[PK] BE KIND TO OTHERS, HADRIAN

[truelarper 593]

Kusi bowed his head only slightly, as one warrior might for another. “The Emperor of Azura has fallen,” he said, his voice rough as gravel. “Yet he did what few men ever dare—he seized the world by the throat, and forced it to heed to him. Say what you will of his rule—he had the will to rise above the swarm of men. He was a powerful man, in spirit rather than title.” The Tawantinsuyin lowered the missive and his eyes narrowed in grim respect. That very gaze drifted to the sunset spilling gold and crimson over pearled cliffs. The wind carried the hush of a world that did not mourn, but endured.

 

"Hatunchay Inka-Yupanki"

Edited March 28 by truelarper

[M1919 2298]

 

˙✧˖ It was, and is, inevitable.

 

Visions always weighed heavily on the heart, pressing down on the soul equally. Exhaustion clung to the Hospitaller like a second skin—as it had for his entire life, ever since the lost and the damned had surrounded him amid the chaotic dreams of his nights. Perhaps, this was among the most disturbing burdens he had ever endured. And how long would it command his consciousness? Hadrian's end replayed behind his eyes with terrible lucidity, seared into Corswain's mind with a relentless rhythm that slowly poisoned his sanity. It warred against everything else he carried—his memories and the four centuries of another life that had forced its way into his consciousness uninvited, a second soul that neither asked permission nor would be expelled. Yet, a knight remained steadfast. Even in this.  Especially in this. Especially now. To stop means to die. To give up means to betray. With unavoidable ruin pressing against every sense, Corswain had an oath to uphold. He gathered his people—those few souls who asked no questions and made no complaints. Riders-all, they traveled through the region the Hospitaller had named, the land where prophecy had guided the man, searching. They were the ones who had pulled Hadrian back from the brink before, when his own hands had sought his throat. They kept faith without letting personal wants and desires interfere with what the Emperor’s plan required. None of them knew what they were pursuing, or whether it could be caught. But something was better than nothing. It always was. To stop is to die. To give up is to betray. It was a futile effort. No matter how Corswain moved through the dreamscapes of tomorrow, the outcome remained unchanged. The one clad in midnight found his way to the same river, to stand before the same fragment of memory that refused reason or bargaining. Perhaps a compulsion. A mercy granted by the Almighty Himself, so the man could reach the water and find something like peace. Minutes after his liege breathed his last, Corswain watched the burning rowboat and stood at the bank. It was only seconds before the smoldering vessel slipped beneath the dark water and vanished. The closest he had come to freeing Fate's claws from his mind was two minutes. Eight minutes later, what remained of his liege washed ashore. After the flames devoured him and the river swept away everything else, it was hard to call him a man. The warplate survived better than the flesh—a few fragments of the rest, coated in riverweed and smeared ash, water still leaking from the joints. The chestpiece was at least mostly intact. That was all. That was what they would recognize him by. Corswain had tried, and he had failed. On a day of tragedy, the air was cold and wet; night’s jaws would soon swallow a warrior's grief with sickening greed. Somewhere out in the dark, a scream tore loose along the waterfront and went unanswered.

 

[Sandman_Plays 659]

{!} The news arrived to Kazan, Ser Caspian read with a simple reserved glance... his features neutral.

With all that had happened, all that had Changed Caspian had fought alongside Hadrian since the destruction of his home, he pondered back unto his actions these past years, his marriage to Hadrian's sister, the destruction of the Kha, all in service to the empire and Idunia.

"May he rest in Peace" is all Caspian uttered, as a respectful statue was erected within Kazan.. it read:

"Hadrian I, Emperor of Azuras" the words carved into the stone, not for an act of blind loyalty, but a token of respect, whatever the world thought of Hadrian, Caspian was proud to have helped in some way.

OOC- Good character mate... now can we play Outlast Trials? 

 

[MonteGiant 891]

 

༺⊰☼⊱༻

 

There did that Tawantinsuyin gaze upon the breath of Azuras, a singular tear falling from his bronze visage as his friend, his Inka Yupanki, his Emperor had died. He sat upon the mounts of Valmont, the cold winds breezing against him and his simple garments, a feathered cloak swaying in the air; he sat in contemplation over the words of his friend. 

 

“We are the Empire, my friend. Kill Everyone, Kill your Enemies, kill my Enemies. Kill Them All.”

 

Those words ruminating upon his very being, that singular tear falling down upon the ground, the first and only shed for his friend. And then finally did he move towards his home within Valmont, his home upon the coasts, that Village of the Tawantinsuyin. His blackened eyes would look towards the west, towards those lands he departed from… Towards that High Lordship of Viru. 

 

“Hatunchay Inka Yupanki!”

 

 

[TaraJess 2848]

"was it twenty years...?"

"Nen, almost, his coronation was one of the first things I remember..."

"I recall you feared him, ate those peppermint leaves whenever he was around."

"Ai, I still fear him. His memory is fear itself. Keep in line, do net upset them for we saw what could happen. The elf delegate, the round up of them after Ark..."

"He did net need to raise a sword to be terrifying."

 

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I'm very happy I got to have my first legitimate interaction with you on this char. you may not remember it, but it was very much moment of character progression for Aurelian. that interaction scared the SHIT out of her, and honestly stopped her from going down a darker path. hope to get to interact with you more in the future.

 

[Lirinya 4021]

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literally the most stunningly formatted forum post i have ever seen

 

[Metamancy 1759]

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of COURSE everything happens after I leave lotc

 

[Turnipian 203]

Wyrvun Provides.

[Haseroth 1740]

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[Borin 7645]

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well done, go rest and have a life. you did good :)

 

[pkdon 1977]

——— ✠ ———

The tolling of bronze bells washed over the quiet streets of Rittersburg. They had a distinct melancholy to them, disturbing even, heralding the end of an era. Within the dim confines of the imperial solar, the Crown Prince, now Emperor, stood before the cold hearth. Atop the oak table sat a letter, bearing the draconic wax seal of his sire and a heavy gravity to it. His father was dead.

Marcus’s lone hand bounded his hairline, that similarly lone eye staring vacantly to the unburnt logs. There was a time, in the innocent years of his boyhood, when he had loved the man known as Hadrian. But as a youth, he found himself desperate to fashion himself a merciful counterweight to his father’s brutality. With such desperation, the love he once bore for his father soon soured to a bitter, suffocating resentment. For years, he had been terrified of the blood that flowed in his own veins - he would do anything to distance himself from his father’s likeness. 

Yet, as time passed, those idealistic views were stripped bare by the harsh throes of reality, and its place, understanding had taken root. His father was a profoundly conflicted man, bearing a weight few, if any, could comprehend. Whatever dark deeds that were done, were so in the name of the Empire’s destiny. No regard could be paid to the fragile virtues of descendantkind. Necessary.

The hearth was lit, and the letter penned by his father would soon find itself engulfed by the flames, its purple wax trickling across the firewood. Marcus looked to the empty, pinned sleeve of his tunic, and then upon the map of the continent, no, the Empire. In that sweltering silence, as his gaze lingered evermore, he felt a hand resting upon his shoulder. A tired voice echoed in the shadowed corridors of the palace.

“This is all for you, my son.”

The voice faded into the crackling embers. The now sovereign turned, yet there was no-one there. A faint smile ghosted across his lips. The disdain so fiercely harboured for the old emperor in his youth soon felt hollow, dissolved to the ash of the hearth. A lowly whisper was returned to the cold, empty room.

“Rest now, father.”

 

 

[annanicole__ 2802]

“God save the Emperor and the Empress. God save us all.” Ipera Amelya lowered herself to her knees, lighting the candles one by one. “God save us all…”

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

Goblin who was just about to go to the Empire today to ask premission to build San'Dagobbah - his 60 yrs long dream goblin-town that keeps getting behind paperwork & 'ask that guy' - rubs his brow. 
Who the zkahh is he supposed to speak to now?
Is it even polite?

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Bro really died when i was doing a slideshow on Petran History IRP and made me lose half the students when the memes came.

 

[IvIorwenna 148]

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really good PK post <3

 

[Mordringfan 166]

The Frost Dwarf hears the news of the Emperors death, and is suprised they finally keeled over after conquering the continent. They could only hope the next in line for the title of Emperor was not as ruthless as Hadrian.