Where Loyalty Leads (PK)

[Turtleofthewoods 106]

 

He had come only to meet a friend. That was all.
But that was when they seized him.

Larkin was the one to bind him—wrapping ferrum around the wrists of the old crusader, the old father, before dragging him through the streets and into the Imperial Palace. There, beneath marble columns and armed escorts, they spoke the charge:

Treason.
Treason against the Empire for the oaths he had given to Stirland.

There was no trial. No chance to plead. Only the long march to the block.

They forced the old man to his knees, pressing his neck toward the block as murmurs rippled through the crowd. Age weighed on him heavily, but dignity kept his spine straight. He knew the truth: they did this not for justice, but for their own vision of order—one that had no room for loyalty given elsewhere.

When they demanded his final words, he drew in a slow, steady breath.

“Let it be known I do not die in shame.
I have done no wrong, despite what they say.
I only regret that I could not see my son or daughter… at least one last time.”

A labored sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes.

The moment the last word left his lips, the guillotine fell.

In that fraction of a heartbeat before steel met flesh, Turtwin saw the totality of his life blaze before him
His years in the Crusaders, fighting so that the Empire, and other nations and there people could remain safe.
His brothers-in-arms—Sigismund, Demos, Trey, Great Man.
His son, Mikhail: the first moment he saw him… and the last.
The day he rode with the Empire’s cavalry into the jaws of the mountain, nearly dying for the cause he believed in.
The countless times he brought hope to the hopeless, playing and singing with his worn lute.
And lastly—Onion, the girl he considered his daughter in all but blood.

He felt no remorse.
No bitterness.
Only acceptance.

Turtwin Oakenstahl had lived a full life—a life worthy of remembrance.

 

(ooc)

more than a whole irl year playing turtwin, many events and many friends, thank you all for letting turtwin be a part of your life, both rp and irl.

thank you all

 

[Zqppy 918]

Earoslav could be seen cheering on at the execution. All his malice toward Turtwin was more rightfully adjusted toward his lord. Yet just, because he clapped and shouted at the Guillotine, he could not help but think of the times past when he first refuged the lad in Caerfran and was introduced to him as a smallfolk by his adoptive son THORin. Truly, a Raven had passed, even if his new master was opposed to the Ravenstates.

[Digit___ 1224]

Something stirred within a young companion of Turtwin, Ser Aviel Helfgott, and urged him to look north from where he resided. What this feeling was, was a mystery; yet it held a similar sting in his heart to something that had only happened just a few years earlier.

[Midnight_Runner1 48]

A long dead friend relates to the recently deceased, as he suffered the same fate along time ago

[Coronate 5519]

 

Spoiler

ofc course pegleg bob kills based turtwin of the woods

 

@Pegleg_Bobur demoted to normal guard; yes this is metaplay

 

[Hungy 66]

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Learza's breath breaks into sobs. Harsh, shaking cries that echo off the marble walls that make her home.
She sinks to her knees amidst the ruin she's made of her otherwise tidy study.

Her oldest, most dear friend is gone. Executed by the same Empire she already cursed.

Atop that, the ache of her new Connection surges. Sparring against her usual calm.

All she can do is scream to the stars. Grief, fury and helplessness spilling out in a single trembling cry.

This was going to be a long year. . .

[Plausifraunz 361]

They were vows she had long forgotten. On an isle now deemed destroyed and ruined. In a kingdom whose titles did not exsist anymore. She had become her own woman in that time. To love a man who many aclaimed beneth her. With children to call her own in a rare marriage of love. The crusaders were only but a small fraction of her history, yet they had garnered many memories for her if only so little. Arya wonders, if only for a moment, how the crusaders are doing. What had they been up too long since the split? She would only find out through word of mouth, through missive. Another name, lost to death.

 

"GOD help us." She muttered under her breath. "GOD help us all. May you walk amongst the seven skies and may your legacy outlast us all." A plead to her lorraine as she signed it over her chest, praying in her home.

[PotatoFan117 393]

An elder sat in his home after he learned of his friends death, silently yet slowly and steadily turning red in anger. As his pigeon friends observe him, he stood up.

"gggggggrAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" The elder in a fit of rage started breaking stuff and throwing around objects "CURSE THEM! CURSE THEM ALL!" after a while he finally calmed down. ". . . . why. . .. . why. .. . . why. . .." Now, the anger was replaced with sadness as the elder kneeled down crying, repeating the word over and over and over . . .

Edited November 29, 2025 by PotatoFan117

[Turtleofthewoods 106]

turtwin right now (credits to hungy)

 

[Frisket 4538]

“Sorry turtwin… things just happen…”

 

said Elis from her home in the empire

 

 

[Onion 246]

Onion, having retrieved his body from the empire...places him in her basement floor wrapped with cloth. She kneels next to his body - tears rolling down her eyes -

"He's really gone...You had so many more stories to tell me Turtwin-nim, Appa(dad)...."

She remembers him using bardmancy to make a one-man band and playing his heart out. She smiles thinking of that memory. 

"You were quite the talented man." 

She caressed his shoulder.  

"Turtwin, I'm going to miss you, and i promise you I will hold true to what you believed in - WHAT WE BELIEVE IN "

She rested her head on his chest

"I love you, dad"

 

Turtwin and Onion enjoying the view of Adria after her second lute lesson

Edited November 29, 2025 by Onion

[mielofficial 489]

𝓡uby smoothed out the aging envelope that had gathered many creases as time went on: His mother's last sentiments to the man- a letter he'd vowed on her deathbed to deliver. 

 

A letter that he'd be carrying for the rest of his life, its recipient never to be found.

 

A silent apology to them both as time drifted aimlessly forward.

[Zemzy_Oakheart 347]

Somewhere along the Southern Shores, would a pitbull perk up from outside the many burrows with Sonia & begin to howl to the moon, sensing something along the wind to bring it a moment of sadness. Despite the halfling child not knowing what had happened, she couldn't help but listen to her companion that sat beside her every waking moment & would offer to hug the pupper with her one arm. It wasn't much, but somewhere out there, there was hope to keep Turtwin's memory living on in good spirits.