still on edge after all due to the previous two attacks on Haense. When he arrived back at the cart, he spotted a young guard sitting right on top of the hay. It was Marie Barclay, a lass of nineteen years. He managed to shoo off the resting Barclay, exclaiming that no one would want to eat bread made of wheat that was sat on. In truth, he was just worried that anything out of the ordinary could be another disaster; which was only further supported by Marie saying the same thing. Nonetheless, she left to go rest elsewhere.

 

               It was then a few moments later that a peasant man appeared, making moves to mount the cart. Wilheim was relieved, guessing that it was just the driver of the cart beginning to depart from Karosgard. The old man turned around, spotting young Otto August playing in a corner of the stall behind him. Relieved, Wilheim tapped on Otto's shoulder to get his attention. They had quite a discussion about the baby Bokolos that Otto was caring for, reminding him to be diligent in his studies. It was soon to be a short discussion after Otto finally asked for Will’s name, as Will had not introduced himself for the past week. Once the two were properly introduced, they shook hands. Wilheim didn’t even realize the cart hadn’t departed, or that the peasant lit a fuse. One could say it was lucky for Otto that the cart exploded. For if they didn’t shake hands, Will wouldn’t have had enough time to pull the boy into an embrace to shield him from the explosion as they were both knocked forward. Otto suffered injuries to his hand, but Wilheim suffered injuries to his entire back from the shrapnel and the sudden blast. There, behind them, raged on a pile of fire and debris, and burning straws of hay rained from above.

 

               Otto August stood afterward, the old man kneeled and leaning against him. Will wanted to say something, but he had no strength left in him. All he could do was softly squeeze the young lad’s shoulder once before faceplanting on the ground beside him. The man was dead, the square was on fire, and the blonde man at the table cried in pain.

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               Otto August stood afterward, the old man kneeled and leaning against him. Will wanted to say something, but he had no strength left in him. All he could do was softly squeeze the young lad’s shoulder once before faceplanting on the ground beside him. The old man was dead, the square was on fire, and the blonde man at the table cried in pain at the bits of shrapnel stuck in his body. That was the end of Wilheim Rutledge, glued to the floor of the city square. He laid deceased at ninety-one, people staring in disbelief at this man’s final moments. Wilheim was headed to the Seven Skies, to his wife, to his ancestors, to his friends. He was lifted and sent to the clinic to lay to rest. However, things weren't over yet. It seemed that the Hound poltergeist that often visited, seemed to visit once more. Wilheim's body, defenseless against the poltergeist, was unable to keep from being possessed. The poltergiest possessed his corpse and animated it for one final time. The corpse rose with black eyes and was without breath, the blooded figure turning towards the patients in the room and letting out a horrid screech and coptic words. It caused patients to spring from their beds and flee the clinic. The poltergeist left moments later, leaving Will's corpse to smack against the ground once more. Things were quiet from then on, the man finally resting in his eternal slumber, his soul headed for the blessed Seven Skies.

 

               It would be depressing for some, to know that Wilheim no longer walked among the living.

               But those who were close to him knew that Wilheim didn’t really die. 

               They only said that the man changed his address instead.

 

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Maisie d'Arkent would sigh out, deeply saddened by the news of her mentor passing. "I shall have to find his family... Give them my best wishes." she'd mutter quietly out to the wind. Hoping to continue to honor the man's name and his teachers to the youthful girl.

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Otto August continued on his day as every other: waking up, feeding his birds, conversing with the fellow townsfolk, then going on his daily adventures. Though his schedule hadn't been impacted, none of his family had been hurt, and he came out with just a minor wound, for some reason the loss of the old man pained him ceaselessly. Perhaps it was the old scratched up walking cane the boy continuously stared at, or watching the possession of the man who had just passed before him, or ultimately just the fact he had lost someone who tirelessly worked to help and teach him.

"Papej?" The boy asked his father, who was trying his best to make a meal for his children

"Da, Otto?" He'd respond simply, focus fixated on his cooking

"Mister Wilheim is really niet going to return is he?" He would return, glaring to the cane leaned against the wall

"Nie, he will niet Otto. Mister Wilheim is happy again enjoying his time in the seven skies." 

Otto wouldn't respond to this, content with just the answer that the man was happy once again. He deemed it appropriate that he should put the old mans cane into his closet where he would see it frequently, it was a better home for it than the streets or than it be used as firewood. It wasn't even the greatest of canes as it was a simple piece of wood with a curved end to grasp, but it was a constant reminder of the bravery and sacrifice an aged old man once showed to him. Wilheim Rutledge would certainly never be forgotten by Otto.

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Vivaca Rutledge sobbed, upset at her twin brother’s passing “My brother was an amazing person. May he rest in peace.” 

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2 hours ago, Mio said:


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Still making me sob hours later jesus-- funny thing is I always thought Wilheim was gonna die as a barely known persona who was never remembered or never became anything because I never played him enough ; _ ; so I just resorted to playing him as a grandpa--

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Nicole Rutledge welcomed her husband to the Seven Skies. Happy to be with her ‘beloved’ for the rest of eternity. 

 

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