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THE WALL CRUMBLES


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Klara Elizaveta bowed her head for the man who had faithfully guarded her family, and who granted her father his final wish. The old princess had no more tears to shed. 

 

Josefina Barclay offered up a prayer for Ser Walton's soul. "Spasiba for protecting us, Ser."

 

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was i the only one who didn't know Walton had a last name? ._.

 

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Atilan Bishop sits there on a bench near the fountain in his new home, Ostervik. His body recovering from the wounds of battle, a vodka in hand. He sighs and thinks of the battle. A small tear drops down his face, guilty that he hadn't done enough to kill the Inferi guard. He quietly says "Ser Walton, I failed you. You saved my life and yet I couldn't do the same to you. Why couldn't I have just plunged that blade into his neck!", quietly relaying the events of that battle in his head. In frustration at himself, he throws the bottle over the wall where the breaking of a glass bottle could be heard. 

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Ser August prays for Ser Walton’s soul in his chambers.

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"Very few leaders will ever have the privilege of ein man as loyal as du, Ser Walton." Tylos III greeted the man who had guarded him on so many occasions as he joined the other fallen of the siege in the Seven Skies. "Ich feel GOTT himself will struggle to recreate such ein man as ihrself. The world shall miss ihr presence, though it was blessed to have it to begin with."

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Conrad had made his way up to the hill too late, the medics had made it too late. He managed to get out something personal to the man, unknowing if he could have still even heard it or if it were too late. He'd have thanked him for everything if he had enough time yet he didn't. He gave some truthful, painful words and had to move on. Later he'd be told that people were sorry for his losses, they weren't just his though, they were everyone's losses, especially Ser Walton. The man had done much for not just the Order of the Crow but also the entire kingdom. He was the model knight in Conrad's eyes, a wall of morality which never truly broke, which served faithfully until unlike his morals his body broke.

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Sergei Aleksandr bid his farewell to Ser Walton in the hospital, he returned the knight his sword and remembered how the Knight had protected him, his father, his brother and the rest of their family for all of his life. He would not forget this sacrifice.

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Karl III glanced to his side in the battle, finding the man that had protected him since his youth by his side, yet he was also the man that killed his father. Ser Walton had been the wall always standing by the side of Barbanov, and he did so even in death. Upon hearing of his death in the hospital, he offered a solemn prayer. Knights after him would struggle to be so loyal.

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"Will be strange without him there. . ." Dame Tavisha pondered, perching down upon a cooled meteorite that struck the outskirts of the city amidst the scorched fields reeking of sulphur and bloody iron of both mortal men and foul fiends.

Unbeknowsnt to the fallen Ser, Tavisha had much to thank him for: his ascension to Paramount in her stead in truth freed her, allowing the old adunian to gaze new horizons, keeping past ambitions behind her, as the man fulfilled the role well.

Unlike him, she wouldn't settle for being a wall, nor to being locked within them. 

But even if she did, in truth none could stand as firm and loyal to the very end as Ser Walton did.

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"Was a good fella. Watched him beat up an old man who spat on de princess. Made for good fun, no?" The reputable businessman, Roland LeGrand, would say upon finding out the poor knight's passing. "Well, dat and he warned of skeletal horsemen. Got t' close up de casino a bit early." He'd snicker, passing cards to each player on a streetside table in Karosgrad. 

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Maya Ceciliya would shed a tear upon meeting Walton in the skies. Blissfully, she'd recall the few comforting memories of her childhood that included the stern, yet protecting, wall. 

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Viorica wept as she sensed Ser Walton's departure from this earthly realm.

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"The greatest Knight this Kingdom has ever known," muttered the Grand Prince of Kusoraev, "Yet, we must persist without the Wall to protect us."

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