The End Of An Old Evil

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Hre5fkdq-0

 

 

It's a rainy day in the Duchy of Furnstock, the wind blows loudly and the clouds grow darker and darker. As you walk into the grand keep of the Silverblade family and into the main hall you see a body, an aged old man sitting coldly in Uthor's throne. To his left you see a notebook, resting under his hand. Upon further inspection you notice a piece of paper resting under his right hand. The paper under his right hand reads

~~~~x~~~~x~~~~x~~~~~

Family and Friends? ..What do you see?
What are you thinking.....when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, ...not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ........with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food.......and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice....."Stop that now!"
Who seems not to notice ...the things that you do.
And forever is losing .......... A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not...........lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, Orenians......you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ......as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten.......with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .........who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen ..with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now. ......a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty ...... My heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows......that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now .......... I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide .... And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ......... My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ....... With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons ..have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me.......to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, . Babies play ' round my knee,
Again, we know children ....... My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me .. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ..............I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing......young of their own.
And I think of the years....... And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man.........and nature is cruel.
T'is jest to make old age .look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles..........grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone........where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass .. A young guy still dwells,
And now and again .......my battered heart swells
I remember the joys........... I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living.............life over again.
I think of the years all too few......gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact........that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people ........open and see..
Not a crabby old man. Look closer....see.....me.

 

~~~~x~~~~x~~~~~x~~~~~

You move his hand ever so carefully to pick up the old, battered, worn leather notebook. As you open it the freshly written ink reads

Dearest family, dearest loved ones,

Pursue your hopes and your dreams no matter how difficult or
"different" they may seem to others. Far too many people don't do what
they want or should do because of what they imagine others may think or
say. I once did this, I became a rich noble, I lived a full life, but not a good life. I failed to love in  a way I wished to, I failed to hold on to the ones closest to me. I hate because I worry that one day someone will break me, I act crazy because that way, I do not have to falsely justify my actions. Do not make the same mistakes my friends. I yearn for more, I wish that my life had more meaning. I am not afraid of much, but I do have one fear, I fear that I will not be remembered, I fear that my life was for nothing and that all my efforts in vain.

 

-Boiendl Silverblade

 

As you finish reading this Boiendl's owl fly's in and sits beside him, finally resting his head for the last time.

 

 

To my son Throdo Therving-

I leave you nothing, you have always disappointed me, do better in life.

 

To Uthor Silverblade-

Nephew, I disapprove of your marriages, but I love you. Though it might not look that way, deep down I truly do, I have always cared for you. I only wish for you to make the right choices, continue on the path you are walking, walk the roads less taken, stray from those heavily populated.

 

To Gideon Silverblade-

I despise you so.

 

To Patrick Denims-

To you, I leave most of my wardrobe. The rest I keep locked away, secret from everyone, if you are lucky enough to find a key, then it is yours.

 

To the Emperor-

I leave you everything, my life, my posessions, my properties and my wealth. My Emperor, you have treated me the best out of all my friends and family.

[Scipp3r 451]

A tear trickles down Patrick's wrinkled face.

 

"Wha-

[meg 1994]

Elene sighs, closing his eyes and setting the book down...She mutters...

 

"Dammit Boiendl....I know I never told you...But you were an alright person."

 

 

((Gonna be honest. Didn't expect this to happen. Boiendl no :( ))

 

 

She pauses, going over the will again, she frowns.

 

​"Didn't approve of his marriages? Hm. Contradicts the times he attempted to hit on me...Unless...."

 

Elene blinks, both disturbed and confused at the same time. She motions for some guards to get the body off the chair and to the morgue/in a coffin/I'm not sure.

[Sultan 3953]

(OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo!)

 

 

A messenger shaking a bet as he brings the letter to the Emperor's office Godfrey looks up from the book he is reading ''What is it boy?'' The messenger lowers his head extending the letter.. ''A letter sire..'' Godfrey takes it.. ''Be on you way lad..'' The messenger nods taking his leave. Godfrey takes the letter cutter opining the letter slowly he takes out the paper he holds it in two hands as he reads over the words his eyes slightly widen and then shrink disparately. ''A man could not ask for a better friend..'' he says in a sorrow filled voice.. 

 

He lowers the letter on the table, his hand lifts to his face he holds it there for a while giving a sigh. ''Farewell old friend, farewell old mentor, farewell my loyal man, farewell to you man of god...'' 

 

He looks at the paper one more time.. ''Rest in peace Boiendl, we shall mourn you.. You shall ascended to sainthood.'' 

[Braxis 813]

(GRANDPA NO!!!!)

[Gemmylou 484]

((O.M.G.))

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Magnus Loken, now a Dread Knight, hears word, and nods, he knew that Boiendl was to die. His regret was not getting him into a suit before he died.

 

Oh well, there would be more.

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

A loud cry is heard from Yamamoto County

 

"WHY?!!!!!!!! WHY CREATOR WHY? YOU TAKE THIS MAN FROM US?!"

[everblue2er101 906]

((This is a sign of the apocalypse))

 

In a far off place, Josef Timothee turns to greet his old friend with open arms.

[Silevon 497]

"NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Hunwald cries loudly.

[meg 1994]

Elene looks around, confused.

 

"When did all these people get in the Castle?"

[Xerxes_XIII 2 200]

Haruki stares blankly up at his father Kais as he screams to the aether, head tilting slightly as he wanders back inside, asking a maid to retrieve some medication for his Father.

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

Kaelys sits by a fire, located in an unknown location. He picks his head up as someone approaches, one who works for him. He nods to the man, speaking:

 

 

"What do you have for me?"

 

The man replies 

 

"Zhe Boiendl iz Dead."

 

Kaelys Nods once more, allowing the spy to return back to work. Kaelys shrugged, he didn't really hate Boiendl to the point of death but he could not pity him. He likely brought this on himself.

 

 

((BOIENDL WHYYYYY!? NOOOOOOOO! Q_Q))

[Timmeh! 154]

Rose frowns as she hears the news "Farewell old friend, never got much of a chance too speak with you without you trying to marry me..."

(( How can you kill of boiendl hes a legend D: ))

[Shadeleaf 1022]

((I didn't even know this character... but the poem and the music....    damn in!!!! NO TEARS!))