[PK] A Duke's Peace

[christman 3529]

Elisabeth Raven frowned upon the news, she hadn't expected to feel bad about an ISA man. "Ah. . he was one of the few who didn't believe the aimless claims of terrorism. . Perhaps, he was a good man." The woman would not be seen for a couple of hours. Nay, she would find herself pondering the direction the ISA would head now. A frown adorning her face in the hidden recluse of her home.

 

 

A certain drug fuelled 12 year old blinked. "Who?" 

[ABruhMoment 609]

A blinded Snow Elf received word whilst isolated within a stone citadel. His brow furrowing as a wave of anguish found it's way through him. Letting out an exhausted sigh. "You were a good friend, Peter Baldwin. I will regret not paying a final visit. You have earned your place in your afterlife my friend, of that I have no doubt." Afterward taking a momentary pause of contemplation. Untying the blindfold from his eyes, he'd remain isolated and brooding within a prison of his own mind. 

[peachcool 602]

The Dame Carrington turned to take a final glimpse at Providence "You had a good run." she would comment to herself before she sauntered away. The elder lady began to speak aloud as if she were addressing the general himself. "I thought that we would both live forever, but your absence broke my imagination and I came to realize that it will soon be me to leave. Until then, rest in peace dear friend. I'll miss you." The letter she had was folded into her bookbag, a keepsake to remember her dearest friend.

[Viraj Dobrial 321]

In a decrepit cave halfway across the continent, Archimedes DeFont cringed to himself. He watched as the sun set across the horizon from his hovel, a small piece of beauty to distract him from the excruciating pain of his healing wounds. Without any real medical supplies, it was a miracle he'd not been slain. His mind darted to different moments of his with the General - as he was dragged away into ISA cells, as they spoke of recruitment after an address from the Emperor, as he was inducted into the rank of the ISA, as he watched his comrades slaughter clergymen during the Diet of Karosgrad. And through it all, Peter was able to maintain an air of stoicism. That no malignant thought crossed his mind of his actions, naught for any of those that stood in the way of the state. Archimedes had resolved to change Peter's mind; multiple times, he offered a moment for tea. But the General never returned this request. In the end, Archimedes was exiled from Oren in the same way he came to grow a vengeance for it; flailing, desperately, at a swarm of ISA members. And for naught; for Peter died not by the blade of the Mercatore, but by the common illness.

 

Burdened by a clouded mind and unchecked rage, Archimedes could not come to terms with the General's peaceful passing, and let himself be consumed by this anger, as he groaned in pain.

[Capace 559]

"Legends never die." Henry Graham would state, obviously very proud to be the nephew of the most renowned figure in recent Orenian history.

[Jokinghills 825]

Lieutenant Colonel William Darkwood would listen to the news as it was deliver to him by one of the soldier "Ah, The general has passed it seems, A fine man, a great soldier and a excellent leader, his work shall be remembered, the legacy shall not be forgotten, the ISA shall endure the test of time!" he would remark and return to paperwork

[BenevolentManacles 2232]

In a visitation of the past, in the gardens of the Novellen, an aging Duke seized a young soldier's hat, turning to another. His dear son. His beloved son. His heir.

 

This old man took the hat and placed it on his own head, raising his fist in salute to the young man, giving to him a display of his pride in his son.

 

"I would follow you into the depths of hell!" He told his beloved son, the young soldier, who drank and smoked and made merry with him. 

 

Now, this other Duke would relish in their peace together.

[Bawg 494]

The elder Pruvian groans as he sits up from his bedside and looks to the hospital bed next to him empty. The same bed the General Peter d'Arkent had slept in. 

He inhales sharply as he lays his head back against his pillow. Artificial eyes gaze at the end of the bed, stained bandages cover a ribcage, a scorched arm that itches feverishly under its wraps; only muscle, bone, and sinew remain. 

A memory is recalled, tears begin to flood before the dam inevitably breaks and a faint smirk comes across an withering man's features. "I said I would follow you to hell and back a thousand times over. This isn't the same, but it was close enough. . . Didn't expect this to hurt as much." The old man sniffles quietly as he gently shuts his eyes to continue to rest.

 

"Until next time, old friend."

[Viggen92 326]

Casper Jahan Baelius solemnly signed the Lorraine as the news reached him. "May your soul be at peace General, your greatness and bravery will not be forgotten. Always shall you remain a comrade in my heart." The Chaplain then saluted the sky.

[Ariyanqwq 36]

"Jacker would stand a few feet from the Generals hospital bed"

Aeh, He was a good teacher, A good fighter and a good friend
May your soul rest peace  "Jacker would Salute the hospital bed"

 

 

[Taketheshot 3834]

Joseph d'Azor frowned as he read the missive having paid respects to the main only a few days prior. His sister Katya looked up from her drawings to ask "Joseph, will we ever see someone like mister Peter again?" Joseph frowned as he looked out over the skyline of Providence before answering his young sibling "Emma of Woldzmir, John II, Ser Mattington Ironsword, Ser Rakim Yar, Sir Henry, and now Peter d'Arkent... such figures hold strong on our history little one, no doubt one of his caliber will show its head in the decades to come, but there will never be another General d'Arkent of the vigour, a force of nature he was, no sword, nor arrow, nor strike of man could take him, only time could take the man." Joseph signed as he put the missive away "We will have to see..."

[XOCO 502]

Corporal Ezekiel Moores would lean into his seat, cracking open a fresh bottle of Telemarian Vodka.

 

"I didn't tackle some crazed private out of a window just for you to die..." He mumbled, "Well, at least I hope the bottles I left you eased the pain."

 

He downed a shot, refilled his glass, then looking up to the ceiling of the dormitory, would speak aloud to himself.

 

"A shame I never knew you well. Kind of makes me wish I attended more regiment addresses. Regardless, here's a toast to heroes. March on, General."

 

The corporal would raise his glass in the air in a toast to his recently passed comrade.

[gamegage 152]

Lieutenant Heath Linnord would be walking to deliver the general some flowers when he heard the news from Sergeant Virgil. Heath would shake his head in disbelief.

 

The General, of all people, was someone heath viewed as a godly figure, someone incapable of death; especially by age.

 

He'd take a moment to gather is thoughts, before the general's niece, emerentia, approached heath. She tells heath that the general had a few final things to say to Lieutenant Linnord. Emerentia said that the general wishes for the lieutenant to continue serving the imperial state army, and to continue whatever he was doing.. and to sell a lot of pianos.

Heath holds back tears before giving a stern nod. 

 

Sergeant Virgil would put a hand on heath's shoulder. "You have the day off" he says.

 

Heath would shake his head, and think of the General, the person which he most admired in this world.

After previous days of mourning, depression and existential crisis, fate had been set in stone. The general had moved to a better place with god. The realization sets in.. The General was a mortal man just like himself, a great one at that.  He built a legacy and commanded an army through the inferi and sedan war, and set the building stones for how the army will operate in providence. 

 

This is a crucial point for Heath Linnord. He refuses the day off, thinking of what the general would want. Heath wouldn't cry, he wouldn't ask for help. He decides that the most important thing for him to do now is to continue building the legacy that General D'arkent had left, and that one day soon, he can see the general once again, and be with god. He'd be contempt with the general's death. 

 

The next day, heath visits the catacombs on his own time. He doesn't shed a tear, or ask god to bring him back.. He simply nods firmly with respect

"My days here are numbered, and I will see you again in the not too distant future old friend.

It's time to start working overtime.. You have big shoes to fill, and everyone is going to have to work twice as hard to ensure the Imperial State Army continues to grow, prosper and keep our citizens way of life.

I will serve this army to the day of my death, and continue your legacy, ensuring that we are the most powerful and respected military force this world has ever seen."

 

Heath would then go to sign the lorraine. "One God, one Empire, one emperor. Rest in peace General D'arkent." Heath would then go to walk out of the catacombs, leaving with a warm burning in his heart, a new sense of maturity, and an aggressive passion to serve the Imperial State Army to the best of his ability.