Solar Eclipse [PK]

[tcs_tonsils_ 3666]

 

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Gaspard Ashford de Savoie's eyes flicked to the side as the King of Man spoke. Despite having his sword in its sheath upon his side, he had no intention of drawing it. Even as the dirt and gravel crunched beneath the feet of rapidly approaching men, the Savoyard allowed his hands to be at rest. He wondered if the de Rouens had come to threaten him and his father, Theodoros... or if they had come to lure them into a more private place to skewer them there.

 

Surely, not even the Field Marshal of Burgundy would be as bold as to slay an innocent man in front of so many, including King Tiberias himself. Gaspard thought, watching as Roger de Rouen stepped behind the two. Lucien pulled out his sword whilst standing before them. Quickly, other de Rouens followed suit, crowding around the de Savoies. He watched as Lucien lifted his blade towards Theodoros, barking at him to yield- calling him Traitor. Yet it was from behind the two that a firmer voice sounded, the grit and tiredness, undeniably resilient- Roger. "You are now under arrest by the Field-Marshal of Burgundy." 

 

“For what If I may ask?” Gaspard's father asked, but no answer came to his questions.

“For what If I may ask?” He asked louder, his voice hightening over the cacophany of voices... still no answer came.

 

Gaspard was answered by their silence, yet it did not surprise him in the slightest. His orbs bounced around, studying those who were here and involved, and some whose attention had been drawn by the shouting. It was at this that he smiled and turned his gaze back to his distant relative. "We of Numendil- of Adria, who have committed no crime, are being arrested. How lovely. This shall surely be interesting." Interestingly, that too got no response from the de Rouens. "If only Louis were here… surely… this would be different. But alas. Oh brother Louis, where thou art." The Savoyard spoke again, watching now as several heads turned at the mention of Louis. 

 

"Your Words are Wind," Roger said, his own sword now drawn.

 

At last, a response, he is not a mute! Gaspard thought, a small smirk still in some fashion upon his lips. However, at the sight of others beginning to ask questions about what was happening with the group, he turned his eyes once more from Roger to Athaenis Vourkehardt. "A long-time feud, they wish to kill us because we are of de Savoie. But we are of Numendil and have done no wrong, so on what grounds do they arrest us? They have given none. I am now to die it seems, just as soon as Roger here stabs me in the gut or lobs my head off... Just as he did with my brother and attempted to do with my cousin.”

 

He watched as the group gathered... citizens, priests, knights, officials... they gathered around to see what the commotion was. Yet it was not until Gaspard was forced to his knees by the man called Lucien that they truly began to ask questions. What has this man done? Why do you do this? What right do you have? But did answers come to these questions... none at all. 

 

"Halt." A Patriarch-Cardinal said, yet no action to do so came from the de Rouens. 

 

And it was in such that Gaspard knew he was to die upon the mud. His smirk grew a little larger despite this. His voice sounded in a mocking exhale. "Witness all, as the Field Marshal stabs an innocent man over a family feud. So respectable." His words were but silence to the deaf ears of the de Rouen. And yet, he could not halt the smirk that had consumed his lips.

 

Even as the blade was held at his throat did the smile faile to yield. Even as, despite the ordering of Officials and Priests to hold off, the sword was plunged into Gaspard's neck was his smirk held. 

 

"You're Fucked Now" Gaspard called, eyes lingering upon Roger as the warm, crimson ichor squirted from his throat onto sword, ground, and cloth. The face of a de Rouen was the last thing he ever saw before the light was struck from his eyes. The young de Savoie fell limp and sank to the mud beneath him- a Savoyard Smirk still covering his lips. 

 

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Spoiler

Very short playtime. but thanks to everyone who made the char fun! @Mykei @Jihnyny @Navigator @TheCaptain

 

 

 

 

 

[Navigator 4260]

Owyn opened his arms, welcoming his cousin to the Skies.

"Got some licks into them, eh?"

[Jihnyny 5233]

"..."

Louis drew upon his new-given sword, Starfury; seeking Vengeance.

[OP bandamont 901]

"Count your days, Louis"
Arnaud whipped out his Netherite Blade, tossing it to the smith to sharpen it for future.

[ratlordmagic 1484]

“A King who cannot control the actions of his men is no true king.” Said Miroslaw Jazlowiecki, sharpening his sword. “Blood for Gaspard.”