The Emperor's Final Command

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

Henry Horen the Second carries Boiendl Silverblades body on his back. He walks up to the helm of the ship and nods to his first mate. "Yes Grand Admiral."

[Z3r05t4r 855]

Silus is watching from his office, a face of certain resignation and desperation on his face.

 

"There goes the Black Dragon. Amongst him many men, great and foolish. Who will lead this nation of ours now...?"

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

Balian Valois walks onto the boats, hoping to see his mother and father waiting to great him. As he steps on he thinks to himself:

 

"Alexander and Silus better not be here. Nobheads so they be."

[Baconthief 682]

Khel smirks at the news of the exodus. He speaks to his Orenian companion who shared the news with him

 

"Wonderful, now justice will finally meet the run away elves who also sailed away decades ago. May the hammer of fate purify the taint of Koylat and his false elves"

[Telanir 6975]

Farmer Billy Bob stands at the railing, his muddy sleeves dripping on the cold stone below him.

His eyes well with tears as he must bade farewell to his trusty "gurds".

 

"Mey yur puckets beh ulwehs fill wiff taturs!"

[bickando 3967]

Darek Althered stands at the dock, one of those who stayed behind. He salutes, and a thin smile shows on his lips as he says "I shall meet you again in the next life, but until then, may the Creator guide you."

[Kardel 1054]

Kardel knew all along, that one day Oren would use the scourge beyond the wall against them, after all, why shouldn't they? They commanded it, the greatest stronghold in the realm, the wall that held back the scourge that would end both dwarves and men, elves and kha, orc, halflings, and all of the free people of anthos. 

 

"Deir scourge will nae mayke me bend. Da undead did nae, dis mere force will nae eidder"

 

Kardel looks at the stacks of wood hidden inside the endless caves beneath the alchemist's guild, and frowns "Toime ta get ta werk, ships an' walls nae build demselves."

[Bircalin 332]

The musky aroma of mountain herbs being burned to a crisp seeped through the elder wood walls around Bircalin, the Evarir of the Lumidrim.
In his late, comfortable clothing exempt from the restrictions of his armour, he sat with pipe in-hand and his feet propped up against the rim of the table ahead of him, using the soles of his shoes to gently usher his chair back and forth. Small ringlets of wispy smoke trailed from between his lips as he rocked to and fro, the welcoming scent of pipeweed easing his conscience as the news had carried itself to him earlier.

War maps littered the table before him, though his focus was upon the ceiling; watching as time trudged by at a sluggish pace. A light frown furrowed itself into Bircalin's brow as his mind was racked with the thought of what he deemed total cowardice by the people who deemed themselves 'sons of dragons.' It seem surreal, for them all to leave. However suspicion would only get him so far so late at night. For now, he must wait for the eye of the storm to pass.

[Proddy 2415]

Ford Stafyr watches, sat on his father shoulder. He waves goodbye the the men and women, wondering what lies ahead for them*

[Heff 2460]

Bod watches the ship leave. He takes down notes and then heads towards Urguan.

[Redbaron™ 690]

"The bloody Cravens.  Horen is nothing like his father, rumors must of been true he was baseborn to act so cowardly." Lancel says as his weary eyes watch the ship leave with the friends and foe.

[Aetosion 2062]

As Edward Winter II stood on the Cintran mountains in Kaedrin, looking out over the forests of Malinor to the North, a chilling breeze cut into his skin. He shivered, not from the cold itself, but from something else.

[Altiak 1648]

Jason Clamedeus stands rigidly on the deck of King Peter's ship, gazing at the land looming away from him. A smile flickers on the features of his face, as he recalls distant memories. The endevaours he had with the Rose ran through his head, and it saddened him to depart from his home. For, this was the place where he met his beloved, gave his vows, and spent the happiest moments of his life. 

 

But, a grin soon became present on the veteran knight's face, because he was not alone. As he glanced behind him, all of the men he adressed as brothers stood there, tall and proud. They chuckle as they wave at the land, that draws away from them, ever so slowly. And when Jason shifts his gaze to the left, his wife, Adrienne, offered him a smile, leaning on his shoulder. And in her arms, she held a baby, that possessed the looks of his father, and the eyes of his mother. 

 

A small, barely apparent tears rolls down Jason's cheek, something that was never witnessed, by neither friends, nor family. He heaves his shoulders up, pecking his wife's cheek gently, and lowering his head to plant a kiss on his son's forehead. Jason's life was complete, he had dutifully served the Rose with everything he had in him,enduring all pain and striking down all those who opposed the undeafeated order. Now, he departed with the Empire he loved so dearly, alongside his family, and friends.

 

The undyingly obedient soldier, the man from Hanseti, the Knight of Courage, the warrior who possessed the strongest of will, had now left Anthos, with a triumphant attitude.

[Rivk Zavadsky 700]

*As Rick arrives at Ard Kerrack he thinks a moment and talks to himself* Wait... *walks over to where the old Dreadfort was and looks at the North mountains* That's what will happen, there is no hope for Anthos, the beings in the North will be to powerful. We will struggle, I have to leave... *runs to his barracks gathering food, and belongings and drags a boat with two paddles going to the docks putting the boat in the water, paddling off* Goodbye Anthos, and may the Creator help ye'. *tries to find the ships*

[Ventraux- King of the Rose 60]

Troen Venta stands aboard King Peter's ship with his head held high, the knowledge that the white rose is alongside him bringing him comfort in theses troubled times.

 

Ventraux runs along the deck of the ship, confirming that everything is in order. He leans against the railing, watching as the men go about their business, he mumbles to himself, "800 years of this life... I've seen too many ships, too many worlds. First Aegis then the next... now where do we go? What distant shores do we head to hoping for some new fate? Nothing changes, one world to the next... all remains the same."