[PK] An Explosive End

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FOREWORD/INTRODUCTION 

 

On this day, tragedy has befallen the County of Stirland. It was a peaceful noon when Simon Peter Rovare, the eldest son of Adonis Amyas Rovare, recently appointed Count, came rushing back to the boats with fear in his voice and tears in his eyes. In an alchemy accident, the boy bore witness to his father’s unfortunate death and reported it immediately. 

 

 

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1. The Will

 

My Darling Wife, Konstanze, will receive items of personal value. I apologize I left you, but may my family continue to grant you the warmth I promised you so many years ago.

 

My Youngest Brother, Godfrey, will receive my titles and position as Count of Stirland. I pray you lead the charge far stronger than myself and our father. You and your wonderful wife, Eleanora, may also have my collection of alcohol.

 

My Eldest Son, Simon, will receive my favored blade, which has served me well for years through war. May it protect you, and remind you that your life is now yours.

 

My Youngest Son, Giovanni, will receive my second favored blade, a trophy that has sat on a shelf for many years. I won it in a jousting tournament, much to my own surprise to this day. May it protect you, and serve you well.

 

My Only Daughter, Margery, will also receive items of personal value, ones I hope are interesting to you. I pray you will live a happy life surrounded by the people you choose. 

 

My Closest Friend, Ser Aviel the Flamehound, will receive the spoils of war that I inherited—a single dulled blade, looted from one of the Goldenvine forces that attacked Alba back in Aevos. You will also receive a crate of mangoes. May you and Selyne get sick of mangoes after eating so many.

 

My Only Sister, Lucrezia, I am thankful for everything you have done for me. Through thick and thin, through the best and worst times, you were someone I could always count on. You led me through life when nobody else was there for me. I felt, sometimes, that you were the only one to understand me. I leave you, in true brotherly fashion, that one cursed doll created by housemagic that you got for me to help with medicine, for I know you despise them. It can be friends with the furby.

 

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Simon Peter Rovare sat with his knees close to his chest shakingly in a deep sweat and pale-skinned, having witnessed such a brutal and gruesome demise at such a young age. One moment his father was discussing the process and many other things to him; the next, Adonis had experienced the full brunt of a freak accident with a punch equivalent of three potions.

Soon Bluecloaks would come to collect the boy and the remains of his father. For some time, Simon would prefer to stay quiet and keep to himself. Eventually, his inheritance would be brought to him, an elegant blade that had seen battle and more that showed on its surface. As he looked into the flat of the blade and saw his reflection, the words of the young Rovare's father would echo in his head, 'Your life is now yours.' What that meant in the moment fell on deaf ears, but perhaps he will learn that meaning when he's meant to. . .
 

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Ser Aviel "The Flamehound" Helfgott would be chased down by a courier while wandering through a city during another one of his adventures, it took reading such a missive two. . . three. . . four times before the emotions set it. A river of tears would flood from his right eye as he had truly lost a close friend and a brother-in-arms.

The Knight would thus find a place to lay back in the grass and look towards the Skies. Another read of the will after he calmed down would bring a soft chuckle and weak smile to him. "Ye jus' 'ad t' bring the mangoes up, huh, Adonis? Ye *******." The Helfgott murmured to the winds with jest. "Guess I'll jus' 'ave t' plant some mangoes t' get ye back." He hummed as he thought of that plan with a real, mischievous grin.

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Lorena sat, forcing ink upon paper. Last she saw her, they were but young debutants in Aevos. A specific memory found her, one where she threatened Adonis, do not break her heart. How is she to be angry with a dead man? But still, there he goes, breaking her heart.

A wall of unsaid words found the letter, regrets, wishes, comfort. But in the end, perhaps it was responsibility to her family that caused the Sennai to crumple that unsent letter, and toss it to the corner of the room. She wept for her friend. She wept for her.

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Heilwig, upon hearing the news, sought out her dearest Keen sister, Konstanze.

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Eleonora held the letter in her hand as she read it slowly, murmuring key words - mostly the ones involving her "Another soul taken too soon. Think of the children..." she would pour herself a glass of wine "So faith had it, I'm a Countess-Consort... grandfather must be proud, quite proud."

Taking a sip of the wine she would stand up and leave to find her husband Godfrey to discuss their future as new Count and Countess of Stirland.

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There was a moment, about a decade ago, in Konstanze's apartment in the alleys of Grense. She and Adonis had been out for most of the day, giggling in taverns, shopping. After the two returned, Konstanze made some sort of soup - tomato, perhaps - and slid against her wood table, her eyes droopy. She rambled on and on about a book she was reading - the name of which had escaped her after she lost it - while Adonis sat there, the night purpling around him. It was such a profound moment for Konstanze, almost spiritual, in a way. Perhaps holy was a better word to describe it.

 

Rain spat from the sky, almost in an offensive manner - as if it were thousands of arrows sent from God to punish her. They pierced her skin, in a sense - though her skin did not produce any globs of ruby. A reminder, indeed - but what a malicious way to remind her. Konstanze ran her fingers through the golden locks of her only daughter, Margery, while her two sons stood next to her, eyes downcast onto that mocking grave. It taunted her.