The End Of An Old Evil

[Braxis 813]

[heads up people you woulndt know if your not in my castle :P please read full Post or rp as the OP made it]]

Uthor slowly walks up to his throne seeing the now passed on old man and the book. Uthor slowly takes it and reads it frowning heavily as he does so. He looks up to the dead Boiendl as he lets go a depressed sigh. Then looking at the will reading it outloud to Elene and other Silverblades in the room, and Denims the royal bum of his castle as he looks up finished reading saying.

"Rest in peace grandfather"

[Jay Lenos 384]

*Tears slowly begin to fill Gideon's eyes as he remembers the days when Boiendl taught him how to pick up ladies*

[Kaiser 2347]

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[Seventh / Ryan 93]

*Boiendl is seen in the distant sunset, alongside a familiar figure.*

 

*The figure extends his hand, and Boiendl takes it gladly. They begin to walk towards the sun - in unity, and finally together.*

 

*The figure puts his arm around Boiendl revealing the face of Richard Horen.*

 

"We are together forever, now. You and I..."

 

--Seventh

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

Smiles looking over at Richard, kissing him on the cheek he walks into the sunset with him, hand in hand. Thinking to himself "I told them I ploughed Richard Horen."

[º Gamer9726 º 6]

((D: I swear I knew what this thread was as soon as I saw the title and author...))

 

Tychar Silverblade listens to his family member, Uthor, read the letter out loud. He did not know Boiendl very well, having only just rejoined the family, but it still hurts to lose family. 

 

"Rest in peace," he murmurs, sighing. "I did not know you very well personally, but I did know of you. You were a good Silverblade."

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Laila sighs as she hears the news. Even if he was a strange old racist, she could not help but feel sad that he has passed. "Farewell, my favorite old racist." she whispers softly.

[LedZep98 198]

Several months later, far, far out at sea, Adam sits on the deck of his skiff, grey and aged, looking over to see his brother, fast asleep on the bow. He looks back as he sees a familiar looking bird on the horizon - his old owl. It lands by his side on the skiff, a parchment in hand sent by his son. He opens it up to read, a solemn look appearing on his face.

 

"I see..." He mutters, sitting still for a moment in thought. He looks over to the other end of the deck where his chest and wardrobe lie. He stands, making his way over, opening the chest. As he looks down there lie his old formal attire, as radiant as the day it was stitched by Boiendl's hand. He smiles, taking up the suit and throwing it on. He moves over towards the wheel of the ship, standing tall and proud in the suit, looking off to the horizon as his brother awakens.

 

"Adam, what the bloody hell are you wearing?"

He glances down that the suit, his solemn smile appearing once again.

"Oh, it's nothing..."

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

As time passes on, news of a crazy old man's death reaches the gentle hills of Lenfarthing. Though not many of the Halflings care, there are a few who grieve for their dear old friend Tibb Two of the War Uzg. Not many living in Anthos today will know or understand what that means, but for those who do, they bring pleasant memories. They are not memories of a bitter, resentful, withered man, but a lively old chap, and better yet a friend. He will not be forgotten soon by those Hobbitfolk who had the pleasure of meeting him.

[Haelphon 407]

Haelphon has heard the news, and sits in his tower, looking at the last gift Boiendl gave him- a swan feather quill.

 

(( mah swan nu ;-; ))

[Bashar al-Assad 120]

A single tear drops from Guy's pudgy face.

[Esterlen 4499]

((Brb cutting wrists))

[Avacyn 1712]

i quit))

[Mirtok 2853]

*Mirtok wipes a single tear from his eye after hearing the latest news . . . a broad grin on his face as he looks over the Blackmont demands unto his House. Another note comes via the hands of a courier, one marked with an imperial seal. Mirtok stifles himself for a moment in order to read the contents of the letter, only to have yet another tear fall from his eye . . . and a grin reappear across his face . . .

 

*With the letter clenched in hand, Mirtok makes his way towards North Gate where the sounds of merriment and ale drinking can be heard echoing from the windows up high. He moves towards the large, heavy wooden doors of the gate and opens them just enough for his body to fit through. The chatter stops and all eyes snap at him, the soldiers all awaiting the Hochmeister's next words . . .

 

"Boiendl is dead."

 

*He scans his eyes across the rooms at the silent faces and in a quick movement, Mirtok pushes the two wooden doors open to reveal massive kegs of ale, all ready for the plunder . . .

 

"Drink up boys!"

 

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*The hall once more erupts into cheers and clanking of ale mugs and the men rush out to collect the fresh drink.

[IrishPerson 693]

James Valkrae shrugs lightly as he hears the news. 

 

"At least he can't look through my window when I'm with a girl anymore,"