pk He Survived Everything but Peace [PK]

[Sir_omni 151]

 

It was a quiet day in the capitol as Pierre returned to his home but the peace and quiet wasn't for long.

His doors were broken down, he rushed in only to find a search party of inquisitors and knights rummaging his place.

 

“what the fuck are you doing here”he asked before something hit his head and all went black.

”what did i do…..how did they find me. . . .i had a plan a life” he thought to himself before he was reawakened by some hard Liquor that was poured into his face.

He woke up in a dimmed and dark room with two other Persons. he was bound to a chair looking at a inquisitor and a squire.

 

“Why were you harboring a heretic?” asked the inquisitor before Pierre spoke . He looked at him with disbelief but then he remembered . . .Ragthantos that basterd why he ever agreed to help that fool. no he was a fool for doing it.

 

“he paid me. . . he's a madman and lunatic. . . i have nothing to do with this” were his only answers he gave out of panic that he might get executed

”well you harbored a heretic so we will fulfill the last mercy we can” spoke the inquisitor with hatred in his tone before doing a last prayer.

 

The air grew thick with each word the inquisitor spoke, taking out his blade raising it over Pierre's head.”Last words?”he asked.

”oui. . .do you believe in redemption ser?

The blade

then struck

Pierre's head taking

it in a clean cut. . .

 

 

A Week later

a letter was sent out to his loved and trusted ones which he prepared if he ever was to pass away

Spoiler

 

To my cousin Martino 

if you get this letter i am dead, don't grief over it cherish that you still live. 

I leave behind my collection of my brews and its recipes for you to copy.

Secondly, a last wish of mine is to make my brew the greatest in all of azuras and name a child after me if you would be so kind. 

But I thank you for all you have done for me since we started working together, all the kindness and trust you showed me. I am grateful for it.

your cousin gaston

 

 

 

To my good friend Atly . . .i mean Ibar

if you get this letter i am dead, don't grief over it cherish that you still live

I leave you behind my collection of weapons which includes my fabled and trusted Falco di Nero, a collection of Reinmarren and petran swords and a collection of my gear from my mercenaries work, and two other things i wish you to have which are my bronzen eye and the head of my first bounty.

but i thank you for the friendship we had for all the good moments we shared and not to forget the finds we made in the caves. BUT i do have one wish dont avenge if you get this letter

 

 

 

to the family of the fontaines and wick

 if you get this letter i am dead, don't grief over it cherish that you still live

I thank you all for the time I've spent with you all, especially with Lucille. I never had the courage to ask but I loved you and to your brother Castille you wont get my arbalest. I would rather have it by my side in my grave. to you adelbert i wish i would come to know you better and i wont forget the opportunity you gave me

your friend gaston

 

To the family of Helane

if you get this letter i am dead, don't grief over it cherish that you still live.

i thank you all for what you did for me especially ser antonius for signing the paper for my reenter into citizenship or koda and pomponia for the invitation for the wedding wich i sadly did not attend

your friend gaston or gapierre the spy as you named me recently

 

 

[fizzyquack 564]

DAMMIT SOMEONE GOT TO HIM BEFORE ME

 

JK, was fun rping with ya... Gl with your other personas!

[Atlas Got Cubed 49]

A pale elfess' eyes drifted over the letter in her hand, then down to the many weapons laid out upon her table.

The words written upon the parchment asked a lot, vengeance was never a path Atlyn did not take. But out of respect for her deceased llir, perhaps the warrior would let her blade rest this one time. Thus she told herself that she would not actively seek the blood of whoever, or whatever, brought about her friend's untimely demise.

 

Still the glittering weapons before her should be put to some use, she believed, and the head of the infernal creature that was left to her gave her a few ideas.

She knew the lives of valahan were short, but the realisation of just how fleeting they were weighed upon her shoulders. Atlyn allayed that weight by telling herself that Pierre’s will would persist, whenever she used the blades left by him to grant the mercy of death unto foul creatures. In every cut, every palebeast felled, the man that she knew as a determined hunter of evil lived on.

 

The elfess lit a candle in her window that night, and offered a silent vigil to the memory of the dead.

 

[Shadowy 104]

Inquisitor Beboon releases the sign, watching it hang still in the air, just beneath the head of Pierre von Kronen. He gives a slow, rattling breath and a brief nod of acknowledgement to the completed labor. Pivoting about on blood stained heels, he walks away.
 

The work had been done, at least for today.

[KillerMaid 636]

"Oh, we must have tea at your new home, Pierre!"

 

Everything was simple. It was another promise to meet a friend, to see something new, to get away from troubles, and speak over tea. It never came.

 

Malna never got to see the inside of his new home or have tea with the man. She was left standing outside the door with a pie in hand, waiting for a dead man who would never reply.