It All Fell Down [PK]

[Kaii 572]

 

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VARRIK DAVYD COLBORN

PRINCE-EMERITUS OF SLESVIK

2018 - 2070

222 S.A. - 274 S.A.

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THE hour had grown late within Slesvik; The moon was high in the sky, with the stars burning brightly and gracing the world with their light. Remaining in his Princely chambers, Varrik stood atop his balcony, looking over the people he led, the people he defended, the homes they had built, the farms they toiled daily, and the harbor they used to set sail from time to time. A soft breeze blew through the Prince’s hair that had been neatly brushed only moments before he stepped upon the balcony. His gloved hands held onto the railings, rings and jewels adorning his fingers and wrists, gems glistened in the moonlight like mini stars. A circlet of Silver still sat upon his head, for he remained a Prince even in his retirement. His attire was one he often favored, the attire he chose to wear at his wedding, then many days after. The cloak of black and gold dragged very lightly behind him, for there was more cloth and silk than Varrik had height. The Ryfleband that his one true love, the other half of his soul, remained upon the Scyfling. 

 

CLINK...

       CLINK.. 

               CLINK.

 

Footsteps had approached from behind the regal Prince-Emeritus.

 

BEFORE the Prince Emeritus of Slesvik could realize or retaliate against the unknown intruder, he had been pushed over the railing. Both cloth and silk from his attire waved angrily as he had fallen from the balcony. The Prince had known that his time for the fall from Grace was steep, and the ground he would hit would not be gentle with him. In the moments that would be his final ones, the Prince closed his eyes, worrying for his family, what would they do without him? What would Dietrich do without him? His mind flooded them with memories of his youth, both bad and good. 

 

THE time he argued with ACELIA over adopting a Griffin. He stood beside his brother, arguing for a fair vote, for what was just and democratic in his eyes. In return, he was met with anger. It felt like hours that he had been stuck within the frozen lake, the time he almost died. The freezing water surrounded his body, siphoning its warmth.

“YOU ENTITLED CHILD!”

The way his mother had looked at him with anger or discontent, he wasn’t able to tell which, but it was certainly one of them.
 

“ACELIA! ENOUGH. KAZAN, NOW!”
 

 Another voice shouted. It was his uncle Arthur. He awoke soon with the fires in Kazan burnt brightly, bringing warmth and life back into the young Scyfling. 

 

NEXT was the time at the Gates of NUMENOST, the face of his other half was in his gaze. He looked down to see the Ryfleband that DIETRICH had taken the time to make, the giving of his heart to Varrik. No moment had brought Varrik more joy than receiving the Ryfleband from the man he had cared for.
 

“Awh.. Dietrich, it’s perfect,”
 

He recalled saying as he treasured the bracelet more than any crown, any title, any piece of jewelry given to him. He remembered the nervous face of his other half, too, on the day it was gifted. In Varrik’s memory, it was simply perfection. The moment snapped then to Varrik crafting and giving Dietrich his own Ryfleband, the official marking of them starting their courtship; the official start to their lives as one. 

 

Pictures then of the family they would come to have together flashed in his mind: Aegir, Sylfrid, Dmitry, Andrik, and Wynnsten. It was a perfect family, while Varrik hadn’t wanted many kids, he tolerated them for Dietrich. Moments from each of their childhood came to him, too, when Sylfrid danced upon tables and fell. When Aegir completed his Nattrvaskr, the time he had begged Varrik for an allowance. A tear would begin welling in the Prince’s eye while his descent from the balcony continued. 

 

THE next image to come to the Prince as he had fallen was when his Uncle, ARTHUR MARSYR, had begun teaching him Alchemy. Varrik sat upon the counter, watching as Arthur had demonstrated how to make a potion. He laughed and silently hoped it’d cause a minor explosion, one just big enough to end with laughter instead of harm. It hadn’t caused any reaction, Arthur was a master alchemist afterall, surely he’d know how to brew a simple potion? When it was his turn to make the potion, he had done so with the grace and attitude he had carried himself with until the day of his death. 

 

The Prince’s time being lost in remembrance ended quickly as the fall from the balcony was swiftly over. He landed atop the rocks, crimson staining his white attire, his white circlet, and the ground under him. For the last remaining seconds of the Prince’s life, he remained on the ground, looking up at the night sky, the stars as they glimmered. Only now did he truly realize that even the mighty fall; alas, his final hopes were that he had continued a dynasty that would never fall, that he would never be truly forgotten.

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❝ IGENOM EN ROKEN‘S EGAS ❞
❝ TO VIEW THE WORLD AS IT IS ❞

 

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[!] Letters would be found days later in the Prince’s desk. They would be handed out accordingly.

To Dietrich, @Travisty

To my heart, my soul, to my other half, if you are reading this, then my time has finally come for me. I join my many ancestors, friends, and family, who have all moved on. Never did I believe that I would be the first to go; always did I think your armor or blade would be returned to me, and that is all. My request to you is to ensure that I am put to rest with your ryfleband, as I was with you in life. Tell Aegir to stand strong, help him find a partner who will stand beside him as loyally and faithfully as you had me. Ensuring that he is happy for the circlet is heavy upon the head, and with no one to share the burdens with, it becomes lonely. I know that I have treasured all our time together and wish it continued for years to come. Fight for what you believe, never change, my love. This is no goodbye, for I will see you soon.

 

To Sascha, @Marthia

My best friend since we were mere children, it feels grim to write in case of such a tragedy that would be my death, alas, I’ve been advised it gives closure. You have come a long way since you were young, you have endured through so much strife that it has built you into the strong Princess of Tir-Glas I know you are. I will miss all the times we sat upon the chairs in each other's castle, talking about all that troubled us. As my last ask of you, I ask that you stay close to Dietrich. He will need a friend for him to cry in the event of my death. I wish you the best with your family and hope you finally get the happy life you deserve.
 

To my Father and Mother-in-Law, @MrGarden @LiliumDell

I owe both of you the biggest apology. To you, I leave behind your son, whom I loved and cherished more than anything in this world. I know he felt the same about me. In the event of my death, there will be a void in him that no one other than his family will be able to fill. Please take care of him for me while I cannot. Please train my daughter alongside Dietrich. I wish for her to grow into a woman who has achieved her dreams, and I see no one better to stand beside her in this time than you two. 

 

To Arthur Marsyr, @The Vulgate Cycle

My dearest Uncle, I am sorry to leave you with yet another task even in my death, and know that I would not ask if I did not believe it necessary. In my final words to you, I ask that you watch over my dear Husband and the Children for I can assure you they will not know what to do without me. I ask that you make sure Dietrich does not return to the bottle and drugs he finds on the streets of Petra. I ask that you look over my children to ensure they become people whom both I and others would be proud of. I know that I ask a lot, but truthfully, you are the only one I can trust who would execute the job with efficiency. Be well, my Uncle, I shall see you again some day. 

 

To Aegir, @HogoBojo

I do not know where to truly start this note, and so I shall do so by stating my opinion plainly as I have my entire life. You lack a spine, and such was on display when you met with the Chancellor and the leaders of the traitors' sanctuary. As a leader, I worry about your future. I would not want you to end up like those of Lotharia for our poor cousin's fall from grace was a long one. As my son, however, I know it will be difficult to read these words, for it is the last you will know of me. Know that I love you, my son; it has been an honor to be your Father and that I would not trade it for anything in the world. I hope you will be a mighty leader, one to bring our people back to our shores and lead them to be the strongest amongst the Idunians. 

 

To Sylfrid, @GoldenArmada334

To my dearest daughter, whom the world owed to, I am sorry to depart from you so soon. I write this in hopes that it brings some comfort or ease to your mind, though in the back of my head, I know it will likely do neither. In life, I failed to give you your Nattrvaskr, and thus, I shall give it to you now. Your task is to bring back the blade of an opponent you bested in battle. You will return the blade to your Father as proof of your victory. Fight well, my little warrior. Conquer the world in the name of Slesvik. May your enemies know no peace.

 

To Caliope, @HIGH_FIRE

When you read this, mother, know that I have passed on to be with Morfadir and the others. I am beyond glad to have taken after you in the sense of attitude and style; it was the greatest gift you had ever given me. I know you all will struggle without me around, and I’ve heard that such is normal. I hope, however, that you’re able to live the rest of your life happy and die a peaceful death. I will see you soon modir and when I do, we shall throw a great party within the skies.

 

To The House of Greye, @Monty Cobra

I have met many people, many lords of many great houses, and never have I met one who was more despicable than you. Every land you call home, you doom yourself to the fate of destruction. Why you were allowed here, I do not know; you are known traitors and have given sight to some of the worst types of criminals. You'd best consider yourselves lucky that I have met my untimely end, for if I did not, I would personally ensure your dismantling. 

 

To Diana and Vespira d’Arkent and their Household, @Travisty @mothsthetic

I am sorry that my son failed to give you the justice you deserved. I wish for you to know that I had argued in favor of hosting a trial for your Household. I do still hope that you are able to get the justice you deserve for the crimes committed against your house and the hurt that was caused. Should you not be able to, I would not blame you for finding a Liege who would protect you and the members of your Household.

 

[Travisty 1020]

 

A bird arrived within those few days, dropping a letter off to the personal attendant of the Petran Knight and retired Prince. The servant had opened the envelope, assuming it was one of the many missives they were to read aloud, but upon skimming over its contents, he urged the Knight to read it himself, unable to find the courage to tell the Knight of the horrible news on his own. Dietrich took the letter and immediately recognized the handwriting as his husband’s. His hands began to tremble the further along in the note he got,
 

“ ‘Never did I believe that I would be the first to go…Ensure that I am put to rest with your ryfleband…’?“
 

 His brows furrowed in confusion as he echoed the words aloud, his usually ever-so confident demeanor audibly faltering, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to let his tears flow so easily, especially not while he was on duty within the city, but even someone as assured in themselves as he couldn’t stop a fracturing mind. He broke into a fit of laughter; to any onlooker, he probably seemed manic.
 

 “This is hardly a funny ‘prank’ to play! Varrik wouldn’t ever leave me on my lonesome; there’s no way he, of all people, would expect me to fall for this. I know him far too well.” With a dismissive wave of his hand, he motioned his servant off toward the aviary, “Bring me some paper so that I may write to him, and ready my steed. I need to visit my children.”

 

Despite how dismissive he sounded, despite his denial, a part of him knew he had lost something.

Tears began to form in his eyes, but he couldn’t understand at that moment why.

Rarely did he ever shed tears, after all.

 

Diana received her letter while enjoying one of her favorite treats made by the kitchen staff; her mood changed entirely upon reading its contents. With how busy her elder cousin often was, she wasn’t able to pester him too much, but she always looked up to him. She had indeed been thinking about going to her father about leaving Kazan; in fact, she had wanted to receive Varrik’s opinion on the matter in person, but it seemed she had put it off too long. Though his reassurance, even if it was after his death, meant something. She wiped a few tears away before she abruptly left the room to find her father.

 

[HogoBojo 4725]

Aegir Joakim Colborn would be greatly and deeply saddened upon hearing word about the passing of his adoptive Father. Although it was abundantly clear that him and his Father disagreed in the ways of governance, he would think back to his childhood and all the lessons he was taught, as well as everything his Father had accomplished during his lifetime. Although the man was not perfect in Aegir's eyes, above all the man was his Father, and someone he would miss more than anyone else would ever know.

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Caliope read her letter and studied it for some moments, rubbing her eyes for a moment. No tears fell, she didn't know what to think, to say, to do... both her sons dead and her heart torn asunder by this development. All she had left was her wife.. and they were both getting old now. Life was so fragile, so volatile and unforgiving to everyone.

 

After some moments the dam broke, loud and ugly crying as she curled herself up on her bed, the aging woman felt hollow and unneeded. Varrik was her favourite child, never something she could hide well, as he had noted he truly had taken after her. Everyday she was proud of him, the way he styled himself, handled himself and the sass that he had grown, it was from her own mother to her as it was from her to him. From the young boy she adopted to the Prince she watched handle himself with utmost self-respect and great backbone, Varrik was the child she had nothing but pride for.

 

Only Acelia was left for Caliope... likely it wasn't unlikely that Caliope would perish soon, a broken heart and a shell with little left to wither or to live for was not a good mix.

[JudgeTrudy 610]

"Vhat?!" The question was loud and frightful, a near scream in the face of the poor servant who'd knocked upon Lukas' chambers to tell him of the news. There was no time for questioning, no pause for thought. Lukas turned to grab his simple things: a book, a mace, and some papers tied together in twine. His armor was donned hastily, buckles clacking together as he swore under his breath, his fingers shaking in fear.

 

In the middle of the night, a greying thoroughbred fled from the city of Riviense. A million thoughts raced through Lukas' mind as he rode toward Kazan. He pictured Varrik the last time he'd seen the Prince-Emeritus, at his wedding to Dietrich so long ago, a handsome young man so madly in love. He thought of his nephew and niece, now without a father. He thought of the Colborn family, now without one of their sons. But most of all, as mud and leaf litter churned under his steed's hooves, did Lukas think of his brother.

 

'Don't do anything rash.' he thought to himself. "Please, GOTT, do not let him do something stupid in his misery!" he called out.

 

The horse carried on. Lukas shed tears as the mixture of grief and panic overwhelmed him. Varrik....poor, Varrik. Gone too soon.

[mothsthetic 2250]

"A letter for you, meine Dame."  Came a voice from outside the nursery doors. "From the Colborns."

 

From within, the Burgravine sat comfortably as she held her infant daughter close, smiling as the maid stepped within with parchment in hand. "Varrik and Dietrich? Are they coming to see little Rosy?" Asked she as her free hand gently took the letter, bouncing her babe gently to keep her asleep. It was so troublesome to keep the little girl down- But she'd managed, at last. With Aerik busy, and herself locked at home, any word from the outside world was a joy after such a troubling pregnancy.

 

"Nicht quite, meine Dame." 

 

"What do you mean?"

 

That regal brow furrowed in concern as Roslind was exchanged to the maid, unraveling the letter quickly. Stormy eyes read the contents over, and over, and over again. Dead. Varrik, dead. Who she remembered so fondly, always so strong. He held his head so high, and promised her adventure, after adventure. it had been foolish, of course, but she was so little then. She was so little, and she loved her elder cousin so dearly. Even with years away, that fondness never faded. It grew, grew to include his husband, his children, the life he had built for himself and his family. How? How could he be dead? Varrik had held the world upon his shoulders and stood tall as if it were nothing but pauldrons. After she was maimed, he had cared so deeply. Fought so hard for the justice she deserved, for the justice that was needed. He saw the danger, even if few else did. And for his wisdom, he was pushed aside. 

 

It wasn't fair. Tears were pouring down before the Lady von Wesenburg could stop them. A hand upon her lips, nausea churning in her stomach as every bone in her body sought to scream, and hit, and sob. But that was not what he would have wanted.

 

"Leave me." She bid unto the servant, holding that parchment close to her heart, for it was all she had left of the man her cousin was.

 

[Cheese 8874]

Varrik’s departed Grandmother was the first to welcome the Prince to the Skies. “I’ve hardly ever been so proud,” Esfir said, pressing a kiss to his head. “For your leadership, loyalty, and compassion. I’ve ever seen as strong a leader as you, my boy.”

[Monty Cobra 921]

1 hour ago, Kaii said:

To The House of Greye, @Monty Cobra

I have met many people, many lords of many great houses, and never have I met one who was more despicable than you. Every land you call home, you doom yourself to the fate of destruction. Why you were allowed here, I do not know; you are known traitors and have given sight to some of the worst types of criminals. You'd best consider yourselves lucky that I have met my untimely end, for if I did not, I would personally ensure your dismantling. 

 

Ser Aurus remained shocked that he continued to occupy the brain space of so many. Nonetheless, he recieved the news with slight regret and prayed for the deceased.

[The Vulgate Cycle 577]

"I remember the fire, it burned bright around you always." Ser Arthur said as he shut his eyes and tears stung as they spilled down his cheeks. The tides of the past seized him and bore him out into a sea of memory and dropped him into is ink black depths as cold as midnight snow. Warming Varrik by a fire, talking him through grief, through ruin, watching him grow and love and laugh and cry. 

"Death is the but the middle of a long life. Go and be at peace." He bid his nephew, beneath the brilliant rays of the sun.

 

And in the world that remained after his passing, he walked, untouched by time to be at Caliope @HIGH_FIRE and Acelia's @Smolside. Wanting their comfort, wanting to comfort them, as he clung more tightly to those he loved that still remained both body and soul. 

[Spellblades 749]

Aelyn Greye got the letter passed to him after a VERY chaotic day

 

"I'm adopted, do I count towards this? I don't even know who this is."

[PoliteEquation7 187]

Adrian, who had thought he was super chill with Varrik, read the letter his brother had shown him with shock. Not much shock, but still,

 

"What's he saying **** me for?"

 

[Cally 1080]

"Oh, thank GOD. . ."

Said the Admiral as the matter met her hands, she did not read any further.

"That guy was a prick anyway, as nice of a kid as he was, his attitude curdled like milk. At least that trouble is quelled."

[Marthia 273]

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[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

10 hours ago, Cally said:

"Oh, thank GOD. . ."

Said the Admiral as the matter met her hands, she did not read any further.

"That guy was a prick anyway, as nice of a kid as he was, his attitude curdled like milk. At least that trouble is quelled."

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trying to ratio a pk post is insane work