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The Last Prance [PK]


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The Last Prance

 

 


 

Perhaps it was at a young age, Roberta knew her life would not be filled with great stories or a happy ending. Perhaps it was now the pale eyed woman knew she wouldn’t be able to be as great as her forefathers who bared the same cold gaze. But alas, her life like any other, pitiful or heroic, ended. 

 

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It was a simple morning for the average woman. Walking, talking. Perhaps hunting from time to time. But again, it was morning, the weather cool as always within San Luciano. The sounds of children, mothers, and the elderly roaming the busy streets. Today, the demoness of southbridge thought, would be a nice day for hunting. 

 

So, the Madame would prepare her horse, her gear, and etcetera for her planned hunting trip in the forests of Southbridge. Where she so famously got her moniker as a young maiden. While she galloped her horse across the Dwarven country side, she would be stopped by some bandits attempting to steal from a less fortunate family. Of course, with the woman’s so called bravery, or some would call stupidity, would approach the group of thugs. Attempting to save the mother with her young child.

 

In doing so, the woman made a fatal mistake. Yes, the woman indeed succeed in helping the young pair escape. She was defenseless. Alone. So as any warrior, idiotic or not. She fought to her last tooth and nail. Blood dripped from her arms from cuts from the petty thieves. Alas, the hunter lost to the pray she so foolishly thought she could defeat, kneeling to the bandits in defeat. Thoughts flowed through her mind as the men surrounded her preparing to end her life. The thoughts of her timing under Johanna I and her dearest friends Katherina and Ulrich to her older life with her friend, Nikita, who she unknowingly would be joining soon. The thoughts of the good times and the bad times flowed threw her head, while a blade was held near her neck. 

 

The woman would then look up to the sky, and close her eyes, listening to the air blow threw her hair.

 

Slice

 

Alas, the foolish stag took her last prance and she was,

 

Dead

 


 

 

Spoiler

 

As much as I hate writing PKs, especially when there was no RP leading to their death, and simply writing one because it is time (Aka, there was no rp which happened at all). I knew Roberta had become stale and boring. But the fun when it was around lasted for a while. I want to thank @Axelu@Tigergiri@LithiumSedai for the amazing experience which developed my character in Childhood. To the people who allowed me to play Roberta, @GhostSHTR, and @Dogged. Even though ghost we are not on the best of terms, I am glad to have the experience in the first place. They are so many people I would have to thank! But thank you all who were also not named for the RP we had all experienced with my first character when returning.



EDIT : The text is being a b!tch so, sorry for the bad text formatting.

 

 

 


 

 

 

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Catherine mourned the loss of her aunt and dearest childhood friend gravely and locked herself in the palatial apartments. She would not exit for several days’ time, reminiscing of the others to her husband The Prince of Savoy.

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Nikita in the skies so soon from the darkness she was met with light and before her eyes her dear friend. “Oh for we are too young for even this my friend.” moving to comfort the lady in her arrival. 

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An eyes flicked around upon hearing the news, grasping the memories she had with Lady Roberta. The Princess signed the cross onto herself and proceeded with her day.

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Caius Tiberius de Ravensburg would hear about the hunting accident. It had been years since he had heard a word from his disowned sister. "Regardless of her treason she was my sister...I at least hope she is in a good place." he'd state to himself before continuing on his pilgrimage

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"Finally joining us" The oversized Bruce would smile, waving her along with the rest of their old companions from the south.

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