[PK] As He Lay Dying

[Cjmate 1270]

 

As He Lay Dying

 

 

As he lay dying, Kristofer recalls his life with regret:

 

I was never a fighter; I wasn't very good at it, an oddity in my family: a kind child. But I was always very loved. That's my pride: to be loved by so many. I spent my youth planning, building and operating businesses. I remember fleecing Haensers out of their money for cheap, shaved-ice. I travelled with Uncle Duncan, and I baked with Aunt Ravn. When I grew up, I helped father, Rev, in the vineyard vineyard, and as a teenager I became a business mogul, earning my first 10,000 minas. 

 

Later, I spent my money helping father build a town. It wasn't very much, but I enjoyed that very much, even if we were in the middle of nowhere. It was peaceful, and those were good times. It was there I met my first love and became engaged to Chlo. We had two wonderful girls, Diane and Eryane. I never got to see them very much, though... I think I regret that. I wish I could've been with them more. I worked so much.... Why did I work so much? I could have done more.

 

A tear rolls down his cheek. 

 

I became estranged from my father after the Brother's War. He never approved my marriage. That is my second regret. I tried to speak to him, but there was never a right moment. I took a lance to the leg in the Brother's Civil War, and I limped for the rest of my life. I think that made me bitter. As I walked the scorching deserts, an exile of my homeland, I stewed in sadness. If I had only made more money, I could've done so much more. Maybe I could have bought the war. I threw away so much money. 

 

He watches as the bastard, Mervyn Mudd, carry Seraphina Darkwood away.

 

I can't even do this right: protect some little girl in my very own city. I wish I could go back home. I wish I could be a child again, when things were simple. When Oren was good, and they protected little boys and girls. When there was justice and peace and order.

 

Kristofer coughs up blood. His eyes grow dim, and his sword falls limp as the goblin Bunk pierces him through the chest. Soon after, he was carried away to the clinic, the guards arriving too late. In his coat pocket was his will, pinned to his inner pocket and stained with blood. The wills are on separate sheets of paper, intended only to be read by the recipients.

 

 

In the Event of my Untimely Demise

 

To my Wife, Chloe de Rosius, 

 

I'm sorry I wasn't there in the difficult years. It seems I was only around when things were easy. I should have been there to raise the girls, and I'm sorry for that; when I came around, we were both so old. Enjoy your life: don't squander the few years we are bless with. 

 

To my Daughters, Eryane and Diane, 

 

I wasn't there for you when I was little. I worked so often. I think working reminded me of my childhood, and if I just worked hard enough everything would fix itself. I'm old now, and I know that to be wrong. I tried to spend more time with you both, but there just wasn't enough to go around, and I didn't know how to interact with you both after so long. I wish you both a long life and all the happiness this world allows. 

 

To Diane, as the future head of our family, I leave all my worldly possessions. 

 

 

To my Father, Rev Vuiller,  

 

We didn't talk much after my marriage. I didn't know what you thought of me. I wanted to talk to you so, so many times. It just wasn't easy. I'm sorry Kristian died. I know you were hurting, but I didn't know what to say. I locked myself in my piano room and just played, played played. I miss when I was child. We had so much fun. I still remember boating on the lake, and picking grapes. Do you remember when Stor gave me cactus green? Ravn was so furious! HA! 

 

I wish we could go back to those times. I miss Oren. Things were simple back then. 

 

I hope I get around to talking to you, and this isn't the last thing you hear of me. I wish I could have been a better son. You deserved more.

 

Take care, Father. I love you.

 

To my Brother, Ledicort Vuiller,  

 

I never spoke with you much, Brother. I regret that. Take care of Father, won't you Old Sport? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[tadabug2000 4918]

Lady Johanne Vuiller learned the news of her now late Uncle, clutching at her husband as she took in deep breaths in an attempt to stabilize herself. The heavily pregnant woman grit her teeth, hands tightening on her husbands arm as she stared icily at the ground, frustration for the cowards who took her Uncle due to their losing war building. "Griz.." Her words are soft, barely heard as her gaze lifted to her husbands, the Baroness-consort and heiress to Aquilae looking upon him. "Let's call in those favors now."

 

@HIGH_FIRE

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CJ, you're an amazing rper! <3 I love you a ton and I love Uncle Kristofer, man! I'm very excited to see you play my son, you're going to do amazing

 

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Ledicort Vuiller would read the letter, tears welling up in his eyes. He did not know his brother too well, but he cared deeply for him regardless. He mourned for ages just reading the missive, he was truly alone now, only his elderly parents left, nothing else. "I will do everything you want Kristoffer, I will take care of Papa as best I can" He mutters to his brother under his breath as he cries incessantly.

 

Sir Duncan 'The Hound' Vuiller would hear of his beloved nephew's death. Unsurprisingly he would smile at the news "Du were a good boy Krist, and du clearly died in a most honourable way, I am very proud of du boy." He would speak a voice echoing around him.

 

Drako Darkwood, Baron of Renduzzo would frown as he hears of the man's death, although he had very much more to deal with, he would ensure Kristoffer's death did not go unwarranted as he had saved his sister

[MapleSunflower 1889]

Sobbing was heard within the Vernhart estate. A broken woman, one who had lost so much in this past decade, slumped over on the couch and cried.

 

She mourned the loss of her brother Kristian. 

She mourned the loss of her brother Kristofer.

She mourned the loss of her son Harald.

She mourned the loss of her baby Erik.
 

Madeline Vernhart didn’t talk to her step-brothers much after she left home, but she still loved them dearly. Amidst her gut-wrenching tears, Madeline prayed for the pain to be over. The pain of loss and illness.

 

Her brother was dead.  

[tcs_tonsils_ 3666]

Iulius Vernhart bent down next to his grieving wife, his hand placed upon her knee. He remained silent as he comforted her. They had lost much- and there was no relenting in sight. @MapleSunflower

[MeteorDragon 3441]

Silence befell a strange man as he caught wind of the news. Yet, he did not allow himself the time to mourn for long. These were different times.

[EmiliainWonderland 2309]

"Chloe" was enjoying a glass of wine, enjoying the quiet of her home with only Elaria and Rev Otis left to leave the nest. 

 

As she was reading letters, she came across the one from Kristofer and the glass within her hand shattered to ground. Tears fell from her cheeks before she could even realize she was crying. The sobs shook her body and she couldn't even move. Though their relationship was not perfect, she couldn't pretend that things hadn't changed drastically. They had been through so much together in their 25+ years of marriage. Love, children, family, experiences, heartache. Nothing could ever have felt as strongly as the loss of Kristofer felt now. 

 

"Mon cheri, you are gone and I will never forget you. I will see you in the faces of our children and I will ensure they are happy." 

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

Luarelie much like with most her family, didn't really know her uncle. However she remembered him being around. She saw the aftermath that his dead had... and she sighed going home after that happen.

[Sixbyte 356]

Myrrius Mudd would hear of his brothers good work, assisting him in sorting the loot to send off to the fence... a grin upon his young face- not a single hint of sympathy. 
 

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good post brother

 

[subatomic 1497]

Markus Mudd laughed as he read the missive. His laugh echoed in the cave that he resided in as he brandished his blade around in the air, his sword still somewhat dirty.

[kazoo 587]

Marvyn Mudd would read the missive and say “THIS IS ALL WRONG THE WOMEN WASN’T A CHILD! And I am not a bastard… right?” to his brothers in the ruined Mudd ship.

[panda_bear 127]

Bunk read the missive with a snort "Pinkie iz realleh flatzed?" He questioned, a tone of regret in his voice. However he shrugged it off "Dat iz wub latz get fur klompin in duh wrong wagh" He chuckled "Gud work bruddah" He said to Marvyn Mudd "Wi did gud"

@kazoo

[Harald 2875]

Blood... At first it was all that Sir Rev Vuiller would see upon entering Balian returning from one of his many visits to Acre and the camp of Vuillermoz. The aged man arched a brow at first questioning what had occured yet none would give him a definate response. His eyes scanned the square, time seeming to freeze as his eyes stopped in their tracks seeing the colors of his house mixed with blood upon the ground. "Nie.." he walked towards the body.. his body feeling limb as he looked down towards his son "K.. Kristofer?" he stuttered out moving down towards the boy placing his hand upon his cheek. "N.. niet vy... God, please.. take me, but niet another of my sons.."