[PK] The Final Wisp

[oryP 1068]

THE FINAL WILL AND TESTAMENT

OF DEMETRIUS

 

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“By Bones and Barrows.”
Per Ossa et in Barcis

 

Issued by the Duchy of Reutov

17th of the Grand Harvest, 117 B.A

 

 

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Encased in a tomb of malflame, his stomach met with the sharp end of an enemy's blade. His innards spilled out as his skin charred from the fires cast by Tezellion’uth. Battered and beaten to his own end, even after a second chance, the monk perished. Only able to mutter a few words as his lost tongue was mended by the Aengul of Courage.

 

Penned by Brother Demetrius, the previous Duke of Reutov.

To my kinsmen,

If your eyes happen to fall upon this, I've met my untimely demise. Do not be mistaken that I’ve only waited for the embrace of death since Rhys’ passing, as harsh as it may be to state. This document is the enactment of my final will and testament to my direct lineage, I only hope that I shall be remembered after my passing as a good man. The accomplishments of my life seem rather pointless in the long run. I’m now only able to pass on but few artifacts and knowledge to the younger generations. 

 

The little knowledge I pass is to not focus on promotions and titles, they’re words tossed around to make you feel special. Spend the time with your loved ones so that when they’re gone you will only be left with fond memories. Though I suppose that means little, onto distributing my will.

 

To my eldest daughter, Viktoria Carosa vas Ruthern,

By now I’ve already left you with the Duchy of Reutov and all its holdings. It is time I left you the remainder of the Household artifacts that were entrusted to myself after my father, Gaius Geoffrey var Ruthern’s passing. The Mace of House Ruthern, a flanged thanhic-steel mace forged of thanhium and originating from Viktor Ivan var Ruthern, the Gishkgwena, a daemonsteel bastard sword which was gifted to Gaius Geoffrey var Ruthern, and Ruther Barrow, the loyal Sorvian Newt which was built to serve myself, my little duchess.

 

To my eldest son, Sigmar Demetrius var Ruthern,

It may seem rather plain as to one as yourself, though I leave in my passing, the entirety of my wardrobe. Do not only see what is in writing, Sigmar, read between the lines, my little king.

 

To my daughter, Odette Mariya vas Ruthern,

I part onto you the two servants of House Ruthern, Ruthern ‘Bonebreaker’ Barrow and his Viridian, along with few other companions, treasures that meaself e Rhys earned during our youth, my little miracle.
 

To my son, Jan Aleksandr var Ruthern,

I do not believe any material items will be of much use to your path within the clergy, Father, so I merely leave the care of the Chapel of the Venerable Ivan ‘The Martyr’ in your care, treat it well, my little bishop.

 

To my son, Mikhail Afansiy var Ruthern,

You’re quite a mess, my son, I met great struggles sorting through my items to find something befitting of leaving you in my absence. What other than the massive collection of books which I amassed in my youth, my little scholar.

 

To my daughter, Elizaveta Sofia vas Ruthern,

My precious daughter, you remind me so much of your grandmother. I wish to leave you what she left me after her death, the Heart of Halcourt, wear it with pride, mea little diamond.

 

To my brother, Kristoff Alexios var Ruthern,

Care for the children of Ruthern in my absence, I wish I could have raised the future generations though unfortunately my ventures will best me. You are still my baby brother, just as Rhys was.

 

To those lost, 

Y shall finally see vy all again, little Natalya, mea twin Char, Madalena, papej e mamej, Nisreen, Sybille, e mea baby borsa, Rhys. How Y have missed vy all since vy left eam.

 

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By Bones and Barrows

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My kin.

 

 

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Signed by,

Brother Demetrius, Cavalier of The Order of Saint Michael.

 

Her Royal Excellency, Dame Gwenyth ‘The Unyielding’ Callista Vilac Vuiller, Constable of The Royal Balianese Duana, Marshal of the Regiment of Saint Lothar, Lady Sentinel of The Royal Sentinels, Garrison Commander of Fort Demetrio, Cavalier of The Order of Saint Michael.

 

Spoiler

Sick

Last character on this server, there are a lot of people to thank for the duration of my time on this server who have been with me for a very long time.
For starters thanks to @Wavey & @tadabug2000 for offering me the character in the first place. As well as people who were friends of the character and siblings of course. @teeylin @Kitomine @Marshi @Wyrvun @TwistChunky @Imperium @_yink_ @Andustar @Harald @SmartScout @retro @andydreww @Satyrdays @Generic  @TheGreasyChef and (A bunch more people that I'm not pinging lmao
(( That and the guy that killed me and provided great rp to an end of my favorite character @ColonelKuehl1))

The MRA guys that I joined the server with of course as well as my long time friends @ATallTower @outcook @Aehkaj @MapleSunflower @SapphirePool @Heart_Spam @Ticklem0nster @ThatFunkyBunch @Havsbris_ and a bunch more that don't really check the forums anymore


Thanks to those who I've met and will part ways with this post and to those who will stick around even longer.
(( a ratio would make this post funny as hell ))
Cheers.

 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

Id say see ya but I'll be chatting with you after my ninja afk bathroom trip. 

[SapphirePool 1360]

Not within the seven skies, nor the depths of the void did the presence of an old friend call out to the soul of the deceased templar as it joined him in the embrace of their patron. No words could be spoken, yet still did the welcoming calls reach like an embrace as Demetrius's soul joined Ezren's within the archanguels being.

 

 

 

Spoiler

Pyro, your a very strong willed person. Despite the countless arguments over the smallest things we have had, I cant help but commend you as one of the best rp'ers I've met, and someone who stands up for their friends. You know where to find us should you need us, and we will always be here for you outside of the server.

 

[annanicole__ 2802]

Princess Augustina smiled and welcomed her grandson in the seven skies

[Me_llamo... 603]

Gregorius Roa squinted his eyes at the missive, sighing finally after having confirmed the death of his long standing friend "You shall be remembered, Demetrius" the man said with a nod of his head as he stored the missive in a separate box, detailing the adventures of him and all his friends, and how they all wilted away.

[teeylin 1688]

There would be no baby brother to greet Demetrius in the Skies. That chance was ripped away by the Crimson Witch, Irene, and as the deceased came to in whatever he imagined the afterlife to be, there would still be that same void. Someone missing. 

 

He'd get the sense that, maybe, if he waited long enough, one day Rhys would come home, too. 

[ColonelKuehl1 560]

A Warlock held a bloodied blade marching through the treacherous dreamers march he thought little of his battle, beyond believing he had another bit of fun.

 

(Id say see ya but I know we'll allways be gaming)

[Mescaffier 6197]

In some far-ish off nation, Demetrius' . . .

 

Rival? Brother-in-law? Friend? Brother in Arms? . . . 

 

John, all of those things, was watching the snow of the last blizzard flicker on by. Two hot mugs of tea steeped before him on the table, his children - not quite blood, but his children nonetheless - laughing and talking over in the parlor. How proud he was. Rowan had become a knight of the realm! And Iduna ... she'd grown so, so much as a person. An accomplishment in its own right. His reflection was gaunt but healthy, and somehow, not a spec of gray hair upon his head, thanks to the figure beside him. The man looped an arm around him as his gaze settled on his own mug of chamomile.

 

The world seemed to still for a moment. He suddenly recalled his fighting with that old Ruthern. Many times where he'd sworn he'd kill him, when he and Irene had actually plotted to, half-joking. Even now, he wasn't sure where they stood. 

 

"I need to send a letter to old Demetrius. See how he's doing ..." the man murmured, closing his eyes as he settled back into the chair.

 

"Ah? Sorry, mumbling to myself. I can do it later, he surely has the time to wait just a little more." 

[Harald 2875]

The King looked over the missive, finding himself with a slightly puzzled look. Where it stemmed from was a bit unsure, as he had spoken with his uncle just hours earlier. He sat there with the cane of Demtrius within his grasp looking out over the horizon he could but fell a tear for what had been lost.  “You won’t be forgotten Dem Dem… I promise you that..»

[Fawnytheturtle 865]

Estella would see him enter, she just sort of stood there unsure what to do, she held a girl in her arms though she slowly set her down "Go see papej" she whisper to her as the girl went toward her father

[Kitomine 902]

Princess Charlotte, the twin of the deceased man, stood before her handmaid with the missive in hand. She’d simply utter the words “Y have a twin borsa?” 

[Dainndal 54]

Damien would be in the seven skies, with welcoming arms and some wine.

"welcome my old friend."

[tadabug2000 4918]

Mariya, a woman once blind and I'll, though of health in the Seven Skies would welcome her son. A warm hug and a gentle smile, rendered only for him, as she'd greet her sweet boy.

[Turbo_Dog 3567]

Dhen Ma’al sat on its favorite Balian bench. The blazing sun beating down on its unchanging pale grey skin. It read on as it just held the missive. Moving into a state of shallow thinking it thought “And why do people pass on? Is it a longing to or some other reason for descendants to die as they do? Does it not make others displeased or is death what everyone wants?” The puzzle of life and death weighed on the mind of the immortal biological construct as it sat there for hours

[garentoft 9265]

"He will be missed," mused Enrico, from somewhere unknown (probably his bedroom).