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The Final Strike (PK of Marie Vyronov)


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Learning of his cousin's passing in an abrupt and unexpected manner during the next Knight's seating, Erich felt his heart drop as he eyed Lord Paramount Cedric Barclay "May I be excused?" he asked with a weak voice before stepping off to another room in knightly quarters, then beginning to channel is anger and grief in th eform of furniture destruction and Reinmaren cursing.

 

Meanwhile, on the Seven Skies, Ser Brandt Barclay gritted his teeth at the sight of Marie. The man let a tired and old-mannered grunt as he shook his head "You're nicht supposed to be here so early" after a moment, he huffed, and, with a smile on his face, extended his arms towards his niece. "Though I'm glad to at least see you. Let me take a look at what sort of Dame you've become"

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From within the confines of the de Astrea manor, Isolde Barclay hid herself behind the locked door to her guest bedroom. As she curled up among the warm furs, she finally allowed herself to feel her cousin's loss for the first time in days. She had been preparing to leave Reinmar when she saw it: Marie's broken body laid out over their table in the garden. She pushed down every bit of feeling she may have had in that moment.

Crying makes you weak. She would not cry in front of her family.

Instead, the young woman clung to her best friend, Elias O'Rourke, and asked him to accompany her to his brother's home. She could not stay at Reinmar, especially now. The already broken woman was shattered.

So, she laid in her borrowed bed and clung to the necklace her aunt Marcella had left to her. The necklace held a jeweled bottle filled with a liquid similar to water. Every day for weeks, she took a small sip from it. For twenty-four hours, she would remember all of her loved ones she had lost to the skeletal hands of death clearly, as if they were in front of her. She allowed herself to cry silently at the images of Marie that flooded her mind.

When she unlocked the door to her borrowed room and entered the dining room of the manor, she did not speak much outside of simple greetings. She kept it together, for she was strong. She had to be.

There is no crying until the war is done.

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From within land barrow-worn did some Raevish mutt ponder sadly upon its earliest years - for though the memories of yester-year, borne of life and merriment, did so escape it... It remembered well its time amongst the dead. And it, too, remembered Marie Vyronov. The "She-Wolf" as it had referred to her, all those decades ago, when she was but a young girl in a tower, levelling a blade against a foe she could never have hoped to defeat. 

 

She died as she lived. 

 

Slowly, in a trot steeped in malaise and some forlorn depression, the Hound would bring itself to sit upon the great crypts and look out to the beyond - the plains fraught with the lingering souls of those tormented and bound to the damned planes of Aos and Eos, and it then looked to the stars; to the Skies beyond, where it knew that brave Dame now lingered forevermore, beyond the grasp of those yet to slip these surly bonds of earth. 

 

And it howled, its words resonating throughout the unhallowed vestiges of the damned, and with luck - to those skies sevenfold.

 

"From the skies, they see war and glory - but on earth, there is only carnage..."

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Screams of anguish and sorrow rip through the air around Reinmar. Hours and hours go by, filled with weeping and sobbing as Stefan Vyronov lays over the corpse of the great Dame Marie Vyronov. He cursed himself for not being there at the battle, for not being able to help. The shining light of this mortal plane had been ripped from the man, leaving a void in his body. He looked over her corpse once more and saw the blood stained wedding ring clasped in her hands. Another shriek pierces the air. Marie is gone. There is nothing he can do. "Why must vu leave me here meine liebe." he'd sob "I just want to be with vu. I want to be with vu. First Mariya, now vu... why must everything good in life be stripped. It's just niet fair."

 

A long time passes before Stefan gets up and goes for a walk. In the empty halls of the palace he makes his way to the ballroom. He looks around and tears roll down his face. He stands still in the hall, rubbing away his eyes. When he opens his eyes he is much shorter and looking into the brown eyes of a girl. Her curled brown hair looked beautiful in all of the lights and the two forms began to dance without any music. Their giggles echoing through the room into the dark night.

 

Stefan opens his eyes once more and he's on the rooftop of the palace in the middle of the day. He sees his younger visage talking with Mariya Barbanov. She runs off and returns with the brown haired girl. His younger form and the girl exchange confessions and embrace.

 

The sun speeds up, rising and falling over and over, countless times. The seasons change, snow covers the rooftop and melts away. The view of the roof is unchanging. The sun begins to slow and a much older Stefan and Marie make their way onto the roof. Stefan gets down on one knee and reveals a ring. After a moment they both wrap their arms around each other.

 

Stefan's view changes, back in Astfield. Stefan and Marie are whispering back and forth, "Ich promise I will always come back" Marie whispers. The words echo in Stefan's ears. Marie was never one to break her word. Stefan mutters "Why did vu have to break this promise" he'd say before a sob breaks out.

 

In the clinic Stefan looks at Aestenia with great concern. "They should be back by now" Anxiety fills the man's entire being. He's always been one to worry but he knows something is wrong. He rushes out, abandoning the clinic to try and desperately search for the party, for her. After a long time of searching he heads back in defeat. A time later, Ser Cedric, badly injured, comes to the clinic. Aestenia and Stefan try to get him into the clinic but Cedric says the words that tears half of Stefan's soul out. "Marie is dead"

 

With a blink, Stefan is back, curled next to Marie's cold body. Another round of sobs and cries of anguish echo out from Stefan's mouth. Desperate cries of "Marie! Marie!" are repeated over and over, but no answer.

 

Stefan's soon heads back home. He would dig out two boxes full of letters. He would take the one labelled 'For Marie' out of one box and place it in the other. It would lay next to the letter labelled 'For Mariya'. Another friend outlived. Another part of himself dead.

 

A time later, letter arrives for Stefan carried by that ancient cat. It snuggled against him providing him comfort an echo of Marie's love. The last thing Marie wrote for him was now in his hands. He read it over again and again, the letter becoming stained with tears. "We will see each other again... it's only a matter of time." A sob breaks out "Keep Mariya company up there while vu wait for me to join vu." his voice breaks  "I can niet wait until I can kiss vu once more but I know vu need me to take care of the little ones. Goodbye meine liebe. I'm sorry for niet being there for vu. For failing."

 

 

OOC:

 

I just want to sincerely thank you Ender. You have made Stefan more fun than I could've imagined. It has always been so fun to rp with you and I am sad that it must end so soon. Marie was a great character who will be missed. Thanks for everything

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Somewhere in the Seven Skies, Ser Ivan The Red Bull welcomes his granddaughter with open arms. He lifts her up like he used to when she was just a little girl, and wrapped her in a warm embrace. He had a mixed feeling of sadness, though it was dulled with the feelings of pride and joy. "Myshka..." he simply stated as he hugged her tightly. He looked at her with a proud smile, a similar look that he had given her in life "I am so proud of you, my Myshka." he patted her head afterwards...

Meanwhile... Robert Ludovar was sitting down in his bedroom, not sure how to tell his sleeping wife or explain it to her. All he could think was a mixture of sadness, guilt, and rage. He was angered at the events of that night, specifically to those who were left in charge. However he was also angry at himself for not doing more to stop the plan or speak up. He knew that he too was at fault, though now only thought of how to tell his wife that her sister was dead...

And finally, in his office in the Nikirala Prikaz, the Lord Speaker Igor Kort was already having a stressed out day. He heard two knocks on his door, it was two of his clerks dressed in all black. Igor widened his eyes, knowing that someone he knew was dead. The stressed out Speaker let the two clerks in. His mind was racing, asking all sorts of questions. "Could it be the Koeng?" he asked himself. "Nie, niet possible. It would be more than just two clerks and bells would be ringing. Had Fionn drunken himself to death? Please don't tell me that the new Palatine was already dead." he continued to weigh down the options while the clerks sat down and talked to him. He only stopped as they said... "Your cousin, Dame Marie, has died in combat..." Igor seemed almost baffled. At first he looked at them as if they were crazy. "Nie way, niet possible." he told himself. It was only when they showed him the official report that Igor's eyes finally widened. He stood up, staying silent and pointed at the door. The two clerks seemed terrified, and decided not to question it. They simply left with a nod, saying their condolences before leaving his office...

Hours later, servants walked into Igor's room to deliver him his monthly case of Carrion Black. However, what they found was almost a horrifying scene. The Speaker's Office was in absolute ruin. It wasn't a foreign thing for them to see his office messy, though it was more like the office was destroyed. The only thing that was intact was a few documents and the Black Bulava. Like the many broken bottles of Carrion on the floor, Igor was laying on the ground as a shattered man. He'd loved Marie like his own little sister. At the point where the servants found him, he seemed almost changed. His eyes were red like his grandfather 
The Red Bull, his face was stained with dried up tears, and his voice seemed tired from all the wailing. He didn't even seem like he left the office for home, which the servants guessed that he slept in his office... or could hardly sleep at all...

Igor was a shell of his former self... He simply looked up at the servants with his red eyes. Not only were they stained like blood, but his pupils seemed almost dull. It was as if Igor Kort had died, though the Lord Speaker was still alive in front of them.

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Within the quiet and empty halls of Halstaig, after Iduna Anne O'Rourke had drifted off to sleep along with their daughter; Elias O'Rourke, found himself seated alone with a single candle lit, his gaze settle across the dark room, landing atop of the silhouette of the piano. "Ich vas just a boy vhen ve met, ich remember t'e times, late at night vith vy and Stefan 'n t'e Library, just laughin t'e night avay." The young man slowly brought himself before blowing out the candle, instantly darkening the room once more, "Vy vatch my brother and ich grow up, vy heard all 'f our mischief t'at ve caused."

 

Stepping out of the large wooden doors, finding himself standing alone in the gardens, "Marie, vy vill be missed but nicht forgotten, ich vill vatch over vyr ome'ii like ich said ich vould many years ago, ich vill nicht let t'at promise go." His forrest green slowly drift towards the cloudy sky as rain starts to soak his flaxen locks, he remained standing there, until the rain had passed, the sun slowly coming over the horizon. 

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Reinhardt Barclay was in courtyard of Reinmar, practicing sword forms that Marie had taught him all those years ago when he was a page. He had been practicing to perfect his technique with the polehammer, when he had received the message from Marie’s cat, he raised a brow to the letter in the old cat’s mouth. He bent down and picked up the letter, weapon still in hand as he read it over. He was left speechless from what he had just read, his cousin Marie… was dead, the woman had been like a big sister to him, looked out for him, trained him, she had always been there for him. “Nein, Nein, Nein there has to be ein mistake, Marie can nicht be dead!!” He roared in a flurry of rage, sorrow, and pain. Dropping the letter to the gravel of courtyard, he took two hands on his polearm and brought the fist shaped hammer head down on the nearest table, splitting it in half and a explosion of splinters and table pieces. The young man, collapsed to his knees- sobbing for the lose of a beloved cousin, apologizing though he had committed fault but still felt the immense guilt of this revelation. “Ich am so sorry Marie!! Ich am so sorry, please forgive mich, forgive mich for nicht being there with mein vater to help du. Ich swear to look after dur children und tell them the stories of du, und if they desire ist ich shall train them to become knights like du. Ich swear to Gotte, Ich swear to Saint Tylos, und Ich swear on mein life that ich shall nicht fail du!” He growled through gritted teeth, eyes swollen and bloodshot as proceeded to destroy the remains of the table in front of and around him with his bare fist, having set his polearm aside. His cries of sorrow could be heard in the surrounding fields of Reinmar, and mixed with the tolling bell of the Duchy’s church which rang for the Fallen Hero. 
 

OOO: Thank you so much to Ender who made playing Reinhardt that much more enjoyable it truly was a great experience. Marie always felt like that older sister to Reinhardt, and her passing will have a impact on him. Thank you so much for the great RP between the two characters, it was a ton of fun and always something I looked forward to!!

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Dr. Aestenia Aevaris had thought she was ready for when the next generation of lliran she had would start passing before her. She was wrong. The pain she felt would only grow, she knew it. It was always hard to bury a llir, but one cut down this short, it hurt more. She would be there for her llir as they bury their daughter and wife, but yet another streak of white would join her hair, in memory of the brave knight that loved her adoptive son.

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Fionn Castaway sat deathly still in his officer in the BSK barracks, staring at a registry paper of a certain initiate that was yet to be filled out. a deep sigh would escape him as he finally moved, leaning far back in his chair as he stared up into the ceiling "First that ******* Initiate, now Marie..." He'd remember the promise he made to Marie's mother moments after her death, a weak smile spreading across his face "Marie, wherever tú're buried, a crypt, a grave, whatever, it won't be visible for long."

 

Klaus Barclay went about his day to day life, currently working on his piano skills before remembering something "Didn't Marie once say she'd teach me how to play ein hurdy... something. Ich should talk to her about that." as far as Klaus knew, Marie was still alive, and his face would be one of pure confusion as he received the letter from her Eldritch cat "The **** does this mean...?"

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In the mist of battle between the Nachezer and the BSK, Karl Ruslan swung his silvered, metal sword  parallel from his body and skewered one of the Nachezer's legs in the feat of battle. Karl was currently finishing off the Nachezer in front of him, ploughing  and impaled his silvered sword through the brain of the Nachezer with ease. Red blood sprayed onto the face of the boy as the sword entered into the cranium of the beast, the boy's shoulder was pierced by an Nachezer arrow, puncturing through the other side of his shoulder blade. Karl knelt down to the ground as the young Page was fluttered, echoes of battle transpired as the angst and anxiety built up all around him, his vision was stifled after being struck by the arrow.

 

Karl surveyed his entire surroundings, his brothers and sisters were fighting - he was in his own thoughts; thinking to himself as the noise blurred out. Another Nachezer came flying in front of him, as he placed himself in an two horned guard position for the moment. Karl gazed his blue-ish orbs upwards in the white hues of his eyes, his devious, anger expression lingered upon his facial features. He rolled out of sight, showing off his devious display of tricks upon his sleeve. The boy sliced upon the Nachezer's arm, skewering it off with it's non dominant hand. However, after the incident, event occurred, the Nachezer's blunt spear came thrusting down towards Karl's shoulder and instantaneously went clean through Karl's shoulder, the same shoulder that was pierced by the arrow. The Nachezer, with an wolfish, devious grin upon his face looked at Karl with dangerous intent as he pulled out the wooden spear. Moments later, Karl thrusted his blade through the Nachezer's throat, leaving his old sword behind as the Nachezer flopped down, Karl's silver bladed sword fully decapitating it's neck as it plummeted downward towards the bloodied green grass, covered in smoke. 

 

The boy, covered in Nachezer blood upon his facial features, grew weaker from the attacks from the attacks at his shoulder. The sight of Karl Amador became dim as he retreated backwards towards the hill as he eyed Robert Ludovar who was sprinting by his side as the old man grabbed upon the boy, pulling him away from battle. Karl looked back at his comrades as they were all retreating, being out numbered by twenty Nachezer's. He surveyed the battle field, holding onto the wound of his shoulder, which was severely injured by the attacks (later healed by Jorg and co. at Haense). Jorg came and helped Robert grab ahold of the boy up upon his shoulder, grasping him tightly away from danger. Karl looked over Jorg's shoulder.. Something was awfully strange.. An woman with the Order of the Crow uniform, half faded brown hair with brown eyes, fighting down the Nachezer was in trouble and surrounded from a small distance, Karl squinted his eyes and his eyes fluttered, twitching at the sight, noticing who it was and screamed at the top of his lungs, veins popping out from his jugular, "LADY DAME MARIE!", his eyes filled with horror and angst, tears flying out of his eye sockets as the group of BSK and Knight-hood dispersed towards the Kortrevich Keep.

 

The boy was trying to squirm away from Jorg's grasp but it was hopeless; Jorg was an brute to be reckon, the green giant himself pacing and striding towards the trees, "WE MUST GO BACK FOR LADY DAME MARIE!" the boy cried out in chaos, screeching through out the forest of which they roamed through in. Karl was in disbelief and disoriented from the events that have transpired just in a blink of an eye; Lady Dame Marie was gone, Karl was in a sort of disarray, having an blank stare upon his facial features as they made it to the Kortrevich Keep. He felt alone, heart broken and was in a lost state. As they made it to the Keep, "I AM NOT LEAVING DAME MARIE OUT THERE ALONE!". Karl ran full speed towards the gates of the Kortrevich Keep with immense emotion. Suddenly, one of the BSK members of the group grabbed ahold of him, and the other thwacked him with the end of his spear towards Karl's helmet, knocking him out cold.. Scene ended.

 

OOC: <3

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Katerina Ceciliya stared at the fire in the clinic with a solemn expression. Though there were no tears, she wasn't able to, this loss had instead made her numb. Another friend gone, of course she was used to it. But it scared her how used to it she was, how long until all those she cared for were gone? It was just Stefan, her and Camilla that remained of their group now. Memories flashed by her as she thought to the time she, Marie and Mariya dressed Stefan up in a dress. Oh how young they had been, back then they had at least one another. But now? Now the group had fallen apart. She regretted having not become better friends with Marie, for what had kept those two together was Mariya and Stefan. She should have hung out with her more, should have talked with her more, should have hugged her more after Mariya died. She did consider her a friend, but she received no letter from Marie after her death. Perhaps she had been too caught up in her own problems to be there for her? So the princess did what she did best, she got up from her chair and worked. Worked to forget and distract from the reality. For it was hard to face now with Marie gone as well. 

 

"May we meet again" 

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Jorg sat there, on a hill, edge of a thick rock, he held his hands together, a shovel nearby as he looked at the rolling hill, empty besides for a bunch of rocks, grass and snow. In another place, near Krug, there was another hill, this one of sand and clay. There, layed many graves, so many, each marked with how they died. Jorg stood up after a moment, picking up his shovel, moving towards the top of the hill. He started to dig.

A small hole made, A boulder was placed in, using the shovel to bury the dirt. He would bend down, pulling on a chisel as he started to work

"Knight of Haense, Brow Hair, Called Maria, krimped klomping demons

May they find Ztar'nubgosh, Kezt smile on her bravery, for she krimped honorably"

Grunted as he stood up looking down, closing his eyes, would things be different if he didn't think too the past? Would someone still be alive if he didn't loss his cool. In Krugmar, he would be yelled at for such lack of discipline...it was only him now, and his own guilt was by far worse then any words that could be thrown at him.

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Luisa's eyes water as she took the letter from Mr Squiggles so early in the morning, that eldritch cat having wormed his way into the bed with her and Ruben. She could only imagine what it meant, sitting up among pillows and blankets as she unfolded it, a hand reaching out to grasp that of her husband's as she read it aloud. Every word struck her heart like a knife, digging into it and causing it to ache. She could feel it shattering into dozens of pieces, cut to shreds by the words that her little girl had written her.

 

The fact of everything is what hurt the most; her kleiner bar had written these letters, knowing that there was a chance she could die before they do. Her hands shake still, her whole body shaking shortly after. Tears streamed down her cheeks in rivulets, her aged face turned red. She never wanted to plan the funeral of her child, especially not of Marie, with all her wonderous, joyous laughter and kindly ways. Her daughter, the matyr, the soldier, the Dame.

 

Her heart ached as she held tight to Ruben's hand, unable to contain her wailing any longer. The reality of it had set in, she would be the mother to bury her married daughter, to help a husband to dress his wife one last time, to help children grow. Yet, she felt like she was dying already, so close to losing everything. Marie told them to wait, but through bleary eyes, she knew Ruben would be going soon too, with how his condition had been worsening through the months.

 

"...Ich am sorry Ich always called you a pest, Herr Squiggles, you made her happy as a child... I'm so glad you made her happy..."

 

She mumbled to that Eldritch Cat, scooping him into her arms to hold him between her and Ruben for a time, before releasing him to finish his letters. There was a Marie sized hole left in her life, now, and it was unfillable. No more laughter, no more joy. Just a silent spot in the hallway where her child once lingered. There'd be an empty spot at the dining table, that Luisa had always set for Marie and Stefan- just in case they came for a meal. 

 

Her heart ached, broken into a thousand pieces, a grief beyond anything she'd ever felt before.

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