Hanrahan 2885 Share Posted February 2 (edited) Alfred Napier sat on a rock, looking over one of the many battle-scoured landscapes before him. It had been years of his life since he had departed the warm shores of Balian, and left his family behind. Often he had heard the blaze of artillery, the snap of gunfire, the blasting explosions of shells, and the screams of the wounded and dying. There had been laughs, and cheers, but few of those who made such merriment were with him now. The treaty itself had not reached him, but everyone had known it was coming. The day was quiet. He took a deep breath, looking out, looking over. The frontlines were not so full now, and he was part of a skeleton crew holding them - the majority of the force was elsewhere now. Yet as the hour passed, the minutes spent by, and the seconds ticked - there slowly came a noise, a faint rumble from the horizon. From the mountains to the sea, soldiers cheered in a growing wave, growing from that dull thrum, to an outstanding roar, and off again, moving down the lines. He stood after the moment passed, and looked to the sky. It was a clear day, and despite the devastation, the war had never been able to marr that great blue sky that hung overhead. He looked over to the land of Adria, removed his hat, gave a bow, turned, and began the long trip home. Edited February 2 by Hanrahan 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
sapphic_spidy 155 Share Posted February 2 DO NOT metagame this information ------ The relief that crashes through Sydney is something he has never really experienced before. Kaethul has its own share of threats and problems, as does he, but there's one less thing he has to worry for now. Naya Barakat won't be fighting, she will be safer now, he won't have to constantly worry about burying his first and only sister. Someone he feels deeply connected to. They aren't bound by blood, but that doesn't matter. It never mattered. Sydney, now Fiyem rather than Crawford, can rest easy again. Spoiler The bread he stole from the ferryman keep can no longer come back to haunt him. The letters he left encouraging dissent may never truly be tied back to him. The threatening letters will stop- there is no reason for them to continue. Finally, he won't need to hold onto that piece of paper from Grisha, worried about it barring him access into kingdoms or sullying his already complicated reputation. It's over. ----- Lesha sighs. What can be done? What can it be helped? She'll simply throw her heritage away. It doesn't matter that much, anyways. She thinks sadly of Radmir... Another dead end. There's no point in trying anymore. Spoiler "He was far too godly, anyways. The game was going stale." She really tried too. She really tried. The chase was fun, maybe she shouldn't give it up entirely. That would be unbecoming. Plus, this could be the in she was looking for- he will be needing comfort, won't he? And with the dissolving... who better to offer it? She lost the game for Yrmshik Fiyem anyways. --------- 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
VoidTermnia 265 Share Posted February 2 Somewhere, deep underground, a sleeping Musin seems to relax slightly. As if the news had finally reached them, and they could rest easy.. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry 1859 Share Posted February 2 The aged Ulfric would cross a line through a personal grudge. "Teh betrayal ov teh van Aerts an' t'eir precious Blackvale in teh War o' Wigs 'as been avenged. Praise beh... Narvak oz Urguan, Narvak oz teh Gran' Covenant." He would then close the book, laying it upon his desk. There was atleast one more grudge to strike from it, but the time he figured, was now, to direct his energies to more everlasting pursuits. Ensuring the Holy Orenian Empire stayed dead, or any Empire which attempted to mirror such that is, was one such direction. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
seannie 6860 Share Posted February 2 Having stuck the purple and white flag of the Kingdom of Aaun onto the now defeated Middelans, Tiber proudly announces, "Tandem Triumphans, my comrades! Let's see what we make of this peace now!" 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ClatterCake 262 Share Posted February 2 A piece of Mikhail cried out in rage over the end of this war; peace had at last been restored, yet the lion that had been fostered in him cried out like a storm raged across the coast. It desired to see the lands and it's people driven to extinction, for in his heart was a black stain filled with hatred for the Adrian people for all they had done. Yet it was a part of him that he had hated. Yes... it was not who he was, not at his core. Yet he could not shake the feelings that had warped his perception of his fellow Man. On the steps of the Brotherhood's barracks, the Knight finally took the moment to sit, and lowered his warhammer to his side. And for the first time since Veronica had fallen... he wept. He wept not just for her loss, but for the anger that he had held. The only thing he had hated more than these people was that he had willingly allowed himself to fall to such depths that he was willing to see them brought to destruction. Now was the time to mend his heart and to look to the future of Haense... and although he may carry that anger for the rest of his life, he would have the chance to make amends for it. That is why they fought, after all. Not for destruction. Not for revenge. "Rest now... Veronica. Ea will see to it that mea daughter shines brightly, in vyr name..." This was their peace. 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
wowj 2831 Share Posted February 2 "LECTORBLOODS and FERRYCRIPS never get along." Spoke Lector Theodore Brae, whom wondered what would happen to the diocese of Veletz/Adria. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ibn Khaldun 7729 Share Posted February 2 El Dorada seemed more exuberant than usual, Maȟpíya observed. He learned from conversations of Hyspia's participation and resulting victory. He sent a letter to Cesar II that read: "Congratulations Malik hil'Hyspiya @Wavey and to the victors part of your Mamlakaan. As I remember from the Hyspian language, you have earned el triunfo and pray for your people's continued success, safekeeping, and well-being." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
pomegrad 98 Share Posted February 2 As she heard the news, Osta couldn't help but jump for joy. Fash. She remembered the simple word uttered to her on the day of the peace conference, witnessed by many. That dark-haired woman was right, the proof was in front of Osta now. There was no need to worry, never again, hopefully. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ItsMisterPip 78 Share Posted February 2 The Lord Viktor Weiss, intently working in his office, spared a few minutes to read up on this new missive and to recollect. The war was over! . . . A bittersweet moment. Peace was something he strongly desired, thus was undoubtedly hard-fought to achieve. This grand victory aside, there was also loss. His arm, for one. Quite troublesome for the months he endured without it, but, it was replaced. The simple sensation of touch, never to be had again in that metal prosthetic attached to his flesh. Something he didn't realize he would miss... Friends and comrades. Valiant warriors who fought for this peace, now laid to rest in the war's deadly toll. GODAN, rest their souls... His mother, Veronica, lost in that cursed Battle of Westmark. Loving embraces he never took for granted, now impossible to have again. Dead before his children had a chance at remembering the voice and face of their grandmother... Yes, there was loss indeed, but the time to rejoice was now. . . . It would need to wait... He had remained strong and dutifully oriented to the task of battle for many years. There was no time to be weak, a trait a Weiss would never give room for. He could allow it, this once... Instead of cheering in the streets or celebrating in the tavern with his family, comrades, or friends, he crossed his arms on his desk, rested his head, and wept. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wavey 1446 Share Posted February 2 18 minutes ago, Ibn Khaldun said: El Dorada seemed more exuberant than usual, Maȟpíya observed. He learned from conversations of Hyspia's participation and resulting victory. He sent a letter to Cesar II that read: "Congratulations Malik hil'Hyspiya @Wavey and to the victors part of your Mamlakaan. As I remember from the Hyspian language, you have earned el triunfo and pray for your people's continued success, safekeeping, and well-being." [!] A red-tailed hawk, carrying a sealed envelope would land by the Kwee'Hayastaani camp. Upon receipt of the envelope, its contents within would read: "To the honorable Senor Maȟpíya @Ibn Khaldun, Thank you for your well wishes and words of congratulations. I pray you are doing well. Although we have met only once, our meeting has left a good impression upon my mind. I hope one day us Farfolk can reside amongst each other in harmony. Just as you pray for our people's continued prosperity, I shall pray for yours. Our people want nothing more than peace, comradery, and cooperation amongst the people of the mesa and desert. May DIOs continue to bless you and your tribe's continued success, safekeeping and prosperity for years to come. Warmest Regards, Cesar II." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlauRps 154 Share Posted February 2 The son of Demitrey Denodado, Lord Josef Denodado, read the missive of the war’s victory before giving a sigh “The war is finally over but not without one final death…” He spoke before looking over to his slain brother, Aleksandr Volkov, then started crying. The feeling of sorrow and anger filled his chest before he took a couple breathes to calm down “You would not want to see me angered by your death, Alek… I promise, I will take care of your children in our stead, no child should should be without parents..” He spoke before he closed his eyes and clasped his hands together as he spoke a quiet prayer for the future. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
beetle 2761 Share Posted February 2 59 minutes ago, carebear said: Calla von Theonus' shouts and cheers from the clinic could be heard clearly in all of Vallagne. "MARISOL! MARISOL COME QUICK! WAR IS OVER, I CAN FINALLY RETIRE!" @beetle The Hyspian blinked, "WHAT? NO- CALLA YOU CAN'T RETIRE!"Marisol started to weep. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fishy 1578 Share Posted February 2 Old and gray, broken and crippled, Ser Morgan of Angren lit a candle upon the war's conclusion. An age of strife that had long existed since he himself had only just become a man finally concluded. He hobbled through his hollow hall to place the burning wick on a windowsill, a candle lit for all those he'd known who had perished in that half-century. Stalactites of wax had overtaken the sill, thick as the icicles that had once grown from the eaves of Lemon Hill during its deep freeze. Perhaps the world might thaw with this peace, perhaps it might remain the same. There was some hope, at the very least, for a gate without a gate. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlauRps 154 Share Posted February 2 The son of Demitrey Denodado, Lord Josef Denodado, read the missive of the war’s victory before giving a sigh “The war is finally over but not without one final death…” He spoke before looking over to his slain brother, Aleksandr Volkov, his death at the hands of Orcish blades then started crying. The feeling of sorrow and anger filled his chest before he took a couple breathes to calm down “You would not want to see me angered by your death, Alek… I promise, I will take care of your children in your stead, no child should should be without parents..” He spoke before he closed his eyes and clasped his hands together as he spoke a quiet prayer for the future. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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