Aper Adolescens Requiescit [PK]

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Aper Adolescens Requiescit 

22nd of the Sun’s Smile 1883

 

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Charles of Rivia, Duke of Cathalon, 3rd Viscount of Rivia, 4th Baron of Rivia, commander of the Watch and Protector of the Rivian people

 

Arriving at the Castle of Kaer Coch the Rivian Lord was greeted by his dutiful levymen. Making his way through the red fortress to his dining hall Charles was in the peak of his life despite the grief he felt for his late father, Philip of Rivia, evermore weighing upon the Lord. The power of all of Rivia at his fingertips had no doubt corrupted the man’s mind. Known by his enemies as a bastard and torturer, perhaps such slander was not unfounded. The Lord sat idle in his grand hall surrounded by few. Making idle chatter with the handful of levymen on guard, the Lord poured himself a drink in an attempt to pay little mind to the war at hand. His eyes fixated upon the sprawling collection of severed elven ears hanging adjacent to him. Barbaric in nature, the young Viscount never relented in his obsession with cleansing the realm. Lord Charles’ moment of reflection was interrupted by commotion amongst his watchmen. Upon climbing the stairs to the battlements of his fortress the Viscount was greeted by the sight of the fluttering red and black banners of an Acrean host demanding entry, at its head the famed Sir Gustaf  De Vilain. The Lord exhaled deeply calling for his squire as he descended the steep stairs to the innards of the red keep. Equipped with an assortment of alchemical concoctions the plate clad Rivian departed to treat with the Acreans. Leaving his levymen to guard the pass, the Lord escorted Ser Gustaf deep into the bowels of the Rivian fortress, Charles near blissfully unaware of the horror he will soon subject himself to.

 

In near solitude deep within the Castle the two men argued. As time passed the Viscount found himself reaching for a bottle filled with an unknown concoction. Intent on ending the rebellion with one fell swoop the Rivian flung said potion towards the man soon after the dining hall was set aflame, Sir Gustaf barely scratched by such an attempt. The Rivian Lord ducked behind the flames reaching for yet another potion, suffering from burns painting the man’s face with red the Viscount yelled. It seemed not long after the Rivian’s call was heeded as echoes of a charge of footsteps could be heard piercing the air of the ablaze hall. It was not long until the doors were burst open yet no Rivian was to be seen. Coming to the aid of Sir Gustaf was his host, at its head Darius Romstun, Seaxburh of Arichsdorf and Charles’ own aunt Aloisia 'the Kinslayer'. Lord Charles was no match for the Acreans which soon filled the incandescent hall. Tossing all manner of flaming furniture and alchemical concoctions at the horde, the Rivian, like a cornered beast, began to lash out sporadically. While achieving some minor gains he could not hold. Soon enough the Bastard Lord was fatigued and slumped. In one final strike the Lord drew his Stiletto from his belt thrusting it forth to little avail. In due time the Rivian was defeated. Unwilling to yield, the command of execution would be given, and he was slain by Darius and Seaxburh. And thus another chapter of the Viscounty of Rivia ended.

 

 

Marmoream se relinquere, quam latericiam accepisset.
 

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OOC:

I just want to thank all the gigachads who made this possible. I didn't want to write everyone so just included the boys in the levy and of course Josef (now u can remove the gun hahahha).

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[kuerbis 3802]

The Kinslayer wept after having earned herself such title. Despite his illegitimacy, she loved her youger brother. Dotingly, she'd cradle and care for him in his infantile years and proudly she watched him grow from a boy into a young man. Their father had been a cruel man - and even if Aloisia did not like to acknowledge it, she knew that her and all her siblings inherited the very same cunning and ruthless nature. The baroness usually found comfort in her husband's arms - but that night of Charles' execution, the lady could not get herself to embrace the man she had helped to kill her brother for. 

Again, she sought solace in prayer in the hopes that GOD might shine a guiding light upon her and her remaining family.

 

"Rest, little Charlie. You've done well and your efforts paid off. You can sleep now."

[kazoo 587]

"May The Angels take good care of him" Guillaume would say remembering the memories he had with Charles

[The Tough Guy 4319]

Darius Romstun grinned as he plucked his mustache. "May GOD rest his soul, and may he bless my killing spree."

[CalvinOP 415]

SVENELD, THE SQUIRE OF LORD RIVIA RECIEVES WORD OF THE NEWS,

Sveneld reads the missive carefully, distraught and distressed by the recent news he slams the piece of paper on the table he rested upon. Swiftly lifting himself upwards to stand up before departing to the balcony of Barrow's Crossing, looking out into the deep marine in the direction of Acre as his eyes began to narrow and express infuriation which was clearly apparent from his facial expression. 

 

"I will gut every Acrean man, woman and babe I lay my eyes upon." Sveneld spoke to himself in an undertone voice.

 

. . .

[sergisala 3451]

The Chamberlain of Rivia and now acting Regent of the Viscounty wept for the sudden disappearance of his Lord as he put on the red viscomital clothes that identifies its wearer as the current holder of the Viscounty of Rivia "I will make you proud, Charles." he muttered as he proceeded to write a regency declaration.

[Nord 346]

"Stupid Acreans!" Someone would yell 

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

A young battle-acolyte looked out across the dismembered kingdom believing that they were in the twilight of the era of strife.

 

Ragnorak was coming, and he would help as an accelerationist. The stouts would get the caves and treasures of the world, the orcs the void, the elves the world and for the faithful men the Seven Skies and a thousand years of peace and prosperity for all of the descendants.

 

But one step at a time. 

[PaleOmnivore390 77]

Patata might have initially joined Rivia for the access it gave. But after the few short years spending time with the Viscount, he genuinely began to like the man. But he never really realized this until his disappearance. It would certainly be a different world without him.

 

 

[!]Goddamn I thought this legend would never die. I'm going to miss you wag (and Charles) you pretty much made my lotc career lol

[MRCHENN 4741]

"Their head or mine, Charles. I promise you this." The once reputed Chancellor guffawed at the news from within his keep at Guise, reminiscing over the shared camraderie with the Rivian during the early days of the Kingdom.

[GoodGuyMatt 7113]

Leon Barclay seethes as he hears of Charles' death, malding in pain

[XOCO 502]

Deep within the confines of Potte Motte sat Montgomery Potte, slumped into his makeshift throne as a toothless levyman read the news aloud to him. His fingers drummed restlessly against his armrest, and his brows creased with concern. Finally, he rose to his feet.

 

"Enough! Fock off, the lot of yeh!"

 

There was not a single person who knew of, or even came close to sharing the special bond between the two men. Words could not describe their bond. Was it brotherly? Perhaps, but yet... it seemed something more. No! A scandalous and heretical idea. Both were God-fearing canonists, and so neither would ever partake in an act of homosexuality... would they?

 

The night was long, and the rain echoed loudly off of the stone bricks of Potte Motte. However, for the first night in many years, nothing creaked, and nothing groaned. For the first night in many years, Pisspot slept without the warm embrace of his dearest companion.

 

And so, he wept.

[Zakajaervi 259]

Lord Solomon Obediah reads over the post with narrowed eyes. He would huff once and only say one sentence over the mans death: 
"Serves him right."