The Final Speech.

[FalconByte 156]

Amongst the crowd of noblemen, Athirius Owl the Second stands with his brother, squire, godfather and several cousins. He stands speechless, paying no attention the world around him. He thinks of how the man who he squired for, the man who he guarded from day to day, the man who he would lay down his life in service for, the man who his father had also served to his dying day, and the man who now, lay dead. His hand slips onto the hilt of his knife, an old reflex. He then goes to draw it and plunge it into the flesh of the first person he sees. Luckily his godfather, all too familiar with Athirius's old habbits reaches out and subtly grasps the knight's wrist before staring him straight in the eye. Thorenir shakes his head at Athirius, who quickly snaps out of his daze-like state and gives his godfather a sharp nod. As Thorenir steps back from him, Athirius takes a deep breath and tries not to fall into what Thorenir used to refer to as his 'primitive state of mind'. On their way back from Abresi to the Owlswood, Thorenir stuck close to Athirius, stopping him several times from plunging a blade between the plates of Arhadir's armour. He was one of few that knew of Athirius's 'problem', and it had to stay as so. Athirius had lost yet another person whom he had grown attached to, and his godfather knew if would be quite a few weeks yet before these slips of mind stopped...

 

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Far from Oren at the Monk's Temple, an aged man with white hair and a flowing beard comes to learn of the passing of Emperor Godfrey Horen. Upon hearing the news, he knew it was time, to make his return...

*Arhadir spent most of his time here following Athirius around with most of the other house Owl members. Arhadir never noticed any sort of attempted attack on him as he dosn't know Athirius dark secret.*

[Scipp3r 451]

Long live Emperor Horen!

[Gunner 775]

 

Chet waves his hands side to side

[Mish_ 101]

Ike hears of this saddened a bit, a single tear flows from his face. He instantly swats it off, and says "DEATH to Oren!"

[Silevon 497]

Hunwald, one of the many commoners still in the crowd, rubs his eyes. "Ah 'fink 'e should become a saint 'er somefin'," Hunwald speaks to a group of fellow men who all seem to agree. "An' 'oren dunnae' seem tha' bad. Though 'is woife wus murdered da ovah' day. Feel bad fee 'im. Maybe I should bring 'im a present."

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Quavinir sighs, walking away from the speech, a tad bit daiisappointed that it was not something that would ever effect him "Good reedahnce..." he mutters, than walks away...

[Z3r05t4r 855]

"Rest peacefully and relieved of your duty, uncle."

 

A single sentence Silus speaks, solemnly, watching from afar, only for Godfrey.

 

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Somewhere a falcon screams, his call being answered by another one. One with a purple necklace, the other with a strangely familiar green-golden one.

 

"Forgive me I have disappointed you. Forgive me that I was unable to remain at your side to the end. I have been watching and waiting, hoping. Yet we meet at last. Time gives and time takes, your Imperial Majesty. Forgive me my failure..."