A Dark Knight falls [PK]

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

A Dark Knight falls

-=Sir Duncan Vuiller lying dead near his own knight tower=-

Even from his childhood, it was evident to Duncan that life was going to be something he would have to fight against. His family was a very aggressive Gorundyr one and he was raised as such. However, once upon breaking the lines of combat to save a friend he endangered the victory for his people, which led to a severe beating from his family. This was when he received his large facial burn scars, making him almost instantly recognisable.

 

Knowing that he could not take living in such a condition any longer, he made his way down to Old Providence, with nothing but 20 mina, the clothes on his back and hope that his life may be turned around. And it was, upon his arrival to the city, a High Elf by the name of Minuvas greeted him with a smile, welcoming him to Oren with open arms and kindness unlike anything he had seen before. The Mali’Aheral helped him get set up in a small apartment and taught him about the city and offered him help finding a job should he need it. 

 

He soon met a man named Charles Walker, who invited him to join the Ministry of Justice, an offer he took up. Throughout the years Duncan would learn, fight, investigate and prosecute his way through the ranks of the MOJ, leading to him becoming a Supervising Solicitor in almost no time at all. With the help of one Sir James Madron he had fought many battles, surviving and learning true mastery of a blade. At the same time he met an elf called Celeste Valentine, with whom he spent many years in a relationship with, of course they had to hide it but he was very happy with her. 

 

Duncan would soon be greeted by two men, a Mali’Ker named Zirath and a human called Toni. They ended up inviting him to a brotherhood known as the Jaeger Brotherhood of Luciensberg. The training was integral in the development of Duncan’s fighting style and he grew to hold a lot of respect for both men as they taught him a wide array of techniques to help him fight. Together the group would work together to fight a variety of enemies, however when the Ratiki sieged Luciensberg, they and the people of Luciensberg found themselves defeated and displaced.

 

On one of the MOJs many fights Duncan witnessed the passing of Ernest Colbert as he was shot with a boomsteel javelin fired from a specialised arbalest. A friend of his and someone he looked up to was gone within seconds, turned in mush. Duncan continued the fight until the retreat was called, but he was mentally scarred with the image of his superior dying. Mere days later he and Celeste were out when bandits approached, both drew their weapons and the fight ensued. Duncan managed to get out of it unscathed, but Celeste had been stabbed, and in his arms Duncan watched as she slowly passed away.

 

Throughout the following years Duncan, while still at work and progressing through the ranks, became more and more saddened as many of his colleagues including Joseph Warwick, and George o’Rourke took their own lives. Mentally, Duncan was deteriorating very quickly, he was unable to surprise a burning rage and hatred at the world he was in. It was on a whim in yet another fit of rage, Duncan put on his armour and made his way to a small village in Norland to go confront his family. In only 1 hour Duncan killed the entire family, showing little to no emotion aside from pure hatred. 

 

From there on, despite still working as normal, treating everybody fine, it was evident to anyone that annoying Duncan would only result in him lashing out at them. Something had changed from the old Duncan, a man who was optimistic and hopeful. From there he worked up to the rank of IBI Director, sometimes disappearing to satiate the bloodlust that came with the anger that burned inside of him, but otherwise trying to keep down the hatred he held.

 

As the years passed, it came to fruition that he was soon to be transferred into the Imperial State Army, as part of a shift of power, something that bothered him slightly as he had previously had negative interactions with those who were in the ISA. However, he was pleasantly surprised with the fact that everyone was rather pleasant, he trained and eventually joined the 4th Brigade, an honour he accepted with a smile on his face. 

 

An old friend of Duncan’s, Hans Braun spoke to him before Duncan was due to meet his friend Rev Vuiller, and made the decision to comment on his belief surrounding Duncan’s relationship with Celeste. The religious lecturing struck a nerve for him, anger began boiling as an argument would ensue with the both of them screaming before Rev and his sister Ravn approached. Duncan apologised and walked inside the tavern to talk with both Ravn and Rev. However, the entire time Duncan was planning how to deal with Hans. The next saint's day, Hans was found dead on the top of a hill, and his bloodied cross found on the doorstep of the Melphestaus manor. 

 

Eventually, Duncan grew to form a very close relationship with Ravn and after several years of courting, Duncan finally proposed with the approval of Cardinal Johan Vuiller, her father and also the closest thing Duncan had to a father figure. They got happily married and had 4 children and adopted another: Johan II, Lucien,  Drasus, Laurelie and Nicole. As he would reach the rank of Leftenant, Duncan would finally calm down slightly, although still suffering from breaks in sanity and killing those who stood in his way.

 

Life seemed peaceful and calm until he met Ragrin and Gorlim Ireheart, two men Duncan despised, criminals who had mutilated and killed all over Oren. One fateful day Duncan saw them outside Saint Harald’s Abbey and decided enough was enough and he would finally arrest them. Joined by many Holy Knights and his father in law, a fight took place, with the dwed narrowly escaping. From there began a very long lasting war of which Duncan saw a hell of a lot of bloodshed, himself causing a lot of it. 

As Duncan lay dying, he would sigh ever so slightly. He knew it was finally the end, however he debated whether him dying was a good thing or a bad thing for the world as a whole. He had done many good things, such as almost single handedly winning the Battle of New Esbec for the MOJ and the variety of criminals he had put away for their actions. He had helped a variety of people and contributed a lot to society. He was a father with 5 amazing children and a great wife, a friend to many and someone who could be trusted with a variety of tasks. However, could this truly make up for every bad thing he had done. He had killed his own friends, innocent people and even once a child. His psychosis was always progressing and it would only take his wife dying for him to completely snap. Maybe it was good that Duncan was dying, it meant several people would be safe, and that they would not be killed to satiate his bloodlust. As he would gently pass, the question remained unanswered, only whoever remained afterlife would be able to pass judgement on his case.

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[!] Letters would be sent out to the following people, with the date ‘The 2nd of Godefrey’s Triumph 1862’. 

 

To Ravn, my beloved, you have been my everything, you are my one and only love. You have given me a wonderful life and I love everything you have done for me. I will cherish every moment of our time together and no matter where I find myself after life, my memories of you will pull me through anything. It doesn’t matter that I am no longer walking the world with you any longer, I will always watch over you and our family, in order to ensure its protection. To you I leave a dagger made of a rare and potent material, hard to find and very dangerous, hopefully this will help you protect our family from any issue that it may be encountered with. 

 

To Nicole, my daughter, although I was not able to look after you when you were a child, when you came into my life you were a shining light who made many things better. You have fought besides me and done us all proud on a number of occasions. I am endlessly proud of the Navy you have created and your family. Despite my earlier concerns about Jack, I was proven clearly wrong and he is an amazing person, as I imagine Charlotte, Sebastian and Roy will be. To you I leave the ship I own at the dock, I imagine you will make great use of it and travel all around the world with your family, giving them amazing experiences and teaching them everything I never could.

 

To Johan II, my first born and heir to my title, should I ever gain peership or some form of hereditary title (let us hope that does not occur). You were always a strange one, even from the day you were born, you chose the moment I had lost my legs to appear to us. Throughout your life you have astounded me in many different ways, including when you decided to join the inquisition. I hope that the inquisition is something you spend a lot of time working on, and that you will enjoy serving the people of Oren and ensuring justice is served as much as I did. To you, I leave my sword ‘Voidcaller’, while it may seem to be just another longsword, you  must understand that it was my first weapon, and has served me well for years, so I leave it to you to ensure it is put to good use.

 

To Lucien, my boisterous little knight, you always made me laugh, even when I probably shouldn’t be. Like the time you first met Donut Donkey and borderline fell in love with him, or the time you stood up in front of Emperor Philip II and his Imperial congregation, to tell about your struggles surrounding eating sweets and going to church. You never ceased to amaze me, and though you sometimes caused me severe stress, like when you were kidnapped and held for ransom or when you tried to join the ISA at the age of 12, you were an amazing son and I am extremely proud of the man you are becoming. To you, I leave my handcrafted sword ‘Broken Fury’, the first thing I ever made with my own hands. It may be rather crudely made, but it is a far more deadly weapon than most and should serve you well.

 

To Drasus, where do I begin… you were always seeking me and your mother out, either trying to make us panic or make us smile, and to both, you excelled. I will never forget the day you found all your grandfather’s belongings and you showed me and your mother each and every last one with absolute joy in your eyes. In my heart, I feel you will have a very adventurous life, embarking on varying journeys and finding yourself in peculiar incidents in which you will need a place to return to. As such, to you, I leave my tower, The Warden of The North Tower. I will ensure you receive a handbook on the various mechanisms and defences in it, just ensure you keep it to yourself, I do not believe it would be in your interests to tell others.

 

To Laurelie, the youngest of my children and by far the most sneaky. You remind me of myself in so many ways, you are extremely sneaky in your ways, I have seen you sneaking around the house trying to get more snacks for yourself, and you have done an extremely good job of it, it seems I was the only one to notice. You are also very good at using your words, though you may be the youngest, sometimes you baffle even your mother and I with the things you say, it is extremely impressive. I hope to GOD you don’t remember the day when you were strapped to my chest as I fought off brigands, but if you do, you will remember the slayersteel flamberge I used. To you, I leave said weapon, it was given to me by Prince Zirath R’ikarth of Nor’Aseth on my wedding day. If ever you find yourself in trouble, find him in Nor’Aseth and show him the weapon, I trust that he will help you as he and I have helped each other.

 

To Rev, my brother, very few people have helped me as much as you have. You helped me in many ways, like when you helped me find a new meaning within the ISA, when you made me your second in the MOJ/Imperial Inquisition and most importantly, when you took me to meet your sister, my beloved wife and accepted me into your family with open arms. I still remember my decision to make you my Chief Commissioner, a decision I felt sure of, knowing you had great things ahead of you, only for you to be my boss. To you, I leave my old MOJ uniform from when I was your boss, as I believe no other person should own such.

 

To Diana, I know we haven’t spent terribly much time together, but what time we have spent together, I have found you to be an extremely interesting person, especially when you made the dastardly attempt to teach me how to act like a noble, to very little avail. I understand that you once wanted to be in the 4th Brigade like I am, as such I leave to you my 4th Brigade Armour. It likely won’t fit but I’m sure you’ll make good use of it. In addition, I leave you two books, one on treating vampire wounds, and another on treating vampires. I hope this will help you as a Doctor and all the others in the clinic.

 

To Jarad, you have exceeded every expectation I could ever have for a person. I remember the day you joined the ISA as a recruit, and yet now, you lead the Brigade responsible for overseeing their training and recruiting more of them into the ISA. I am endlessly proud of the man you have become, and though I may disagree with some of the orders you have given me in the past, you have done an amazing job of making a life for yourself in Oren, going beyond the regular call of duty. To you, I leave the Axe and Shield that our mutual friend Alec gave me upon his arrest, I believe as it would be best for you to have such, as you will have use for them and understand why I gave you them.

 

To Lucius, I still remember the day, your younger self came into my office, telling me you had information that I would want to hear. It's rather strange that you would then later join my family in some manner and become someone I cherish similarly to how one would cherish a brother. We have been through a lot on the battlefield and you have saved my ass once too many times. To you, I leave the sword I found on a fallen brother, I believe he called it ‘The Crusader’, hopefully it will serve you well. 

 

To Zirath, you are my oldest friend, the closest thing I’ve had to a real brother, although it may be impossible. You and I have been through a lot, though we may speak less these days. I still remember the battle of New Esbec, when I found myself fighting off three different MRA agents after you lost your arm. How you went from being that young man to leading an entire settlement of Ker, I will never understand, but you will always be my brother. To you, I leave my old Jaeger headband, as you are the last surviving member of the Jaegers.

 

To Primrose, you and I found ourselves in Oren at a very similar time, and we became close friends. You have saved me almost too many times from the varying injuries I have faced, including when I lost my legs to the damned bear. You are also my co-parent in law, now our children have married. It is an absolute honour for me to call you my own family and for your son to be my son in law. To you I leave the Morko Bear femur that he gave me, I believe in order to win me over, it would be best for his own mother to own such a trophy.

 

To Guillaime, I still do not really know who you are, but you came to me asking to be given something upon my death as some sort of Pruvian tradition. I told you that I would give you my wheelchair, and I am a man of my word. To you, I leave said wheelchair and a bottle of Champagne, let us hope that you only ever use one of them. 

 

OOC: Anyone who got a letter dm me so I can find a time to to give you what you need

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OOC: I want to thank a lot of people for making Duncan a fun character, but I can't remember everyone so I will offer thanks to the following: @MinuvasBig thanks to you, without you, I would not have been set up on a lotc as a whole for a while. @HaraldFor a holeeeee lot of stuff, aiding me with getting a family, joining the ISA finding some semblance of things to do while everything was turbulent. @tadabug2000For being great to rp and providing Duncan with some level of stability. @Chopper774for dying to me many times, very funny thank you. The following are all people who helped but I don't want to write a massive paragraphs @JoshBright@HeyitsNano@MrTurtleGod@AnimeWolf0080@ScarletFrisket@XOCO@AgentofDeath13@xepphir@MapleSunflower@PrettyCuteAnna@oryP@ATallTower@Moping@Jagdkatzchen@kazoo

 

Duncan was a very fun first character to play, he developed in a very confusing but enjoyable way. He was fun and a lot of people helped develop him in all sorts of different ways and while its sad to say good bye to him, it was his time and his death will give me time to focus on some nice new things.

 

 

 

[oryP 1068]

Kendrick Nightingale glanced over the parchment. “Godspeed Soldier.”

 

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OOC: Ernesto Colberto and Charles got a paragraph but ol Jamesy didn’t. 

 

[Minuvas 3193]

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Ooc: No problem my dude. Glad you found me at the Gates that day. 

 

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

The young Vuiller cried over her father's found body, and cried even harder once she read the letter left behind for her. "papa...." the girl of ten to three cried as Buckles the dog lay at her feet. Images of finding him would plague her mind for many years to come. Holding the scabbed tightly to her chest she cried some more

[Elite Snipes 3563]

As word spread of Duncan’s death, it would reach Bakir via one of his kinsmen “At last the man who started this entire war is dead, our grudge has ended. But this war is still not over.”

[Buffsanta 961]

Lord Hieran lets go a sigh as he catches wind of the death.

"A true shame...he never did tell me how to make that assassin group..."

He hums nostalgically with a chuckle.

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

5 minutes ago, oryP said:

Kendrick Nightingale glanced over the parchment. “Godspeed Soldier.”

 

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OOC: Ernesto Colberto and Charles got a paragraph but I’ll Jamesy didn’t. 

 

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Lemme add you rq thats a mistake on my part

 

 

 

[XOCO 502]

"Me? Are you serious?" A young Sergeant Moores remarked, gesturing rudely in the direction of two officers of the Ministry of Justice with one hand, and reaching for his blade with the other, "I'm Ezekiel fuckin' Moores! You can't arrest Ezekiel Moores!"

 

And so, the arrogant youth crept into the offices of the MoJ, carefully placing a well-chiseled bust of himself atop the desk of a certain detective, marking the start of a long and complex friendship with the man known as Sir Duncan, the infamous Sheep-Killer.

[tadabug2000 4918]

One such Ravn Vuiller found herself staring at the bust within her quarters. It has the very likeness of her husband, sculpted years prior before even the start of the war. Memories awash over her as she'd remember her confusion and disbelief, who needed a bust of their ownself in ones room? She never did quite find out who made it. Now, though, as she peered upon his likeness; she'd swallow convulsively as her throat swelled.

She knew for many years he would die before she ever did. Truly, she did know. Every time he went out to fight, she'd mentally prepare herself. Ready to raise their children alone, to hope that they may have a safe and stable life but as the years passed and he didn't, she began to hope. This war wouldn't get him. They would live long. He would walk Laurelie down the aisle. They'd be old and grey with secret smiles often for one another.

Now, though, she felt nothing but hurt. Murdered. How would she tell the children? Most were adults now, they could understand, they've had time with their father. But little Laurelie just turned thirteen, a time in her life where she needs her parents most.

Quiet, she'd dab at weathered cheeks with her handkerchief, sucking in a breath of air as her gaze blurred upon the bust of her husband. I love you, you psychopath.

 

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I've had some seriously fun relationships on LOTC and all but this was one of the top ones! You're such a good eggo and friendo, I'm glad I took a chance when Harald was bugging me to get married, lmao. Much love, man, and now time for me to bully you to get married on Ledicort! :>

 

[Zakajaervi 259]

Sir Solomon Obedia would read over the post, and immedietly he would frown and sigh deeply. He would make his way to the top of the Swints Guard Tower. He would set himself down on the edge, lighting a cigarette. "This always happens. Everything I held dear, vanquished." 

He would look down onto the ground several deadly meters under him. Finishing his cigarette. "Not joining you yet, old friend. Thank you for being such a good friend. One I could tell anything to. One who picked me up when I was bleeding. One who was my ring bearer." he said with a forced chuckle, holding the engagement ring of his dead wife. "But soon, I'll have a drink with you up there with the rest of our comrades."  He would then throw down the cigarette and make his way home to his children again. 



 

 

OOC: 

Thank you high fire, it's been an amazing couple of months. Good luck with the rest of your mine-maning! 

[zzmarcc 26]

Lieutenant Joseph Beckett would hear the news with a paling face. He would go to the vault area of the bastion, laying out an old map from Providence that once hanged in the gatehouse, before the big rebuild. He would whisper to the air as his eyes peered at the bastion on the map. "We were so young when we met... You were just a lowly rank at the MoJ and tried to please anyone with power... You asked how you could help me, I let you do a search while I was on gate duty..." Joseph would smile sadly "You have certainly grown up ever since... You gained power and people wanted to please you..." Joseph would close his eyes and mumbled a little prayer before looking up at the ceiling of the vault. "May your soul find peace in the Seven Skies, old friend. I don't intend to join you anytime soon, but age is catching up on me. Who knows, maybe I will be the next of our generation to pass..." The man would turn around, disappearing in the dark of the bastion.

[EmiliainWonderland 2309]

And so it became true that Amie had stood the test of time, one of the two last members of the original MoJ members. Already in mourning, the Halcourt became an infinite amount sadder as her close friend Duncan had passed.

 

"It all happens in waves doesn't it?" The Widow mused to herself, signing the Lorraine and heading to the respect Graves of the newly deceased Duncan Vuiller, and her late husband, Vladrick Ruthern. She made sure stop and visit her old companions, James Madron, and Ernest Colbert. She even stopped by her ex husband Valent's grave as she crouched over it.

 

"It is time that heals all wounds, Valent. I seem to be the only one who remains to watch it pass. Perhaps it is time I see Charles Galbraith, if he is still around." She laid a flower on each of the Graves, shrouded in black. 

 

 

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Chloe de Rosius frowned after hearing the news. 

 

"So it seems another had passed. Tragedy after tragedy." The Rosius headed from her place above Vuillermoz to see Ravn Vuiller and comfort the new widow. 

[MapleSunflower 1889]

A servant at St. Lothar brought the letter to Dr. Primrose Gendik’s office upon its arrival to the keep. Handing it to her, he’d say “A letter from Sir Duncan Vuiller, my Lady”. Prim’s attention immediately shifted, taking the missive with a gentle thanks muttered. 
 

The woman slumped in her seat in shock. One of her oldest friends were gone. She’d remember the days of talking with him and Mata outside of her home on Marshall Lane 1 - far before she had even met Arlo Cooper. She remembered Celeste, the fiancé she would never get the chance to meet, and attending Duncan and Ravn’s wedding. 
 

Duncan was quite prone to injuries. If it wasn’t for their decades old friendship, he would have been a familiar face from just how frequent he required medical attention. The doctor faintly smiled as she glanced back to the piece of parchment in her hands.

 

”It was truly an honor, Duncan, to have you as a brother. I remember the day I had to amputate your legs, and immediately then deliver your son Johann… I will watch over your daughter and her children for you - I will make sure they know who you are, my friend…” 

 

Dr. Gendik rose from her desk to light a candle beside a fresh pot of lillies. She’d take a step back as she watched the small flame flicker before signing the Lorraine over herself….

 

Another friend outlived. 
 

~*~*~*~*~*~

Madeline Vernhart deeply frowned at upon hearing the news of her Uncle’s death. She would hear the twins playing loudly upstairs, thuds and giggles coming from above. The blonde kneeled before the altar of Saint Harald in their home, signing the Lorraine over herself as she prayed for the only family member to come to her wedding despite the danger.

 

Incense burned at the altar as Madeline left her home in search of her brother Ledicort to share the news.

 

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It’s been an awesome run, HighFire! I hope whatever you plan on playing next will be fun and we’ll still see each other around! Godspeed, brother. o7

 

[xepphir 353]

1 hour ago, HIGH_FIRE said:

To Zirath, you are my oldest friend, the closest thing I’ve had to a real brother, although it may be impossible. You and I have been through a lot, though we may speak less these days. I still remember the battle of New Esbec, when I found myself fighting off three different MRA agents after you lost your arm. How you went from being that young man to leading an entire settlement of Ker, I will never understand, but you will always be my brother. To you, I leave my old Jaeger headband, as you are the last surviving member of the Jaegers.

Eventually the letter would arrive at its destination as a postman delivered it to the man.

Zirath would slowly unfold the letter and his eyes widened as a familiar headband fell upon the pavement of his messy office.

He recognized it.

He picked that precious cloth he held dearly into his left hand, the only one that he had left, and placed the parchment of the letter upon the desk as he sat to read it.

 

His eyes traveled downwards the lower edge by reading those damned words and his eyes seemed to get shinier as the fiery flames of the fireplace accentuated his golden irises.

The grip upon the headband tightened alongside his jaw as he held those tears back with great and straining effort.

 

Memories of the adventures together would flow in his mind, their life-threatening missions together, their trainings, their laughs, their disputes, their jokes, their sad moments, their struggles together, their wins and their failures.

When one of the two needed help they would always be in reach and they would meet nonchalantly after years of no words, like two brothers, like family they would always connect once again, somehow, somewhere.

 

The salty tear finally slid upon his cheek and fell upon the parchment as he slammed a fist upon his desk out of pure rage, frustration and grief.

Another dear brother had been lost, the last one that knew who he really was, the last one that knew his humble but memorable origins, he had lost Duncan: Duncan The Fearsome.

 

"we'll hunt togetha' once again ... brother?"

 

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i will miss you bro... always homie in the heart

we have so many good memories together, but we will make new ones

you are the ones that impacted on zirath's development the most and that frienship surpassed roleplay and became a strong one irl too and you helped me a lot, i consider you a precious friend.

Maybe i'll try and visit you in summer ;)

memorable moments:

the old jager days, expecially where you got me stabbed by multiple people LOL

 

i have much more :)

 

[tcs_tonsils_ 3666]

Iulius Vernhart bounced Jakob in his arms, the smile and laughter that had erupted moments prior had been drowned out by such news. He sighed, makings his way over to her as she knelt. He tucked the one year old into his right arm then extended his hand down to rest on her shoulder. Iulius closed his eyes, whispering his own silent prayer. Perhaps Iulius thought. Perhaps had there not been a war, we would be better friends, Lord. He stayed silent as he watched her get up and moved towards the door. He smiled softly, nodded his head, then waited for her to return, still bouncing the boy some.