THE MISSING HOLY KNIGHT | P. H. de Rosius

[Franczhiz 4438]

A MISSING HOLY KNIGHT

 

"From the Empire - The once proud Holy Sir and Equester-Imperator with the epithet ‘The Kind’ packed his equipment and called for his horse. He rode off as fast as the wind from the Empire; most likely being seen by many; including his friends, reminiscing about the time that he had there with his friends. He smiled; before riding off towards the sun; only GOD would know where or why he had left his homeland. "A place I once called home.." He said underneath his helmet while he was riding from the bridge at the river. - heading far south.

 

The Holy Sir rode off as fast as the wind; encamping himself here and there in the wilderness. The Holy Sir was hunting in the forest; skinning them to roast it to get proper food. The Holy Sir seemed to be mentally wrecked by his previous experiences; the death of his aunt, wife and unborn child and the disease that he had before playing a role in it. A lot of trees would have a lot from the edge of a sword, possible traces or simply how the Holy Sir uttered his anger.

 

The Holy Sir had his thoughts about his children but he knew they were in good hands as they were being educated by his old friend Lady Josephine Aleksandra. For who he prayed a lot and loved from the first day that they met eachother. But behind every smile is a certain sadness due to the recent loss of his wife; leaving the Holy Sir to be desperate.

 

Hours had passed; the Holy Sir sat within a forest.. Looking at his helmet; “GOD have I failed you? Have I failed my family? Is it me that shall be rotting in the ground next?” The Holy Sir prayed and made the attempt to communicate with GOD for His guidance. Though a hopeless and helpless cry would resound from the forest. He prayed for the fate of his family, children and loved one; of what would happen during his absence. It almost feels like the last leaf of the rose has dropped itself'; and nothing more remains but the harmful thornes.

 

I love my family; no matter where they are from; and no matter what circumstances we find ourselves in.

 

And so..

 

This was my story; and it may or may not be the last.

Holy Sir Philip Hughes “The Kind” de Rosius"

 

Spoiler

A SMALL EVENT FOR PHILIP HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHICH WILL LAST FOR AT LEAST 5 DAYS TO FIND HIM !

 

This letter would be sent to those who are receiving the link through discord DMs OR the family discord!; this is not a post for everyone in the Empire !

 

[crazedpudding 2512]

Klara Elizaveta gasps with swiftly growing horror as she hears of her uncle's disappearance, running toward her father with tear stained cheeks. "Papej! Papej! Aedypapej Philip am missing!" @Xarkly

[Mattiii 1663]

Sir Otis de Rosius sat reclined by the babbling brook near the family Estate, unsuspecting of any more bad news.

[Viggen92 326]

Casper Cardinal Providentia had just entered through the gates of the Imperial Capital and was on his way to the Pontifical Apartments, as the news of his grandson's disappearence reached him. He hung his head and sighed a bit. The elderly Metropolitan would then read a couple prayers for Philip; he prayed that GOD would guide him back home.

[Gandhi 3225]

Charles Darkwood recieved the letter whilst relaxing back into a chair alongside his wife. He briefly skims through it before frowning and setting it down. "F*ck."

[sarahbarah 7109]

Princess Petra Emma heard Klara’s resounding cries through the Prikaz halls. The weary royal sighed, concern marring her features as she went to console her crying niece when she had finally heard the news. 

 

“May Godan keep vy, borsa-in-law,” she spoke, signing the Hussariyan cross over herself.

 

@crazedpudding

[Guzr 2050]

Holy Sir Edwin blinked, furrowing his brows. He prepared extra rations for if he encountered the man on his travels.

[Traveller 2718]

Sebastian Velho blinked in surprise at the news of Philip's disappearance. He was upset this would mean he would not visit Erwinsburg anymore. He hoped for his safe return soon.