Augustus Blackmont

[Coaster 2086]

A quiet day, the sun was shining, there was a light breeze that made the slight heat barely noticeable. The Dreadfort, a symbol of hate and oppression, violence and malice, almost seemed graceful in the rolling hills of western Oren. The citadel of evil was just as silent as the land around it, no cursing, or clanking of armor, or clash of swords. 

 

In his bed, surrounded by his commanders, family, and loyal soldiers, Augustus Blackmont laid. His breathing was steady and faint. His eyes were closed, bandanna lowered. In whispers, he spoke. He didn't know exactly how old he was, but it was old, perhaps too old. His entire life all he'd dreamed of was conquest, of fame, of fortune. In the end though, he'd always knew it'd come to this. In a bed, with not enough time. 

 

In his hand, he clutched the imperial edict declaring the disbandment of the Teutonic Order. At least he had lived to see that.

 

He'd been responsible for the deaths of thousands, for the maiming of more. So much grief and sorrow he had caused, for so little. It was the end, he knew, no way out. Death did not negotiate, or balk at threats. Death was the one thing he could not beat. Yet as he lay there, wasting away, feeling his old wounds begin to ache, Augustus could not help but feel at peace. He was proud of what he had accomplished, how much he had managed to do in such a comparatively small amount of time. If only he had been born an elf, he lamented. 

 

There would never again be a man like him, he knew. Never again such a scourge upon peace, or a bastion for corruption. It made him jut with pride. His faithful Captain, Drelik Letholdus, who had served with him for decades upon decades placed a hand gently on Augustus' shoulder. "I'll see you soon, M'lord". 

 

Augustus nodded. When he was a younger man, he had wanted his death to be glorious, forever immortalized in its heroics. He was content to be there though, in that bed, with those that cared for him around him. His wife came next, with his son in tow. The boy hated him, he knew, there was no compassion in those young green eyes. His wife Lorin, he would miss, he had to admit. He had cared nothing for her when they were first married, merely a tool for alliance. But she had been better to him than any woman he had ever known. He said his goodbyes and waved them on. They came and came, one by one, those who fought for him, with him, and once against him. The boy would continue what he had started. Though he despised his father, Tiberius was more like him than he knew. He would suit.

 

When the last had gone, only the select few remained. Slowly and with deliberation, Augustus replaced the bandanna that had defined him his entire life over his mouth and face. He would be buried with it. He was ready now. Somehow, he felt ready to face eternity, whatever punishment or underworld was in store for him. He hoped his brothers were there.

 

With one last great sigh, Augustus Blackmont, once known as August Flay, first being known as "Prince", passed away in his keep of the Dreadfort with his family and companions surrounding him, of advanced age. So ends his story, as a new one begins.

 

((I'd hoped to stick around for a while longer, but I've no time for a ban appeal. As much as I hate to admit it, LoTC has carried me through a large portion of my life. As an 18 year old independent, I've decided that there isn't time for games anymore. The circumstances of my ban are shady at best, and while I could easily refute most of what I was banned for (With evidence) I think now is as good as time as ever to say my goodbyes. I don't want people to remember me for being a good roleplayer, or a competent leader, but rather as a friend (For those that I consider my friends). I've met fantastic people that I'm sad I probably won't ever talk to again, but life is all about making connections and sometimes moving on. It's been almost two years since I first joined the server and for two years, I've had a pretty good time. You people I'll miss know who you are, butmore than that I hope I've done my part on LoTC as a player, and someone who helped make it what it is today. I won't be logging into skype, or going into Teamspeak, or trying to be unbanned, or playing other games very often so consider this my final goodbye to almost all of you. P34c3))

[Rhia 936]

(( Love you Coaster! Best of luck with everything! Keep in touch <3 ))

[Galendar 631]

((I may not have known u personally but do take care. Your rp was good from what I saw and I hope u do well in life. Adios~))

[Silevon 497]

Hunwald breaks down in tears, tears enough to flood Oren three times over. 

 

"R-I-P in peace, A-G Beatz."

 

((For the lil' time I knew you, you had to be one of the chillest dudes I've ever met. GG and GL with life.))

[Polgrath 215]

Rumors of the Blackmont leader's death reach Polgrath's ears. He reflects upon the many injustices suffered at the hands of Flay men, the raids upon his own friends. But his anger turns calm upon reflection.
"The old fell-spawn may have been the grandest son of a ***** in three realms, but by Ariel did he have the guts to take what he wanted, I hope the Nether can handle him."

[Komodo 140]

Ser Woods lowers his own bandanna, placing at his heart in reverence to his lord.

 

"And now my debt is done," he softly muttered, looking on at the man that taught him so much.

 

((You're going to have a place in my memories Coaster, and in those of a lot of the people you met on this server. I owe you a good deal I feel, for letting me into the Flays straight off of the server application. Thanks for being a good leader, a great bro, and best yet, an awesome friend. I wish you the best for the rest of your days. Good bye.)) 

[Jay Lenos 384]

*Gideon sits by himself as he cries*

[Aislin 4354]

((Peace Coaster. Stay out of jail. It's the best advice I can give.))

[SirSnowMan 318]

After saying his goodbyes, Scav sits in his room, his hands placed onto his head in grief. No clue what to do with his life, he drinks his sorrows away.

 

((Thank you Coaster for allowing me to have the most fun and best rp the server could provide. Everyone will miss you, and I wish you the best of luck.))

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

Xander slumps down onto a nearby chair, frozen with shock. The man who had taught him so much, the man who give him a purpose was gone. Xander was nothing but a scumbag bandit however he looked to the young heir to lead Blackmont into its glory days as August once did.

[LeRenardNoir 413]

((luv u n miss u))

[Niso 91]

bye

[SteelMarshall 190]

A man stood on the hill, sighing into the breeze.

 

"He was a god among men."

[Nononymous 306]

((See ya' bud. Sad to see ya' go. ;( Best of luck to you. ))

[TornadoWatch 364]

Only a few meters away from the Dreadfort lies Castle Greywynn. It is several days after Augustus' death; the sun has set and a quiet, peaceful night has descended on Castle Greywynn. Jonathan Black is sitting in his office. Below, sariants furiously 'pack-up' Castle Greywynn; various goods are put into carts and crates to be shipped off to the Emperor. Black himself, however, simply looks out the window, watching all this and thinking. The war was doubtlessly to come to a close now. The Blackmonts would not dare attack the Emperor's personal land, and furthermor-

 

There is a quiet knock on the door as a messenger enters.

 

"Hochmei- I mean, Jonathan Black? Augustus Blackmont is dead."

 

Jonathan nods quietly without turning his head; the messenger leaves the room, quietly shutting the metal door behind him. The former Hochmeister smiles a bit, his suspicions confirmed. Augustus Blackmont was truly dead; dead. Not just slain on the battlefield to be revived by the heretical influence of the Monks. Dead. He would almost miss the old bastard, and would call him a worthy opponent if he weren't such an endless annoyance.

 

He chuckles to himself, somewhat amused. Augustus Blackmont was dead; in all likelihood, Mirtok Denurem was as well. It seemed like a fitting end to the age-old Blackmont and Sariant rivalry; both leaders died. No one truly won in war, after all. Then again, all things considered? He had gotten out of the whole incident rather well.

 

((Rest in peace, I guess. I couldn't hate you more from an IC perspective, and we hardly saw eye to eye OOCly, but you are hardly the worst person I've had to deal with; I'm not going to hold a grudge on an online game. Enjoy your life.))