A Classic Adria W

[Creator_Alan 232]

 

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Sir Ethan (Irons) of Winburgh

 

Sir Ethan, bloodied and battered from confronting what felt like the entire population of Petra, sought refuge in a familiar and comforting place. The aromas, sounds, and swaying crops enveloped him, creating a sense of normalcy. The seasoned knight acknowledged his predicament, finding a certain dignity in it.

 

"Who tends to these fields?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on the lush landscape. Alberic, visibly weakened from the recent clash, approached. "A family and their farmers, I presume," he replied, devoid of any trace of resentment. Alberic pressed on, addressing the knight's seemingly indifferent outlook on life.

 

"I can only assume you came here with no intention of surviving. What makes you hold life in such low regard?" Alberic's words hung in the air. Sir Ethan lay there, defeated. What could he say?

"I do what is necessary to protect my people, just as you do now," he exhaled, his breath growing heavier. "Now, **** off." he uttered calmly. "Let me die in peace." The surviving soldiers gathered, witnessing the noble knight's life ebbing away. Memories danced through his mind—the people he encountered, the battles waged from Adria to this moment, with his fallen Greycloak and Burgundy comrades alike urging him onward.

 

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[Kaii 572]

After hours of care in the clinic, Adrian finally returned back to his house. During the late hours of the day, the man thought back on his duel with Sir Ethan. He wondered if he could've done better, if what he had lost was worth the fight. There was little option other than to duel him, Adrian thought, replaying the scene in his head. 'Atleast I prevented the death of Queen Catherine of The Petra' he finally thought before falling asleep to enjoy another night's rest.

[JustAngel69 513]

"No....No." 

 

Sir Philip remembered back to when he was a child first encountering Sir Ethan when he was but a noble boy of Petra, green and eager to see blood shed.

 

"This will not do at all, you will be avenged my friend...." 

 

The Knights voice trailed off as he marched off to find Sir Godric. 

[Phersades 1710]

Mariya Karenina van Aert mourned over the knight.

[Zaerie 3747]

"I still don't regret it," Catherine would say as Renilde stroked the wounded Queens hair while the two rested on the ground. "The hope I had for why he was here." He had come with the intent of killing her. "I can't let myself regret that optimism." She said weakly, her front dripping in her own blood. From the stab wound inflicted upon her, from the gashes across her cheek from where she had been gripped to prevent her from screaming.

 

"The last time, he came to urge for peace, this time... I cannot blame him for why he came this time."

 

(Massively fun interaction Alan, I had a great time!)

[Nectorist 12869]

Sir Johanes sits atop the bridge that leads to Windburgh, toying with a pernach that rests beside him. It was a relic from an early fight, back when he was just the Duke of Adria. Sir Ethan had been there for that, decades ago. The two had fought side-by-side for years. There weren't too many others that had, and with this war their numbers dwindled more.

[growingivy 3382]

A Sarkozic teen frowns, while not knowing the knight well, had just recently been given a ride back to Veletz on his horseback.

[moosehunter123 1081]

Bo Rostova sits upon the tavern as the missive is passed to him. A loud slam of his fist can be heard going into the table crackling of wood from under his armoured gauntlet.

 

"This can't be true..."

 

A mumble under his helmet can be heard.

 

"We shall avenge Vy... Rest easy..."

 

As he flips down his visor on his helm.

 

 

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

Sir Magnus let's out a small sigh a large frown on his fat face, he looks over to his shelf and look at an old broken bottle of cockatrice breath. Looking at the celling he would bring a bottle of rum to his mouth and say "We oost a weao one today oads, he'sth joining the west of you boysth in the stheven sthkysth, watch out fow him wioo you." 

[Sarven 2619]

Sir Yvian looked on from the seven skies, the Minitzer though at odds, extending a simple handshake to the fallen adversary, nothing more, nothing less.

[BaconAvengerII 117]

What followed would likely have made Ethan tell Chono that it was a fire-hazard.

Every day for the next year, she would light a candle at the top floor of the tower she resided in, in memory of the man she admired for his honor and humor in the face of astounding odds.

 

"He taught me how to laugh, and mean it."

[Coronate 5519]

The youngest Montalt made for the home of Sir Ethan, he respected the man with the same reverence afforded to his father, to Godric, and even Gaspard. He remembered his final words to the Knight.

 

"Go with GOD brave man of VELETZ. The SHEEP flee when they see the LION, for they know what will become of them."

 

In keeping with a promise he made to the knight, he removed from the homestead his blade and after uttering a prayer in remembrance he made to the smithy.

Edited January 14, 2024 by Sean_VEVO

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa would begin his slaughter of chickens. Soon, all will fear his improvised Bio-weapons. The mighty 'Raw-Chimkin-Fretz!' 

 

Both friend and foe, BEWARE! 

 

[christman 3529]

Kasuga's memories of Sir Ethan smelt like the hot air of Vhos Oyra and felt like its coarse desert sand. He hadn't seen the Veletzian since their ship docked into the dilapidated port of Talar'nor—or however it was spelt—and they had all parted ways, but there was a natural twinge of grief that tugged at his heart when he heard the news.

 

He told his son that night about great adventures of a brave man, who stood up for what was right, and faced beasts without second thought. To carry Ethan's story on was the least the Oyashiman could do.

 

[kuerbis 3802]

Margaret sat in quiet contemplation after the battle, her hands moving along the prayer beads of her rosary.

".. The skies gained a good one," she told herself.