[PK] A Duke's Peace

[ErikAzog 3575]

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The Duke of Sunholdt, 1750

 

Within the Hospital laid an elderly man in military dress, his final hour upon him, and he could not help but weep silently as his final hours passed, he recalls his memories of youth, his enlistment to the Imperial State Army, his first kill, the birth of his first child, his daughter, along with the faces that made his life what it was. He wept for his journey had come to an end. His mind would shift back to Arcas, as he sat by a fireplace surrounded by his comrades on a starry night, what a pleasant memory he thought. 

Looking to the ceiling of his hospital room, he would smile thinking back on all of the names that had impacted him within the Imperial State Army, Carsten Helson, his first Lieutenant, Matthias Stafford, Aplex Wynn, Jacquelyn Cenobia, Pyrite Dern, Stevron Shadowsteel, Willem Galbraith. The first iteration of the 3rd Brigade, his first companions. with them in mind, he would turn to his youngest Son that remained with him on his deathbed, instructing him to write...

 

“To the Imperial State Army,

How many years have I served alongside each and everyone of you? I lost count at this point. Once I was like you, finding my way in this world, I signed up for the Army because of war and patriotism. But in the Army I found something, a connection with you, my comrades. That is what drove me to remain in the army, finding those like minded people who I built a relationship with. They all came from different backgrounds, nobles wishing to further their name, commoners attempting to forge their own path, even criminals pressed into service. We all found our place in the ISA. If only I could give more of my years and time to you all… but my time comes, even as I write this my health is failing, the future is always uncertain comrades. The duty of the Army is to ensure that whatever uncertainty comes to the Empire’s doorstep that we’re ready to defend and uphold the values that we’ve built upon. Do not falter because I am no longer here, because I will be with you all of the way despite my death. 

 

-2nd Duke of Sunholdt, General of the Imperial State Army, Peter Baldwin d’Arkent.”
 

”To the d’Arkent family

We’ve grown to be one of the most prominent families in the Holy Orenian Empire, I know that our future is secure. Never falter my descendants, for you have my blood running in your veins. Years of service is what makes our name stand out from those other families. We d’Arkents are nothing but loyal to the Crown which has been so benevolent to us for our dedication. But always remember our family remains together, despite the hardships and any troubles that may arise from within, stick together and you will overcome any obstacle. 

 

Much love, Peter Baldwin d’Arkent.”

 

Not long after his Holiness would speak with the elderly d’Arkent to give his final confession to the Pontiff, he heard the words "Be at Peace, Peter." Peace that is what he strove for all of his life, a world without conflict, a world where the Empire would be free of any danger and calamity.  With those last few words echoing in his mind, he would shut his eyes, finally finding a well deserved rest.

PETER BALDWIN D’ARKENT
DUKE OF SUNHOLDT
GENERAL OF THE IMPERIAL STATE ARMY
1734-1814
 

[libertyybelle 6187]

Within the sevens skies- an old Baroness from years ago rests with a cup of wine in her palm. She lifted her brow upon the Duke entering the peaceful serenity. 

 

"Ah- Uncle. Thought you would never join me, you old bat." A grin rested on her face as she lifted the cup to him. "Wish to play some Carrington Craps?"

[Mannyy 982]

    The Young Baron Carrington weeps quietly into his mothers robes as his Great-Grandfather takes his final breaths before him. Wilhelm reflects over the fishing trip he took with the Duke days earlier, with his own Grandfather Joseph d'Arkent. He will never forget the wise words Peter had uttered unto him during the trip, and will always regret not having spent more time with him when he had the opportunity.

[BobBox 3798]

A Basrid sat in his chair, eyes moving over the various trinkets, papers, and other items scattered across the room. The fire flickered as he heard a knock on the door - "Who could it be now?" he wondered. He opened the door to a servant, who handed him news of the General's death in an envelope. The news of the General's death haunted the Basrid, a reminder that life was not permanent, a looming fear that a story could not continue forever even if the world needed you.  Yet a conversation from an earlier day resonated with him. "Resistance will yield result but time will always win." He uttered to himself before setting the paper aside. 

 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

 

A stone man heard the local gossip of the General's death. He sighed, as he had hoped the man could be saved as he had been. Shaking his head, he trudged off to collect his shark clothing, as this was the only thing that could make him less upset in the moment.

 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

 

A Maliman - as the general had called him - shook his head. Turning to his friend, he joked "Hopefully that'll be me soon, ti?" he asked. Soon reaching for a nearby drink, he downed it - for the General he once knew, and for himself. He was an alcoholic after all.

[venclair 713]

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⋇ A GLAUCOUS FORENOON

 

It was a new dawn, and the world exuded of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. Selm’s grounds, like the surrounding farmland, was maintained with deep mature hedges and old stone walls covered with blooms in soft, fluttery bursts. The birth of the General’s eldest was radiant — a newborn endowed with her mother’s light tresses, emitting pure laughter.

 

Eleanor was, undoubtedly, a child fostered with endearment by the Duke. Despite his theatrics and strict mannerism that vexed her in her teenage years, she cherished her father well. Kept close to her chest was a heart-shaped pendant. Her nickname was inscribed against its golden surface. Throughout her adolescence, she treasured such. 

 

Yet, deception and infidelity came — meeting the maiden’s ears. A man she revered and loved, now exposed before her piteously. 

 

How could papa hurt mama so?

 

 

A looming figure stood by the jewel-sea of a sweeping plain with ragged mountain ranges, veiled and obscure. Numb fingers trailed along a garnet heart, the necklace brilliant from the moonlight. Ire had been coursing through her, the woman discontent as she tore its chains from her neck. Quaking, the eldest scion flung the delicate object into the waters as she thought of the patriarch’s ill caused death. 

[StrongBear 1239]

“The Seven Skies will welcome you with open arms, Peter. That is one of the last things I told you.”

     Simply mutters out Palmer while walking the street of Providence after hearing the passing of the General, peering up to the night sky with her one eye gaze, looking to the cosmos. Coming to the entrance of the hospital, looking through the windows, peering to the d’Arkent family within, 

                                       “If only Nicky was here, he should have been here.”

 

 

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[Chronics 482]

Leopold would shed a few tears "He truly was an amazing man, My children shall know how amazing he was"

[Axelu 4333]

In the afterlife, a woman of great stature and flaxen tresses awaited the beloved general. She was a warrior by all means, forged by the strongest of steels and the wielder of blessed aurum. Tatiana of Alban had been many things throughout her life of service - mother, daughter, dragon - yet always bore in her heart a special place for her time as Peter d’Arkent’s wife. 
 

“You may rest now, Petey,” she counseled her old friend as the light embosomed them both.

[TheNunnery 1853]

 

"Vat you mean great grandpapej isn't around...." The small Natalya vas Ruthern asked her mother and father, her expression filled with confusion and sorrow- tears forming up. "But- vhy...." As her parents tried to explain the idea of death and life at the Ruthern estate- she would storm off from their bed chambers and into the gardens- going into a small corner and letting out many tears. "Vat do they mean- what is death? Vat? Why isn't he coming back- we just meet." So many questions and all without answer- the child would simply cry and let out more tears-

 

After a couple of minutes the girl letting out tears and cries of saddness, she came out of the gardens and simply gave her mother and father a tight hug, letting out many more tears and loud cries of saddens of the lost- Then- once the hug session was over- she would be dressed in black by the many servantry of the estate and went off to the ruby of the empire- to pick some flowers for the up coming funeral of the relative she was so distant from and only met simply a month ago- but for some reason- the child felt empty- even when she didn't understand it all . . .

 

[Benjikhei 698]

Beryl Jasper Carrington sits on the bench outside the Novellen tavern, sighing after having left the hospital and watching his distant relative, through somewhat unintelligible relations finally pass into the seven skies.

 

He knew how important this man was, there was no doubt to his patriotism, loyalty, excellency and bravery- among those traits a list could be compiled spanning the width of Almaris with every commendable trait of the man, and yet he'd never known him truly as well as he'd liked.

 

However, even knowing half of how good this man was, brought a satisfactory smile to his face, for he knew how others would miss this man, how other would laugh and cry at the mention of this man, and how members of the Empire would marvel at this man and his accomplishments for years to come.

 

And that man, was Peter Baldwin D'arkent.

 

"A Good Man." Remarked the Carrington, taking out a Carrington Cigarette and lighting it in honour of the good man.

 

 

 

[PrincessSnowie 539]

Vespira cried endlessly in the days following her dear Papa's death Feeling an emptiness to Providence that didn't seem to fill, regardless of the Gin or 'Heartfelt Sympathies'

 

clad in her black silks of grief, she had her housemaids take her luggage in a rush, before escorting her in, as they rushed her inside with a bottle in hand. The driver bringing the reins down on the horses as they took off down the long Palace bridge.

 

~

 

Her carriage rushing off through the Capital, carrying the wealthy young spinster back to Sunholdt.

 

The young selm looked to her family pendant as she twisted the d'Arkent shield between her fingers."Forever, Papa..."

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

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[Fuzzytoes 55]

Jimmy Leblanc held a salute as he was at the bedside of the General. "I tried my best to make your passing as painless as I could, General. May you rest in peace, sir.  It was an honor."

[Pompilidae 237]

Somewhere, far from Providence, there is maniacal laughter....and celebration.