The Death Of A Hightower Bastard

[Chikachu 402]

Anger.

It had always been one of Artorus' weaknesses, his damnable anger. He was even angry at his anger: that was how much it seemed to just flow out of him. It didn't matter who he was talking to, it didn't matter the situation he was reacting to, the anger was always the same. And now, as his anger at the situation he was in, his powerless, pathetic situation, began to fade: he cursed himself.

 

Manacles locked onto his wrists, being half dragged, half pushed to the Keep of the Lion in Oren's capital city, somehow the situation seemed to bring on a bit of thought to his thick skull. He hadn't exactly expected the knights to appear in the tavern where he and his wife had been literally at eachothers throats. He hadn't expected them to, naturally, know and love Bella, while they were completely oblivious to himself. It wasn't unexpected, but it certainly made things complicated. His brain was working in faster time than normal as he was dragged into the dungeon and thrown into a cell, awaiting his apparent trial - or was it just punishment? - and he let his head fall back. How was he going to get out of this one?

 

He could hear them putting Bella in the next cell, could almost feel her pain. Why had he done it? He never liked seeing Bella hurting, and yet in his anger he had given away the one secret he had always wanted to keep. Their son... little Kay. He was alive, and well, and living in Salvus the last Artorus had checked. And he had told Bella the boy was alive. He had always known she would leave him if she ever found out. He always knew that she wouldn't be able to stand the fact that he had lied to her, and that he had told her the child was dead. Now, the idea that the boy was alive was going to ruin him even more surely than his lashing out at her before.

 

He wanted to hang his head in his hands in shame: he knew what he had become back there in the tavern. He had become his father: he had become Lancel Hightower as certainly as Bella had said. Cold, malicious, always political, always wanting more power. He had become the monster that he had left the family to get away from. He wanted to choke. How could he have said such horrible things to her? How could he have said such terrible and angry, and utterly thoughtless things.

 

The door to his cell opened slowly and Artorus looked up to see the knight who had found them enter the room. He was dressed in the uniform that distinguished him as a very high ranking member of the Chapter, and he closed the door behind him slowly. Immediately, Artorus could sense the difference in the man from when he was on the street to when he was in this cell. Artorus was not going to leave this cell without grave injuries.

 

The knight approached, and Artorus could see the hand on his sword hilt. For some reason however, he wasn't afraid. There was something about the situation that just told him, "Don't worry. It won't be too much longer now."

 

They spoke for a moment, the two men, and it wasn't long before the knight's sword found Artorus' neck. "Any last words?" the knight asked coldly.

 

Artorus could feel the cold metal against his skin and he sighed slightly. He really should feel more nervous, he realized, but for some reason there wasn't any fear. He just looked up at the knight, and took a breath. "I love you, Isabella," he said, "I love you, and I'm sorry. Take care of our son for me, like I should have." When Artorus had finished he looked at the man who was to be his murderor and said no more. Then the sword was raised and passed through his neck as easily as it likely had many others.

And so passed Artorus Elendil II, formerly Artorus Hightower, the eldest son of Lancel Hightower, and also known by the title of the Lord Inquisitor Blood the Hunter. He leaves behind his young wife, Isabella Elendil, Lady of Adunia, and his son Kay Elendil. May he rest in peace wherever his body now lies.

 

 

((Sorry it took me a few days to post this, but this was incredibly hard to write. A part of myself was still in shock the past couple of days that he actually is dead, and I've seriously considered pulling a whole: "Monks revived him" thing, but I always promised myself that if my character died properly I would kill him off. I've never like it when they just keep coming back. Besides, I'm liking my new character plenty, and there's a lot of roleplay that's happened that would be kinda pointless if he were alive. So this is my way of making it official.

 

Artorus is dead. He's not coming back. There will be no reviving by the monks or any such thing. I mean, should a necromancer actually come and revive him that would be... weird... but oh well.

 

And Ludvic, GTFO my body you creepy mo-fo.))

[Gemmylou 484]

((-cries and cries and cries.-))

[Galendar 631]

http://nooooooooooooooo.com/

WHYYYYYYYYY!!!!!

MY SON HAS DIED BY THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE I WORK FOR!

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[Knightei 318]

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[youlovesocks 652]

[Lego XBOX 915]

A black cloaked figure stood, tall, surely an elf. Beneath the hood one would be able to see but crimson eyes, wide open, watching Artorus be driven out into the street. She knew what was going to happen, it is why she disliked and moreover feared the humans. Artie... Executed... She squealed, almost inaudibly as the sword glinted in the sun when it rose. Her head turned brutally to avoid seeing his execution, starting to cry.

 

She had come to visit an old friend, but he was no more, like so many others... She shook her head frantically and ran out, to never return.

 

((Adding to this streak of OOC...

;-;

He was a great character to RP with!))
 

[Ford 1996]

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[Maliewyn'divu 21]

A dark figure stands at the edge of the cliff, watcing the scenes below. His black coat seems to flutter a bit in the wind where he stands, as still as he possibly can, almost as though he were a statue standing on the mountain top. Then, suddenly and fluidly, he looks at the sky, his hood falling back to reveal long light blonde hair and a hideously scarred face, but with light green eyes hidden in it. 

 

"Oh little Artorus," he whispers quietly, shaking his head, "You died even before I expected you to." 

 

He sighs, looking back down at the little graveyard below him as he moves to sit on the edge, where he can see the proceedings, and begins his own little obituary. 

 

"Artorus Hightower, the hated, the scorned bastard son of Lancel Hightower. That is how he was known to so many. And yet, somehow, that never seemed to deter him from what he wanted. Told he would never have the crown of Salvus, then suddenly made a legitimate heir by the Emperor. Told again and again that he could never have the woman he loved, he somehow managed to win her heart and her hand. His master dies a traitor to the realm, and he gains the title of Lord Inquisitor. Somehow, despite all the world set against him, Artorus always managed to fight his way to the top. He will be sorely missed."

 

Ravenhood sighed, pulling his hood back up so that the world could not see what was beneath it. "Am I so doomed to see such a man as this one die? I fear I will meet and see many more before my time is over. I will miss you, Little Hightower Spawn. Though I behaved as I hated you so, my respect for you never dies. Wherever you have moved onto, I will always remember and tell of the man who took on the world so many times, and won."

[aron. 427]

The grim news of Artorus's capture would not reach Aron until nearly a week later. Though his death was never announced, Aron knew he was dead. The dragons would not waist time holding a man with no intentions of a trial. He exhaled quickly, not quite coming upon the words to describe his thoughts. Finally, letting out a cold and suppressed, sigh he muttered to no one in particular, "Rest in peace,my godson. I will join you alongside the creator soon". Stepping down from his spot on the right hand side of the throne, Aron finally addressed the court, certainty and strength in his voice "prepare a grave at once. Lancel isn't around.

we're burrying this Hightower in his rightful soil". The two shields quickly set off to male arrangements for the grave, as Aron sighed and turned to the archdeacon, Edward "I don't suppose you could get your hands on my nephew's corpse?"

((sorry if formatting or spelling is off. I wrote this on my phone. Them feels.))

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Patrick Horen looked on, a single tear faling down his face for his brother, he would only regret not being there for him more, but his last tie was cut, his last responsability gone, he knew Artie was in a better place, he knew his little brother would...

 

A whisper escaped his mouth "I'm sorry..."

 

He turned and walked away, batter crown on his head, sword at his side

[Timmeh! 154]

Rose had eventually heard the news of his demise, she frowned deeply know the child since he was born. She quickly gather her cloak, her horse and something else, tucking it away she rode out to find a grave for young Artie. As she arrived upon the grave, she pulled her hood down and frowned, whispering very few words to him;
"May death finally bring you peace, child..."
She frowns deeply once more, before taking out and unwrapping what she had brought, before placing it on the grave, clambering back onto her horse and riding back home.

She looks back at the grave, then down, a single red rose lays upon it.

[Sultan 3953]

((How the hell do you people know his dead, if he was killed by my Knights in a dungeon none of you would know. I do not even know in rp and I am the emperor he said A knight he did not say who, or why he was killed it makes me confused I do not understand it :P))

[Timmeh! 154]

(( I was told icly by Isabella that her husband is dead. ))

[TeaLulu 1783]

((How the hell do you people know his dead, if he was killed by my Knights in a dungeon none of you would know. I do not even know in rp and I am the emperor he said A knight he did not say who, or why he was killed it makes me confused I do not understand it :P))

((I told everyone, I do that sometimes. Its always Ari's fault. come @ me bro))

[Sultan 3953]

((I told everyone, I do that sometimes. Its always Ari's fault. come @ me bro))

 

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