THE VICE CHANCELLOR'S WATERY GRAVE [PK]

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THE DEATH OF VINCENZO P. VAROCHE

 

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The Johannian Confluence, the body of water to the north of Alba, was a popular spot for the aging Varoche. This was often the place where he caught oysters ever since the great exodus from the lands east of the Langkette mountain range. Shadows from the mountains’ peaks drifted down towards his rowboat like outstretched claws. It was a foreboding sign for the amateur fisherman, but he was able to shake the feeling away with the thought of isolation. Isolation was a peaceful thing for the introverted Varoche. The busy-life of the city wasn’t something he was quite ever accustomed to. Instead, he grew up within the countryside of Napoliza and Adruzzo. This Confluence brought imaginations of nostalgia to him, reminders of times long past. These waters also often brought an opportunity for him to rest his mind from the issues of the world. 

 

With his fisherman’s best, he would begin rowing out towards the center of the waters. He chose to be alone each trip he took. The nonsensical prattle of a relative or servant was not a joyful noise on these trips. He of course learned that the hard way when he brought his youngest, Montelliano cousin on board. That was a regret he may never recover from. This dingy raft swayed back and forth as the waves tossed him about. A foreboding feeling returned to the pit of his stomach, and he would reach down for his prized bottle of Varoche Red. It was the only alcoholic drink he’d partake in, and it was something he kept hidden from the world. With a swig & gulp he’d muster the courage to continue rowing out towards his fishing spot.  

 

Upon his arrival to his prized location he’d stumble up to his feet. The waters were often finicky, like a child throwing a tantrum. It would be a thrill for any fisherman. It kept Vincenzo from maintaining a proper, safe position within the boat. Furthermore, it wouldn’t be the first time he fell overboard, and even when he did it hadn’t been fatal thus far. A man can only be lucky so many times. With a sudden burst of wind, his boat tipped just far enough to toss him into the waters. 

 

A gasp for air was what he sought as he thrashed his way up towards the surface. After each paddle he outstretched his hands as he attempted to grasp along the slick siding of the boat. This time would be different from the previous accidents. Something brushed against the lower half of his body. At first he believed it to be his imagination set in by the adrenalin of the moment; however, as he reached out once more he felt a hard push against his gut. In a moment’s notice a sharp pain shot through his right leg and up his torso. He glanced down, but all he could see was the dark form of a creature before it began to thrash violently. Vincenzo would be pulled underneath the waters and into this creature’s domain. In a panic, he reached for a knife on his side, but it seemed he had forgotten it in the boat. This would be a fatal mistake on his part as his attempts to throw his fists at the beast failed to stop it. Blood began to mix with the waters that surrounded them both, and in that desperate moment he would notice the dark skin of a shark.

 

The fight didn’t last long. The Varoche had survived into his forties and lived a quiet life. There wasn’t much of a fight left in him. A servant of Castrogiovanni wandered down towards the coast of the Johannian Confluence. His lord’s vessel, that dingy raft, managed to float its way onto the sandy beach just down the hill from the keep. It was there that Vincenzo’s half-mangled corpse would be found.    

 

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OOC:

I’d first like to say thank you to those that stuck around in Varoche during this transition. It was fun, but I believe it’s my time to step back and let someone else manage things. I’d like to also thank @PufferfishTrash and @EmiliainWonderland for allowing me to play this character. I wish to thank @Phoebe202 for sticking around despite the less-than-wonderful outlook. I also extend my gratitude to @hemomancy for all the work she’s done behind the scenes. I look forward to seeing where Varoche goes from here on.

 

[Phoebe202 1057]

Fiorenza wept for her dear fratellino long into the night, and for many following... 

[Plausifraunz 361]

The young Maria sobbed for she would never know her father truly. 

[Kholibrii 1211]

Luciana Marie knelt before the altar in the Abbey of St. Catherine, offering a short prayer for the deceased Baron of Placentia and his family. "LORD, may you guide the House of Varchoe through these troubled times. Grant them the strength to endure this loss and rise up to execute your will." Before departing the Abbey, she would move to light a candle for the future of House Varcohe.

[FireAGN 1207]

Wilhelmina Emma, too, wept for another grandson who was gone too soon, before her.

[Olox_ 4318]

Friedrich of Merryweather rubbed his temple as the news of Vincenzo's death reached him "You are with Gott now. I will remain forever grateful for your help when my beloved Mutter passed away. Ruhe w Frieden." The Prince-Elector said as sorrow swept over him