A Grenadier Put To Rest [PK]

[PaleOmnivore390 77]

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Waiting. That seemed to be all that Richard Harver did anymore. The Old Grenadier could see that the old days were gone. His comrades were fading away around him, one at a time. Those he once served with, were now almost all dead and gone and when walking through New Providence, he recognizes nearly no one. He was sad now, relying on the drink but he still was around. Why? The ISA was his home, his duty, and his reason to live. All that he had done in the past, from climbing onto the backs of orcs, or facing demons head on in the woods, he has done for the ISA.

 

Richard Had a troubled childhood, one even he cannot remember. All that was important to know of it though is that he was on his own. He had traveled from kingdom to kingdom, and settlement to settlement, until he came across Oren. He was quickly picked off the streets by an ISA capitan and quickly brought into the ranks of the ISA.

 

He was oathed in and trained with his new friend, Vladrick var Ruthern. He saw many soldiers grow with him and he saw many stories end and begin. He served a long service of over 60 years and throughout that time he had been beaten, battered, set alight, shot, stabbed, crushed, slashed, trampled, and blown up; all multiple times on many separate occasions. But despite this he always rose to fight another day.

 

Although even in the ISA Richard had fallen to many dark paths. He had been mentally tormented for too long and it took its toll. Anyone who had known him could see he was not right in his head. Though Richard had one comfort, his potatoes.

 

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It was a normal day in New Providence and Richard was patrolling the city when he came across a small group at the front gate. The group of four or so had gathered around a man in light armor explaining that his friend had gone missing. The group is made up of Richard, Dame Amelia, Valentina vas Ruthern, and lucius. They ventured out to around where the man had been reported missing behind providence. What met them there was a heavily armored man standing over a bloodied body.

 

The man turned around holding a spear covered in blood but that was the least of his concern. Richard nearly dropped his sword at the sight of the man in front of him. He had a helmet with only one eye hole in it. Richard only ever knew one man who would do that, and it was Vlad.

 

Richard regained himself, seeing as the others had not yet recognized Vlad he just pushed on. Knowing that would only get in their way. Knowing Vlad, Richard could see that blood had already been drawn and that the Ruthern was not looking to stop now.

 

Richard stepped forward and the skirmish began. Vlad had been the only man Richard had not been able to beat in combat, having drawn or lost all their playful encounters. But Richard was not all in this fight. This was real and one, or both, of them would not be leaving the battlefield alive. 

All Richard could think about was the nightmares he had been having for years. They all seemed to run together and now he saw those simple, insignificant dreams play out before his very eyes. Richard put it all together and already saw the end of the battle. He knew what would happen and it haunted him.

 

Then, being thrown from his thoughts he is knocked to the side along with Amelia, leaving Lucius on his own against Vlad. Richard blacked out but remembered what was soon to happen to poor Lucius. 

 

Richard awoke, covered in Lucius’s blood, before gathering his sword and standing again to face vlad. “Why’d ya do that ye’ bastard!” He cried out as he stood to face his comrade. He exchanged a few blows with him before Richard froze. What happened next, he already knew, so why fight it.

 

Vladrick raised his spear above his head, Richard threw his sword to the ground. Vladrick prepared to throw the spear at Richard. Richard took out a potato and looked at it. The sun began to rise as the spear sunk deep into Richard's chest, catching him straight in the center of his body. A tear left Richard's eye as he looked to his friend, then to the potato, then his friend once more.

 

“Vlad”

 

All the world seems to have gone quiet and the soft sound of Richard falling to his knees. He still observed the potato, thinking of all his brothers and sisters in arms he would soon be rejoining. He thought of the times with him, Vlad, Ezekiel, and others who changed his life. Who made his life. 

 

All was quiet and the only thing heard was Richard softly falling to his side, curled around the spear. The crunch of the grass seemed almost as loud as the armor clanking in defeat. The potato he was holding gently rolled out from his still hands and onto the field he lay slain on as the moon shone upon Richard one, last, time…

 

“A grenadier pushes their mind and body to their limits

A grenadier masters their emotions

A grenadier learns continuously

A grenadier never leaves a man behind

A grenadier leads

A grenadier never surrenders 

A grenadier makes the best of the worst situations

A grenadier knows their flaws as well as they know their strengths

A grenadier proves themselves through actions, not words”
 

 

[oryP 1068]

Sergeant Major Kendrick Nightingale read over the missive. “Our last grenadier, dead.” He frowned before setting fire to the parchment with candle flame. “Ave Orenia, Sergeant.”

[Aehkaj 1244]

In his final moments, Sir Vladrick var Ruthern would remember his friend. A flash of the good times they had in the military before all went mad.

[Asutto 2452]

With a hefty sigh Anastasia O'Rourke stepped out from her heavenly abode to welcome Richard to the seven skies.
"Welcome home. May your days of fighting be finally put to rest."

[XOCO 502]

"Crispy Moores."

 

"Toasty Harver."

 

The two soldiers exchanged a cheeky glance, as they passed each other. There was no duo as fearsome as the bold grenadier and the fledgling royal guard, their exploits legendary. After all, no man had ever withstood the power of their combined might, especially when Ezekiel was armed with Richard's... arm.

 

"And now, we are both broken men." Sir Ezekiel Moores chuckles, glancing at his golem arm. 

[MapleSunflower 1889]

Dr. Primrose Gendik set Richard Harver into the 2nd cot of the clinic, just as he had always done in life. "Godspeed, my friend. You will never be forgotten." She laid the blanket over Richard's body so he may rest in peace. 

[Frisket 4543]

Nicole heard of the fallen grenadier, as she looked down and saw the small photo of the grenadier try out group, she seemed to miss her captain & her fellow comrade.

"Peash to zhe fallen"

[annabanana1014 2084]

Diana Vuiller would be in her bed as she read the awful missive… Tears were stained on her face, along with more to come. This was one of the few she looked up to in her childhood… he was one of the few that truly was genuine and kind. 

 

“Mister Richard… shall you remain happy in the Seven Skies where you belong. I will miss you dearly as you truly were a good man. You were one of the few who saved me from an earlier death, even if you do not know such. I wish we could of spoken one last time… I’ll keep you in my prayers and I’ll keep your honor going…”

 

[kazoo 587]

Recruiter Of Men, Slayer of the Norlanders, Chef Alexander Antler would cry tears of sadness in the funeral of the former soldier shouting "IT'S OVER IT IS ACTUALLY OVER"