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[Jayphynph 279]

 

As sorrowfully announced by the House von Rhoswald on the 11th of Dragon's Roar 639 AA

 

 

“So much left unfinished…”

 

The thought echoed throughout Daniel’s mind as he lay idle on the floor behind the counter of the St. Godwinsburg Tavern. Though he tried, he could not move a muscle, his well-worn spectacles lying shattered on the ground beside him. 

 

“What of Max?” The boy, now a man, was still yet to find his footing in life, yet to discover his destiny.

“What of Brigitte?” His eldest daughter and heir, still a young woman with great responsibility thrust upon her far too soon in life. How would she do as such an important figure? Was she ready?

“What of Isla?” His second daughter, neither tested by the struggles of life, nor tried in its pleasures.

“What of Athol?” The young priestling, great ambition tempered by a relentless resolve, sometimes to his own detriment. He’d never see his son grow up, at least not properly.

“What of Micah?” For Micah, he worried the most. The poor kid was not raised right, he concluded, shaming himself in the process. How would they fare in life with no father to take care of them?

 

He heard footsteps outside the tavern. He wanted nothing more than to shout for help, yet no matter how much he instructed his body to move, his voice to sound out in the streets, nothing happened. And no one entered to find him in this sorry state.

 

“What of Kasper?” The youngest child. Would he feel as Daniel felt when his own father was taken from him? Would Kasper forget Daniel just as Daniel forgot Aaron? “No, no he’s old enough to remember me. Please, my boy, remember me…”

 

The light of the sun outside began to fade. Daniel could feel blood at his temple, perhaps he had hit his head in the fall. “No… I won’t die like this, not now.” With all the power the aging Rhoswald could muster, did he once more command his body to move, this time with more success. It seemed, for a moment, that the spell cast over him lifted, and he rose to his feet with a great struggle. Half blind from lack of glasses, mouth heavy and drooling, pain shooting up and down the left side of his body as he tried to take a step outside, to those voices echoing throughout the streets, blissfully unaware of his condition.

 

His vision became hazy again, he became dizzy again.

Another step.

Blood seeped into his eyes, he was now practically blind.

Another step.

“I will see my family again,” he thought to himself. Powered by the determination only a dying man could command.

 

“What of my wife?” The thought stopped him in his tracks. Once just a friend for a decade, she came back into his life when he needed her the most. So much struggle. Too much struggle. “My dear, we will meet again.”

 

Daniel von Rhoswald fell once more, now for the final time. Hitting his head on the bannister, everything went black in an instant. “Was this how my father felt? Bleeding out in the streets of Elizabeth? My mother, dying in my arms atop his grave? So many mistakes…”

 

By the time he was found, it was too late, much too late. Echoes of his childhood, playing with his siblings was the last thing Daniel could manage to think of before, at last, everything went quiet. 

 

“... So many people to take care of. So-”

Spoiler

The following document would be released privately within Daniel’s family, its contents to be made public at their discretion.

The following is the last will and testament of Lord Daniel Andres von Rhoswald

Mayor-Emeritus of Elizabeth and St. Godwinsburg, Master of Rolls, Gentile of Alba, Alderman of Little Furnestock

 

• To my daughter, Brigitte Mirabel, do I leave my title, and according duties and privileges. Likewise do I leave what may remain of my material wealth to her, including the house in Little Furnestock and adjoining land, charging her with upholding the virtues of our house and maintaining her siblings and mother, should the latter outlive me.

 

• To my brother Richard Alaric, do I leave stewardship of the Drunken Squire Tavern and Inn. I trust him to manage it as the property is either passed to another of my family, or reverted back to the city of St. Godwinsburg. I also pass all the inventory of the tavern, such as alcohol and food to him as intermediary, while proper negotiations take place regarding the tavern’s future.

 

• To my wife, Brianna, I leave my personal affects, which only she may deal with accordingly, knowing their history and importance. 

 

As regards funerary rights:

• I wish for my Golem prosthetic to be removed from my person and destroyed before burial, that after three and a half decades together, I may finally be removed from the construct. While perhaps sentimental, I wish to be buried wholly human.
• I wish to be buried according to the custom of my house, to be guided by my brother, Richard Alaric and sister in all but blood, Lilia de Senna.

S I G N E D,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Kabaffahp 566]

Kasper slipped into the tavern through the window behind the bar, a habit of his from when he was younger. The tavern was silent, the space lacking its usual warmth. The fire was barely there, care for it forgotten at the time, just embers warming on the logs.

 

He couldn't be in the house anymore, his mother's screams, his siblings' cries, it was too much. He couldn't take it. When he first heard, he refused to believe it, screams ripped from his throat calling them a liar. And then everything felt wrong, it felt like he was watching his family's destruction from outside his own body. His mother eventually was guided upstairs to her room by Brigitte, but the cries never stopped, and Kasper pushed out the downstairs door like he was fleeing from fire.

 

He now stood behind the bar. A stool was tipped over, lying on its side, and he carefully picked it up, setting it back down correctly when he heard a crunch. He looked down, seeing the leg of the stool sitting in a small pile of already broken glass, and swept further away were his father's glasses. He grabbed the gold frames carefully, his hand shaking as he did so. When his thumb swept over the carved initials, his vision blurred, tears welling in his eyes as he clutched the frames to his chest. A sob ripped from the child's body as he fell to the ground behind the counter, sobbing until he fell asleep from exhaustion.

 

[minarichankun 206]

Micah sat quietly next to a tree, the cold expression on their face unchanging as they grasped a dead rabbit in their hand. Micah wasn't sure how to feel nor what to do they felt numb and tears started to well up in their eyes.

 

 

Micah stood up and slammed the dead rabbit into the tree before dropping it and walking off back towards the house, they'd have to figure out what they were going to do now they felt so numb and uncertain as they mumbled.

 

"I miss you papa. . ."

 

Micah slammed the door to the house behind them before running to their room, flopping into bed, and letting sleep take them. Micah would figure things out later, not now.
 

[ketof 44]

Tonight seemed colder than usual. All that remained of his beloved brother was a strange cold feeling in his heart and an annoying weight that hung dangerously over the grieving Richard, a weight that, if dropped, would cause a wave of tears and anger. Seeking peace on a rainy evening, he entered a tavern, and to his surprise, just as he was about to reach for a drink, he noticed Kacper lying on the floor.
Richard von Rhoswald took a blanket and covered his young nephew with it, then sat down on the floor and laid Kacper's head on his lap. 

"A know yer grief youth" whispered "Ma'fathur left me too early too"  patted gentlty the boy's head "We're togetha' in t'is, we shall endure hardships o'grief"

[Cpt_Noobman 1954]

Somewhere in the depths of Kal'Baraz, Barundin pores over a stack of paper and sips at a glass of Alban whiskey. Separated by the fog of war, he is unaware of his friend's passing, yet a twinge of grief overcomes him all the same.

[ErosTea 1084]

Athol did weep at his father's side, unmoving from the bed that was once of warmth which now lay cold to the touch.

 

And so that night he prayed... and prayed... and prayed... and prayed... and prayed...

[Jadeforever 73]

Brianna never did leave her husband's side no matter how annoyed he be, but the sneaky man slipped out of her grasp one day and before it was to late she ran to the only other place she could think about, when she arrived she fell to her knees and cried, not once did she scream she just sat there "Mi amor how can I do this"  It took either her children or Savannah or even Richard to pry her from the room, the grief stricken woman hugging anyone that would accept it. She had no time to read the will in her state, how can she do this now? She will need her family more then ever, she never lost anyone before other then her own parents but she never remembered them.

Edited February 3 by Jadeforever

[Fawnytheturtle 865]

As the news was carried Savannah would hug Brianna and helped Brigitte remove her from the room, the woman did only glance back a moment to mumble "I will do my best to be there for them" once she was sitting down and comforting her sister in law her own memories started to flood her mind, So many people have left her first was Raenisa then Elmera, then Aederic and Redgar so much loss. A few tears streaming down her face. 

 

"Tell Raenisa, Elmera, Aderic and Redgar hello for me" she seemed to only say that to herself in her own mind, just sitting there and comforting her family

 

Spoiler

Sorry if I misspelled any names, but I hope we meet each other again

 

[Beenchen 21]

Brigitte was already getting ready for this.
It hadn't been much of a surprise that her father died, yet an indescribable amount of grief went through her, as she heard of the news and briefly saw her father in that... numb state.

Nonetheless, she HAD to stay strong. 

As she went to a pond near Alba, she sat there. Talking to Daniel.
"You'll watch my every step..." she repeated from a conversation they had a Saint's week, before Daniel died.

As she looked up, the rain started pouring down, as well as onto her book.
"I will be strong for you" - are the words she has written down before going back to her now cold home, in the rain.

 

"Every. Step."

Her head began pounding.

[acronius_ 199]

Ariadna Secada Pachakutiq remained by her lonesome in a foreign home that had begun to feel like her own over the last few months. There, she had been first cleansed, then imprisoned, and now, she felt the sun on her face once more and deemed that life was better now. She would have to hold her head high and face the retribution owed to the wrongdoings behind her, and the perils before her. 

 

She had no way of knowing. She had severed her ties to the extended family, and apart from her youth bathed in its golden glow, her and Daniel—Danny—had grown distant. Still, a piece of her heart was dedicated to him as the progenitor of her rebirth as a fine young woman, and the guiding light to point her in the proper direction through adolescence's fog. When she was delivered the monthly newspaper by her once-captors, now healers, weeks after his death, she could not bear the news. She had collapsed into sobbing delirium, forgetting all that she was until the sun had fallen behind the horizon once more, and she had run out of tears to give.

 

She would never forget Daniel. 

[musicalgirl4life 30]

When Maria heard the news she sit with her mother and aunt and be there to comfort them. She had alot on her own plate but that didn't matter right now, grief hit the whole family and it was a first for her side. She didn't utter to many words just hugs.

Edited February 4 by musicalgirl4life

[GaggedBrain 55]

Somber silence fell onto the Rhoswald manor with only distant weeping echoing from every corner. Even the restless pet foxes were devoid of their usual playfulness. For the first time in months, the sickness that had confined Lilia to her bed could not hold her down as she descended into the dining room in search of Richard (@ketof).

 

“…We need brass for Daniel’s cruthstahl.”

 

Every word of what little she managed to utter weighed with the paralyzing grief of the loss of her older brother, akin to the pain of lacerating the heart itself.

 

[PotatoFan117 393]

Uncle Hick sat in his home, quietly thinking as his rage slowly boiled ". . .. another friend passes on while i still suffer with the living. . . . .its not fair. ... . it aint fair. . . ." the elder than walked towards his balcony and leaned on it ". . .I hope you atleast have some peace now friend " He watched the birds flew around and smiled, missing his dear friend.

[Andro2OO8 20]

László of White-River was sitting on the Rhoswald home roof, he had, just a minute ago, learnt of his brother's passing. 

 

It was hard for him to think straight, what was there to think about really?.. A lot. When we lose someone, we go back through the pages and read their part of the story again.

 

"Daniel had a big part, didn't he?" László answered his narrator. Yes, Daniel had a very big part. "Well, he was my brother.. He'll always be my borther, he'll always be there with me, even if he's gone", he remarked. Say Laz, what was your last conversation with him? How'd it go? "Oh you gotta torture me don't you", he asked his... narrator? Self-consiousness? Mind? Probably a mix of those. 

 

László hesitated to answer but he did "I lied straight to his face" the man confessed. Great brother you are, eh? To that he didn't give an answer.

 

He looked up "I am sorry" the most silent and saddest little 'sorry' was heard, if you didn't know it was a grown man saying it (debatable) you'd think a 3-year-old kid was muttering those words. Maybe it was.