Death of a Phoenix

[Balthasar 2497]

DEATH OF A PHOENIX

11th of the Sun’s Smile, 1850

 

The Imperial State Army marshalled its men and met the enemy at the border of Dwarven territory. The State Army made the first move, advancing towards the fort where they believed captives were being held while raining arrows down upon the enemy. At first, the tide of battle seemed to favour the Empire, until suddenly, a horde of Dwarves and bandits emerged from the cover of a nearby hill, and none of the Imperial soldiers saw them until it was too late. The ambushing party ravaged the Imperial archers and forced them into retreat, and it was at this moment that the rest of the Dwarven forces charged.

 

Within moments the battle was over. The living had retreated, were dying or worse; captured. Among these prisoners of war was Robert of Esbec. At first, they were moved to the Spire overlooking the battlefield. Inside they were threatened with death, slavery, and brandings. However, it was ultimately decided that they would be brought before the Grand King of Urguan.

 

And so, these poor fellows marched reluctantly to Kal’Darakaan: the City of Ancient Might and home of the Dwarves. There, it seemed as if the entire Dwarven nation and more had come to court just to see the beaten Orenians. The Grand King spoke about the injustice served upon him, and that he would serve the same in kind.

 

They were given a choice; deny the Empire and the Emperor. But to abandon their family and their homeland was unthinkable, and so, none of the valiant soldiers accepted. When the King bore witness to the steadfast rejections, he then decreed that the left hand of every Orenian captive was to be severed, save for a few who were to be delivered into the hands of others. Some seemed to accept their fate. Others did not. 

 

Robert was appalled by the declaration. Then, he felt a hand upon his shoulder, and he turned about to see who it belonged to. It was not a dwarven hand, but a Hyspian one. The stranger raised his axe, but Robert denied him the satisfaction of an easy maiming by smashing his own face into the Hyspian’s nose, forcing him back. Robert distanced himself from the man, but the Hyspian promptly smashed him onto the ground with his shield. At that point, it seemed as if everything was over for the Imperial Private. The triumphant Hyspian stepped onto his chest and heaved his axe into the air, when all of a sudden, Robert’s clenched hand flew forth, striking his assailant in his ‘two bells’, and the Hyspian fell back for a few moments.

 

But Robert had barely managed to stumble to his feet before he was once again shoved, and this time, he stumbled into an Ireheart. The dwarf’s hand was quick, cutting a ghastly line of red across Robert’s exposed throat. Hot blood spurted from the open wound, splattering across his uniform, and dripping down onto the floor below. There he stood, unsure if what had just happened had really happened. His hand grasped at his throat in a vain effort to stop the bleeding. 

 

Then, Robert fell. And thereupon the stones of the Dwarven halls, the Esbecian breathed his last, painting the floor a grisly crimson.

 

Robert de Sarkozy was dead.
 

[Elite Snipes 3563]

Bakir recalled the events of the battle as he drank with his kin. He raised his drink in the air in celebration saying "Today we have struck a swift and deadly blow against these Orenians, much of their blood was spilt, let them not forget what happens when they stand on OUR land." The other dwarves in the tavern roared as they swept down their drinks going to fill it once more.


OOC: Mad respect to you for pking after what happened in the throne room, I hope you enjoyed all of it even though it was a spam of emotes. Have a good one Vylkmir.

 

[Javert 9633]

"He put up a valiant effort in the end, I will give him that." Javier de Pelear muttered as he recalled his scuffle with the Imperial Private in the throne room. After a bit, he went to mutter a prayer for the Private's soul

[Pancho 4197]

As Kosher Daesmon Fier heard the news, a tear welled in his eye.

“That is a true warrior’s death. He looked death in the face and spit on it. Even though he was struck down for it, he is one of the only true soldiers their “Army” will have ever had.”

[BDanecker 867]

Mad respect

[_Indy 140]

Ferek would sit in his home, exhausted. Laboriously, he cleaned his weapons and armor, knowing full-well that war would soon again come knocking. Upon hearing of the outcome of the most recent battle, he smiled, but could not help to lament to himself,

 

"War 'es young'un's dyin' ahn' 'teh old 'uns mutterin'... may 'tese umros fin' peace 'en 'ter fates"

 

The dwed would return to his duties, now with a scowl upon his face

 

OOC

Spoiler

Hell yeah brotha. Go hard or go home.

 

[fetty bridgers 4492]

Tobias de Sarkozy grimaced as he heard such news. "What the hell!" he hollered into the night sky. A flame sitting before him would waver angrily throughout the night, licking the edges of the stone wall staining them black with ash. Perhaps this was a reflection of the man's rage, only time would tell. His son was dead.

[JoshBright 3016]

Jarad after reading would fallback wards and put his hands to his face as tears slowly streamed down it "too soon" he muttered "too soon"

[Franczhiz 4437]

7 hours ago, Qizu said:

Tobias de Sarkozy grimaced as he heard such news. "What the hell!" he hollered into the night sky. A flame sitting before him would waver angrily throughout the night, licking the edges of the stone wall staining them black with ash. Perhaps this was a reflection of the man's rage, only time would tell. His son was dead.

 

Joseph Clement de Sarkozy ran to his grandfather as he heard him holler - a concerned look upon his face. 

 

"Grandfather?.. What has happened?.." Then the area where they found themselves was dead silent, until a servant of the Sarkozy manor told Joseph of what had happened. The young Sarkozy fell on the ground, holding his head in utter desparation. The Sarkozic boy wept - though stood up with a severe amount of anger and hate; one could have said that it was almost un-Canonist for a young boy to remark the following:

 

"I want them dead. All of them, DEAD. I will vow to the souls in the Seven Skies, the Holy Scrolls and GOD himself that I shall slaughter every dwarf who comes in my sight. I will never forgive them for this, they have slaughtered my Uncle. And so I shall return them the favor; their temples, villages and settlements aflame. And I swear that if I am to march into battle alongside my fellow countrymen that I shall show no mercy; whether that will be man, woman or child! I want ALL of them DEAD!"

 

So said the Sarkozic boy, although being in absolute denial of his Uncle being dead. He began to walk towards his grandfather - to embrace him in this time of grief for House Sarkozic. 

 

"He finds himself at peace.. Grandfather.. but the dwarves? They shall burn. I swear it.."

[Imperium 3495]

General Erik var Ruthern lets out a sigh as he lists a soldier under his command KIA, "A brave comrade, he fulfilled his oath to the end. He shall watch over us from the seven skies."

[MapleSunflower 1889]

Candlelight is what kept the room alight, its flame flickering here and there - yet it's warm glow aided the woman to read the declaration of death. Standing from her desk, she placed the parchment down and headed to her bookshelves. 

Primrose Gendik-Komnenos solemnly places a fresh pot of lilies beside a tall, white candle. Using another flame, she lit the fresh candle. "Gone so soon..." She muttered, the candles illuminating the outline of her features. "He still had much to learn, yet he lent a diligent ear to the knowledge of saving lives. If only i could've saved his..." Primrose stepped back, wrapping her arms around herself as tears would fall. Everyone in the home was asleep, a stillness falling over the air of the basement clinic. 

"May his soul rest in peace among the stars. Watch over us, Robert. Protect us." 

[Asuno 184]

"Death and Glory to you llir" Wren'yer would remark softly as he left the throne room

 

 

((OOC: Respect bro))

 

[annanicole__ 2802]

"One by one, we all drop," Helena sits alone in her chamber. She walks up to her drapes and pulls them shut. "I'm curious as to who the next victim will be. My darling sister Octavia was the first, followed by Philip, and finally, my brother Robert."  Helena sat in her bed, picking at her fingers. "Old habits have a way of reappearing"

[kindEmperor 1466]

ragrin ireheart goes to lift his axe bouncing it of his hand "take one dweds beard we'h take on te'h orenian army" ragrin smirks as he then goes to then talk again "der say'on an eye for an eye wot bollocks  if you take a eye we take your hands we take your  lives in my case it wos me'h beard an ye'r paid te'h first price. ye'r fight proudly an at es al wel giv me'h respect fo te'h only foight wer ye'r du et proudly.                                                          

 

((OOC)) Respect for PKin my guy!!!