A Terrible Day to Die [PK]

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A Terrible Day to Die

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The sun shone through the window of Dean’s bedroom, waking him up much as it had done everyday of his retirement. From the window he could see clear blue skies, and feel the slight breeze of a nice warm day just beyond the walls of his home.

It was a good day

His joints creaked as he arose and went about his daily tasks, cleaning, cooking, and making sure his space was tidy before he left. He milled around some, drinking in the sunlight and the sounds of the city, nodding to those he knew before leaving the now open gates of the White City.

 

A short walk brought him to his regular hunting grounds, far out in the wilds unclaimed by any Lords or bureaucrats that would badger him for “poaching” or some other silly law. Despite the warm weather and good conditions it seemed like none of the beasts decided to graze in the open, and determined to not waste such a good day the man wandered back to Númendil.

 

Upon his return to the city his gaze settled on something he had not seen in a long time. A living statue, a Paleknight taller than any mortal. It looked to him, and then to the city. It spoke words that the man didn’t understand in his confusion, and despite the warmth of the sun the man felt a chill.

 

He weakly drew his sabre. Out of practice and a little round around the waist from his years of relaxation the sword did not come up fast enough, nor strong enough though somewhere in his mind he doubted it would’ve ever been enough to stop the stone hands from grasping him. The statue lifted him and when he went up Dean could not see the thing grabbing him. He could not see the White City. He could not see the faces of the men he had killed, nor of his closest friends. He did not see the face of Anne, his father, his brothers-in-arms.

He saw the blue sky

The shining sun

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky

And on the way down he felt that cool breeze

It was a beautiful day

And that’s what made it such a terrible day to die

Those were his last thoughts before he hit the ground. If it wasn’t the impact that knocked him unconscious it was the shock of his bones breaking. Dean would die slung over the shoulder of the Pale Lord as it carried his limp and broken body to whatever hole it had crawled out of. The only ones that knew he was dead were the ones that had witnessed it, until his body was dumped outside the gates of Numenost.

 

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Those who know ^^^

 

OOC:
 

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Thank GOD that guy's dead amirite?
In all seriousness Dean was a persona I had no idea I wanted to do with nearly the entire time I played him. He was an idiot, a country bumpkin, greedy, hated his job, met up with some evil ppl on a couple occasions, fought in that crusade, got oathed and given the worst name ever, tried to find a wife, and then retired. I really have no idea what I was doing with this guy but a few people really made the random nonsense I did on Dean feel less random and more like I was a part of their story. Obviously if you have a special moment with Dean you're more likely to remember it than I am but the two people that made my experience the most entertaining were @LaoTzu for the general chumpfuckery we got up to as Authadan and Dean and the 1000 sided die and @confusedjesterfor making it worthwhile to log back onto Dean every now and again and for managing to bring me out of some serious meme rp with actually good rp

 

[confusedjester 812]

"Oh, surely, ja, I shall go out to dinner with you.." Mused Anneliese, upon their second, or perhaps third, greeting. 

Dean had been utterly relentless in his pursue- yet Anne reaped the depression still, of Marius.

 

However, did she feel quite charmed at Dean's perseverance- she found him odd, but funny. Silly, something attractive, however she merely waved him off.

It wasnt until she vowed that she would help this poor, lonely soul find a woman, that she began to like him herself...

 

He understood her, and she him.

 

Anneliese feared marriage- that commitment- and alas, Dean understood.

 

They loved each other, truly. It was comforting to know- a reassurance, that Anne was still worthy of it.

 

Worthy of love.

 

He made her feel seen- important-

 

And when she was with him- it was like nothing else in the world mattered, except for them, in that moment.

 

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Anne wept, horrible, anguished sobs, amidst her chambers- mourning him, and what could've been. The trips they were to take. The things they wished to see.

 

It seems they would never get to have that picnic.

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LOVED THIS ANNE + DEAN ARC!!!