A Mareno's Flame

[RedResult 573]

 

A Mareno’s Flame

(Quick Lil PK Post)

“Its your time..”

 

I can't be lost from the flame already. Not yet. Not now…

Sakis Mareno would lay surrounded by enemies of his house and of the empire. It seemed the only one left with honor would be the wounded knight

 

Around him sat a camp and fire.. Far into the woods of the Druscan lands. His hands bound and tied he would be brought here after being treated kindly with respect and with all the honors a knight should be held to.

 

“Its your time.”

Those same words would run around his head as he would be dragged off the horse. Blinded yet unafraid of what was to come, as the rags were released from his vision he would see the group of druscan nobles and bannermen. His helmet is still bound to his head, to his honor. Finally a voice would come from the group before him

 

“Finally. Tell me what do you believe of God?”

 

The Druscan’s voice ran cold and plotting as his eyes would hang low towards his belt. A dagger would soon be produced from his hip and shown towards the Mareno. his voice would not grace them with a response just yet

 

“And what of honor?” His voice still cold and brooding over the captured templar as his eyes would be met with the cold stare of the helmet. No reaction to the fate that would soon befall him  “I am bound by such a word.. By honor and god.” he would speak finally towards his capturers His voice would be calm and collected towards his now executioners he would remain kneeled down before them.

 

“It is fortunate for me then that i am not.”

 

A Dagger would be Plunged towards his head as he would begin to fall to the ground. Nothing but the wind and ground to catch him in his hour of need. Struggling to breath and speak yet his mind would run wild yet all that would remain within his head was the hope for his family. For the friends and comrades he so held close.. A Mareno’s flame. Quenched. 

 

[Nectorist 12869]

The worn and tattered banner of Myrine, which Sakis had carried into battle at Westmark, flies high above Trident’s Peak, standing as a monument to a great victory. Cassius laments that his cousin would not live to see the ensuing peace. 

[Javert 9628]

Ser Meili Altwegg, who had always tried to uphold the honor of his house during the war, could bear such an atrocity as Sakis' death no longer. Having seen the Druscans ride away with the corpse of Sakis, it was Lord Meili who had rode to the Imperial Capital with his Avistran retinue to tell Crown-Prince Hadrian of the breaking of the charter. Alas, when the dust settled and all was said and done, Meili paused to mourn the lost Mareno.

 

"You were a needless casualty, my friend. Your death has been avenged tenfold, and may my honor  and the honor of House Altwegg persist." Spoke Meili within the comforts of Castle Avian

[kuerbis 3802]

Madelief wept dearly upon hearing the news. Victory should‘ve tasted so sweet - and now its bitter in her mouth. A joy fallen to ashes, a cousin lost. She spent much time organizing Sakis Mareno‘s funeral in the coming days, to give him the sendoff a war hero deserves.

[Rig 17581]

Meracahe made plans to attend the funeral. Out of all the deaths in recent years, this one had plagued him the most, and he could not help but gaze on wistfully into the distance. Had he only been there, perhaps things would have gone differently and his teacher would still be alive. He made a solemn vow to carry on honorably and to respect Sakis' sacrifice. This loss left him feeling pained and disturbed. Not long before, his friend Haakon had died as well. The Templar moved to reach for his mentor's old lantern and then stepped for the door. Justice had for too long evaded the peoples of Braevos. The vain and cruel-hearted openly pranced in the streets sowing disorder and cowardice. Sakis' memory would be carried forth with every swing of his mace. In every repudiation of the cruelty of men and their penchant for evil.

 

"I could not be there," he said to his friend Veluc at the bar some hours later. One could not hope to ascertain how much the burly Dark Elf had to drink in that moment. No amount of swill could heal him, as far as he was concerned the booze reeked of piss, and worst still it tasted hollow and watery. "Must the Aenguls be so cruel? Ah... I suppose he has gone on to Malchaediel's realm now. His life bought peace for an entire civilization. But there shall never be another Templar like Sakis Mareno." 

The only thing that could mend his mood was the idea that somewhere out there, Sakis was looking down on him. So that he could still prove to his teacher that he was a worthwhile Templar. With that positive thought, Meracahe left Veluc in Caurost and made for his home to fetch his equipment. The roads might be a perilous place, but soon it would be made all the more perilous for brigands.

[olpx 1013]

Calias II bowed his head, the weight of the news heavy upon him.
"Sakis Mareno did not die in vain. By his blood the war shall come to an end, and with his sacrifice he shall be remembered as our martyr, our flame eternal."