Captured - Drusco V Myrine War - Rp Retelling

[ChainedDragons 1374]

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Captured - Drusco V Myrine War - Rp Retelling

{Please do keep in mind this  was written for entertainment purposes and adapted from RP that took place - please do not meta the information - only those who were present know of this rp -- if there are any issues with this post you have please dm me and I will fix it. I just wanted to show the resulting cool rp that occured.}

He was in mid-conversation with a rather rude individual when suddenly Bron heard the clatter of horse hooves approaching, multiple. As he turned the young mans eyes were met with drawn swords. He was surrounded. Druscans. How did they get in- His eyes dart to the wide open gate. What fool left it open?

 

Everything had moved so quickly, the Druscan leader had no doubts in ordering Bron to be taken. Hit several times in the head the devil ended up knocked out for most of the journey to Drusco, save for the few fleeting moments he heard the other captives screaming for someone to ring the bell as they were taken...

 

Shoved down into the floor against the pillar within the main hall of Druscos' castle, Bron found himself faced to face with Roger himself. Questioned.

 

"You are a darkspawn, no?"
"He is not."
"You put a finger on Nickolai, I swear to GOD-"
"SHUT UP"
"...niet..eam Bron. Eam a warrior of Garenbrig."

Bron closed an eye as Roger gripped his helm, pulling it off with a tug. All it took was one good look at his muzzled face with his wavy horns...
 

"Strip him of his armor and burn him alive."
"DON'T YOU DARE!" 
"Bronadron is worth more alive than burned."
"Darkspawn will be killed on site, per Lexi Tiberi. Toss him there" There was a motion to the fire place behind Bron. His ears laid back against his head in fear of the roaring flame before him. Was this what his sister saw before she was burned?

Other druscans spoke up, uncertain. 

"Ea believe this darkspawn is of noble peerage in the state of Harrenites"
"Darkspawn noble?"
"Lord Roger, I suggest we hold him until imperial approval..."
"Is he noble?" Roger questioned one of the other captives.

Bron felt his heart hammering against his chest, but he held firm to keep himself calm in appearance.

"He is and he's more noble than the likes of you scum."

A small white lie... a lie that saved him. Deliberation occurred amongst Roger and his lackeys, leaving Bron alone for the moment save for him being looted and kicked. Food was eventually passed around- the others fed and tended to. But not he. Water.. he just wanted water. Not even that was granted. He was but a creature to his enemy. Not a person. Suddenly Bron found himself being shaken from his thoughts, dragged towards the roaring fire place.

"NIET LET GO OF EAM!!" Despite being bound, the devil writhed like a snake caught in an eagles talon. Doing all he could to not be taken to the hungry fire waiting for him. 
"HE IS NOT A DARKSPAWN!"
"Someone knock this goat across the head"
"Wait is that a raev?"
"Cursed children are darkspawn- fine! We will wait for an inquisitor!"

Bron is shoved back against the pillar, left to be guarded by one for a time. The other two captives were visited by a woman, having a more civil conversation whilst the devil received no attention. Much to his quiet gratefulness. The man sent to watch Bron glowered down at him only to ask after what felt like eons of silence. 
"Why haven't you killed yourself?"
 

The question struck a cord in Bron but he gave his only answer.

"....because ea do niet want damnation. Ea do niet wish to be devoured by demons."

There came the thundering of hooves outside the walls. Bron could only watch as the other captives were moved elsewhere only for him to be left alone in the room, bound near the fire. He could hear the fighting begin out side. Intently Bron listened, straining his ears to catch what was happening. At some point he managed to wriggle his way into a safer spot so if fighting spilled into the room he wouldn't be crushed. At one point he was even visited.. once by an orc.. once by a druscan woman.. two surprising comforts within the chaos he found himself in. Quiet words of encouragement, promises of safety. Then came the final push. He could hear the roars of the Numedian, the Myrine, the Black Vale. All of them who had come to get him and the others out.

"DO NIET GIVE UP! KEEP PUSHING!" He cried out, hoping his voice was heard somehow within the roar of battle.

Then came the sound of footsteps running into the room. Bron freezes, wondering if an angry druscan had come to silence him. A shadow falls over the hiding place he had managed to crawl to, his heart freezing for a moment. Upon looking up a wave of relief washed over him. It was his father. The soft silver eye falling upon him. "Son.. I've got yeh"
Bron was safe.
He was going home.

Thank you to everyone who was included in the rp and for making it a fun time. Even if it was from 1-3 am in the morning. :)
Good luck in the war everyone. Numendil is the best tho <3

Edited August 27, 2025 by ChainedDragons

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Reinhard followed the war from a distance, tentatively hoping the best. Silence. It had been, for many a year. Dropped like a weight. And when given the chance years ofconnection. With so many years to catch up on he was treated like rubbish. Given material gains like a beggar. Undermined and insulted in front of Bron. Betrayed.

 

He had set up Bron's safety up, of course. They liked to forget it, he was sure. Not that such was the point, but he certainly longed for a thank you, papej. Just one. A hug. He longed to see his son and for once understand his motives. And through that, he wished he could remind him that he was proud.

 

He did what he could as a preventative measure, for he lofted no blade here. It was his plan and his fretting and his insistence that drove finding a route, even if it had left him in miserable shreds. Even if it had put him at the brink, dancing with Death, as the boy had done time and time again. It had to be worth it. Even now, his hand walks not stilled for it was sanctuary that he offered.

 

He could only hope that now, in the most dire of times, the plan would work against the intended extremes. The ones Roran didn't believe. And he could only hope that one day Roran would pull through as more than a failure.

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He was in mid-conversation with a rather rude individual when suddenly