A DRUSCAN DEATH TALE [PK]

[CalvinOP 415]

 

A DRUSCAN DEATH TALE

Lupus ferox sicut sol

 

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The Lord of Drusco was trained and had prepared for the battle, but the burden of leadership had proven overwhelming. In his darkest moments, he sought solace through the wine that filled his cup. The Savoyard drowned himself in the familiar taste hoping that he would rid himself of his fear and trepidation. For a maudlin time, his thoughts wandered back to a summer spent beneath the trees and the joyful banter that once echoed throughout his empty halls. However, those days had faded away and now his gaze fixed onto the battlements and the enemy that approached from the south.

 

Amidst the cacophony of clashing swords, firing of arrows, and booming sounds of siege weaponry. Edmond stood alone, his armor, once a beautiful set, had bore the marks of previous battles, and his sword stained with the blood of numerous foes. 

 

In the heat of the defence of his home, he found himself locked in an intense gaze with the King of the Dwarves. Time had seemed to stretch, the chaotic symphony of battle faded into the background as their weapons drew closer. The two had found an unspoken understanding that only one would emerge victorious from this dance of blades.

 

The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke, and the ground beneath their feet was uneven with the remnants of fallen comrades. The duel unfolded amidst the swirl of battle, Sigrun Stonehammer's carbarum blade clashed against the Savoyard’s blade and heavy blows from the Dwarven King had caused the lord’s blade to shatter in his hand. Edmond found himself defenseless and attempted to retreat, stumbling over the corpse of his dead guards, the ground beneath him slick with blood and mud. In an instinctive moment, he seized a nearby shield that adorned the sun of Ashford and huddled beneath it. Each strike splintered the shield piece by piece, the relentless assault tarnishing the emblem of Ashford. After enduring countless blows, the shield was left in tatters, split in two under the unrelenting force of the Dwarven King. With the shield shattered, the Savoyard gazed up at Sigrun, his final moments witnessed as the axe cleaved through the air, severing the Margrave's head in two.

 

As Drusco's defences crumbled, the once beautiful castle fell into enemy hands. The legacy of Lord Edmond, tarnished by his descent into alcohol-fuelled despair, met its tragic ends on the battlefield. The Siege of Drusco became a somber chapter in the annals of Aevos, a cautionary tale of the perils of both Veletz and the Covenant conflict.

 

A LETTER TO RICHOLD OF ROUEN,

Spoiler

 

My Dearest Richold, @subatomic

 

In the depths of contemplation, I feel compelled to share with you the weighty task that lies before me, a task that I am entrusting to your capable hands. My two legitimate children, now residing in Ulmsbottom carry the legacy of our bloodline. As I stand on the precipice of a journey whose end I cannot foresee, I find myself turning to you for support and understanding.

 

The children, now legitimized with the Rouen name, are entrusted to your care. I implore you to guide them not only in matters of safety but also in their education and aspirations. As the sun sets on my personal journey, the knowledge that you, dear brother, stand as their guardian brings me profound solace. May you, with Tancred by your side, nurture the flame within their hearts and illuminate a path for them that befits our shared lineage.

 

In facing the challenges that lie ahead, my thoughts are consumed by the hope that you and my sons will be a guiding light for our family. This final task is a testament to the love and trust I place in you, my brother, the keeper of our shared legacy. May the winds of fortune guide you, and may the bonds of family endure through the trials that life may present.

 

Yours always,

Edmond of Rouen

 

[tcs_tonsils_ 3666]

Sebastien tapped his sword against the training block. He was getting too old to fight, now… so he simply just surveyed. “Drusco falls once more…” The While Sun looked out across the landscape. Whilst he believed this battle should have happened, he could not help but feel a small pit of despair dwell within him. “Savoyards are fighting Savoyards…”

[The Tough Guy 4319]

Grand King Sigrun 'Undeadslayer' Stonehammer marches back with his dwarven legions to Urguan.

He sat down upon the Obsidian Throne and pondered upon the battle and the many men he had slain.

"Loikeh maneh othahs, 'e fought well and' wit' honour. Dungrimm sends 'is regards.

And with that did the Grand King prepare for the next battle.

[JuJuGivesUp 33]

Vivienne sat in her quaint home nestled in the heart of Winburgh. Seated in a simple chair, she gazed out over the main living area, a glass of wine in hand. Her attention was drawn to her two children at play – little ones her late husband never had the chance to know, however, children who didn't share his blood. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek, a poignant tribute to Drusco. Yet, as the tear fell, a tender smile blossomed on her lips in her own battles victory had been won.

 

Bring the glass to her lips once more, “Good riddance,” The Marchioness of Drusco whispered under her breathes.
 

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

Sir Mangus looks into a fire in a camp he and some of his fellow survivors of the siege had made in the woods, in which he used to call home before being found by a young Margrave. Looking into the fire a single tear would leave his eye as he remembers the death of that young man who gave him a chance when no one else would and on that old log he prayed to god for that margrave to find himself in the seven skies.