Beamon4 1586 Popular Post Share Posted March 22, 2023 The Tale of Two ‘Roches The mounted force of Adria stood at the border of Petra, awaiting the signal from Sir Joseph Helvets of Vasile. Through the young marshal’s network of spies, word had reached him that a meeting would be held between the traitor Sigismond Varoche and the Archduchess of Petra. With this information in hand, the knight quickly rallied a cadre of soldiers of Adria. Among them was the Duke himself, riding out donned in his armor. While the King of Aaun may have been content to lounge behind the white walls of his empty city, the Duke of Adria would ride with his men. For several minutes they waited, and waited, and waited. The order was finally given to dismount, and under moonlight they crept through the quiet, sleeping streets of Valfluer. The host went undetected as the comrades-in-arms made their way through the central keep of the city. There was no doubt, Sir Joseph had told them, that the ongoing discussions were to be held in the council chambers. A room that he happened to have the keys to. Darting their way up the spiraling towers of the castle, the men of Adria sprung their trap! Flooding into the council chambers, they surrounded the Archduchess, her council, and the two brothers: Sigismond and Charles Varoche. As quickly as they had entered, the Adrians were soon out of the keep, leaving the stunned Petrans there to wonder what had just occurred. Racing back to Velec, the Adrian party were greeted by cheers as they brought the two traitors back in chains. To an eager crowd, the two men were given their sentences. Sigismond Varoche, displaying some final gasp of honor, died with dignity, offering a prayer to the Lord and insults to the victors that surrounded him. The Aaunic army, after its stunning defeat when it tried to take Velec nearly a year before, was not to come for his rescue tonight. Final words were said, last letters were written, and the Duke of Adria, triumphant again, raised his blade and brought it down on Sigismond’s neck. 42 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
subatomic 1089 Share Posted March 22, 2023 Lucien Ashford de Rouen would revel in victory, raising his blade high. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vermy 1346 Share Posted March 22, 2023 The Duke of Blackvale sat in the square, eyes reflecting the pit of fire before his figure. He rested there with his levymen, watching the roaches lose their heads. 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mady 2930 Share Posted March 22, 2023 Upon receiving word of the death of the Count Veroche, Elena would place a palm over her heart, attempting to hold back her flood of emotions. “Oh my dearest Lorina. . .” 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
marikandaperc 1122 Share Posted March 22, 2023 Silvia could not help but wonder if the news would reach Haense, and more specifically Lorina. Her gaze had remained unmoved from the stage where the execution had taken place, lost in thought. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tide1 1495 Share Posted March 22, 2023 "Live as a traitor, die as one." Sir Liam comments 'pon watching the heads roll. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fishy 1577 Share Posted March 22, 2023 "I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry..." Ser Morgan of Angren chanted to himself, alone within the Church of Our Mother of Paradisus. He sat in a pew, his hands steepled as he fervently prayed toward the altar. The place was seldom used, its candles long since spent, waxy stalactites now graced each wooden table and iron candelabra. Yet no salvation was had for the young knight, for his assistance helped bring in the rogue Count Sigismond and thus he felt his share of the blame when the Duke took the Count's head. These once two friends, both like fathers to him, now made to kill one another by this terrible war. 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SupaSaMM 246 Share Posted March 22, 2023 A former Bishop would be seen relaxing on the calm and quiet beaches in Helious. He sat tired from a hard spent day of training off his angers and feelings and sitting by the docks and relaxing a cigar in his teeth, a Bishop servant would run to him. "Sir Atilan, du must see zhis" he said then handing him the missive. The Waldenain would blink and then nods his head and sigh "He was a interesting man that Sigismond... a once former friend, though perhaps it was good that we stopped being friends when he tried to extort me for my family's wealth" he said with a chuckle "Saved me from getting a stab in the back! May Godan bless him in those seven skies and give him a place befitting that of his loyal traitorship!" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fie 2519 Share Posted March 22, 2023 Wilhelmina awoke to the sounds of a cheerful crowd. She rubbed her eyes and stumbled out of bed to see that traitor's head lay in the mud. A quiet "Oh" was followed by an "Ave Adria!" 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shmeepicus 3941 Share Posted March 22, 2023 Alexander glanced over the missive. "This spins a narrative that the Duke is a bold man- I wonder if he would be so willing to put his life on the line in a duel to the death. Him or I- Heinrik or Alexander- I doubt he would, wholly and fully. He claims to be so courageous- yet I do not believe he would agree to one on one combat to save the lives of hundreds of Canonists- yet then again, he is no Canonist." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ydegirl 1718 Share Posted March 22, 2023 It was midnight when Amelia's fears had approached. The night glowered and hollered, the wails of Amelia Varoche creating a symphony in the Chateau de Lucienne - hot tears stained her face, which was contorted into an ugly, monstrous facade. Words left the Varoche's mouth as incoherent babbles and gurgles as she did nothing but stroll through the vineyards and halls of her fiancee's manor. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ryanark 1919 Share Posted March 22, 2023 "What were they expecting? Royal treatment?" a de Vilain jested to himself, amongst burning flames. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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