Wildfire

[sondher 797]

Elisabetta heard the news from her husband, Augustus Iomharach. Her brows knitted together with concern, her mind frantically searching for the right words to express her condolences. Finally, after a moment of awkward silence, she ended the conversation with a simple, "I'm sorry..."

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

Luarelie read the letter, she couldn't help but feel a bit of rage inside her. While she didn't know the mother of her aunt, and the woman that was her cousin's grandmother. The woman her uncle wanted to kill more times then she could count. All she really ever remember of the woman was getting a medical lesson from her once or twice. The wound on her shoulder the woman help close...and the night at Vuillermoz. That night with the dead would still haunt her dreams. The last time she saw the woman, she was saving Johanne's life. The woman was gone now, she balled the missive up in her hand and moved to the church to try and pray away her negative feelings of the woman. For all the good she did, she also did the bad. Only one thing kept on her mind. "If she didn't have her hands, how did she start the fire. Where are the hands if not found in the fire..."

[Mescaffier 6197]

A lone Dame, aged many decades, reads over the flier passed on by the wind.

Her tired eyes scanned over the letter, and with her earthen talons, gently folded it away and into the crevices of her book case. Many times had she sought her old friend to speak to, and to reminisce with. And many times, had such been brushed off. Though sadness gnawed at her, she shook her head and went not to mourn the woman, but to make sure her poor, feeble old sap of a husband didn't follow suit in killing himself.

 

"Didn' care te' write a letter. You'll be missed, but ... T'ere's more pressing tasks at hand."

She recalled finding out the pair had married with some jealousy nigh ... Thirty? Forty? years ago and had been outraged, for she'd loved Primrose -- "High hells, I burnt down t'eir home once, didn't I? I mean, t'ey didn't know, but ..."

 

And she scoffed. "Now I seek to ensure the safety of the man I wanted to kill all those years ago. Humorous you are, bastard fate. I can't let any more of te' old ISAfolk die jus' yet."

[CopOwl 1707]

The phantom whisper of ex-Haense Surgeon General, Adrianna Darkwood, and acquaintance - if not friend - of Primrose, draws herself away from observing her sickly and injured brother, the Pontiff, to observe the proceedings of that night. While no one may ever discover the truth, a ghost out there knows yet says nothing. She had been in contact with Primrose for years, and had always considered her one of the most honourable women she might ever know. But who was she to talk ... The phantom peers up above towards the Seven Skies - a place forbidden to her. She was a self-destroyer, and thus would never again see her family once they pass on. 

But maybe she could spend the rest of eternity with Primrose, if she remained on the mortal plane with her. "That sounds tranquil." She whispers to herself, watching over the Dame for a few more moments before disappearing to tend to her brother once more.

[Mescaffier 6197]

In the dead of the night, the corpse left within the rubble had gone missing -- leaving only bits of charred flesh and an indent behind. Some odd mark is laid in its place, drawn in a viscous black liquid muddled by mud.

 

[XOCO 502]

"And so the old guard falls, slowly but surely," A greying knight remarked from deep within the confines of the Acrean keep. Slowly, Sir Ezekiel rose from his seat, trudging along to the stables wherein he oft found solace with his horse. 

 

As was custom at this point for every time an Imperial State Army comrade passed, Sir Ezekiel once more took to drink. Bottles, one after another, until finally the whiskey left him snoring atop a pile of hay.

 

~
 

4 hours ago, Asutto said:

"Good riddance. It's these Orenian Woman that have always been the downfall to our great state." Remarks the infamous Ser Trent Tricepts to anyone who would lend an ear.

Pisspot nodded in agreement to Ser Triceps, staring at the ashes of Ivanovich 4 with spite.

 

"These focken' wenches oi tell yah, should nevah even been in t'armeh in t'first place!"

[AnonymousAlexa 3890]

Stepping outside of Crestwatch Keep that morning, Sofya Romstun retrieved a neatly folded letter addressed to her husband and their family. It didn't take her long to understand the bleak purpose of the letter. "She was a true war hero. I hope my daughters will aspire to be like her."

[Apotolofo 2204]

Hera gazed at the letter, her brows furrowed. Realization dawned... Without another second to waste she pulled herself up onto Nix, her red bokolo, and off towards Aldrych did she run. 

 

A certain halfling simply tuts at the missive. "Mhm, sure. I'll see you soon, Prim, I'm sure." He grins, simply stowing the missive away. "Though I'm a bit salty I didn't get a letter."

[kuerbis 3802]

Anne Caroline hums.

[Nord 346]

Augustus would usher his children away, retiring into his room as he'd weep in silence within his chamber, deciding to move out of the manor which now stood next to the burnt foundations 

[The Harbinger 336]

Glod examined the missing space where the corpse was and the strange mark. "Tae curse of undeath..." He muttered. He had to alert Ulfar.

[LobsterLilly 623]

Sabine read over the 'news' that had been passed to her, "dead-" Sabine looked shocked and as she read further, "wha-" the tall woman had run a gloved hand through her hair with scrunched brows, "...no matter...I truly did enjoy her company" she mumbled softly.

 

[Pancho 4197]

A young Patriot would hear of the news when tending to his newly cut off arm wound, his head dropping as he thought of his fathers words. “I’ll never get that cup of tea and new clothes now…”

[zzmarcc 26]

(Comes in very late for reasons)

 

Joseph Beckett would receive the letter and thus the news rather late. After a trip for years in the wilderness he only recently returned to civilisiation and got the letter. The old man would feel empty after reading the news, not expecting Primrose to die sooner than himself. He would seclude himself into the vault of Balian, pouring himself a glass of alcohol as he stared at an old Orenian banner. "We have indeed had a history together, Prim... Even though we have had a fight for years, I still considered you one of my best friends..." The man would raise his glass, taking a deep gulp of the drink "I can feel my time is coming soon too... I will join you, general Var Ruthern and all others who have died in the last years and are now watching us from above... I will seen you again, Primrose. Till then..." Joseph would then drink his glass silently while he still stared at the banner, thinking about his memories with Primrose.