Jump to content

[PK] Karl III: A Crown of Scars


GMRO
 Share

Recommended Posts

Spoiler

Go Rest NERD!!!! legit, get some rest.

Jarad would frown at the news and mutter "May he finally rest in peace" 

Link to post
Share on other sites

Prince Kosher Daesmon would fall to his knees in the city of Caras Anor. "I was just talking about getting some leather with him yesterday.."

Link to post
Share on other sites

Adolphus Gloriana and Justinian Basrid @JoanOfArcbegin to tally the legacy points.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Spoiler

 

 

To rest easy was no simple thing.

 

To know that one's work was not only preserved, but built upon ... to know that the blood shed and the lives sacrificed for a cause were not in vain ... to know that all that was achieved in a brief glimpse of life outlived their mortal bodies, that it was all given meaning ...

 

A fresh candle flickered on the tomb of King Sigismund III.

Link to post
Share on other sites

"My king..." Renilde sighed upon receiving the news, having expected the King of Haense's passing for quite a while.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Princess Sofia de Pelear learned of the news, and made a decision to depart to the Hyspian church and pray, clasping the cross her mother had gifted her some years ago.

Link to post
Share on other sites

The Viscountess of Venzia was in her garden, holding back her tears. She planted new roses in the King's honor, proud to be a peer and squire under his reign.

Link to post
Share on other sites

A royarch from the Western seas made her way towards the balcony that stretched far over the expanse of the city and the redwoods that surrounded it. A breath was expended as her cosmic gaze then flickered towards the starlight above. "You were one of the good ones..." She muttered towards the sky in a hushed utterance, despite no one being around to hear it. "So far and so few is humanity graced with those that are exceptional, those that go beyond the scope of their own homelands. Rest easy, llir."

Link to post
Share on other sites

Katerina slumped down into the bed after hearing the news. Her sickness that she was still recovering from having stopped her from being able to say farewell and now she would never get the chance at all... Oh how she would miss him, the boy she had watched grow up was now dead. And a new one would take his place.

Link to post
Share on other sites

A certain creature heard of the kings passing and then spoke a silent prayer for the passing of the Karl III

Link to post
Share on other sites

Baldrum Colborn just came back from the Venzia as he heard the news. He dismounted his horse, and put his Brotherhood beret away. Standing in silence for few minutes. His armor became too heavy at that particular moment, he had to remove it. A drop of tear was shed, falling on the ground. Quickly after, he wiped his eyes "To think he enjoyed such a lovely tavern night just the other Saint's Day...." he muttered. The King is gone. If only he was immortal...

Link to post
Share on other sites

The Duke of Vidaus sat over his desk in austere silence. The death of the King he had spent so much of his youth in conflict with ought not irk him so, though he had found an odd comfort in his late reconciliation with the Crown. 

Aleksandr var Ruthern's mind was drawn to a conversation he had with the Prince Georg, and to the image of his own father when last he had seen the man, some decade passed now. "What is a man, but half his father?" Time would tell, he supposed - But he would not sit idly by. With a sigh, the old bronze crown spun steady between his fingers before he grasped it tightly and rose to his feet, setting off after the Princess Royal.

Edited by Demavend
Link to post
Share on other sites

Ulfric would sit on the balcony of his room from Tal’Rhewenholm as the news was delivered to him. 

 

Loike his fatheh before ‘im, he was ah foine leader, an’ ah better man. May ‘e finally rest.” 

 

Link to post
Share on other sites

Charlotte Henrietta rocked little Heinrich in one hand as she drew up a design to refurbish Corwinsburg. She turned to the door of her room as she heard a knock.

 

At first, she couldn't process what she had just heard. She had only spoken to him recently while congratulating him on the completion of the barracks. She knew the joy and the pains of bringing your designs to life, and now he would not be alive to watch others enjoy it. Her face crumpled at the thought as she began to cry. Karosgrad would be his legacy, the Barracks a shining beacon of his resilience and dedication to him and his people.

 

"Just like Horen... are we all plagued to not see the fruits of our labour?"

Edited by ErosTea
Link to post
Share on other sites

 Share

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...