[PK POST] THE BURNING PASSION

[Mykei 385]

 

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It was a sunny day in the realm of the Argent Sun. A Holy Knight, named August Jazloviecki-Buckfort was sitting in his old armchair that remembers the golden era of Savoy, while smoking his cigar. The sun was shining on his old, hairy face and the man simply smiled at the distant star. He was old, he sensed that his end would come sooner or later. He puffed his cigar one more time before extinguishing it and standing up “It’s time” he thought to himself before walking back inside the old Triglav Keep. The man put his sword on the clothed table and prayed for a moment. Once he was sure of his intentions he went down to the cellar and took out a barrel of Uruk Guzzoline. “I once cheated death, it’s due time to embrace it” he said to himself before walking out with the said barrel and putting it on his horse. It took several days for the Knight to reach the heartlands that have been like a second home for him ever since his beloved Savoy fell. There was one thought in his head - Dumapalooza. So as he did exactly what he has planned - August approached the gate, and greeted his nephew Aleksander Wilhelm with a smile, as none of his relatives knew of his intentions. He went in carrying the barrel in his bag,after that the Old Knight went for a peaceful walk toward the building, while entering he moved through the crowd to find himself standing near the fireplace that was close to the podium where the candidates for a new Duke of Adria were standing. He hesitated a bit, but after a short prayer he glanced at the gathered Adrians and opened the barrel. The smell was quite distinct, though due to the crowd it didn’t spread quickly. August raised his arms and poured all the content of the barrel over himself. He was certain that his decision was righteous and thus this action will be the best and only possible way to purify his soul. Moments later the elderly man reached into the fireplace and immediately caught on fire. The crowd turned their heads towards the Knight but it was too late. Holy Knight screamed his last words as his body stood in flames…

 

 

His goal was simple - hit the representatives of House von Draco, enemies of his relatives and of his own. Then the most unexpected of all possible things happened - a poor recruit stepped in to stop the burning Knight. He could not stop therefore he rushed into the boy, causing burn damage to his clothes and skin. He did not succeed, but he tried. His duty was fulfilled and his soul cleansed. The last Argent Legionnaire, last living Savoyard and last Jazloviecki Holy Knight dropped dead as his body burned in agony. August Mikołaj Jazloviecki-Buckfort lived 109 years, now he departed on his last journey, to find eternal peace and finally reconnect with his lost friends and family.

 

[Olox_ 4318]

Venerable Borys Jazloviecki rubs his eyes as August approaches the gates of the Seven Skies "I have waited far too long Augie, but it was worth it. You fulfilled your duty and my legacy is secured. Thank you old friend..." The old Lord Commander said with tears in his eyes as the two walked in to join the other dead Savoyards

 

Jan Jazloviecki couldn't believe the sad news that came from Adria and a single tear ran down his cheek "You are now with grandpa, rest peacefully." He signed the Lorraine and went to pray

 

 

[ibiou 2397]

A blonde in the west caught wind of the news one eve. A dear uncle not by blood but marriage so long ago, had finally came to rest in true, August fashion. She couldn't think of another way he could of died. Perhaps it was the Jazloviecki way to be caught in flames, remembered she. 

[marikandaperc 1817]

Melinda the Squire could not believe her adopted and disowned grandpa had finally died. Despite being mad at the old knight, she could not hold back tears. He was gone forever, and she could not apologize for the heated discussion they had. "Thank you for being the grandfather I never had..." she muttered moments before dipping her head into her pillow and falling asleep.

[RedeemedAidan 1125]

Aldrych weeps upon catching word of the death of August within Vortice, "Farewell August. . Farwell," The Gendik then questions to himself, "The darkness only seems to grow, when shall the light break forth once more?" 

[Traveller 2718]

A lone Jazloviecki from an age long past squirms, watching the events from afar on shaky knee. A huff escapes him and a few tears coat his cheek. "Be well, Uncle."

 

Sebastian Velho would raise a drink atop the heavenly gates which he manned in the Seven Skies, as Borys and, finally, August entered the grand hall!

[ratlordmagic 1484]

Waclaw Jazloviecki lit a candle for the old man, holding back tears. The youth clenched his fist, determined to make it so the old warhorse did not die in vain.

 

Elsewhere in Almaris, an Oyashiman getting on in years in his own right closed his eyes, and gave a sad nod. “Aye, that’s the way they old bastard should’ve gone. Rotting in a bed was never his style. I’ll see him again before too long.” He then let loose with a coughing fit, barely contained by a handkerchief that was dotted with blood when pulled away.

[Ramon 5186]

Tylos II smiled as, at long last, his second favorite cousin (next to Borys) made it to the Seven Skies. 

"A very August way to go, at one hundred and nine years of age and on your own terms. Come along now, many of your old friends and relatives are dying to see you."

[PecenyRohlik 421]

Wiktor Jazloviecki lit a candle for the soul of the departed August. "It was quite obvious your... end will be spectacular, but you have truly subverted all expectations, uncle" After the candle started burning, Wiktor retrieved a certain sabre- a blade August used for a good part of his life, which has been gifted to Wiktor by the Holy Sir some time ago. "I will make sure your legacy remains unshattered"

In the Seven Skies, Jindrich Jazloviecki welcomed his cousin with open arms. "Would you look at that!" He exclaimed. "One time you had me thinking you are going to stay down there forever. But now come, join us, Savoy awaits" 

[Harald 2875]

Olivier de Savoie would finally hear of the passing of Sir August, the young man sitting at the stairs of the ruins of Savoy for a few moments holding a box of old cigars he had stolen from August in his childhood during one of their many talks.. A figure he had seen as a mentor was gone, a man he was hoping to rely on for years to come.. yet it was far to late now.. There was nothing more for him to do then to mutter a prayer before returning to the room within the runins he had layed claim to for himself. lighting one of the cigars as he'd think back on the found memories they had shared.