[PK] The Death of Sir Atilan Bishop : A life Lived

[SupaSaMM 257]

Baby Atilan Bishop

𝔸 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕

 

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Atilan feels it… he sees it.. He knows it… It has come!

 

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A grown-man wearing a BSK uniform can be seen fighting a small blonde child with a wooden sword. With some swift strikes, the man loses the sword to the younger blonde. “Mein son! Dur ein savante” he says in pride at his second-eldest son. The giggling child smiles and says “Danke Vatter”....

 

And so begins the life of Sir Atilan Bishop, a soldier and warrior till his death...

Child Atilan Bishop growing up a soldier in the BSK

 

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Years pass since then and the savante has grown a bit.. A young stockly lad, with the acne and pores of someone typical of his age. The lad can be seen fighting with metal swords… he takes a cut to the hip in a spar. The offender apologizes “Firr Bishop, my apologies” he said in a thick Ruskan accent. The lad would hold his pain, his father having taught him better than to just scream it all out “Du… it’s fine… it’s fine…”. The guardsmen sighs “Stop lying… ag take ve drink… it will help you with the pain…” he said with a hidden smirk. 

 

The Bishop took a sip of the vodka and felt hell down his throat as the strong Ruskan drink did wage war upon his throat. The guardsman and the other soldiers broke out in laughter at the lightweightedness of the child. “LightWeight! LightWeight! LightWight!” was the taunts and cackles. Then, a sudden gasp… 

 

As The enraged Bishop would then fight the pain and chug down half the bottle, he would scream in their faces. “Say zhat one more time!” THe soldiers around them look at each other and then looking at the Bishop they smile and rush over to him. Hugging and embracing him as one of their own “Kruzae Zwy Kongzem!” they chanted in glee….

 

And that was all the Bishop would remember (as his tolerance to the drink would not develop like it would later in his life)  the sense of happiness and pride he felt in drinking the Vodka… he felt like a man who could conquer the world and put his enemies on their knees begging for him. 

 

And so… It was the first drink… and the one of more to come as the Vodka would later become a part of his life just as much as his pride for the dual Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska. 

 

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Atilan remembers his first kill… an insolent BSK medic. He was wearing his metal chainmail armor of that of the elite commando unit. He remembers looking at his Sotnik Sviatoslav Gudonav, his eyes begging him to not do it… But the Sotnik makes his orders clear. Like the good soldier he was, the Bishop plunged the blade into the freezing cold woman who he had just thrown into the lake hoping to then pull her out to set an example. But the women had ran off into the river stupidly. Despite the Bishop’s pleas to create a fire to save the freezing women, his pleas are ignored and the Bishop looks TOmilla in the eye as he is ordered to kill her. He puts the blade to her throat and watches as she gurgles, the blood leaking out of the wound and yet he is forced to watch it all…

 

And so, forever more in atonement, the Bishop would always aim for the neck whenever he fought in battle. To atone for his sins that he never served true retribution for. 

 

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Years pass, a grown Atilan appears. A man with highs and lows… a flirtatious man and yet a man with the heart of a warrior. A younger Atilan brash, arrogant, hotheaded, and yet handsome could be seen… long blonde locks, a well defined jawline, and scars on his body that would grow over time. The same young man who had so with his tongue quite dishonored himself among the women of Haense and yet with that same tongue and attitude about the world had worked himself to an armiger in the BSK and a squire. 

 

Atilan would remember that day the well-loved King Karl III had been impressed with him during the men’s presentations. His trial of wit succeeded he showed the Kingdom that he had earned a squirehood and the young man would smile. 

 

If An older Atilan could look at his younger self, he would shake his head at the young adults' egregious mistakes and flirtation and yet smile at what the young man had been able to accomplish. He would come to his younger self, clad in his heavy Bishop armor, patting the young squired and upcoming warrior Atilan on the back with left hand and with his right hand, delivery a gut-wrenching punch to the stomach, sure to have sent the young flirtatious man wheezing and begging for life. 

 

And so… began Atilan’s path to redemption after his penance in the church. 

A portrait could be seen of the Young Adult Atilan Bishop as he was in young 20s

 

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Time would grow on the Bishop as he moved into his 30s. His body carries more scars from knights' trails, and battles with the Inferi. 

 

In his mind, Atilan would remember those battles as the battles that aged. That took that young idiotic lad he was and molded into something fire. It’s said that iron only melts under heat… and so too would the Ironheaded Atilan melt under the infernal heat of the battles he had with the Inferi. 

 

Many men are fortunate to say they have never seen hell. Atilan and those who fought with him in the battle against the Inferi were thus unfortunate as they did see hell and it was in those battles…. 

 

And so… Atilan became battle heartened and experienced with that of war. The man so excited by battle had been worn down. He still fought with pride for his nation, but he no longer loved the fight for the fight…. He fought the fight because it was necessary for him. 

 

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Time passed…. A baby in 424 E.S. was growing into 454 E.S. A moment of happiness seemed to occur. A ring had been placed on his finger. His responsibilities were growing on him, he was now a judge, yet to preside over his first…. And final case. 

 

And yet, all that he could remember is taking a knee and with a stoic expression on his face, as the new Queen Esfir of Jerovitz tapped both his shoulders with the sword. 

 

And so stood Ser Atilan Bishop. Armiger, Jovenaar, Diplomat to Balian, Husband, father, Bishop…

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Life comes with its ups and downs… and with what must go up… must come down. It’s the law of gravity really and a law-knowing judge would come to understand that law soon enough. 

 

He remembers the day the Hyspian and his lover came to the courtroom. To his final breath, Atilan does remember that first and last trial of his life. He thinks about being a fair and fair ruling judge.. One that chose to honor the wishes of the victim… oh what a mistake he made! To follow the wishes of the injured party and deny the people of Haense the justice they wanted seen done over that of what his position demanded. 

 

If those in the seven skies could ask the Bishop what he was thinking, he thought of this… He thought of the small little blonde baby girl in his wife’s arms as he made the verdict. He thought about being a right and proper judge to set the right example for his future daughter to grow up in… and so, he made the fairest judgment he could as a judge. The Hyspian was to walk for the laws and evidence could not prove beyond a reasonable doubt at that time that he was a guilty man. 

 

And so… Atilan’s best attempt to make a fair judgment was the wrong judgment. 

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Furthermore, the now de-knighted Atilan Atilan would lose everything he had done in Haense. His previous mistakes and stupidity have caught up with him. He was to leave haense and move with his family to Helious. 

 

Goodbyes made… and goodbyes said. One to the new king of the Dual-Kingdom he had so long loved and served in. The goodbye would be a sad one for him to have to say goodbye to a long good friend of his. 

 

King Georg III would say goodbye to Atilan but left with him with one final words… that Atilan was a good man.. But he was also relentless and unyielding…

 

And so.. The Avoran would leave Haense.. The place he had long loved. And yet the famed saying is still true. You can take a man from haense.. But you can never take the Haense away from a man. 

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And so began a new life in Helious… Finally, after hitting rock bottom did things seem to be going upwards, a knight again.. Sir Atilan Avoran would smile and relax… a cigar in his teeth for his hand.. The Duke Jarad was a kind and good man to him. The Duchy had a sense of new air… it was a different life. One unlike the bustling cities of Karosgrad with chimneys and smoke but with the clean air of the elven coasts!

 

This would be a happier time in his life. He felt at home in the Duchy, happy to have a place to serve and belong once more. He felt a renewed man once more as the DUke’s steel retouched his soldiers and so rose Sir/Sel Atilan Avoran. 

 

His children would grow, his daughter having warded in Pavia, his eldest son and heir following suit. His baby twins are growing in his arms. And yet he still found happiness in Helious among the elves. 

 

Until.. As life always had with Atilan, what goes up.. Must come down… and so it did again in the form of family drama, the only battle a hardened could never really understand and that of an attack in his own home, the attack where he would lose his eldest daughter and later his wife who ran off with the twins in tow. 

 

And so… the former Bishop was left empty, all his work.. A title of Sir.. but with no family to share it with…

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The beasts enter into the throneroom. The knight says “Form the V!”. The cannons fire from above, and the beasts is injured but like the Bishop himself, has learned to move through the pain. The beast continues its advance. 

 

There is destiny… there is fate. We all must die and yet none of us ever really know when it will happen. There are sad ways to die… such as falling down the stairs and bashing your skull through. There are great ways to die. Legends and tales speak of these kinds of deaths. Some are the glorious deaths of combat and sacrifice. Others are happy such as those of the happily satisfied, who lived happily and found only the luckiest happiness in the world. All their earthly matters were settled and they lived a good happy life, perhaps they left a great impact on the world… Perhaps they died knowing their family was safe and happy. Perhaps they just felt happy as they died and came to accept the way it is. 

 

But the greatest death is the death of your choice. To die as the man you want to die as and to die in the manner you did. And for Sir Atilan, this could never be true. He was a man of many things. He had truly lived a life. He had been everything his childhood self had dreamed and thne some… as a warrior, a judge, a soldier, a father, a husband. And yet, we have said that he was only that of the warrior. And if that is all that remains in the man, then the only thing that man must wish is to die like the warrior that he is. 

 

And so… Atilan died the death he wanted in the way he wanted. A good goring through the chest, the death of the warrior. Was it foolish what he did, rushing at the beast? But did he die the way he wanted too on his terms yes…! Did he care about what others would think of him at that point? Why could he? Dead man don’t think and Dead men tell no tales.  

 

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A warrior , savante, an idiot, a man, a husband, a father, but more importantly than all things a life.. A life Lived 

 

And such is the story of Almaris. We live and we die, we make mistakes and we fail and we succeed. We have ups and downs, but we live and we live life. 

 

And when we die, we ought to do it on our own terms. For a man can earn his way in this world and lose everything, but his death ought to be everything to the man. 

 

 

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Atilan felt it… he saw it.. He knew it… It had come!

 

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𝔸 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝔻𝕚𝕖d

A final protrait of the blonde knighted Bishop, made 5 years before his death. 
 

[Pancho 2527]

Prince Kosher Daesmon, a soldier by trade, would look back on the city as the final ship departed. The battle scarred bandit could do naught for those who died at the hand of the enemy that day. But what he could give, was a salute for the fallen heroes.

[SlitheryC1 484]

"Finally."

 

Spoiler

sam im sorry i love you bb <3

 

Edited April 8, 2023 by SlitheryC1

[Fawnytheturtle 706]

As Fallon Bishop overheard the news, she sat down and sighs "Who will I fight with now, he was sort of like an annoying brother" wipes a few tears that started to drift on her cheeks "Suppose should tell Aurik" she stood back up and went to find her husband ( @Lomiei )

 

 

Meanwhile his wife Isabel sighs in relief "Good riddance, you killed our daughter you...you.." she could not finish the words "It was hard enough to take the twins away from him but I had good reasons" she assures herself "Time to get my family back, or what is left of it" she walked off

[GMRO 5251]

Karl III greeted a loyal bannerman to the afterlife. "Let it never be said you were not loyal to the core. You rose to be worthy of your position, even with great turmoil afterwards."

[Generi 563]

"Good riddance," muttered a certain pirate captain upon hearing news of the Bishop's death. "Worse than the scum I clean off m'ship. 'opefully 'e stays dead this time." And with that, she promptly forgot about the horrid man and moved on with her life.

[alexmagus 595]

Elijah von Augusten hears of the news of the deceased knight. Having spoken to the soldier before the battle,

"And you do nen die either." Elijah spoke out to him.

 

"Aye, Ich von't, and next time wear brown clothing.. Soemzhign tells mich du vill need it!" In response, Sir Bishop said.

 

Elijah's face comes to form a grimace, going to go check upon his wife and other in-laws.

[SupaSaMM 257]

7 minutes ago, GMRO said:

Karl III greeted a loyal bannerman to the afterlife. "Let it never be said you were not loyal to the core. You rose to be worthy of your position, even with great turmoil afterwards."

The Blonde Bishop would smile. "Danke dur Majesty!" he said giving his widest smile. And then slowly his smile would fade and looking to his former King "Dur Majesty, please tell mich, zhe seven skies have ein tavern and ein gutte cigar!". Atilan would then reach into his pocket with the sigh, hoping that truly heaven did bring upon the most heavenly of drinks and the most heavenly of cigars!

[comatoseprincess 236]

Angelika overheard the news and let off a relieved sigh as she looked at herself in the mirror, the once blonde and cheerful girl was gone and replaced by the face of another, "A shame, well now we're both dead.. Vatter. However I won't be joining you in the afterlife for quite some time." She muttered out bitterly, only glad she does not have to worry about him further. The girl then stood up and made her way to Pavia, needing to find Konrad to tell him about the news. ( @ratlordmagic)

[Josif 439]

Cassio Bishop welcomes his cousin into the seven skies with open arms "Long time no see cos." The Waldenian chuckles.

[Zemzy_Oakheart 167]

From the distant shores of a flowering town, hidden within forests of the west, did Blume overhear the news from the family discussing such news within the keep. She had heard the name before in court as she'd recognized it somehow, but couldn't remember where from. Hearing the gentleman's name once more with even more grave tones than before did her tears began to silently leak without warning.

 

"Why am I crying....?" She asked herself in confusion as her amnesia had continued to fog her thoughts, even stopping to eat as she excused herself from the table in an attempt to cease the trickling stream from dripping upon the table.

[TeawithFrisket 2634]

Ember revived the scroll copy of the names of the fallen, thus an honorable idea came to mind, she began  to draw what would be presented to her highness

 

“none shall be forgotten”

[Kaladin Stormblessed 635]

"Gud knows, his heart was always in the right place. Rest in peace, Atilan." Spoke Ser Baldrum Colborn 

[marikandaperc 1165]

In the safety of her father's room, a now mature Bishop read the works of her father, seemingly unaware of the chaos that  unwavered in the elven lands. Being notified of the death of her uncle thrice removed, she could not help but break in tears. "I'm sorry Angelika..." she muttered after a sniff and a sob.

[xMuted 2461]

Sebastian Bishop lit up an extra cigar that day.