[PK] Zu Den Sternen

[ToonySR 25]

Zu Den Sternen

 

Now i rest my head from such a endless dreary time,

a time of hopes and happiness that had you on my mind

those days are gone and now it seems I'll get some rest

but now and then I'll see you again and it puts my heart to the test

 

Erminhilde's Life was rocky from the beginning, all the way to the end. Those who were close to her knew she was troubled, but she rarely ever spoke of it. In her final moments, none of her troubles came to mind. Only peace. She was happy she got to die under the skies of the tribe of Theoderic and Gelimar, she worried not. Yet as she took her final breath, she couldn't help realize that she had become what she had sworn to hate all her life. She was a self-righteous, egotistical, jaded old warrior. no better than the ones she despised. Her mind took her to her first battle, that look of excitement and anticipation in her eyes had been something she lacked for a long time. Far too long.

 

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Will and Testament

I, Erminhilde von Kretzen, declare this to be my Will and Testament.

 

I leave all of my weapons to the Host Of Saint Johann, it will do better in use than rotting in storage.

 

I leave all my belongings to the rest of the tribe, let nothing go to waste.

 

 

Wer Rastet, Der Rostet,

Erminhilde von Kretzen

 

Edited April 30, 2025 by ToonySR

[ReverseNebula 373]

Penance.

That was the thing, Rudolf had so commonly blamed the woman of, a dereliction of some duties perhaps, a disdain for her motives - but he had never surmised such an untimely, unsavory end.

 

Perhaps judgement spared had been to harsh, perhaps words bore to much venom, but alas the woman lay there, a broken body and paled tone - absent of the vigor she always bore.. but now he only felt pity for how she looked.

And so he turned away, shifting back to the tavern in his own reveled silence - he'd mourn the loss, the same he'd mourned the realization of another's absence; amidst drink, and a muttered, unheard prayer.

[zuziee 4004]

From her frostbitten hut amid the biting winds of Karoslund, Philippa received word of an old friend’s passing. At once, her mind drifted to a cloudless day in Kretzen, her first of many. Her legs were still unsteady from the long, brutal voyage at sea that had brought her to that distant land. And there, beneath the stone arch of the palace gate, stood Erminhilde: gentle, reserved, and kind-eyed. That first meeting blazed through her memory like a sudden snap, and with it came tears she could not restrain. She clung to the memory with aching desperation. So many battles fought, so many lost... and yet, she felt in her bones that the worst was yet to begin.