erictafoya 2309 Popular Post Share Posted July 13, 2021 Spoiler ((Some OOC Music for you all to enjoy! It's a long list since it's a long PK!)) THE SPEAKER SPEAKS HIS LAST [!] White doves flying throughout the Kingdom after Princess Petra’s debutante… “Dear Diary… It’s been four years since mametr died… Pader rarely ever talks to me apart from his usual ‘lessons’ and whenever he asks for carrion. We recently moved with Hauchpader and he's niet kinder to me than pader really is, though at least he seemed to have learned from his past mistakes with being harsh on children. Pader talks a lot about his family, and yet he was always too ashamed to confront them about me… Am I really that much of a disappointment to him? I didn’t choose to be a bastard after all… Nie matter, I didn’t study my entire childhood for nothing after all. The elections are coming up and I’m nervous, I hope I make pader proud at least…” It was an unusually cold day for Igor. He woke up with a piercing headache, next to the usual three bottles of Carrion on his bedside. In his office at home, a seemingly hidden book would be closed after the ink dried. He quietly greeted his son, gave him a hug, and put on his ceremonial attire. It was a special occasion after all. In his mind he said “Fourteen! Petra is already Fourteen. By Godan time really does go faster when you’re older… I remember when I was fourteen, when me and pader just arrived here. Godan that was such a long time ago…” --- “Hauchpader died yesterday... I had never seen pader so distraught. I’ll never forget the words he said to me that day: ‘Igor..go never act like me..go never leave your family, because you never know what can happen to them, if you are not there for them and with them ..’ It’s a shame really. I never did get to know Hauchpader all too well. If anything, he valued his ‘grandchildren’ from his squire’s family rather than his own… Nie matter, I’m not a jealous type anyways. His death is still fresh in my mind, though so was my first Duma session. I hope I did alright, I hope I made pader proud… I doubt it, after all he did just lose his pader. I remember when mametr died too. That’s when his drinking problems truly started. I wonder if I’ll be a drunk like him too?” [!] A depiction of Tribune Igor Kort after being elected at the age of sixteen c. 350 E.S. Igor wore his usual Speaker cloak, his golden sash, his glasses, and he even shined his arm! “It’s niet everyday that a debutante occurs, especially my star students!” He quietly thought to himself as he stepped into the Nikarala Prikaz. He looked around, his eyes shifted to the Royal Duma hall to his right. He remembered the session the saints day before, causing him to release a stressed out sigh “What a mess… I hope Ruslan or whoever succeeds me will do much better” he muttered. Despite his accomplished career, Igor still had many doubts about himself. “I was so much more confident back then… What ever happened?” --- “Adalene… Godan I can’t get her out of my mind. What started as a way to get me elected for my third term now has turned to a relationship I have a bit of faith in! I have always had my occasional fling, especially with that situation in Elvenesse, and flirting with poor girls on the street or desperate old cougars. But her, she’s different. Godan, even if I don’t get elected I’ll still be happy. I’ve never really thought about marriage, even if I’m already twenty-two. Godan time flies by, I still remember the day I was elected, priding myself in being the youngest Tribune. I do still hope that I am re-elected…” Step step step step… Went Igor’s boots as he climbed the palace stairs and into the High Offices. He heard voices in his office and went inside, finding the King, Queen, and Princess Katerina on the big table. Igor didn’t care much, quietly going to sit at his desk to give them the privacy they likely wanted. He then spent the rest of the time writing. He planned on retiring at his twenty year mark, equaling that of the great Sigmar Baruch as Lord Speaker. Despite the end of his career being near, he still found it odd not to work. After all, he’s spent more of his life in work than out of it... “I deserve a break.” He said to himself as he pondered about retirement. “I don’t have much time left… Retirement is so close I can feel it!” --- “Lord Handler… It still feels strange saying it. Lord Handler Igor Kort. Who knew that some bastard who most people doubted is now the Lord Handler to the Lady Speaker? I don’t know if I should feel happy or stressed. Perhaps I feel both? In any case, the Duma put their faith in me with a close decision, so I must have faith in myself. I sure do hope Lady Irene doesn’t retire too soon though, but I do agree that she does deserve a break for what she’s done. Perhaps that’s what some would want though. I just hope that whoever succeeds her isn’t too bad…” [!] Igor Kort, aged twenty-six, after being elected as Lord Handler by the Royal Duma c. 360 E.S. Igor peered to his right to the Black Bulava. Such a powerful symbol, yet one that anyone really cared too much about. He sat alone in his office for quite some time now. The Royalty left after whatever conversation they had, leaving Igor to do his writing and thinking. To his left was his gift to his star student, Princess Petra. He hoped she loved it, especially since she loves reading and writing. There was so much pride running through Igor today. It was as if he was watching one of his own turning fourteen. Igor finished the document and ordered his scribe to send a copy to His Majesty and then stood up to leave his office. “Just a few more hours until the happy occasion!” he thought to himself with a smile plastered on to his face. --- “His Excellency… Godan that just sounds so unlike me. Who would have thought that niet even a year into being Lord Handler that I’d become Lord Speaker, the first ignoble Lord Speaker in nearly a century! I must be the happiest and yet most stressed out person in the world right now. I suppose Lady Irene had seen something in me. The Coronation is soon, and I must be prepared to successfully complete it. Godan knows how much work it’s gonna be, though I believe in myself! I wonder what people will call me now? His Excellency seems a bit too much… Perhaps I’ll just ask people to call me ‘Mister Speaker’ instead. Da… that has a good ring to it…” Igor made his way back down the spiral stairs and towards the Duma hall to finish writing. He liked to use the space for writing since he considered his dysfunctional home. Sure, the space did give him some stress at times, but he found peace in a silent and empty Duma hall. There was something so peaceful about a place that was normally filled with noise and argument, but was now quiet with the occasional echo. Igor sat down at his usual place that looked over the Duma floor. His worn out gavel sat to his right, and a stack of plain parchment to his left. Igor placed his book down and continued to write before… “Igor, you’re surprisingly lonely in here” Igor popped his head up at the sound, and noticed it was his friend and colleague, Lord Palatine Adrian Colborn. Soon after, another face and voice appeared “Eja firr Igor!” said the young and energetic Grand Prince, Sigismund. All that energy reminded Igor of the one who he held closest to his heart. As he would say, his pride and joy... --- “Dimitri… My pride and joy! I still can’t believe that I’m a pader today! I’ve never been a religious man, but Godan he truly is something sent from angels. Da, he’s my bastard and I know how difficult this life can be for him, but I will do my best to keep the secret protected, at least until he is old enough to understand. I do feel bad for Adalene… She has to stay back in Oren, though she promised to visit a lot. I only hope that she won’t leave and forget about us… Either way, I swear my whole life to protect and defend my son for the rest of my life, however long it may be…” [!] A portrait of a toddler Dimitri Petrov, aged two c.365 E.S. The three conversed for a bit, Igor smiling throughout the entire ordeal. “Are vy coming to my sestra’s debutante?” asked the wide eyed Prince. “Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world” replied Igor. “We have to teach the youngins how to dance!” Adrian commented, causing Igor to let out an audible “Ha!” This intrigued Sigismund, causing him to ask the two aging men if they knew how to dance and if he could be taught some so he could impress a lady. In typical mentor fashion, Igor flipped the question and turned it into a life lesson, telling Sigismund to just be confident with himself. Soon this dancing life lesson turned deeper, when Sigismund asked how to actually woo a lady. Igor enjoyed these kinds of lessons more than any others. It’s the reason why he took up mentoring, to teach children about life. Normally it would be the duty of a parent, but Igor understood that some parents are absent when it comes to important life lessons. The whole reason why he took up mentoring the Royal Children was because their mother, Queen Mariya, died young and mostly miserable. Never again did he want to see a young person die without wanting to live the life that they wanted to. After all, Igor was once a very ambitious young man… once... --- “Ava… The one that nie one expects, the one that I didn’t even expect… But here we are now. Do I love Adalene? Da, I do. But I also love Ava… I’m so conflicted and I feel so ashamed that I feel as if I don’t deserve either of them, even if they are both promised to other men… I don’t know, perhaps I’m getting back into my old, young self again. The one that would have a quick date every other week, only to move on to the poor girl’s sestra or distant cozaer. The one that wouldn’t care about the consequences, only fulfilling desires that are considered taboo for a canonist nation… I’m niet sure. At least I actually care for their emotions this time. I promised Adalene to never see her again, but that didn’t last very long… I don’t regret what I did today, but I do feel guilt. I’ve always tried to be as honest as possible, but this is one truth that I cannot reveal. Especially since Ava is marrying a Barclay.” During the whole conversation, Igor’s beloved star student walked in. Although he was never the kind to show his bias too often, Petra was most certainly his favorite student. After all, they had known each other for nearly her whole life. He felt like an uncle sometimes, one that was proud to teach his niece about life and be her guiding mentor. Normally the sight of Petra would make him happy, and he was. However, Petra seemed to be wiping something from her eyes before she gave Igor a meager smile. Igor knew what this was, she had been crying. Before he had the chance to speak up, noises could be heard from outside the Palace. The group inside the Duma hall quickly went into a slight panic, before the Prinzenas Royal stood up and said, “Yam going to check in on that. I think I know where it’s coming from” despite her determination to go alone, the party of course followed her… Nobody saw it, but Igor had a growing proud smile on his face as Petra took the lead on the situation. “Just like Mariya…” he thought to himself. --- “Prinzenas Petra… It was only a few days ago when Petra and I had our first conversation. Actually, it went further than I thought it would go. The young royal seemed eager to visit Yong Ping, as she was invited by an old friend of Mariya’s. Being the Lord Speaker and concerned for the child’s well being, I offered to escort her to Yong Ping, as well as a few other HRA soldiers. I must admit, I also wanted to go because I’ve never seen the city in person and I have only heard from those who have. I once was actually an adventurer who traveled the world, even making a Grand Map of Alamaris that hangs above the King’s Meeting Chamber. It was a gift for King Josef I, and I am still honored that he kept it… In any case, the tour was pleasant and Petra seemed to enjoy it. She had that same glint in her eye that Mariya had, and I could already tell that she could be as adventurous and intelligent as she was. I told her that she reminded me of Mariya, but I wasn't prepared for her question on what exactly happened to her mametr… I don’t know, I tried my best to explain it to her but I just couldn’t give her a clear answer… She’s far too young right now, but I hope this won’t harm her mental state down the line…” The group had arrived at the Tavern, and it appeared to be Reinhardt Barclay who had caused the commotion. Reinhardt was also a close childhood friend of Petra and one of Igor’s students. Igor had seen the two grow up together, and at one point he was convinced that Reinhardt had fallen for the Princess. Nowadays, they don't seem to be as close as they once were. Igor noticed this and a small frown formed before they were told to give the pair privacy to talk. He accepted this, however, as he knew that friends could get closer or farther the older a person gets. If anything, he took this as a life lesson that Petra was learning. Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him as he went to go down the spiral stairs, “Hey! My favorite Lord Speaker!” said Tavisha Barrow. “Huh… a fellow bastard” Igor thought to himself once more… --- “Six years… It’s been six years since I’ve seen Ava, or Adalene… I’m beginning to worry about them. I don’t know, maybe I’m making too much out of nothing. Or perhaps they’ve forgotten about me. Ava wasn’t right in her head the last time I spoke to her. She attempted suicide, though thankfully she survived from it. I nearly died as well, as I had my first heart attack after finding out. It was a combination of the stress from the situation and the stress of my own position. At least my last interaction with Ava was sweet, despite it feeling bitter now. We shared a kiss after I poured out my feelings for her… I just hope that wasn’t our last one.” Igor didn’t know Tavisha all too well, and he was surprised further when the tall woman tackled him. He merely chuckled it off and greeted her before allowing Tavisha to ask him her questions. Igor was surprised when Tavisha asked him of all people about marriage. However, he helped the best he could though, advising her to not just look for noblemen or royalty. Igor couldn’t help but ask why she chose to look for noblemen, and he was quite surprised by her answer, “Because then I would be mocked and just appear unaccomplished if I didn’t…” Tavisha explained. Igor knew what this feeling was as he too was once seen as an unaccomplished failure, one that rarely anyone gave a chance. Tavisha then brings up hearsay that was brought up about her. This was yet another thing the pair shared, as he remembered that dreaded Duma session… --- “Hearsay… I knew that one day I would end up in the press, but I at least expected it to be a political controversy and niet some sort of scandal. My only thought is who spoke up? I know I didn’t, and Adalene wouldn’t do it in her right mind. Marie and Stefan would never do anything to tarnish my life, and Cardinal Alfred is sworn to secrecy by Godan… That leaves two others: Franz Barbanov and Nataliya Kovachev. In some twist of fate, I stumbled upon them when I was visiting Adalene in Providence. It was so coincidental that it was comical, in a way. I bet it was Nataliya, but I won’t even acknowledge the hearsay. Doing so only validates their claims, afterall, and that’s the last thing I want. I swore that I would protect my son, and I will never break that promise.” “Well I never listen to Hearsay” Igor responded simply. He explained to Tavisha that he is also a bastard that’s always been doubted and bashed by the press before. However, none of these hindrances ever really hindered him, nor did it ever stop him. Igor continued on, “The best you can do right now is make yourself known, and giving those who doubt you any attention would only give them the credit they look for.” At this point, he’d hope she got the message. Igor then realized how long they’ve been talking and left in a hurry. It was finally time for the debutante. --- “Ghost… Today I saw the ghost of Ava today. I don’t know what I exactly saw, but I could feel that it was her. I cried on my knees before her, sobbing and weeping like a man who was broken. After all, I thought that I had found true love with her. Then again, I’ve felt the same about other women in the past. Perhaps I’ll never find true love. She just told me to move on, and to forgive myself. I know I had nothing to do with her death, but I still feel great regret over it. I still think that I could have done to get her out of her dark hole. I remember our happy moments, from our first kiss, to the time I met her sestra, to the time she convinced me to take a break for a little while. She’s the only person to ever make me take a break… Perhaps she was the one and I did experience true love. But I guess good things only last so long” Igor rushed towards the Palace after he heard the bells ringing. It was already starting, and Igor had a few things to do. He went up to Adrian and gave him a copy of the document that he sent to the King. “Hey Adrian, can you do me a favor and give this a quick read? I want to know your opinion too” The Speaker asked The Palatine in a brief whisper, and Adrian accepted his request. After a few minutes, Adrian gave his nod of approval. “This looks very well written Igor, you have my approval” He said with a smile. The exchange was solidified with his signature. Finally, Igor’s final piece to his legacy was completed. He could finally enjoy his retirement soon, but for now it was time to enjoy the happy celebrations… --- “Impeachment… Who could have guessed that the first edict that I wrote would be controversial? Well I expected it. I remember when I told Fionn about it and he didn’t see much issue with it. However, I knew that expanding my own office and passing it to the King would anger the Duma. I guess the saying does hold true, never underestimate the Duma. I stood my ground, made my case, but to no avail. Despite my points on how being impartial was niet a requirement, but just an expectation from precedent, did niet convince the Royal Duma. In any case, Duma was at least interesting. The press was all over me all of a sudden, once more, and this time it was at least about politics. Like always, I never pay them any real attention, and if I do it’s to clear my name… Good Godan, this is a mess!” Petra was called up to speak in front of the whole crowd. Igor couldn’t help but have a proud smile on his face. This had been the happiest he’s been in years, in all reality. He gave Petra his usual two thumbs up as a way to show his support before Petra was bestowed her tiara as Princess Royal. Igor nearly had a tear in his eye during the whole thing, clapping loudly with much pride and joy. “She’s all grown up now…” He looked up momentarily, as if he said that to Mariya. It was then time for Petra to have her dance with her father, King Heinrik II. “You’ll do great!” Igor thought, and she did… Igor truly was a happy man. Nothing could ruin this day… right? --- “Compromise… “Never again would I think that I needed to make compromises anymore, as I’ve done plenty of that in my career as Tribune, but now I’ve been told to make a compromise with the Duma. Of course, I don’t mind doing so. It does seem fair and the best way to go about things… However, I really did want to do this the easier way. Nie matter.. I suppose this Spring Edict will do far better than my Winter Edict. I only hope that I can finish it in time, or at least I hope I don’t procrastinate too much. After all, the Lord Speaker must be punctual!” Igor scoured the room as Petra stood alone for a while. He was almost tempted to dance with her, as he knew how embarrassing it must have been for her to stand alone like that, though an orc, Jorg, managed to dance with her first, and Igor found a few more partners for her to dance with as well. Everything seemed to go well, for now. Soon after that, Sigismund walked up to Igor, asking “Have vy danced yet, Firr Igor?”. Igor simply responded with a “Nie”, and offered the young Prince a smile. After much encouragement by Sigismund, Igor found himself dancing with Tavisha. It seems the day had caused the two to interact many times. “Don’t fall into that trap again, Igor…” He silently reminded himself. --- “Marie… I still can’t believe that she’s gone… Who cares about getting impeached twice? Who cares that I didn’t do as much as I wanted? I should have focused on what truly was important; family… At least she died with much honor, fighting to save the life of her comrades. I’m niet trying to compare, but if you ask me that’s a more noble death than Hauchpader’s. After all, he died as an old man, already accomplished in life. However, Marie was only in her mid-thirties… She was a mametr of two beautiful children, and now they are without a mametr forever… My poor overworked scribes tried to pull me away from my own office, but I couldn’t do it. I know I said I’m used to death. But I could never have handled this one well… Never” Igor walked up to Tavisha rather boldly. In fact, it was the exact opposite of his old self where he would set up a few jokes and flirts before asking the lady to dance. This time Igor was much more impatient, and just decided to ask her with much confidence. “Do you want to dance, Tavisha?” He asked out of nowhere. Igor could tell that Tavisha was surprised by this. He always had a way of reading the faces and emotions of women, and knew when to pull out of a situation normally. This time he was safe to continue, as Tavisha accepted despite her inexperience. All of this reminded Igor of the time when he first danced with his first true love, Adalene… “I wonder what she’s doing now?” he asked himself. Igor simply shook it off, as he liked to live in the present. --- “Debutante… “Today Petra turns fourteen! Good Godan, I remember when I was fourteen. Thirty-four years… Good Godan, I’m getting old. I just hope that her journey from fourteen wasn’t as hard as my own. But by Godan, I had so much fun. I remember when I was just nineteen as a young and ambitious Tribune. I was an underdog, the one that barely won the election. Even then, I had much more free time then I do now. I used to climb mountains, cross oceans, and even explored a volcanic area. I made my Grand Map of Almaris, just like my kin Erik Kortrevich did for Arcas. I then had adventures with the Rimetrolls, with Shag, Rumb, and Umba. I hope that all of them have at least found peace… I’ve found love, even had a child. I’ve felt heartbreak, happiness, anger, and peace. Hell, I even lost an arm. Throughout it all, I made some pretty damn good friends. Franz and I argued a lot, but we still went through hell together. I don’t speak to William that often anymore, but he was one of my closest friends and I hold some of my closest memories with him. Friedrich and I still drink together, and I even beat him in a heavily competitive contest. I feel pride for Adrian, as I’ve seen him rise through the ranks and start his journey in the Royal Duma. I wish him the best… Rabbit was like a little brother to me, and I was heartbroken when he was killed, a young poet taken from us too soon… I know that he lived a life that he enjoyed, but it was a very short one. Finally, my best friend Fionn. Through thick and thin we’ve been through hell in the Royal Duma. He was once my right hand man, and could even succeed me if the King wishes. I don’t know… I just know that he’s done well for himself and now he has a beautiful family to take care of. Speaking of ‘taking care of’, I should probably clean my outfit for that day… I wouldn’t want to look unpresentable and stained! I’ll be sure to dress my best!” [!] Igor closed his book... quietly greeted his son... pet his dogs... walked through the streets and into the palace... wrote in his office... taught in the Duma... spoke in the Tavern... danced in the ballroom... and now it was time for the final event… Before he knew it, the party was called to the tourney grounds. Igor and Tavisha halted their pleasant dance and made their way to the tournament and into the Royal Gallery. Throughout this whole time, Petra and Igor had rarely spoken a word to each other. He still had one last thing to do for his student. “Prevja, Petra” greeted Igor with his usual smile. Petra seemed to be in a lighter mood as Igor spoke, returning a greeting of her own. “I hear you were talking about humiliation?”, asked Igor. “Da, I don't have a single suitor!” She pouted out. Igor simply chuckled, wanting to reassure her before Petra got distracted by her duties as the debutante. Before he knew it, Igor was hugged by Petra, catching the old man by surprise. “Spasiba for being here, Mister Igor - and spasiba for always being such a good teacher to me.” This alone nearly brought Igor to tears, though he managed to compose himself. He simply returned the hug and gave the Princess a pat on her head, a usual thing that he did when she was much younger. “Spasibo Petra, it was my honor being your mentor” Igor was almost sad to see Petra grow so old, though he was also happy as he would witness a great and beautiful life. Or so he thought… “Oh, that reminds me! Before I forget, I got you something!” Igor said with a wide smile, pulling out a book. Petra’s eyes seemed to light up at the sight of the book, as she did indeed love reading. “I figured I wouldn’t always be here for you, so I got you this! It’s a book of knowledge that you can always keep with you for life lessons, and you can add your own lessons to it as well!” [!] As the fighting would go on, a figure would creep out from behind a tree, aiming a crossbow at the Royal Princess before loosing it, a bolt flying across the fighting grounds towards her. Petra was oblivious to such, admiring a gift from her teacher with her head turned elsewhere! Igor Kort eyes were drifting around the fight before he noticed the loose bolt “GET DOWN!” He shouted out, turning around as he held Petra. The bolt stuck into his back. Igor had never felt physical pain like this, not since he lost his arm. “Piss wrong person!” The figure shouted before he put the crossbow down, showing off another prepared one as he took aim. The entire crowd turned into pandemonium as the guards tried to find the assailant. The Lord Speaker had been shot! Petra was shoved forth into the fence, wrapped up in Igor's arms as the bolt struck his back. She let out a scream, eyes widening in pure horror as she turned to her beloved mentor. “IGOR!”, the poor girl shouted out. The King was the one to pull her daughter back, and Igor gave him one final nod. Instead of risking another loose bolt hitting a Royal Family member, Igor stood up to block them. Petra was screaming and crying whilst being lifted off of her feet, hyperventilating as he did such. Igor was shot once more, this time it was the most fatal. He continued to get shot on his back, bringing him down to one knee, causing the young Princess to let out a scream as she was held back. Igor started bleeding internally, his pierced lung causing it to fill up with blood. Despite their efforts, the guards were too late. Igor was already dying. He looked up at Petra, with a small smile as he reached his final breath… Through them he saw his family, and all those he lost. Through the fog he saw his beloved grandfather, Ser Ivan Kortrevich, and with him was his cousin Dame Marie. He saw Rabbit, his close friend, who was like a brother to him. He saw all the trolls that he had gotten to know throughout the years, and then he saw a face he had not seen for decades. His beautiful mother, Natalya Pavlova. That’s not all… He then saw the true love of his life, Ava Sirsk. With this a tear left Igor’s face as the Princess was being pulled away. He only uttered a phrase that he wanted to hear his entire life, though he barely heard at all. It was a phrase that meant so much to him. It was the last sentence that the Speaker spoke… “I’m… so proud” REST IN PEACE Igor Kort (335 E.S. - 381 E.S. | 1782 F.A. - 1828 F.A.) 44 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fionn__TWG 2616 Share Posted July 13, 2021 Fionn Castaway sighed deeply at the news of the death of his dear friend "Guess retirement didn't last long." he muttered as he sat on the same balcony he rested on when he heard the news of the man's retirement, wiping the occasional tear off his cheek and opening many a bottle as he reminisced on the times the two had "I'll miss tú, lad. Enjoy the seven skies. If tú're up there, that is." a weak chuckle would escape his mouth, as well as the tears as they started to pour, and he would go silent as he drank his sadness away. Leon, on the other hand, would lie in his cell, a weak smile on his face as he remembered the man's death "A worthy cause, I'd say. Shame the ***** behind me, whoever it was, got me before I could get away. But ah well, I got somewhere with my plan at least. Godan's will is all, as the Princess made me realise." A weak chuckle escaped his mouth too, but for a different reason, before he went back to sleep, dreaming about the trial he would so thoroughly enjoy. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mannyy 934 Share Posted July 13, 2021 “Farewell my dear Elisabeth.” She said to her daughter as she closed the door of the Halcourt Manor. She hadn’t spoken to her daughter in some time since her marriage and subsequent moving to Haense. Haense. It was a place she hadn’t thought of in such a long time. Adalene thought of Igor and her son she had left behind, Dimitri quite often despite her lack of visiting. She always figured she would have more time to visit them, that one day she might marry Igor even, she was simply awaiting the day she could. Her daughter had told her of the Lord Speakers passing during the visit, The Baroness would of course remain with a stoic look, concealing any emotion regarding her daughters words she mentioned merely in passing. As she shut that door, her daughter on the other side she would fall against the door, silent tears flooding her cheeks, sure to remain silent to keep from drawing her husbands attention. She hadn’t seen the man in years, not to mention her son. “Adalene?” her husband would call “Are you alright?” Olivier asked of her. The husband she didn’t want but she had learned to love, the husband who had helped her bring her dearest daughters into the world. “I’m fine I just… I missed Elisabeth is all.” She replied to the aging Baron. She recalled how during her last encounter with Igor she asked him to watch over her daughter in these foreign courts she would soon join. The Baroness couldn’t hold her tears, rushing up to her sole room to hide herself from further questions. She regretted it all, everything that happened with Igor, but didn’t wish it hadn’t happened, instead she would regret having not married the Lord Speaker in her youth, having not married the man who brought her the only son she would ever love, having declared the other three as disappointments long ago, she regretted not living a life of true love, and true friendship. It certainly meant more than any silly title. The only thing left for her in those moments was simply to sit and wait, wait for the day they will reunite in the afterlife. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charbi 398 Share Posted July 13, 2021 Aylin de Astrea's heart leapt into her throat at the news. No...this couldn't be true, could it? She pushed out of her seat and paced her room, her mind a daze and trying to recall the last time she had seen him. It had been...far too long since her friend called on her for tea and talk of the the occurrences between their two nations. The Badawi donned her cloak and slipped away, out of Elysium and through the frozen wilds before finally finding the road to Karosgrad and into the ballroom they danced in to no music. She sniffled, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she watched the ghosts of her dear friend Igor and her former self glide gently around the dancefloor. "Alright, but promise you won't laugh, da? My one true goal in life is to make as many people as I can smile." He had said here, the memory of which, indeed, lifted a corner of her lips as she said: "Well old friend, I trust that you managed that goal and more. Here is to you." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rep2k 2477 Share Posted July 13, 2021 Pontifical Reservation 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarmadonn 652 Share Posted July 13, 2021 Ruslan Baruch had sat in his office, gently thumbing the head of one of his turtles. A red haired Ayrian servant entered, delivering the sad news before departing. The Duke of Valwyck was not close with Igor Kort, though he saw the former Lord Speaker as a man he could somewhat respect. He exited his office, leaving towards a nearby mountain with bagpipes in hand. When arrived, he'd say a few words. "A good enough man, Ah' suppose. Wha'ever flaws he had, he deserved a better death. May ye' find rest, Lord Speaker." With that, he blew on the mouthpiece of the bagpipes for a few moments before heading back towards Karosgrad. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarahbarah 5019 Share Posted July 13, 2021 Spoiler [OOC] thanks for making me cry with your post eric (all jokes aside, thank you for the lovely rp I had with Igor. <3) Just before the life left Igor’s eyes, Prinzenas Petra emitted a bloodcurdling scream that could only be described as one of pure grief and horror. She fought against her father’s restraint to tend to the wounded Igor, but to no avail. Briefly, they’d locked eyes as Igor lay dying on the floorboards in front of her. Time seeemd to stop in that moment - for both Petra and Igor, perhaps. “I’m . . . so proud.” As if offering Petra the reassurance she always needed in her youth, and in his last breath, her lifelong mentor emitted these three words. He was gone, then. “Igor, Igor nie … -“ was the only utterance that seemed to be managed by the traumatized girl. She chanted it, even after his final breath was drawn. Chanting was soon replaced by wails and screams of utter grief. The girl was then ushered away from the scene thereafter, screaming until her throat had gone hoarse and crying ‘til she could no longer shed tears. Assessing her state, her bright, yellow debutante dress had heen stained in blood - blood that was not hers. No matter how many times the dress would be washed, those stains would never disappear, not from her mind nor her heart. Instead, Petra would don black for the next year. She hardly left her chambers, only occasionally leaving to eat, though she could hardly stomach anything. Nightmares plagued her slumber every night, in which she would relive the sacrifice Igor made for her - a consistent reminder that he died to save her life. She could hardly live with such guilt, as it plagued her almost as heavily as the grief of his death did. Petra had dealt with grief before. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, but losing someone so close to her made her feel like she was drowning in it. Her father took note of such, and sat her down for a talk. It was then that Petra decided that she would live her life for Igor - the one he had sacrificed his own for. She would not want to dishonor his memory and the sacrifice he made for her - and so, she lived. It was painful for the first few days, and it most likely would be for more to come, but she lived. She read and she wrote in the book her mentor had so graciously gifted her. Upon a blank page, the first one that Igor had instructed her to write on, she tentatively grasped her ink-soaked quill and wrote a rather simple beginning in this book that held so much meaning. The words, however, held a magnitude of their own: ”I live.” 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
1_Language_1 1671 Share Posted July 13, 2021 Abraham tucks his formal suit away. "I will never go off duty. If I wasn't off duty, I would have been up there, I could have responded quicker. Maybe he would have lived." He shuts the door quietly as he speaks to himself, looking out of his attic window that overlooked the barracks. Abraham overlooked the cells with a sour frown, perhaps feeling the anger of vengeance for once. "That man dies, one way or another. Either he dies at the end of a rope, or I drown him in the lake.. and I know that no soldier will argue with it. Petra didn't deserve to have her day ruined, she didn't deserve any of this. Igor didn't deserve it either." He tossed his gift for Petra into a drawer, never wanting to remind her of that pain that came from her debutante. Spoiler Formatting on mobile is terrible sorry I couldn't put more 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6345 Share Posted July 13, 2021 Some peculiar Elfess would sigh, some lengthy trail of smoke escaping her lips in an exhale fraught with weariness - some Elven adage might escape the crimson, but even still, none could say what it meant. From her maw then leapt some distinct utterance of tepidly restrained rancor, the words slipping past grit teeth and storm-kissed fury. "A fine life reaches its conclusion - though death's hand comes far too early... Why, GOD, do you take only those with kindness in their hearts, and ne those with malice in their gaze?" Thusly inquired she of the Almighty, though alas; naught in the way of answer or response might be found. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pureimp10 5178 Share Posted July 13, 2021 Gavel crafters throughout the Kingdom mourned for the death of their best customer. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DahStalker 2853 Share Posted July 13, 2021 Though only brief acquaintances through a sparse conversation once in awhile - his mark had stuck - leaving a particular individual to wonder. Once in a blue moon would the wine-addled thief pondered upon whether or not the certain Raevir lived his life fullheartedly or contentedly. It was always a sporadic contemplation, and she had hoped he lived deliciously. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
hemomancy 2850 Share Posted July 13, 2021 A poet of some renown wandered the unclaimed lands of the world, the elven woman donned in pink robes. "Perhaps one day... one day I'll become a politician like the Speaker had recommended..." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
garentoft 8353 Share Posted July 13, 2021 "Mm," pondered Franz, sat leaned against a willow tree in close proximity to Ghaestenwald. "Igor had been falling for years, if I recall?" He questioned the tree, which, should you be in doubt, did not respond. "Downhill ever since he became Speaker, really. I respected him when we were younger, though, I suppose the reasons behind his tomber en disgrâce will remain beyond me." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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