JuliusAakerlund 1777 Popular Post Share Posted August 30, 2022 DEEP IN A DREAM A CHARACTER SHELF SHORT STORY [Shelf] Hello dear readers, friends and besties who might be reading this. I will keep this little preface short so as to not waste people's time. There is a lot going on in my life currently and as a result, I need to make LoTC more casual. No doubt there is plenty going on in everyone's life and I don’t doubt that we’ll all make it through whatever we’re facing, know you’re not alone. In the short term, I need to take a proper break and really focus on what matters most to me right now, my mom. In the end, I thought it best to shelf my character for now so I don’t catch myself walking my way back into things. I hope everyone enjoys the little story. I leave Colborn in the hands of the many talented people who I know it holds. When all is said and done there is a legacy far too deep for it to be snuffed out by time. The Barony of Bethlenen is white and resplandant, overlooking the Lake Voron. 3rd of Tov ag Yermey 440 E.S. 'It was as bright a day as was usual for the Haeseni Hinterlands. The Rimeveld was still very much white and the Attenlund still starkly green, probably hiding some critter or creature. On the hills overseeing the territory sat the Castle of Vorenburg. Its tall towers and Hanso-Scyfa Architecture are a constant reminder that there were still other cultures who called Haense home. While the three Haeseni Mother Cultures of Hanso-Raev (Haesenified Raevir), Hanso-Waldeni (Haesenified Waldenians) and Hanso-Scyfa (Haesenified Scyflings) have been here since the ancient days of Athera, the Scyfling seat had remained largely dormant in recent past. The Vaeyl Wars caused tragic casualties for Colborn that only time could mend, from Palatine and Ducal Peers, they lost it all to fight for family and Kongzem. In the time they were gone the realm was beset by the Scyflings that had been parted with, hundreds of years in the past. Those stragglers who wouldn’t convert under the yoke of Haense and canondom when called upon by Carr Colborn. Truly, fate has a twisted way of playing pretend.’ - Page 32 of Adrian Erik’s Log Setting down his quill as he finished writing and looking at the large book that sat before him, Adrian Erik Colborn chuckled a little to himself. “I suppose if it wasn’t for our return that’s how it would have been. We and our people would have been remembered as bloodthirsty warriors rather than what we are, people who helped build this Kongzem before it was named. To think we narrowly missed the chance to meet our ancestral allies the Voliks… I was off by a short decade.” While contemplating what could have been as the old had a tendency to. Adrian brushed a hand over to a recently penned letter which he had cut open with a small knife, wax seal broken. He brought it closer as he began to read it aloud to himself with a smile tugging on his lips. “TO ADRIAN COLBORN, WISEST OF THE LAND, My father has recently tasked myself along with my siblings to seek out quests from our nobility to harden ourselves. I write to you as I have always know you to be one of the wisest of our lands and your family to be those who keep fine records and accurate accounts of Haeseni History. It is because of history that we learn our mistakes and it is why I would like to learn some more of it. There would be no better person to seek out to learn on this matter. If you have the time or will to, I wish to request that you and your family teach me the most. It is but the least I could do in honour of my ancestors and to better myself. I do hope you will accept this request of knowledge. -Best regards, Marius Audemar” Adrian idly ran a hand through his beard as he finished reading he could only smile wider. He could hardly contain the joy he was feeling at the mention of a Barbanov learning from the keepers of the book, in a way it was a return to form, a return to tradition. It had been the duty of Colborn since the ancient days to recount and record history, to maintain and make certain it was accurately passed down, to the next generation. While the Barbanov-Colborn pact was no more the Colborns were never ones to go back on a promise, still serving their lieges loyally. “I suppose I will have to pen a reply after the Potluck. I fear if I’m tardy Catalina will serve me an earful and my ears are already plenty full.” With a chuckle at his own joke which no doubt would flop if there was anyone to hear it. He gently flipped over the parchment in the Book of Colborns to a particular page, keeping it open there. The fingers on his right hand drummed the surface. “I suppose it's time I gave over my duties to someone, Anabel will do us proud - she’ll make a fine Book Keeper. I’ll read her a few stories and teach her how to navigate the many pages and that will be that.” Making his way down the living quarters’ many hallways and taking the elevator down to the kitchen, he passed the servants who were preparing the cultural cuisine, as they prepared it properly for the Potluck. Not one to disturb the hard-working Adrian opened the nearby oaken door which offered a slight whine, before the brightly light courtyard greeted him, beckoning him to go outside. His gaze caught the early arrivals, Georg Sigismund was speaking to Esfir Kortrevich, Ernst standing not far behind. To the middle of the grounds gathered Viorica Barrow, Anabel and Allyssa Colborn - those two could rarely part with each other. Clearing his throat as he found a nearby patch of elevated ground, Adrian looked to those gathered, just before speaking Maric and the recently legitimized Lorence stepped outside from the Castle Keep. “If anyone brought food you may bring it upstairs so that the servants might serve it to the many guests. I look forward to trying the cultural cuisine of the many citizens of the Kongzem. Though try to have some mercy as my appetite isn’t what it once was!” Though he was heard the many young in the courtyard seemed far too engrossed in talking amongst each other to move anytime soon. Adrian took no offence and if anything found it good, he remembered far too well how he was at their age. While Adrian was reminiscing about his youth a small lass walked up to him and tugged at his leg. Casting his gaze down he caught the fiery ginger locks of Alina Vilchyc. With an elderly smile that shined with kindness, he spoke softly, kneeling to be at her height. “You’ve come to partake in the Potluck I take it, little lass?” The little lady shot back a pout and fidgeted with her small fingers before casting a shy expression up at Adrian. “I came looking for friends… Tata says there are not a lot of children back home. I want to make many friends, this many!” The five-year-old child widened her arms out as far as she could, which only caused Adrian to draw into light laughter. “That many? It seems you’ve great ambition little one but we shall see what we can do.” Using his index finger to draw her attention he pointed over to Allyssa, who stood off in the distance. “See that lass over there? I heard she’s looking for friends, she even gives out duckies to each new one she makes - or so I am told.” He played it off as if he wasn’t speaking about his very own granddaughter, nor knew if what he said was true. “Don’t you want a ducky?” Alina’s eyes followed along with the movement of Adrian’s finger and as her eyes landed on Allyssa she seemed to bounce with some excitement. “Really! She wants to make a friend and she has duckies? How many duckies does she have? How big are they? Did she name them?” With excitement and energy which could barely be contained in the little frame of the girl, the elder patted her shoulder before speaking. “Why don’t you go ask her?” As the little girl stumbled away he closed his eyes in self-satisfaction. He had always enjoyed playing the matchmaker, putting friends together, making those that wouldn’t otherwise meet, meet. When he was about to turn for the keep door and make his way inside the very same doors opened as Catalina came outside with clear conviction. Taking on the spot next to Adrian she shouted out loudly. “Greetings all! I thank you all for coming such a far way to the Bethlenen Potluck. I am your host, Lady Catalina, if you all would follow me into the dining room so we might commence the festivities I would be most appreciative.” When the many gathered guests started making their way inside Adrian was reduced to the duties of welcoming them inside, greeting Barbanov, Ruthern, Barrow, Kortrevich and many others as they made their way inside. There was a shout from the two sisters Elia and Anabel as their travelling brother Steg had deemed it right to make an appearance, truly a once-in-a-blue moon encounter. Having shaken his head at the sight with his ever-present smile, Adrian finally made his way inside. The last thing he heard before the oaken door closed behind him was a loud “Steg! GET OVER HERE!” Walking into the dining hall and seating himself at the most populated of the two long tables, Adrian seemed satisfied with his lot in life. He might be old but he could still enjoy the youthful energy of the younger generation and plenty of them were willing to listen to his rambling. The atmosphere was lively and he could already tell Catalina had success on her hands. Looking at the woman and man seated across from him Adrian offered a few words to initiate a conversation. “It seems you young are still filled with plenty of energy, social to a fault. It makes an old man like myself very glad. Though I fear I haven’t had the chance to meet either of you before.” The lady across from him started off first as she spoke with enthusiasm. “We were just speaking about how beautiful of a place this is, truly eye-catching.” When she concluded her thoughts the man beside her spoke next during the small pause with a nod of agreement. “It’s as the lady has stated a lovely looking place, yes.” As seemed the rhythm the lady went next. “Ipera Ashford de Falstaff, wonderful to meet you.” She spoke to Adrian with warmth and a fine smile, well-mannered and concise with her words. Adrian took the opportunity to speak before the man beside Ipera introduced himself. His timing was impeccable as one that had been far too experienced in talking, former Palatine and all. “Adrian Erik Colborn is my name, truly a pleasure. I am the Lord and Baron of this humble place we call Bethlenen. The de Falstaff name brings back memories. Your family while not counted amongst the ancient certainly hold plenty of renown, not only in one Kingdom but a few.” His gaze went then to the man beside her as if waiting for his introduction. Following along rather neatly the next one made his introductions with a curt nod. “Sigismond Varoche, a pleasure likewise.” “Varoche you say?” Adrian seemed to have a jolt in some part of his old memory as he smiled brightly while speaking. “Another family with much history, though this one is more closely tied with Adria though no less prestigious. It has been half an age since my people last met a Varoche and that’s saying something considering our history. Hopefully, Varoche has found itself a place to call home during the current generation.” Sigismond kept chipper and gave back his response. “It was only around four years ago I made the journey here from Aeldin. But as you’ve said we have a history with…” As the festivities continued on and Adrian exchanged words with the many guests, it didn’t take long until it was time for dance. Making their way upstairs to the ballroom which sported the heads of many beasts and monstrosities slain by Colborns past and present. Adrian kept to himself mostly as the dance floor was for the youth. After he had informed Anabel of his intent to pass on the torch he roped her off to Elia for dancing, Catalina slid by and mentioned a dance with Prince Georg. It seemed all things were as they should be. With his back to the nearby bannister, he smiled an elderly smile of contentedness. He remembered a time when he used to dance in similar halls, when he had yet wed, even after, his wife sometimes joined him when she wasn’t too weak from her illness. She may have been born a Princess of Haense but her sickness saw her go to few social goings. Adrian let out a slightly wistful sigh at the thought, yet it didn’t reduce his smile, nor its shine, he only turned around and leaned on the bannister casting a gaze to the floor down below. It was there that he saw a far too familiar figure, his eyes widened in shock. It wasn’t entirely certain if it was the copious amounts of carrion black, or perhaps his old mind playing tricks, but he could swear he saw Godric - his dear boy. His hands gripped the bannister with all he had as if he was possessed, his months of delirium and the emotions attached coming right back, he had lost him once and he wouldn’t lose him again. Having forgotten his cane that so often supported his right leg that was injured in warfare, Adrian shot for the stairs. He broke into a hobbling sprint and it wasn’t long until his weaker leg caught nothing but air. He stumbled forwards towards the end of his run and rolled down the last steps, his head landing squarely against the spruce wood corner. His world went dark and his consciousness gone with it. He couldn’t hear the screams of his family or the worries of Viorica Barrow, who sought to heal him. Instead, he was deep in a dream. WILL AND TESTAMENT OF ADRIAN ERIK OF BETHLENEN In the coming days, his family found his will and testament which read as follows. “Should I ever die before my duties are done or fall ill and unable to speak for myself this will be my last will on this mortal earth. May it be honored and upheld and the duties of its contents be carried out by my Burgrave Rudolf Vyronov. For his family that once served us in ancient times is one who carries honor in their veins and as he serves us now, so shall I trust in him, as Eirik did Lerald.” What remained to be read by the family only once delivered by Rudolf was a letter each, sealed in wax and written by a pair of elderly hands. OOC NOTE Spoiler [ANY ITEMS OR OTHER ODDITIES THAT WILL BE GIVEN OUT WILL BE DONE THROUGH AN EVENT HELD BY LINDMANE.] ARTIEV EDRIC COLBORN Spoiler You’ve always made me proud and while you’ve been off on your adventures and collecting books, writing your own and excelling at the arts. Know that I have paid attention and that you have an admirer in me. I may be dead but I shall always watch from the Seven Skies with rapt attention, glad to see your growth. -Your grandfather and admirer, Adrian Erik MARIC ARED DIETRICK GERARD COLBORN Spoiler Sometimes I wonder if you inherited the blood of Holy Ser Osgod rather than that of Eirik of Metterden, your skill with the sword is certainly no less than theirs. While our side of the family has never been weak or one to stray from the blade or battles. I know you to be a master that is unlikely to be matched amongst Eirik’s blood in the decades to come. To hope as much would be selfish of someone as old as I. I know you will keep this family safe once I am gone and you’re never one to shy away from difficult decisions or hard work. I know you to be someone with great talent and while I would never wish to put a burden open you, I believe you are a leader, more than capable of the task I have left behind for you. -Your grandfather and friend, Adrian Erik FELYX FRANCYS COLBORN Spoiler Felyx my Felyx, you’ve inherited Eirik’s lonesome journeyman path. You have love in your heart for both family and friends. There is no doubt in me that you can accomplish anything that you put your mind to. You’re a workhorse and while it causes some to envy there are two if not three times as many who admire that trait. In my youth, I was likewise dispirited about the state of affairs and troubled and the tardiness of bureaucracy. I know you will find your path and whatever that path might be it will be one which won’t only benefit you, but likewise those around you. In you is the youthful passion to be the change you want to see in the world, never abandon it. -Your grandfather and friend, Adrian Erik BETSY COLBORN Spoiler I expect the socks to soak -Your in-law and friend, Adrian Erik MAKENNA GRACE COLBORN Spoiler Godric has never and will never be as happy as he was with you. I don’t doubt he still grumbles from up there in the Seven Skies about how much he “doesn’t miss you”. But we both know he means the exact opposite. I will try to keep him patient and calm down until you join us upstairs. Just know that the day our two families joined at last since the ancient days, I had never been more glad. The humble beginnings of Carr Colborn and Marius Baruch were brought together at last. I hope you can help guide the younger generation in my absence. -Your in-law and elder, Adrian Erik CATLAYA KARYNA COLBORN Spoiler We certainly didn’t see eye to eye on many things since you were young. I could tell you were likely to take your own path in life and that I respected. Your pain was my pain and your happiness was my happiness, that never changed as you are family. When you fought with Godric it wedged a shard in my old heart but I swallowed back the bitter blood. I knew there was a chance you both might find a resolution and while it seems it never went as I had hoped. It seems to me that you’re likely to be happy now and if not married already, soon to be so. While you seldom returned the thought I hope you know that as your grandfather I never once hated you, I have nothing but love for you. The day you join us in the Seven Skies I hope we can all set aside our differences. To finally be at peace as a family. -Your grandfather, Adrian Erik AREN ELLIOT COLBORN Spoiler While you’ve set off on your journey a lot has happened. I know that by the time you come home you’ll learn of three deaths as if that weren’t the case I would have amended this letter by now. Not to mention one of which is your very own brother. Just know however that you are not at fault for any of our demises. We lived on being glad to know that your journeys would bring you joy and that you’d return home one day to tell us the tales. While those of us in the sky above will have to listen in, don’t doubt I will. In so knowing I hope you prepare yourself properly as I will judge the contents and ways you narrate. -Your grandfather and proud explorer, Adrian Erik CATALINA ROSALYN COLBORN Spoiler Catalina, you’re a talent in the making and one of the many treasures my diseased wife indirectly left behind. I know full well that you will come into your own as time passes. Not to mention I shall be glad to see it even if it is from the Seven Skies. If my end came before Elia and your differences have been settled I hope the both of you can still find peace and share in laughter once again. For most of us there is far too little time on this earth and what decides how happy we are is how we spend it. Here is hoping that yours will be filled with smiles and good marriage. -Your grandfather and father, Adrian Erik LORENCE ARVID COLBORN Spoiler The boy that has never once failed to make me proud. I fear my death might have left you and Anabel the most affected out of the bunch. You two are the type to keep your emotions deep inside rather than letting them out or sharing them with others. Just know that your family will be there for you through this and that there is no weakness or embarrassment in sharing sadness and sorrow. It takes great strength to offer up your own emotions on a plate for others to readily see. So cry, cry as much as you must and know that you’ve never once lost my trust. If I die before I can do it myself then I will make certain you’ll be legitimized from the grave. So, smile when you can my boy and know that you’re one of us. You always have been and so you’ll always be. From the day you first clung your little finger around mine, to the first day you smiled and the first word you spoke. There was never once a moment you weren’t Lorence Arvid Colborn, for I treated you as such. -Your grandfather and ardent supporter, Adrian Erik MARECK GERARD COLBORN Spoiler I hope that you will follow in your father's footsteps. There is the spirit of a marshal in you but know not to work yourself too hard. There is never something wrong with not being the one in charge and taking the less troublesome road. Just know I only ever wanted you happy and whatever you do to get there is what will make me smile, a smile from the Seven Skies. Mareck, protect your siblings and show them what strength is to be used for - not abused for. -Your grandfather and elder, Adrian Erik BALDRAM CARR INGVAR COLBORN Spoiler Last we spoke I wasn’t in the right place mentally. I am sorry to have shown myself in such a poor state to you and hope it did not frighten you far too much. There are times of weakness in all of us but it doesn’t make us any less noble. The Kings of yore were once common men and we all originate from the same blood at the source. Just as your name implies there is plenty of strength in you. I simply believe you need to find where you wish to spend it. Be ambitious my boy Baldram and train yourself to be who you ought to be. There never was a doubt in me that you have what it takes to succeed. -Your grandfather and guide, Adrian Erik ALLYSSA COLBORN Spoiler By the time I am dead, there is still a chance that you’re far too young to truly digest what my absence means. I know it will come as a shock and in time you’ll come to terms with it as others teach you about life and death, mortality and the afterlife - the Ancient Highlands in the Seven Skies. So instead I offer to you a part of me that will forever reside in your heart. For whenever you think I am no longer with you put a hand to your heart and feel the warmth that comes from its beat, and know it's a part of me, which will never leave your side - the warmth of family. It is in your very blood my child and I will watch and be beside you in all your moments, the good and the bad, no matter the circumstance. Your heart of gold and the duckies which you so cherish will birth goodness in this world, for it already has, putting a smile on far too many a face. -Your grandfather and grand ducky, Adrian Erik DOMINIC WOLFGANG COLBORN Spoiler It has been some time since you set out on your Nattrvaskr, hopefully, all is well. I suppose by the time you receive this I will have already found my answer by looking down from the skies above. By the time you return your family will need your strength and character. Your sisters may have strayed from their path or need a shoulder to lean on but I know them strong enough to recover. Know that I left something for you to remember me by. -Your grandfather and father, Adrian Erik STEG OSGOD COLBORN Spoiler The world is a journey on your path to perfecting music and in that sense, every moment could be what inspires you next. I hope perhaps that my life and or demise might give you what it takes to find creativity or a way to let out your son. The songs of our people are made to be heard not to be read, my boy. I will leave you something to be used and not to grow cobwebs, here is hoping you do so. -Your grandfather and old man, Adrian Erik ERNST DEITRICH COLBORN Spoiler I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS HOLY IF THERE IS A SINGLE WILLIAM ON MY GRAVE I WILL SMITE YOU FROM ABOVE AND LAY DOWN A FURY UNLIKE ANY OTHER, YOU WILL BE SMOTE AND BROKE - DON’T MAKE ME GET OUT OF MY GRAVE. -Your grandfather and old man, Adrian Erik MATHIAS COLBORN Spoiler You’re no doubt still living with the other pages and squires with Ser Walton overseeing things. I don’t doubt that leaving you in his proper care will do well for you. The man is a living legend of sorts that even this old bag of bones holds much respect for. Whenever you finally succeed I hope you pour a glass of the finest carrion in my name, make some friends and comrades will you Mathias? For this old man's sake? -Your grandfather and father, Adrian Erik ANABEL ELIA COLBORN Spoiler If you receive this letter god forbid. I fear it seems the curse of the family is still strong and the next successor to keep the book will be just as confused as I am, likewise forced to care for family and children. But let me not be tardy with matters that mean little in the grand scheme of things. My Anabel and in many ways dear daughter. You have talent beyond your own understanding. There has not been a day you haven’t filled me with happiness nor one that you’ve failed to make me smile. You have a charm to you that I fear you’ve never once stopped to consider or realize. You could be the life of this very world and the friend of far too many. Yet you’re far too shy and for all your brilliance it only makes you worry more than need be for the finer details. There has not been a single successful man or woman who has not taken leaps of faith in life, or taken a chance. I know Lorence and you will be most affected by this all as you’re bound to keep most of your emotions deep inside. But take this chance to connect on a deeper level with those around you, and learn that they will still appreciate you for who you are, for who you truly are. With all your quirks and character there is no one who could ever come to hate you. I certainly never could. -Your grandfather and father, Adrian Erik ELIA ERYKA COLBORN Spoiler My death will perhaps hit you the strongest Elia. I don’t doubt it. But I want you to take a deep breath and know that there is no magic that can save you from a mortal's fate. I may have lived near a hundred and perhaps some could find ways to live a hundred more. But I lived a hundred good years with a family filled to the brim with passion and happiness. To those that wish for a hundred more I say! What is a hundred years more if it's all but a bore? I have seen far too much and lost more than even that. To outlive the very people you love the most is the greatest pain for the elderly and the only regret I have is that I will not meet the children of you and the others, whoever might have some. To not tell them tales or bedtime stories, or embarrassing moments of your youth. But alas, I was already blessed with plenty and I saw more generations than most ever have the chance. So know this Elia, I lived a life that I myself was proud of. So I hope you will as well live one that you can be proud of where you can come to accept the differences between people, embrace them for who they are, and share in their happiness for life is far too short for conflict. -Your grandfather and father, Adrian Erik ADRIAN ANDRIK COLBORN Spoiler WHEREEEEEEE IS MY LIMO MAN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH -Your Grandfather, Adrian Erik ADA NATALYA COLBORN Spoiler We haven’t spoken much since your father passed. In a lot of ways perhaps I can understand you the most as we shared in the intense pain after what happened to Godric. I had hoped we could sit down one of these days to speak about things and to come to terms with it all, to be each other's strength. But if I am unable to be there I suppose this letter will have to suffice. I know the sense of loss and the sense of being lost, not wanting to be awake or wake, fear reality itself and every day be reminded of the pain. But you must also remember to be strong, to move on and take your own fate by the balls if need be - to be your own strength. Troubling times are made to be overcome and to become a part of our power, our drive to move forward and to better ourselves. By the time I leave this earth my only worry is that you will find it as an excuse to bury yourself further. But know that is not you speaking but rather the sorrow which bites at your heart, the pain that makes you not want to leave your bed, the memories which you can’t escape even with closed eyes. So face your fears Ada, through you runs the blood of the first Knights of Haense and his descendants, there is courage in your very being - ready to burst at any moment. So be you, do what you are meant to do and overcome your ordeal and be the Knight you were born to be. -Your grandfather and elder, Adrian Erik CEDRICK ESKIL COLBORN Spoiler MY BEAUTIFUL BOY, DON’T CRY NOOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE DON’T OR I WILL CRY TOOOOOOO. -Your grandfather, Adrian Erik 31 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Twandhi 384 Share Posted August 30, 2022 As Maric hears the news, he'd be fighting his tears. It almost seemed like he wanted to look strong for the rest of the family so he could give them his full support... All they could see was him swallowing once after he blinked a few times, followed by a determined nod. "Crazy old goat, ah'll do all that eym ask of me" he'd then think back to the times he had shared with the old man as he thinks of the countless weddings, adventures, trips and even fights! ALWAYS had he been there to support him... Yet now it seemed like he was on his own for the first time. He'd take a long deep breath before running inside the keep to find the old man in his bed while tears roll down his cheek "Ah'll need vyr strength for this one farfadir". After a few moments he'd wipe the tears from his face as he sat next to the bed while looking at the man to see any form of a response. After getting no response whatsoever, he merely gives him a nod as he exits the room. "It's time to get to work!" 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CopOwl 1668 Share Posted August 30, 2022 Anabel finds herself sat again at his side, tending to him with utmost care. Once more, droplets drip down off her cloth as she squeezes it over a bowl of water. They remain the only noises permeating the room, and the keep, aside from her occasional grunts of effort from moving him. While so recently the courtyard had been filled with life, and laughing, now nothing remained except grief and sorrow. So many things left unsaid, so many jokes left since-unspoken, so little joy left. Anabel dabs at Adrian’s forehead dutifully, although unlike the last time she had to do so, there is no respite. Her Farfadir was truly asleep. He wouldn’t periodically wake up, shout about, or look at her apologetically, or help her with her tasks. He was sleeping, and he might never wake up. She had taken it upon herself to feed him; a truly difficult task. It required carefully hefting the elder up to sit upright in bed - with various pillows as bracers to keep him sitting up - and dividing his prepared food into very small bites. After feeding it to him, she’d lower his head in order to block of the airway, and gently coach him into performing a swallowing action. Thereafter, she’d turn to her food journal and note down exactly what he ate. Over the coming weeks, she noticed he was thinning - despite his skinny stature already - but she suspected her efforts were certainly slowing the process. Which provided her some degree of comfort. Despite her lengthy daily labours, she also spends her time studying The Book. The Book. There is only one book, and it is hers now. Her Book. It was taking her days just to read through the entries already entered; those of such mighty House Colborn figures of old, and their struggles. She can still remember what she told Elia. It still remained in her brain now, and she fully believes it. It can’t … It’s nej different from last time. He’s just scheming. Like before. He’s planning. Farfadir would never leave us alone … Without him. He’s just- He’s probably just testing us. Or planning his next move, like before. She peers over at Adrian’s face, her own mournfully frowning. “Farfadir … What are you planning?” She asks impatiently; worry etched into her voice. “You can tell mik … You s-should tell mik … Y-you have to tell mik.” She talks to him often. Sometimes she reads to him, or quotes passages from the entry of The Book she’s currently reading. Even though he can’t listen to her, it provides some sort of comfort … As though she were still having a conversation with him. She peers at his face again. As though molded, there rests a peaceful smile. He was always smiling … Droplets drip onto the surface of the water. Anabel Elia’s face contorts to a faint scowl. “It’s nejt fair.” She mutters then, “Stop smiling, you daft old man.” "We’re all mourning, and you look happy - glad, even.” A tear slides down her cheek as droplets drip onto the wooden floor. Her hands wrench the damp cloth away from his face as she stands up in sorrowful anger. Her letter from him rests on the dresser not far away - received in his bedroom. The bowl resting on her lap tips onto the floor. Water crashes to the wooden boards with an accompanying screech. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DahStalker 2843 Share Posted August 30, 2022 (edited) The morning had started with the chaos of servantry pivoting around to organize the furniture to accommodate the upcoming event, frenzy following every haste step. At the end of the hall, a teen with copper curls paced, directing each man and woman to their proper stations, frustration evident with the wrought of her brows. “Nejt, to the left- it looks crooked.” She’d exclaim with feet carrying her along the aisle in long strides. The hostess of the upcoming festivities, her cousin, had devoted herself to extra slumber. The stars in the night before had not been enough to lull her asleep peacefully, and thus the responsibility of the preparation was rendered to the eldest; herself. As she pivoted down the stairs she was greeted to the sights of her grandfather, positioned at the flank of her beloved ‘nanny’ Rudolf, talking as they marked off the oncoming barrels of Ale. To the furthest was her cousin Maric with his son Lorence as they assisted the servants carrying tables to the floors above. And finally her brother Ernst, takes interviews within the confines of his office. This was an event to anticipate. The end of Duma had brought further lines of stress to her temples and yet as she approached a certain individual at the aviary she could feel the heavy thud of her heart return. It was an unruly tension, an agonizing grip of anxiety that oddly enough led to excitement and joy - rather than that of dread. She had wondered if this is what was felt by her farfadir when he had met his love Gwyn, was this the beginning blossom of an unyielding affection? She could say not, she would have to ask him later. After the party would do. While her guest had other obligations to attend and could not make the evening events, she hardly let it falter her spirits. She’d dine with her friends of new and old, tasting the finery of their culture, and liquor from their souls. From the corner of her eye, she could see her guardian speak to Ipera de Falstaff regarding the history of their friendship and more - a common trait she held. Something she had learned through the years; is that history is of utmost relevance and importance to carry anew. She’d smirk to herself and glance to the table, entirely content. When it came to the waltz of flourishing skirts and sporadic dances she had found herself pinned to the corner of the simple ballroom, only to be beckoned inward to a forced dance between herself and her eldest sister. With the grace of his smile, her farfadir had encouraged her to forcibly drag her sister along in a morbid way of twists and turns. He had always called her a ‘wallflower’. The night had ended grotesquely, filled with tears and sobs, to the point of raw voices. She could not recall much beyond then, it had turned into a miserable blur. At some point both herself and Adrian had pushed to the side, he angled against the railing, and she per usual at his flank. A brief remark and smirk had been directed his way, but he had seemed distant as if he saw something. When he brought himself to the stairs she allowed her eyes to seek the confines of the ballroom once more; lovers entangled in an embrace, siblings frolicking around, and tiresome guardians preparing themselves with departure through concluding the conversation. The first thud of impact had directed her to stare at the tripping elder as he flew down the stairs, eyes grew wide as she shrieked so loudly her throat wobbled with sheer force. There was blood, his frame limp, yet his spirit still bound. The night was numbing, full of relatives coming and going as they blessed their beloved Patriarch, beckoning their momentary goodbyes. As her steel eyes met the pale lids of his own she could only feel another fit of tears asunder, chest heaving as the teen gradually lowered into a knelt position at his bedside, palms desperately reaching out for him. “When our ancestor Jesper was faced with sickness, he conquered the realm through his hope and perseverance. It is nejt time for you to go- you will rise once more, and be with us. You shall see Catalina walk down the halls of a cathedral, see Lorence bring glory to the Colborn name, Ada will avenge her fadir, and Allyssa will grow to be like farmodir. All of us are nejt yet grown, we have nejt finished our story, and nejt have you yet either. I- I will remain resolute like you, for our family.” It was then the girl recalled the events prior, up to Duma, and tears blurred her vision once more. “I-...” The girl began, voice hoarse as she bellowed out in a singular sob unable to be contained further. “H-..” The words stuck, wobbling in their attempted escape as she thought of the stories from Attenlund, one of expedition, adventures, and love. Hours of tales spoken in soft murmur regarding his beloved, of the family he had formed with her, the wish he had honored. So many words unspoken and so much advice untold. “He calls me Ellie.” Escaped the words, pushed through alongside a storm of sobs, the wall of defense fully shattered now as she collapsed at his side. The dew of the morning felt sticky and dour, unlike the common crisp of the air. Everything felt more compacted now as the girl had bound herself to the keep, sheltered away. Fingers curled inward against her shawl as she roamed the halls absentmindedly, numbed from emotion. She had struggled to keep her defense up once more after the nights before, managing only feeble smiles toward her relatives. But, she could yet face the world. On that fateful morning and knocked at her door, she received a letter from the trusted burgrave. She read it once, twice, thrice, and twelve times more. Each second and time she allowed the words to soak further and further into her core, rumbling with the might behind each written letter and phrase. Digits lined the contour of each lettering, recalling how the lines curved or perhaps where the quill had lifted, numbness draining some. The change had occurred and her life would never quite return to being the same. It is whispered that after a month had passed with the vacant ballroom that the subtle request of igniting the lanterns within was made once more. Deep in the halls roamed the singular teen, dressed tautly in the thin skirts of her ballet attire, feet wrapped and bound with flats. Silently she faced the shallow walls before bringing herself upright onto a toe, beginning to lurch herself into a wordless dance of sorrow and acceptance. And as those pirouettes began with the haste application of speed she brought her limbs inward, complexion tilted upright to the grim ceiling as tears flowed freely. For once without the aid of her grandfather, she had begun to heal on her own. Endurance. Edited August 30, 2022 by DahStalker 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ryanark 1924 Share Posted August 30, 2022 Hannes sat on his knees in front of the dungeon's fireplace, the news of Adrian's passing reaching his far ears in Acre. The aging Baron placed a fist on his heart, paying homage and rethinking all the brief moments of like-minded comradery they shared. They were the same, two old trees, that sat in the forest. And so the eldest fell in the night. "Who will continue the Old Ways now? Who but you? Rest easy now, old dog. You have done well, and you shall not truly die until the world itself ends and there is no more breaths to be spared for our children." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tcs_tonsils_ 2829 Share Posted August 30, 2022 Iulius Vernhart let out a violent cough, one that broke him, forcing him down to his knees a he gripped the tables. His throat hurt constantly now, as did his legs mouth, and legs, and well- pretty much everything hurt now. He watched as yet another man fell from the the grips of their physical lives. It didn’t matter if they passed or merely slept, they are fell into the slumber. An eternal pause. Iulius knew his time was soon- it had to be. The aged man, now watering blankly at the missive, simply crossed the Loraine. He was too week to get up and go see his sleeping friend, he was too weak to rise to grab his cane. He was too week to even make it to his bed. The man sat their, blood dripping from his bottom lip, staining the rug under him. “I’ll see you soon… soon.” 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herod 802 Share Posted August 30, 2022 Kaustantin cried for hours, in his youth he never had a figure care for him as much as Adrian, and now his father was gone. (R) 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
beetle 2735 Share Posted August 30, 2022 Spoiler ooc: im crying, sobbing - my therapist is gonna hear about this One and two, one and two, one and two, breathe Ada. Exiting the Knight’s Keep, the young Colborn page made her way down the hill, heading towards the river below. She carried her swords, bows and arrows, and a hay dummy over her shoulder. She struggled for a moment or two since she was in full armor, huffing and puffing. For the past couple of months, Ada was training in different terrains and environments to familiarized. She refused to let her opponents have the upper hand, she wanted to be ready for everything possible. After all, how could she be a knight if she wasn't prepared? “I had hoped we could sit down one of these days to speak about things and to come to terms with it all, to be each other's strength.” Her mind was fixated on that particular sentence, haunting her as she walked. Shaking her head, she tried shrugging it off, she didn’t want to think or feel guilt. Not when she wanted to train. Ada reached the river, setting her things down on the mossy ground, frowning. She realized she was going to have trouble heading back later when glancing back up the hill, letting out a heavy sigh. But at least it would count as exercising in her book. She grabbed the dummy by the head, dragging it towards the water. She went to prop it up in the wet dirt, taking a few steps back. One and two, one and two, breathe Ada. She got into her fighting stance, lifting the sword up, staring down the hay dummy as if they were her enemy. Or maybe it was someone else, a murderer perhaps. She counted from three, closing her eyes, reciting a quick prayer she always mumbled before a fight. At three, she ran towards the figure before her, ready to slash them into pieces. Unfortunately Ada didn't notice how heavy it would be to run in water, in armor, and holding a sword. Having little to no balance, she tripped, falling face first into the water. "I know the sense of loss and the sense of being lost, not wanting to be awake or wake, fear reality itself and every day be reminded of the pain. But you must also remember to be strong, to move on and take your own fate by the balls if need be - to be your own strength." For a moment or two, she laid there, not bothering to get up despite running out of air. She was self conscious, extremely embarrassed by her mistake ... and her guilt, even if no one was around to see it. Slowly, she raised her head up, spiting out the excess water. Gross. Irritated by it all, she lifted herself up, letting out a few Scyfen curses. Her great grandfather's words were getting to her, making her mind stir. One and two, breathe Ada. Was this Godan's doing? Was the universe punishing her? Was she cursed? No. These were rubbish thoughts. She had these impressions before, a few years ago when her father died. It took her a while to realize that is was not her fault, nor his, nor Ser Conrad, nor Miss Lucia. It was the way things were, it was the way life was. All she wanted was to keep her family but it seemed like they were slowly leaving. One by one. Who was next? "By the time I leave this earth my only worry is that you will find it as an excuse to bury yourself further. But know that is not you speaking but rather the sorrow which bites at your heart, the pain that makes you not want to leave your bed, the memories which you can’t escape even with closed eyes." Ada went to grab her sword, returning to her spot from before. Once more, she closed her eyes, slowing down her breathing, counting. She read it in a book somewhere that doing this can help with calming down. When she was ready, she went back into her fighting stance. Her guilt, sadness, and anger still lingered around but she felt confident this time around, reciting the last couple of sentences from her letter. "So face your fears Ada, through you runs the blood of the first Knights of Haense and his descendants, there is courage in your very being - ready to burst at any moment. So be you, do what you are meant to do and overcome your ordeal and be the Knight you were born to be." Breathe Ada, just breathe. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rattussmackus 597 Share Posted August 30, 2022 Catlaya nurses her newborn daughter as she reads over the letter, brows furrowed together “Such an odd word; ‘love.’” She ponders, placing the letter on her mantel. She strides back across the room, staring out the window at the rain. ”The weather knows my mood before I do.” 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
JuztLizzy 360 Share Posted August 30, 2022 Sitting under a grown apple tree in the Colborn keep, the newly legitimized Lorence arvid Colborn held his journal, sketching about on its soft papers. Inside, the pencil would start forming shapes. Shapes of the man that inspired so much joy in the teen’s earlier years. As Time went on after the incident, Lorence found himself wanting to be alone most of the time, with a few exceptions. He grew angrier for simple things, something that he had never done before. He had changed because of this. “Mik…mik never thanked eym for..everything..” He sobbed one day, sitting under that very tree, hugging his legs close to his chest. The teen cried, alone, despite what his great grandfather said, he couldn’t bring himself to go to someone. He felt that everyone was grieving in their own way and that he would just burden them with his own grief. His drawings lessened, he felt no inspiration to make something when all he felt was an emptyness deep inside. He would open his journal to a fresh page, only to close it a few moments later, looking up to the leaves of the apple tree, tears flowing down his cheeks once again. He still had so much he wanted to share with Adrian… Lorence would visit Adrian often, sitting beside his bed and sitting in silence. Sometimes he would talk of his day, or of his encounters with his friends, not knowing whether the old man could hear him in his coma or not. He just wanted to share these moments with him, even if he wasn't conscious to experience them No matter what, Lorence promised himself one thing, he would not disappoint Adrian, he would continue to make him proud, no matter what. Spoiler We'll miss you Juliusss! thank you so much for being so supportive with everyone in the Colborn fam. I'm so proud to be a part of this family <3 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Enlightenment 1457 Share Posted August 31, 2022 Sigismond frowned, a sadness to his pale eyes, as he thought to himself, "I thought he'd be fine, at least I had one pleasant conversation with him, may the Creator safely see him to the Seven Skies." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SomeKeyboardGuy 312 Share Posted August 31, 2022 [!] It was one month after the incident. The moon was at its peak as its moonlight was seeping through the window. There, Adrian lays on his bed unconscious as he had been asleep for the entire month. However, the room started to grow chilly as the windows began to frost but the aura of the room began to change... Calm, warm, safe, and a familiar aura that Adrian could have recognized. Like meeting with a friend or relative you haven't seen in ages... Beside Adrian's bedside, a translucent yellow man in yellow armor slowly becomes visible as he looks over Adrian with a solemn expression... The yellow man reached out to Adrian with his hand as he closed his eyes as his form began to shift into unrecognizable floating yellow translucent goo as the goo started to drift towards Adrian's head. There the goo entered into Adrian through the mouth and down the throat soon fusing with the rest of his body... --- Adrian only saw the dark void within his mind. No matter how far Adrian walked in this flat dark plane, it was always jet black. There was no light present though despite the fact, Adrian can see himself as if the sun were out. Every step Adrian took, he could tell the floor rippled as if he was standing in the tiniest layer of water. However, in the distance he sees a white tree. A familiar looking tree. Upon closer inspection, on one of the branches of the tree, a yellow dove could be seen perched on one of its branches. It stared at Adrian, and watched him. But the yellow dove seemed welcoming, urging Adrian to come closer. The same aura from the room could be felt as it grew stronger as Adrian stepped closer which urged Adrian even more. Adrian started to pick up the pace as he stepped closer until he was full on sprinting towards the white tree... Upon Adrian's arrival to the white tree. The yellow dove continued to stare down at Adrian before extending its wings and looking skywards... Adrian blinked and just like that, he was in Karosgrad. The only difference he could see was that the white tree was in the center of the square and it was oddly silent for a city. There was no living signs of life anywhere to be seen except for the yellow dove in the tree. The yellow dove then looked back down towards Adrian as it hopped off the branch. Gliding down. Until the yellow dove landed on Adrian's shoulder. The yellow dove then nuzzled itself against Adrian's neck and Adrian could not say he was completely alone anymore. It didn't last however as when the sun started to rise in the mortal plane, the yellow dove flew back up into the tree and stared back at Adrian as within one blink of an eye. Everything turned back to darkness. Adrian was alone again... However, whenever the moon reaches its peak. The tree reappears and every time, that same yellow dove could be seen on one of its branches. Excited to see Adrian once again and perhaps show him something new... 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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