An Oldman's Time

[Scipp3r 451]

It’s a dark evening in the capital of the Holy Oren Empire, the citizens are fast asleep and the taverns are quiet. As rain begins to drop steadily on the grand city of Abresi, the winds grow quicker and a faint whistle is heard as they rustle the trees. A light flickers within the manor of House Denims-Therving and a figure, wise, aged and loved sets down his quill for the last time, letting the ink run down the page. He turns to his bed and slowly makes his way to it, putting a quaint portrait of Boiendl Silverblade on his night stand.

Boiendls portrait rests coldly next to Patrick, a solemn reminder of his final days. Patrick smiles lightly, remembering the fond times, the laughs, the smiles and the tears. He reaches out and touches the picture lightly whispering

“Do ye remember when we first met, Boiendl? We were full of youth, ready to take life by it’s ears and toss it to the side. I was but a simple guardsman, and you... you were a High Judge, already where I wished to be.”

A faint voice is heard as the winds blow outside

“I remember.....how could I forget... you had one ploughin’ eye...”

Patrick chuckles faintly and blows on Boiendl’s picture, cleaning whatever dust is on it. He reaches out, putting his hand on the paintings cheek, remembering the times that once were.

“I admired to be like you... old friend, a High Judge, noble and in a respected family, you were my inspiration, my mentor and  my dearest friend.” A tear rolls down Patricks cheek “Boiendl, I do not know what my life would be like without you, you have taken the worst of times for me and turned them into the best, you got me up and dusted me off in times of uncertainty, you guided me through the dark tunnels of the Nether, you were my brother.”

Patrick retracts his hand from the painting and looks up at the ceiling, touching his own face. His fingers stumble across his wrinkled and worn skin as he takes out a pocket watch with the initials B.S. on the back. He checks the time for a final time before removing his monocle, setting it down on a neatly folded paper, stamped with the seal of House Denims-Therving.

“My skin was once as soft as a baby’s bottom, my hair was once black as night and my spirit was once as full as a young lad setting off into the new world. I was once that young lad, setting out into the abyss and the unkown, each step I took as this young man, I made it count. Every breath, every beat of my now stone heart, I made it count. It is now my time to allow for another young lad to make his mark, to let his every waking minute count. Whatever comes next... whatever I shall see and whoever I shall meet.... I say this Boiendl Silverblade, old friend, we shall meet once more, in the skies above where our troubles are gone and our days endless.”

Patrick closes his eyes, taking Boiendls picture and holding it to his chest.

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The sheet of paper that was so neatly folded reads

Dear Reader,

As your eyes wander this sheet of paper and you look upon my cold body remember something. Remember that I have served this realm and the people of it longer than I can imagine, but it is now time to depart.  I hope,  that my presence in this realm has done more good than bad.  I  hope that I have made more friend than foe in my long years. My last wish is to buried in the same grave as my friend, Boiendl Silverblade. May those who find this piece of paper, follow through with what I am about to say or not, either way, know that I, Patrick Denims-Therving regret all that I have done to hurt those that I swore to hold dear.

-Patrick Denims-Therving

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To my grand cousin, Throdo Therving

I bequeath upon you my diamond cane, I know that you will find it more than useful in your later years. 

To my dear friend, Gideon Silverblade

I leave you my crown and all those titles that go with it, this being “King of Holm.”

 

To my dear friend, Mizu Silverblade,

I leave you with my plethora of Mistresses and Bodyguards. You also get my turtle collection.

To Godfrey Horen,

I leave you the impact I made on this Empire, I have given you all that I can afford and all that I possess. I have thrown my life at your feet. But I must apologize deeply to you, for I do not believe that I was around enough to put Throdo Therving on a wise path.

To House Loken,

Do not touch my dead body, do not go near my funeral. Unless Graviel apologies for taking my damn eye in Galahar.

To my son Podrik,

I grant you my primary title, the duchy of Corpathia and all of it’s counties, may it serve you well and may you rule as a fair and just duke. A letter sent in the past to the Emperor will ensure that you are protected. You also get the late Saint Boiendl’s wardrobe.

To my son Thomas,

You are to be sent to Lord Carrion to become a ward and train under him until your twenty first name day. If You are lucky, mayhaps your uncle, Throdo, will bestow upon you ‘Lord of Alstion’

I have one last wish, dearest friends, dearest family, I wish that I am to be buried with Saint Boiendl Silverblade, it was a wish both he and I shared.

As you finish reading the will, a faint rustle is heard echoing through the halls of the manor “Always remember what I’ve done....”

[Jay Lenos 384]

*a tear falls down his face as he day dreams of all the fun that him and Patrick have had in there lives*

"God bless this man and all he lives for."

[Silevon 497]

When Hunwald hears of the death of Patrick, his face is just as my avatar is.

[Sultan 3953]

A scribe walks in with a sealed letter he gives it to Godfrey, opens the letter slowly, he reads whats in it sighing.. 

 

''Farewell friend.. I assume you could not live without the lose of our other friend.. It seems our time has come we have become old, unwanted and not much is left to do mayhap our children shall carry on our legacy.. I shall join you soon.'' he looks at his old face in the mirror while saying that. Sighs once more ''Your name shall go down in history Patrick one that was by my side started this Empire.''

[Semperosa 12]

Adam de Valletta sighs, and wishes he'd milked the old man more in Kalos

 

"May he rest in peace."

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Magnus Loken, the last of the Lokens, a Dread Knight now lets out what can be faintly recognized as a laugh, his voice like two rusted and mismatched cogs grinding on each other as a cultist reads it to him in the Fortress of Traitors

 

"Goodbye friend... If only... We could... Have met.... Again... You were a... Good soul... And the best... Mortal friend I... Could have ever had..."

 

Magnus takes the letter from the cultist, shoing him against the wall in the process, the cultists cracking his head on the stone, Magnus pins it to his wall, and makes a mental note

[Avacyn 1712]

Marcus crosses the lorraine in front of himself, kneeling in solemn, silent recognition of what has transpired before him.

 

"He was a rustler to his dying day."

[Snake Plissken 637]

A scribe walks in with a sealed letter he gives it to Godfrey, opens the letter slowly, he reads whats in it sighing.. 

 

''Farewell friend.. I assume you could not live without the lose of our other friend.. It seems our time has come we have become old, unwanted and not much is left to do mayhap our children shall carry on our legacy.. I shall join you soon.'' he looks at his old face in the mirror while saying that. Sighs once more ''Your name shall go down in history Patrick one that was by my side started this Empire.''

 

Athirius the Second sits to the side of the empty throne room as Godfrey comments on the letter he had just read. "Old men of Renatus... They're dropping like flies, my liege..." he sighs as he runs his polishing rag up and down the blade of his sword.