[DEATH] BROKEN ANTLERS

[milksoda 2884]

[!] And as that body lay in those now Blessed halls an oddity occurred. Preserved were it naught for days nor weeks but years. No worms did fester nor did filth lather the inside. Upon investigation, the corpse were filled with a gilded ichor as if cleansed on its own of muck and preserved against the call of time.

[BuilderBagel 1203]

As Leon wandered the palace halls, his thoughts turned inward. “He served my father, my grandfather, and my namesake before them. His old age was expected, yet I still grieve.” The rhythmic clack of his boots on the stone floors punctuated his reflection. “Am I destined to become the next Robert, a relic of the past, a hero. I can only hope I can be as he was. He taught me so much, especially after my father’s death.” The prince recalled the alchemy lessons Robert had imparted years ago. “I should not linger in the past. Robert always looked to the future, and so must I.” The man gave a resolute nod, then headed toward the sound of his grandson’s harp, intent on focusing on his legacy as Robert had.

[Timer 1978]

[DahStalker 3692]

Dame Yvaine took a moment to herself upon hearing of the death, recalling the man during her coming-of-age trials “An honorable man. Would’ve learned a thing or two from him if I hadn’t been so brash, da?” The woman chuckled fondly, brushing back some of the hair of her son Gaiman then Gaillard. 

[ChaosDeceived 140]

Luther read the missive, informing him of his father's death. He cried, for a time. As harshly as he treated him, he still loved him. "I'll miss you, father, you big bully."

[DogWithABanana 100]

"By God, he was that old?" Estmund read the missive before sighing and signing the Lorraine cross. "Rest in peace." He sets the missive aside and sips wine from his chalice.

[AstriaS 4988]

Tar-Caraneth Aryantë prepared the spot in her throne room for the Robert memorial statue.

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[ellielove15 547]

The Devil-Knight  looked on in horror at the dying Stroheim with a pained wheeze, having lost her honor-duel with the great templar Sebastian. The ashes of the Red Mountain began swirling around the four fighters. As the light left the Reinmaren's eyes, her own silver-grey gaze grew watery with tears. A legend, now gone forever. She hoped that one day she would die so honorably. 

[DeadraSlayer 419]

Lavette, THE CAELIAN BLOOD HAVIN', chuckles " Old Bastard "

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Uncle O from Malch’s belly: “??? Where is my white son???”

[Unwillingly 18097]

"I didn't know him very well, but..." softly mutters the elven Prince Galahad. He gazes upon the looming Eldertree of Cauróst. "He had faith in my dream. I wish he could've seen it."

[Jensen02 337]

"Even as he lies dead, the malicious creatures of the world will still fear the ashes of my uncle." Sir Stanton huffed, musing to himself as he processed the news of Robert. "Uncle Robert, I deem even Exalted Owinrich knows of your valor, for such a legacy extends beyond our family. Rest in peace" 

[violet3vergarden 63]

 

Violet got word of the death, she froze in shock as she shook her head, 

“.  . .No - you jest. .” her eyes immediately swelled with tears, 

“. . .Please, tell me you jest." the woman pleaded as she looked down to a missive handed to her. She rose a hand to over her mouth, she was distraught. 

“. . . Is this why he told me I'd take over as Head Physician . . Did he know he was to die ?" she rose her hand up from her mouth to wipe her eyes. Robert was one of the last near her age, one of the last from her age circle - one of the final friends whom not were family. Since day one in Minitz she had always looked up to Robert, as a friend, as a boss, and someone she could trust. Even despite the silly comments made from when he was high, she never felt any ill feeling towards him. Matter of fact, after Roland died, she felt he was the last person she could relate to - as he himself had lost a partner, he himself a Doktor, he himself a friend. And now what she did have? She knew the friendship was likely more one-sided, but she didn't care, nonetheless.

“. . Dear Robert. .” she sighed, saying his name a final time. She had never called him Lord Stroheim, similar with many she cared for, she replaced the title with her own title, dear. The woman who was already a mess from her husband’s passing, from the extreme haunting, was now even worse.

 

[Toffee 2843]

Another rival, dead. Adalfriede sat at the base of Robert's runestone, scratching away the moss already gathering in the crevices with her fingernail. Nature reclaims all, just as history reclaims us. He had been a noble man, a dutiful man, and she could scarcely hope to serve as Lawspeaker for as long as he had. But he was dead, and Adalfriede was alive.

 

She left a sprig of heather at his runestone and did not visit again.