Drew2_dude 2130 Popular Post Share Posted March 31, 2021 (edited) Spoiler Here Comes The Sun (Remastered 2009) A BEAR’S FINAL SLUMBER The Sigil of House Baruch, circa. 313 E.S. The aged Baruch Lord, up in his years, roamed the countryside of Valwyck per his usual routine. Sigmar loved the rolling hills by Lake Voron, and would stroll them frequently, he enjoyed the quietness of the North, and more importantly he enjoyed the solitude it afforded him, away from the bustling city of Karosgrad and the noisy family members he’d grown to tolerate yet still slightly resent. A portrait of Sir Sigmar, circa. 356 E.S. Now almost two decades since his beloved wife Marya had passed, he liked to reminisce on his younger years and his time with her along with his cousins and dear friends, fondly recalling their monthly dinners in Ayr. Terrence, Erich, Joren, Marya, Henrik, Konrad, and Karl; they’d all been long gone by now. Nevertheless, he only looked back with fondness on those days, even the darkest ones, from the War of Two Emperors to Haeseni cultural renaissance. He missed the old days, something he always found ironic considering all the troubles and strife that it was filled with. A portrait of Sir Sigmar, Circa. 287 E.S. Sigmar had accomplished a lot in his life, but he was most proud of his family legacy, something he would never tell them. He was proud of his sons and his grandchildren, the family he had inherited on the verge of its collapse, now a cornerstone of Haeseni nobility and culture. As he neared the end of his stroll, he found a tree, a sturdy oak near the lake that he would lay under for shade against the sweltering heat. There he would close his eyes, dreaming one final time of all that had been, and all that had not. Rest in Peace Sigmar Joren Baruch, HKML 1709-1813 | 262-366 E.S. Duke of Valwyck: 1748 - 1753 Count of Ayr: 1715 - 1753 Lord Speaker of Haense: 1733 - 1753 Aulic Envoy of Haense: 1736 - 1753 House of Commons: 1765 - 1774 Jovenaar of Haense: 1789- 1813 Royal Advisor of Haense: 1753 - 1813 Spoiler Credit to @Tigergiri for the art! Edited March 31, 2021 by Drew2_dude 49 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Legoboy7984 2411 Share Posted March 31, 2021 Ser Robert Vyronov laughs seeing Sigmar arrive in the seven skies. "Well...well.. well.." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MikoMonster 1393 Share Posted March 31, 2021 Annaliese Baruch-Kortrevich welcomes her father into the Seven Skies with open arms. She had always been his favorite, and he hers. “Welcome home, Papej. It’s been too long. It’s time to rest.” 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zanthuz 1834 Share Posted March 31, 2021 Ser Nikolaus Kortrevich sat idly as he reminisced of an eventful tournament held at the Principality of Rubern oh so many years ago, he recalled loosely of his young Baruch nephew loudly conversing with King Andrew III with a lager in hand. As such, he recalled of the many moments he himself stood in silent protest to the boisterous young Count, despite his many trying efforts to open-up the reserved Paramount. In doing so, the then former Duke of Valwyck ascended to the seven skies that flew above, Nikolaus offered a warm embrace as his many friends the likes of; Terrence, Erich, Henrik, Konrad and Karl stood awaiting their turn to welcome their friend. “One-hundred a four years old, my oh my. I can’t say I’m at all surprised nephew, you were one who placed a distinct emphasis on keeping active even as you grew into your senior years. Come on, then. There’s no reason to look back now, for your kin will look after your House and your fellow compatriots will look after the Kingdom you’ve left behind.” Somewhere sitting by his lonesome, Sigmar’s far-more attractive twin brother, Eirik Baruch sat as he waited for his stubborn brother to join him and his family. “Ah though’t ye would’ve been more s’tubborn and wait’ed anothah year ohr two to call it quit's.” he’d offer a hearty chuckle before scurrying off as he noticed his god forsaken wife Marjorie walk on over to greet her brother-in-law, Sigmar. Sir Viktor Kortrevich tended to the vineyards of Krusev before making his annual travel to Valwyck where he would suddenly hear of his father-in-law’s passing. An overwhelmingly deep sense of melancholy overcame him before he himself took a moment to recall his own wedding day now over fifty-years ago, he remembered the few words that his father-in-law uttered to him as he finished walking his daughter, Marya down the aisle. Despite such utterances being consistent of just a few words, he heeded them throughout his entire life; from the time he married, to the time the Golden Crow Chronicles began publication and into his life of politics and later journalism. In doing so, Viktor looked to an aging Matyas, the grandson of Sigmar and simply stated; “By Mountain, River and Coal.” 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
erictafoya 2283 Share Posted March 31, 2021 "And when we needed him the most, he vanished..." Igor said, referencing the current situation on the attempted assassination of His Majesty "Truly, a man of great service and a man I wished to meat as Speaker to former Speaker. A missed opportunity, but may he rest well in the skies..."Somewhere in the Seven Skies where Ser Ivan had finally ascended to, he greets his uncle with a simple nod "I know I wasn't the perfect man throughout my life, though I eventually became the man I was due to your teachings. No man has done more than you have. No man... I thank you, uncle."In the depths of the void, Erik looked up and smiled a bit, despite his eternal damnation "You've done your House proud, despite niet being raised by any parents... May you rest in peace nephew" 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
hippo 623 Share Posted April 1, 2021 Matyas Baruch played his bagpipes alone on Lake Voron after the passing of his grandfather. The moment of tranquility and genuineness wouldn't last, however, as later that night he'd break out into one of those mad fits, saying something about Scyflings over and over, and not recognizing his close family. Perhaps it was his way to mourn. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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