THE BURNING OF VUILLERMOZ

[Harald 2875]

THE BURNING of VUILLERMOZ

 

"A painting of a figure leaving the burning ruins of Vuillermoz"

It was a cold eve as Sir Rev Vuiller looked over his home.. The man was warm and sweaty having just nearly escaped the Saint Ari’s Day Massacre, seeing the Emperor Peter IV fall, as the chaos continued and the people fled the city. Having ensured his family had safely gotten onto the ships with the rest of the refugees of the former Holy Orenian Empire before getting on his horse riding towards Vuillermoz.

 

There he stood, covered in the blood of both himself and their enemies, having carried barrel upon barrel of oil and gunpowder around the once lively town. He took in the quiet resting upon the stairs for a moment as he looked towards the sky.

 

"It is niet land nor titles that makes a family.. nor is it what makes the Empire.. but it is us.. the people.. That is always what vy said papej..." he paused, taking a sip of his Vuillermoz Viognier. “I must confess though, I will miss this place..” He stood looking over his home one last place before he’d sign the lorraine, walking towards the last burning torch within their family keep.

 

He would think for a moment, looking to the eagle statue upon the cliff before he dipped his head, the wind brushing over him as he took a deep breath after wards throwing the torch upon the barrels filled with gunpowder and oil. he walked away from the town as the fire behind him would erupt into a large blaze, the keep behind him falling not long after the torch had hit the floor. He got onto his horse, speaking a silent prayer to himself as he would place a hood over his head, starting to ride away with a carriage filled with their belongings.

 

"The town of Vuillermoz in burning ruins, the statue of the Eagle Aquila and Chapel of St. Harald being the only two surviving buildings. Ca. 1.B.A"

 

After a few hours the fire would continue to spread around the town, the smoke being seen by both those in New Providence as well as those in Karosgrad and the surrounding towns and keeps. For the second time in less than forty years the Vuillers had been forced to leave their home, but one thing was sure. Their spirits burned brighter than ever before as they followed Prince John Casimir to the promised land.

 

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Ledicort would look to his cousin Drasus with a frown "Are we ever going to settle down as a family?" He would ask rolling his eyes, annoyed that all of the moving around @Harald

 

Sir Duncan Vuiller would look down from the Seven Skies with a chuckle "I am very impressed, I would never have known my brother in law was such the Pyromaniac" He would look over to his tower with a sigh as it burns, somewhat sad to see it go, the building he had worked so hard on, the building that was meant to symbolise his life's work, all burnt down. But he understood why Rev had opted to burn it down, however saddening it was for him.

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

Laurelie would be with the rest of her family. Wondering what awaited them.

 

Spoiler

Cool guys don't look at explosions

 

[Capt_Chief26 1207]

Ser Reinhardt Barclay had been working at his forge in Reinmar, the neighboring Haeseni Duchy to Vuillermoz. He had been hammering away at a commissioned blade for one of his customers when he heard the deafening explosion coming from across the lake. He went out on the balcony to observe the great pillar of black smoke risen from the burning orenian vassal.  

[ReveredOwl 5639]

"Great, they made an eye sore an even bigger eye sore!" exclaimed Walton, praying the fire started by the Vuillers does not spread unto the nearby forests of Karosgrad and Krusev.