The Death of András Vitéz

[TheCaptain 639]

 

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T H E   D E A T H   O F  

A N D R Á S   V I T E Z

❝ Glory is not standing tall, it is rising up every time we fall ❞

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András Vitéz was a strong man. A monster hunter worth his salt, and then some. He was of the remant Vasoyevi, most likely the last, with the loss of his father, mother and sister, he was left alone. Thirty-two years of life. Thirty-two years of fighting back the dark: the Ghosts, the demons, the living dead, the blood thirsty vampirics. He stood tall against all of them. It is a cruel irony, then, that the end did not come from fang, claw or spectral necrotic bloodborn blade, but from a faulty test in the court of the Mechanikas, bleeding out in the middle of the room. A medical exam pointed out that he suffered considerable blood loss from where he fought a clawed beast the day prior, its claws having dug deep into the skin, and the usage of the tests which allowed him to bleed and bleed, having already losing a considerable amount and even if it was patched up, was not enough, and so, he perished.

He was Kȁjatci, a monster hunter, anointed to such by his father and his father before him, but in that role, he yearned for something greater: the resurrection of the Vasoyevi culture, as Vasori. He poured blood, sweat, and tears into the attempt, he built walls, a keep, he farmed, he bred cows and chickens all in an attempt to provide a home as he called out long and far, gathering who he could from his journey. He put his people’s spoken words into writing, their lost language, their ways, their worth, even the small things such as how they present themselves at a table, how they wear their boots and the value of it, even the tall tales that kept him up at night, so that something might survive him. He never finished it and it most likely sits and rots wherever he kept the book. It was never found.

He had no wife and no children. His battle brothers were his closest kin, forged beside him in the field, and to them he passed what he could: his teachings, his stories, his culture, offered in the briefest moments of respite inside of Valkryn. But the blood was his alone, Vasoyevi blood ran in his veins and such was gone now, spread into foreign soil as his corpse was mutilated for science.

Perhaps the Vasoyevi were not meant for this new world of ours. Perhaps Almaris was the only place they could have truly lived and now, in those cob-web infested lands, where the keep resided as dust and ash, it is where it will remain. But he tried. God help him, he tried. He fell more times than anyone knew, and he rose every time. Until he could not.  Hopefully, it is not forgotten.

Rest well, András. You carried your people as far as any man could.

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OOC: a few letters were sent out

To the Viharhozok

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Battle brothers and sisters, I loved you all. The beasts we have slain will hopefully tell their tales in our halls for years to come. Pass on what I have taught you all, for if you receive these letters, let it be known that I am dead. Bury my body, stake my heart and head, shackle me in gold and bury the coffin face down, let no necromancer resurrect my flesh, let no demon eat my soul. It is bound for the seven skies and I hope it stays there.

To the remnant Valkrynians

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I hope you lot stay, I know you looked up to me for guidance but this world is harsh and unfair, don’t be afraid to let the culture I have shown die out. For even if it my last attempt, my last action, remember what I have taught you all.

To the Mechanikas

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Thank you for your help, I would have never realized the dream of making my people grow up, strong and proud. The Vasoyevi had for the briefest time life once more, I can only hope my deeds allow it to continue onwards and that I actually left a clear impact on this world.

OOC: It was a wild ride of András, I genuinely did like the character and its a shame to see him gone. I hope whatever happens to Valkryn will be cool and fun, I hope that whoever picks it up becomes as invested in the ressurection of the Vasoyevi as I did, most likely not but who knows what the future holds. For now, I bid you all farewell and good tidings.

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[Monty Cobra 921]

"That is the most vampire-looking man I have ever seen," Njáll had whispered to his step-sister only a year or two prior as he gazed upon András. Little did he know...

 

[Echo_42069 386]

"A good and honourable warrior was lost due to outlandish claims that never proved an endresult... This is murder. His memory will live on along with his dreams. You will be missed ChapterMaster.... I will miss you brother" Seros spoke as a tear rolled down his eye as he gripped the arm of his chair alittle tighter as a tear rolled down his eye "ᛞᚢᛚᚲᛖ ᛖᛏ ᛞᛖᚲᛟᚱᚢᛗ ᛖᛊᛏ ᛈᚱᛟ ᛈᚨᛏᚱᛟ ᛗᛟᚱᛁ" (It is sweet and proper to die for one's country.)