Jump to content

[PK] A Short Drop and a Sudden Stop


TJBMinecraft
 Share

Recommended Posts

A Short Drop an a Sudden Stop

In6MlhN.jpg

 

On the 10th of the Grand Harvest 1849, the sky was dim and the clouds grey with a bitter chill around the air. Deep within the Bastion of the newly renovated city of Providence an aging lions eyes closed for the very last time.

 

In his final hours, the elderly senile Hartcold roamed around Providence chanting to himself in support of the Hartcold's fighting on the frontlines alongside the dwarves against the Holy Orenian Empire and it's horde "Ave Urguan! Ave Sedan! Ave Hartcold!". The man proclaims armed with only his walking cane, only to be arrested by members of the ISA for heresy. He knew what that meant, he saw his own father executed by the same people 30 years prior during the Sedan Rebellion. For a brief while he was imprisoned within the dingy walls of the Bastion. Although he knew he would meet his fate in this city, he still kept a sense of humour about himself asking the guards if he could get cushions for his poor back - his request was not granted.

 

Within half an hour of his imprisonment, the 6'5, 273lbs Hartcold was forcibly frogmarched towards the centre of the Bastion, the mans cold blue eyes meeting the gallows. Many me would fear this fate, but not this lion. He took his upcoming death with pride, knowing he was dying for a cause he believed in. A cause his father fought and died for...a cause his sons also fought and died for. The man stood at the gallows, looking down at the amassed crowd of priests, soldiers and a singular Hartcold watching his final moments. Ivan var Ruthern, tied the rope around his neck proclaiming "John Frederick Hartcold. You are charged under the ORC with CH 208.01, on Injured Majesty. You are also charged with being a heretic as well as an enemy of the Holy Orenian Empire. The sentence for such actions is death by hanging. Do you have any last words?". Hearing this question, the brave Sedanian looks towards the crowd and up towards the sky with a smirk before opening his lips "Jingle bells, Oren smells, Urguan rules the day. Oh what fun it is to kill the ******* ISA"

 

With the end of his final words, Ivan Ruthern muttered "May Godan save vyr soul" as he pulled the lever with John Frederick Hartcold dropping, the rope breaking the man's neck almost instantaneously. And with the fluttering of the crows wing another Lion was dead within Orenian soil,

 

Requiescat in Pace

John Frederick Hartcold

B879B227-6B3E-4995-ABDF-5A8B5422A854.jpeg?width=536&height=670

1780 - 1849

Link to post
Share on other sites

Ivan, upon entering his home after the returning of John Hartcold's body to Sedan, offered words of prayer for the late Hartcold.

Link to post
Share on other sites

 Share

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...