[PK] Last Of The Cavaliers

[Sean_VEVO 1235]

𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓼

Spoiler

 

 

It was an early hour when the Knight of Midden arrived upon horseback at the delivery of his first born and only son. His wife, Sophia, having bore the brunt of an excruciating childbirth lay still moving with the babe in her arms upon a small bed at a local tavern somewhere in the south Middlands. 

 

It was true Radmir was no outlaw, in fact those who took refuge in the Exilic Kingdom still remembered him fondly despite his unforeseen political movements; still he was hunted, twice he had fought off bandits upon the road claiming to fight for the falsely purported dead at Johannesburg.

 

The man swiftly dismounted and lurched to his wife, while he was gravely saddened and even heartbroken Montalt men did not cry- he was taught such with swift beatings from his father the “Cow Count.” With his wife dying and newborn barely uttering noise he whimpered from his grizzled figure to her.

 

“You did well, my dearest love. Godan has for you a seat at his bountiful table. Me and Mickael will join you there when he deem it right.” 

 

Warmly, she smiled as he patted her head; he had entrusted the ancestral blade to his brother- when it was time his son would wield it. All the while Radmir made to give the servant girl his son to keep safe while he spoke with his wife. 

 

It was not known if Radmir was ill, but in private words with his wife he spake of the future of the family- and the continued effort to restore hope to their line.

 

Either through failing health, or upon finding out that his wife was Hyspian and therefore his son was “half-hyspian” Radmir suffered a heart attack following his wife’s departure from this earth.

 

His final words are said to be:

“Hyspian?- grahh ahhh-“

 

He was forty years of age.

 

 

Death Poem:

 

Murder, I did not

Steal, I had not even thought

Though my home remains in ash,

And my enemies strike my people with their lash.

 

Dearest GOD on high,

if not your servant, what am I?

To fight for a lost cause,

to face servants of IBLEES claws?

 

Such devotion I hold, alone, true.

For my love was not for country, glory, or honor;

It was for you.

 

[LordofCabbage 178]

"I promised to tell him the tale of how Sir Gaspard lost his eye . . ." contemplated the hedge knight sadly in a deep state of melancholy. "I will sing it to him in the Seven Skies." he then murmured to Robert, a promise must never be broken, afterall. The freerider thought. Even if death comes upon us.

Edited May 3 by LordofCabbage

[Cheese 2404]

Spoiler

It's so over

 

[Pegleg_Bob 194]

      A knight in all black armor takes a puff from a stolen cigar, a solemn look on his fat face as he looks out onto his new homeland. Talking to no one but himself, the knight says “You know my whooe oife it wasth aoway'sth the bettew peopoe who died fiwst”. Taking another long puff from his cigar, he looks down “Fiwst isth wasth Sthiw Ethan, then Lowd Edmond, I hope Sthiw Gaspawd isth sthtioo aoive. . . and now Sthiw Radmiw”. 

 

     A cold humorless laugh comes from the black knight's mouth, as tears run from his eyes. After a few moments, the knight stops laughing and the tears stop running. Taking one last puff from his cigar; letting it fall out of his mouth. The knight exhales a few times before realizing he is on the ground, a loud grunt is heard as the knight lifts himself up.

     Exhaling one last time the knight utters “You can do it Sthiw Magnus, peopoe need you to cawwy on.” blinking away a few more tears; Sir Mangus looks up at the moon and declares  “Fow Sthiw Radmiw and the west of Veoetz I wioo cawwy on the dweam. . . the dweam of” he would cut himself off.  

[Laeonathan 4116]

Upon an altar knelt Father Montfort, praying for his dead comrade's soul.

[Ryanark 2003]

For once, an old Azdrazi recalls the memories of yore from the eyes of Sir Hannibal; vividly remembering the Warrior-Poet and his uplifting songs. Truly, they were maxims to rally behind. Shame. Then, Ahnakriel carried on.

[sapphic_spidy 155]

Lesha had not spoken to him in many years.

 

She deemed him a lost cause at the time. Too pious, to patriotic. It would come as a shock if she knew he was married after all. 

 

She feels no sorrow that he is gone. But it is a shame. It really is a shame. He was fun, in his own way. He had initiative. Potential. He accomplished things. He seemed like a decent enough person.

 

Lesha has a new plaything now. 

Still.

She does wonder if Radmir ever learned how to dance.