Where is Keaghen Armas?

[SortedJarhead 817]

Where is Keaghen Armas?

The unfortunate story of the lost vice-chancellor, the most fair, most fashionable, most humble, most valient, most womanizing, must grand, most drunk, most amazing, most bi-curious, most greatest chancellor to bless the Holy Oren Empire, and Adunian to walk upright.

 

Vice-Chancellor, Sir Keaghen Armas 1813

 

It began a normal morning in the Armas Estate almost a decade ago. Sat around the table with his wife Alexandria and his infant child Kylah, they would discuss their daily plans.

Upon this day Keaghen’s older sister, “Big” Bertha Armas was travelling into Providence and had insisted they go fish down the Redenford River. Keaghen, not very fond of his sister, had his arm twisted.

“You do not have to go..” Alexandria assured him.

“Ye know I must.” Keaghen replied. “Ye dun nae know what me sister is like when she’s told nae.”

“And,” he added “She supported me through that Ivy Dust addiction, ay. It would be rude to forget her now.”

 

Alexandria retreated. The Vice-Chancellor pecked the head of his child, unbeknownst it was their last encounter.

 

 

 

Bertha Armas, 1811

 

“Me brotha!” Bertha yelled from down the riverbank. “Es about time ye showed up - give yer big sis a hug!” 

The woman, a few years older than Keaghen but double or triple in weight he estimated, waddled in a half-sprint towards him and lifted him above her head!

“It’s been so long!” she screeched, pulling him into her folds. Keaghen could only let out a murmur. 

 

They got in a wee wooden raft, and had begun a long day of fishing. Keaghen, an avid angler, was procured much more river trout than his sister. In jealousy, she fumed. In competition, she remained focused and silent.

Their raft navigated down the river, coming down the bend south of Providence. Those who know the river know the rapids which run beneath the bridge. Keaghen and his sister, locked in competition, did not notice.

 

Just before the bridge he pulled in the biggest fish he ever saw! A 10 foot river trout.

 

Bertha huffed, and puffed, her face turned red and she jumped up from her seat. She screamed, flailed, pouted and stomped her feet.

 

“How did ye do that!” she shouted. Her tantum rocked the little boat. She jumped up and down.

 

THUD!

 

Her large mass punctured right through the floor of the boat, and she slipped into the waters.
 

Keaghen dropped the fish startled. He wanted to save her but water soon flooded the boat. Then, he noticed the rapids approach.

 

“SHITE!” he yells as the wooden raft is pulled down the rapids. Hitting the rocks below, the boat shattered.

 

Keaghen held onto a broken piece, but once resurfaced, had already floated past the river delta - he was drawn out to sea!

 

 

Keaghen Armas, present day

For many days Keaghen floated. The dry sun berated upon his fair Adunian skin and he thought death was near. Yet, upon his third day he saw a seagull above him. Land!

Abandoned in the middle of the ocean, a small deserted island was found. Those familiar with J J Abrams hit 2000s TV Show LOST would imagine it like that. That is where Keaghen Armas be, and no one know he is alive.

 

THE WILL

 

The news of Sir Keaghen’s disappearance is not really news, it happened a decade ago. However, to safeguard against mistaking his death when he just may be on a bender, his lawyers where instructed to wait 10 years before releasing his will. As an extra security measure, he had given a key to each of his lawyers, Henrick Komnenos @KamikazeReaper and Ricky O’Rourke @Jameson_h, that had to be used simultaneously to open a chest. In that chest was a map, which marks a tree. Under that tree is another chest, with another lock only Simon Pruvia had. In that chest was a puzzle developed by skilled monks from Yong Ping, which was given to Henry Penton to decipher. The puzzle, once completed, opened a compartment with a note. That note read: Second drawer of my desk.

There, within the second drawer of Keaghen’s desk was his will.

 

 

IN EVENT OF MY DEATH

MY WIFE ALEXANDRIA ARMAS AND DAUGHTER KYLAH ARMAS SHALL HAVE BY TRAILER, BY BELONGINGS, AND MY LEGACY.

 

HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY JOHN VIII SHALL HAVE MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER. @KosherZombie

PLEASE RAISE THEM IN YOUR COURT, TO BE GOOD CITIZENS, WITH A SILVER SPOON. AN UPBRINGING US POOR HARRENITES DIDN’T HAVE.

 

ALSO NAME SOMETHING NEAT AFTER ME. LIKE A PUB OR A ALLEYWAY.

 

IF MY BODY IS PRESERVED, GIVE EDITH HOPE MY [redacted]

END

[annanicole__ 2802]

"That dumb man of mine..." Alexandria Armas sighed as she walks back to Providence after many years missing herself. "It's time to raise our daughter.... i wonder if she will remember me. Keaghen wherever you are please return I can not do this on my own." 

[Mescaffier 6197]

"Te' guy that accidentally shot me in the head?" Dame Viktoriya murmured, looking over the poster that'd somehow drifted into Hanseni territory. "Damn. Even though 'e almost killed me, te' lad vas . . . Kind of, like, one of te' coolest Orenians I knew. Vhy do the good ones have to die!?"

[growingivy 3382]

The now eleven year old Kylah Armas swung her legs back and forth, back and forth, as she sat on the back counter of bar within the Victory Pub. One to never quite know her father, she often wondered what he was like. Whenever she was younger and speaking to potential friends- friends that never did seem to quite work out, she spoke of him as if he were simply working and not in fact missing. It was only whenever Kylah grew that she knew he was not returning, as far too many years had passed.

 

"I wonder if he'd like the drinks I make..." The girl would mutter, always one to question this.

[PyroAlt 49]

James H. Madron kicked back at his desk after reading the letter. “Oh, He went missing?” Then returned back to his work in the armory to construct a new weapon.

[sergisala 3451]

Sir Charles Galbraith would sigh after remembering that today was the 10th anniversary of the disappearance of his friend in the Imperial Cabinet

 

"I remember working shoulder to shoulder with Mister Armas, a good man and a fellow orenian patriot, in national security matters of an utmost importance for the Ministry of Justice, such as the War on Drugs and our endeavours to stop the circulation of Ivy Dust in the markets. May GOD bless him and his family in these dark times."

[Asutto 2452]

Somewhere in the humid jungles of Almaris an old friend of Keaghen's received word of his passing, attached with a copy of his will "Gifting his wife and daughter off to the Emperor - A clown till the end." The woman chuckled, leaning over afterwards to show her cousin (@BogsBinny) "What do you make of this?" A thud then sounded off behind her, reminding her to return back to work.

[Nectorist 12874]

“NOOOOOOOO!” Screams Franz Sarkozy, slamming his fists down on his table as the news of the price of peaches in Elvenesse increasing reaches his ears. 
 

“By the way, you hear old Kegahen is lost at sea? I’ll put ten marks down he doesn’t show up for another decade and a half,” he then says to his many attendants around him as they scramble to pick up the many dominoes he had just knocked over.

[makeitsoyoucandeleteaccounts 610]

"A man of ethics. I believe it is in the collective duty of all humanity to display our... 'redacted's to Edith Hope once we pass.", he mused.

 

The ein Ariskiy then frowned, "By that matter, wouldn't some poor soul be left with Edith Hope's 'redacted' at the time of her death?", he further pondered.

 

"Eugh."

[MRCHENN 4741]

An old colleague and friend of Keaghen Armas rolls within his grave.