ONE OF THE FEW [PK]

[Fionn__TWG 2616]

ONE OF THE FEW

PK of Fionn Castaway

 

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The weather of Valwyck was the usual for this time of year. The rays and warmth of the Haeseni summer sun would beat down on the land, the crops and flora of the vassal state swaying lightly in the afternoon breeze. Fionn would wake up to such a pleasure late, the calm waves of the summer not jolting him out of bed as their rough winter counterparts usually did. The clanking of bottles was heard by the groggy, aged man as he opened the cork lid of a carrion with his teeth, spitting it out into the clear waters which held his fishing boat, thereafter lifting the morning drink up to his lips as he spectated the peasants from afar, scratching his beer belly meanwhile. After fully waking up, he’d spot Eirik Baruch rallying his levies, a reminder for the man of the day that was to follow “Oh right, the siege!” the man whispered to himself, putting on his old HRA armor, now outdated and worn, before sailing to land via his dinghy to join the forces.

 

The journey to the Urguani allies was quicker than Fionn expected. It seemed the entire day was passing the old man too fast. The man shrugged it off as usual as he leaned on one of the tents of the siege camp, pulling out his second carrion of the day. There he looked on as the younger members of the BSK ran around preparing the trebuchets, frowning slightly to himself. They reminded him of himself when he was younger, and those he served with. Many of them now lay dead in a graveyard or crypt, if they were lucky. While he didn’t do it aloud, he’d begin guessing which of them would die before they reached 30, pointing subtly as he did so “Him…him…her…him…her…him…her…her…” his thoughts were cut short by the sound of Flemius ordering him to his assigned trebuchet, offshore. He nodded silently as he moved off to the dinghy which took the crew to the massive Urguani warship, wondering why such small men needed such big ships.

 

The keep at Southbridge looked miniscule from where he stood on the fleet, chuckling as he commented “I see they’re keeping the fort in theme with the defence force.” He watched as the remainder of the infantry lined themselves up for the post-bombardment charge, a mixture of Haeseni, Urguani, Ferrymen, and Fleivers alike. And then, time seemed to stop. The air was almost suffocating, The scene deafeningly quiet. As the order was given, the trebuchets groaned, the force of the ammo whizzing by almost knocking the man off his feet. The distant cries of crushed Orenians were brutal, but brought a smile to the man’s face. They were addicting to his ears, listening to nothing but the sounds which came from the fort.

 

The cry of one of his fellow soldiers was heard from across the ship, Fionn turning to him for a slight moment before the sensation hit him. As if planned, the feeling of two swords forced through his back simultaneously, pulling out similarly as the old former Seneschal slumped to the ground. His breathing turned hoarse as he watched the other crews rush to the defence of the nearby King. Fionn did no such thing, merely reaching for his 3rd carrion as he struggled to bite the lid off. He could only get one sip in before his movements ceased, and he joined the casualties, the majority of the bottle spilling onto his remains and the deck which held them.

 

Many of the Tripartite forces would enjoy a night of merriment and celebration following the swift takeover of the keep.

 

Fionn was one of the few.

 

 

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SIR FIONN CASTAWAY HKML

 

19TH MALIN’S WELCOME 1785 - 7TH SUN’S SMILE 1854

19TH JULA & PIOV 338 ES - 7TH TOV & YERMEY 407 ES

[erictafoya 2302]

 

 

As Fionn entered the gates of the seven, the scenery around him would change. A familiar building could be spotted in the distance. It was the Old Stout Crow Tavern, long before it's many changes throughout the decades. As Fionn made his way closer towards the building, a tall yet charming figure could be spotted sitting at the bar.

 

The figure seemed big, strong, and yet kind and gentle at the same time. His voice was deep, proud, confident, almost commanding, yet it was also charming, smooth, and inviting. It would be familiar to Fionn, and one that he had not heard for many decades.

 

As his voice and image became clearer, it would be evident that the man had a glass of scotch in one hand, and the bar keeps hand in another. The mad lad was flirting, even in the seven skies. The tall figure stood up and turned upon hearing footsteps come closer. His shining green eyes would almost sparker as he spotted who it was, and a large and charming smile formed on his features. It was Igor.

 

"Well, I'll be damned... You finally died, and it wasn't from alcohol?" the man quipped. "Welcome home, my best friend. It's good to finally see you. Sit down, share a glass with me" he offered, "Tell me, how's the wife?"

[argonian 12836]

"Hopefully at least in death someone will finally pronounce the poor man's ******* name right." says Jurgen

 

"Fee-on..." he murmurs with a shudder, walking off.

[MissToni 3487]

Father Katerina went to the basilica to do another prayer by herself as she found out her old friend was now dead.

[Capt_Chief26 1205]

In the Seven Skies sat William Carolus, he turned to see his old friend has finally come to join him, smiling at him and raising a holy beer for him to drink “Look who finally made it, been wondering when you would show up…”

 

Ser Reinhardt Barclay signed the Lorraine at the funeral of his mentor, the man who had taught how to be a high seneschal  “may Gott guide du to paradise, du were ein gutte man, und Ich shall remember drinking teachings always”

Edited January 9, 2022 by Capt_Chief26

[Lickspittle 694]

"Welcome, brother. Welcome home." A true man of the faith, Ionian Mackensen welcomed his former brother into the seven skies.

[AmazingAzura 212]

Cillian Castaway. . . stared at the missive. . . and stared. . . and stared. His family had been eradicated, leaving him alone until he himself ended the line of Castaways. All. Alone.

[Maevlin 681]

Dr. Aestenia Aevaris sighed at the missive, while they had joked about her taking a part of him once he died, she didn't want to. Ayliu, the screeowl Fionn had gifted her, was sound asleep on her lap as she raised a glass and said "Two words. Van'ayla Mal'onn"

[BobBox 3202]

"I suspect this one would of died fighting instead of fleeing." Simply spoke an occult man, his arms soon folding over his chest as he went about his day.

 

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More just making this comment to say it was a good fight between you and me on the boat, big props to not water kiting.

 

[Lokvank 334]

"What? Is he here now?" would comment Vulmon Heidan from the Seven Skies as the one he had held for an idol practically since he joined the HRA, as it was formerly known as, arrived there as well

[GoodGuyMatt 7060]

Up high in the seven skies, Ser Brandt Barclay offered a light smile to his good friend Fionn, offering him a pat on the shoulder as he saw him approach "Got a Haeseni's end, eh?"

[garentoft 8352]

The Duke of Valwyck made sure to dedicate a spot within his crypts to the fallen Seneschal, who he supposed may well have been Ayrian, at least in spirit.

 

Meanwhile, the Oracle awoke from their slumber then, and retrieved an old watch that he had been given by his friend once upon a time. He had won it from a game of darts, in which he, of course, had the advantage given that Fionn only had had one eye. His fingers glid over the watch, and he offered a simple, "Hello, old friend."

[rukio 8910]

Spoiler

no thats illegal stop that

 

[Weebmaster36 248]

As soon as Aeira saw Fionn in the seven skies she smacked him upside the head. "You take longer to get up here than an aging wine! Now let's go drink some. I'm sure you would love to see the rest of the mondblumes up here."

[CopOwl 1668]

Dame Lynette Mendez hears the news of Fionn's death and she takes a quick intake of breath to hold back her rage filling her inside.

"You will be missed, dear friend.." The woman mutters, teeth sticking together like tar and grinding from the pressure. "Why must death be the catalyst to change and victory..." She murmurs to herself before bowing her head and kneeling to pray for the Castaway's safe travel to the Seven Skies above.