The Death Of Jonathan Black

[TornadoWatch 364]

Jonathan Black stands before the Northgate, watching as the North stretches forth, taking its tendrils of corruption and wrapping them around the Gate. Lava pours from crevices in the ice, and the light in the building is snuffed out.

 

It was over; the North was coming to take Greywynn. His Emperor, Horen V, was gone. Godfrey was gone too. Uthor, his uncle and friend, had left. His wife had left him. There was truly not much else to live for, at least for him; he had a decent enough run, but it was time to end this. He couldn't stop the North, but he could get the last laugh. They would not get his castle; they would lord over rubble and ash. It was time to end it.

 

He takes a torch, walking into Greywynn, going into the highest room - His own room. He takes a deep breath and runs the torch along the wooden floor. Before long, a fierce fire spikes up, The supports holding up Greywynn catch aflame, and before long the entire Castle collapses in on itself.

 

Jonathan Black stands, smiling as the roof caves in on him.

 

Yep, that's it. Bye.

[Stag 3234]

[[ I had fun collapsing it! It is quite the maze of a ruin. People should go explore and check it out.

 

 

Edit: Thanks Vol! ]]

Edited July 8, 2013 by Brandnewkitten
Edited for not using parathesis! Please use brackets / spoilers when necessary.

[MetaSolaray 242]

"Another one falls to the north..." That was all the whisper he could afford his old friend, from times over the sea did a friendship that never made sense to any but those who were involved. As his eyes watched over the ashes of his former friend's hard work he didn't think of any sad or poetic justice. For some reason he felt such a saying would only get him called an ass or whatever sort of accord that Jonathan would feel was perfect for him. "No matter what anyone said, our children will speak of how Jonathan Black got the final laugh. Only those who truly worked deserved the fruit of his labor, and in a world where none worthy hold such an title it all goes up in flame." A crackle in the icy winds of the north was heard as he clicks his fingers; a crack in the ice of an otherwise silent night. 

 

Corruption, idealism, and finally many men's hours of work taken over so quickly, "To believe that the leaders of our world would depart us in our greatest time of need. At least some stayed to go down in a blaze of glory." With that he pulls out a simple blade, driving it into the ground as he glares off towards the north. "I'll pay you one last respect Jonathan, you were one of the few who ever gave me a challenge. When victory finally belongs to us I'll make sure to give my regards. For now, blood will be shed." His eyes narrow, cold and hungry for the future. Diana sweeps over the land as she lands on his shoulder baring a letter from his wife. Scanning over the message he almost grinned at the normal life of Starah; his adopted child getting into trouble again as he turns to leave. "And if you think dying is an excuse to miss my wedding, don't think I won't come to the afterlife one day to kick your ass. I expect to see you there anyways."

[Samson Option 9652]

The coffin of the First Hochmeister Gaius Marius rumbles, the Dreamscape opening up and reaching for Jonathan Black's soul; the Hochmeisters standing in a ghastly procession. Jonathan Black was welcomed as they stood distraught and erect in eternal slumber, simply being one of them.

 

 

 

 

[youlovesocks 652]

Han looks up into the knight sky. A dark cloud of smoke arising from Greywyn to block out the moonlight. Despite the Flay's and their battles with the Teutons, Han kneels down in respects to the lost in the collapse.

 

"May the creator be with you. Rest with Augustus."

[mylimo7 409]

"Good,

Now you won't have to face William's tyranny."

[Shadeleaf 1024]

Standing  after the bridge to Greywynn, Arzota watches the castle collapse and the tendrils ensnare the Northgate, shaking some from the cold. Watching multiple people go by, and into the ruin, he shakes his head, turning his attention to the completely wooden bridge front of him. With a breath he draws from the void, a strained smile on his face as the air shimmers within his downturned left palm.

"The real question... is if we let the south in, at risk of letting the North out..." he trails off, clenching his fist a small flame erupts a few inches from his hand. "Perhaps It would be better letting all crumble, if not for a few more weeks of safely." he mutters, stepping forward and raising his hand, the flame swelling as his steps weaken.

 

"Oi!" a voice comes, shattering the near silence, and there after Arzota's concentration, Panting he turns to see the source. "Oi darkeh! Ye know wot' 'appened ere'?" a stout dwarf gruffly states, two others following behind him, a boy and an adult, cloaked in pure white robes, and electric blue eyes. With a sigh, Arzota began to explain the situation... all the while, the notion of keeping Anthos safe playing through his mind... if only for the sake of Black's sacrifice.

[Knox213 10]

*over watches the burning keep from the village of Krelta.* 

"Can this day get any worse?" 

[Ever 2648]

 

"I've... seen things you people wouldn't believe... [laughs] Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those... moments... will be lost in time, like [coughs] tears... in... rain. Time... to die..."

[Galendar 631]

*Alexanders face holds a look of confusion, the man who made him a knight was dead... then again, after all he did to Allison, he smiled.*

"You ******* bastard... May you rott in the pits of the nether..."

*he turns from greywyn, riding away*

[Timmeh! 154]

Emma stood outside of Greywynn after the fall, she stared straight forwards into the rumble of the ashes as tears ran down her face, she said nothing but stood their for a very long time, mourning the loss of her still husband, Jonathan Black.

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On the other hand, Allison throws a party !

[Galendar 631]

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On the other hand, Allison throws a party !

*Alexander sits in the corner of the room, a smile remaining plastered on his face, but, takes a moment to honor the legend of a man he once knew, Jonathan Black... when he practiced chivalry.*

[K00l 72]

*Allison blinks, watching Alexander ride away on his man-pony from a nearby tree.*

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Quavinir Signus smiles at the news of his old nemesis Jonathan burning down his own castle, and killing himself. "Not only an eediot, a zaeslous jerk, a murderer, but also a traitor.... Deserves eet... Veesh I could have vaved to heem as he left..." Quavinir chuckles at the thought of doing such a thing, and returns to his work, mindful of what his enemy's demise might mean.
 

[Lark 2227]

Lark turns from his anvil at the sound echoing from the Teuton lands and thinks to himself, "It looks like Lord Carrion is the King in the North after all." He turns back to his anvil and realizes he made a cross by accident. He mutters understand his breath, "Damn Teutons" and tosses the cross onto the workbench to be used for a later project. He walks inside his workshop and takes a bottle of ale off an anvil and sees if there is any left. "It looks loike I'm drinkin' to ya' Teutons..." He drinks the remainder of the ale and wonders what happens next.