The Rat Trap

[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

The Rat Trap

 

"Guilty" "Guilty" rang out in the cathedral. Bult knew what this meant. Unclipping his warhammer as the inevitable fight had begun. The remaining Von Dracos scurrying around in the sewers, a scene so familiar to the ageing Wick. Cutting down the few stragglers, white in their eyes as they were cornered and hauled into the streets of Karosgrad. "Don't worry, I'm not a brute, you'll have a fair trial." Said the Wick, throwing his hand in the direction of Emil "Bring the prisoners to the cells". He'd take a firm grip of the captives bindings with his only hand, dragging him away into the depths of the Barracks.

 

The Wick would not betray his words to the Von Draco captives, offering up conversation, food and water. Walking up and down the damp and dirty corridor, he'd just so happen to peer into Joseph's cell. A makeshift noose tied around the poor mans neck, standing on top of the cells bed. "What are you doing!" he'd shout, rushing on into the cell while calling on another guard for assistant. "I've done my duty for my liege. For Velec. All they would ask now" spoke to Adrian knight, so sure he would be executed. He wanted the easy way out. He did not want to die with honour and with pride. Instead, alone in a cell. "Wait!" he'd be cut short as the Adrian Knight jumped off of his bed, the noose snapping under the enormous weight of the pompous man, failing in his attempt to end his own life. "Damn" is all the knight could mutter. 

 

 

“He led a raid in Petra, so I would like to bring him there for a fair trial.” said Renilde "Not to mention, the Adrian forces will be here for him any moment, no doubt.” Alas, she was right. Joseph and his Von Draco associates were dragged out of the cells that they became so fond of and into the square of the Barracks. However, a small force of elves made their way into the square atop of horses. “Ti, considering one of them is wanted in Celia'nor and I was denied extradition” Valyris proclaimed. Unsure on what to do, convinced that something is amiss

 

“My understanding is the King wishes for these prisoners to be executed.” said the Wick, however it fell upon deaf ears. “If you wish to extradite them all, I'll need a written slip from Cardinal Allobrogum.” said the lone haeseni prison guard. With a quick and stern response from Valyris “I don't work for the church" Bult was sure something was wrong, he'd make his way over to the elves atop their horses. 

 

 

“Wait, you can't take them to Celia'nor." Bult explained, his sword partly drawn. “These men aren't going anywhere.” a voiced echoed from behind, The King of Balian came marching into the square. At that moment, the elves quickly fled on their horses with the prisoners on stow, Bult would quickly try to make a poor attempt to chase them down. The prisoners now broken out, he made his way to Celianor alongside the King of Balian.

 

"We're here for the prisoners you stole from Haense" Bult shouted up to palace. Disappointment set on his face when the two guards of Valyris explained that the prisoners had been executed. Not convinced, Bult and the Alexander I searched the streets of the city incase any of them had escaped their capture from the elves. Moments later, "Bult! The other von Draco that escaped is down here." A voice shouted. Rushing over to the gate, Sofya Von Draco stood conversing with the people of Celianor. With a quick and surprise attempt, he'd rush over to the old woman and dive into her in a poor attempt at a tackle. Unfortunately, the Wick not being so agile anymore, was no so quick in his tackle. Sofya quickly rushed back, unsheathing her sword. The sound of Alexander I pulling out his sword and Bult unclipping his warhammer from his belt filled the square. Sound from behind followed shortly after as Valyris and her guards made their way into the square. 

 

Ever so quickly, a sword pummelled into the back of the old Wick. A stab in the back from the guards of Celianor, the most dishonourable deed of combat. He quickly lurches forward, spinning around in shock and pain. Stumbling back over his old feet, his rear meeting the hard floor as he tried to give some distance from the dishonourable guards. "Wait!" he shouted. A sword made it's mark in the Wick's neck, the final blow to end of a very old man. Blood covered the Lord's Aaunic armour and the streets below. Finally, he joined the seven skies with his fellow Wicks. What came of the King is unknown, maybe he made it out. 

 

"Coltaine, is that you?"

 

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I'm shit at posts so don't mind the bad formatting 

 

[Olox_ 4318]

Jan Jazloviecki was recovering from the wounds he got at Velec, yet after hearing of Wick's death the Count got up and went to light up a candle at the Merryweather chapel "You died while serving our blessed Kingdom. Rest in peace friend." He then signed the Lorraine and took a moment to pray before going back to rest some more

[valecu 2128]

Upon hearing of the unexpected death, Eleanor perused far into the distance, abiding in silence and sorrow. As she was just deprived of her good and humble friend. There were no words escaping her mouth, for nothing could change the reality now.

[Franczhiz 4437]

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Caius Godwin Alstion was seated within the tavern of Minitz before the news of the death of Bult was spread. Hearing such, he moved into the chapel - kneeling before the altar and praying for Bult. "GOD, reward the bravest of warriors and welcome Bult amongst the many others who fought against your enemies. Continue to look over us as we shall continue the work that Bult has done for your realm of Canondom. Amen."

 

He then signed the Lorraine, uttering in Daelish: "Gu n-èirich do chànan le sìth 's gum bi thu eadar do dhèidhinn agus do chruthaich."

[gavyn 1362]

Emil Caius screams in pain and sorrow at the hearing of this news. One of his greatest friends and teachers robbed of his life. The hands of the Prince shaking as he would go through fits of denial. "He's a Wick, he can't be gone so easily!" The Alstion shouts, slamming his fist into the desk of his quarters, walking out to the deck of his ship and looking to the skies above with a few stray tears rolling down his cheek. "Until we meet again, Bult." He'd mutter, slowly shutting his eyes, standing in disbelief.

 

Siegmund Wick turns a wicked smile under his damned helm, a smile so wide flesh and sinew ripping audibly from the sides of his mouth. "Another page in Wickstory is turned.." The knight of rot hums, a few loose and very animal cackles being let out into the deep, cursed woods of Dobrov. Standing slowly from his stoop the knight would turn to face in the direction of the Wick's death. "We will meet soon, nephew." The shepherd would bark to the air, beginning to march off, a shrouded and terrible figure behind him, trailing along slowly.

 

"WE AREN'T DONE YET"

[AnonymousAlexa 3890]

Sofya von Draco idly polished her chest plate, scrubbing away the blood of the rat. “Let this be a lesson to them all,” she proclaimed, to nobody in particular. 
 

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Props on you for PKing, Nathan. I enjoyed the rp a ton, and I hope you were able to get a satisfactory death for Bult. 

 

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

in some far away unreachable plane of existence coltaine's soul mourns all wick dead

[Gandhi 3225]

Ser August Barclay welcomes his old ally to the skies..

[Sarven 2619]

"Ploughin' backstabbing knife ears.." Yvian would grit his teeth, then signing the lorraine as he spoke a soft prayer for Wick "Gott mit uns, it was an honour to fight as your side."

[bumblefina 2766]

In some deep hold, the being that was once Juniper Wick uttered out in a rasping tone, "Bult was still alive? Huh. Good for him."