A GOLDEN LINEAGE [Narrative Post]

[penninoe 162]

 

Alone, stood Alastair before the foot of his father’s grave.
Alone, bore Alastair the ember that echoed of their past.
Alone, carries Alastair the burden that rests upon his shoulders.
Alone, remembers Alastair, the golden lineage of which he descends.
 

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And so, did Alastair weep at the foot of his father’s grave, all by himself. “...Oh father,” At first, his words hardly slipped out, his voice fighting not to falter. His father, William, had come to play the role of smoldering ash.

“No longer is yours the burden to keep the ember of what is ours lit.” It had been well intended, his fathers birth a well-kept family secret, even unto his death. “Now it remains to become mine, my burden of remembrance.”

Cinders that would remain veiled by intention. Left for the wind to carry its sparks to ignite a second fire. William’s part of the play was done, and now the torch had been passed to Alastair. “Free of this burden, rest now.”

The moment of mourning was for the boy that Alastair once was, the oblivious child. Who yet bore the burden. That chapter of his life had come to pass as Alastair concluded his words of farewell, his eyes ceased to tear in tandem.

The very same eyes that in colour mirrored the cold piece of stone seated atop his fathers final resting place. He feels emotions shifting within him, a fire of determination now rages within him upon every heartbeat. A fire akin of that of a dragon’s breath

 

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Spoiler

[!] DO NOT METAGAME THIS WAS A PRIVATE RP [!]
https://open.spotify.com/track/0tYuVSs2DqXhtXT4JzDWSt

 

 

[Sebbysc 744]

William of Aaun remained there in the Seven Skies as he awaited the arrival of his children. His hope, in his last days, was for his children to succeed him where he could not. His hope was that his children would not seek vengeance but instead would live fruitful lives; however, he would greatly understand the drive for glory and redemption that forced his own hand throughout his whole life.

 

In his youth, he lived as an orphan in Haense with his brothers before the realm's desolation at the hands of his House's enemies. He was indoctrinated by the ideas of the Republic of Salvo and lived his middle-aged years as a Ranger, a bandit. Once the ideas of his youth died at the hands of a changing world and the birth of his children he would come to seek a different life for himself and his family. As he took upon the psuedo-surname of di Ves in honor of his mother's house, he would align himself with the Empire who brought destruction to his father, the deposed and everything but unrecognized Apostolic-King Marcus. It was upon assignment as an ambassador to Norland that he met his end at the hands of darkspawn prowling the northern pine.

 

His dreams, his burdens, and his fate were now passed to his eldest son. 

[Ben40K 62]

Spoiler

mango

 

[usjs 14]

he is ginger