A White Rose Is Found.

[Minea 124]

: This thread is is relation to this here, read this first if you want the full and pretty cool story 

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/93991-the-end-of-a-white-rose/ 

 

 

Starke McHaryn turned to his men, all of them grim and silent in the morning fog. Without a word Starked turned and squinted to the north, the sea dead and silent, the small war sloop he was captaining unusually still. The only sounds were the waves gently lapping against the oaken hull. Turning to his second in command, Jon Owl, Starke spoke quietly, his gruff voice breaking the ominous silence.

"That's surely land Master Owl, although we won't be able to take her in, rough reef's line the shores."

 

Jon nodded his head slowly, without a sound, and turned to the crew and fellow wolvengard knights, giving the command to lower a small dinghy. 

"We'll go in on the dingy Lord McHaryn, but I would recommend going in full kit. This island... something isn't right."

 

Starke nodded, absent-mindedly strapping on his heavy bastard sword, chain mail softly clinking as him and three others climbed down into the dingy. Starke called up softly, instructing the remaining men to leave the island if something went amiss. The group in the dingy were quiet as they made their way to the island, and quiet still when the sound of wood scraping sand was heard, not a word was said as they all jumped out.

 

Starke spoke softly, the heavy fog still shrouding most of the island. 

"Something doesn't feel right lads, keep your blades ready and stay close".

The three knights did as instructed, constantly looking around at the unfamiliar terrain.

All of them were experienced soldiers, fighting throughout their lives under different masters, but even so the eery silence of the island was unnerving. Without a word Starke started down the beach, his men in tow, passing a corner a small flutter of cloth caught his eye. 

 

All four of the knights stopped, and as one removed their helms and bowed their heads. Starke walked slowly forward and dropped to a crouch, inspecting what lay before him. The dried skeleton of a man sat in front of Starke, lying in a slumped position. Looking closer Starke realised the man was wearing a rose tabard, and that his shrivelled hand still clutched a fine long sword.

 

Starke reached forward grabbing a scrunched leather package in the man's other hand, reading slowly, Starke spoke up.

"It seems the lad's name was Arthal Lowedge, I hated the roses, most adunians do, but I will nae doubt their courage and strength. No warrior deserves to die like this, let us respect him in death, and bury him where he lays. Might he have rest in the afterlife."

 

The knights bowed their heads before two of them started digging a grave quickley, the other standing guard with Starke. When the grave was dug, Starke grasped the long sword, its edges still sharp and gave the order to move out. The group made their way back to the waiting ship, all of them glad to be rid of the eery feel. Silence was their only companion as the ship and her crew departed.

 

 

[DelaneyG 1279]

Arthal Lowedge looks down at the Adunian Knights as they bury him. He frowns.

"Fuckin' scum couldn't even leave me where I died. The bastards, may they all rot on that shitehole called Anthos."

 

 

 

Arthal Lowedge then tries to figure out how to speak to the men, to tell them where to bring the sword.

[Minea 124]

Starke McHaryn was in the cabin of his war sloop, suddenly a strange spirit appeared and began ranting. 

 

*The Spirit of Arthal Lowedge summons himself down to the Knight who found him, struggling to stay in the overworld. He does so when the Knight is alone. Arthal begins to speak.*

 

"Now, I saw you found my sword. Woopdy fuckin' do for you. Now, to honor my dead body out th-"

*The Spirit stops talking a moment, and looks over his shoulder. He sighs."

"Fine dear, I'll ask nicely. Ploughin' wench."

*The Spirit looks back at the Adunian Knight.*

Now, good bastard Adunian. I request you find Rose Valois. Find her. Lovely lady. Find her, and give her that longsword, eh? I've left her with everything. My daughter, and I want her to have my old sword. Give her the Identification card too, eh? And do me a favour. Kick some of those shithead elves asses for me, eh? Ain't none of 'em are up here, but that's a good thing, I guess! Haha!"

 

*The Spirit fades away.*

 

Starke McHaryn sits quietly for a little bit, despondently almost before laughing loudly, while looking at the blade. T'was a fine weapon, silverblade smiths probably. He had no intention of doing as the spirit asked, the sword although rightfully the knight's daughters, had already done much evil at the hands of rose, or so thought Starke. He decided we would not speak of it, instead stowing it under his bed and sleeping on what to do. Perhaps he would give it, I mean its only right, he thought. But then again, she was the daughter of a rose! Sleep would definitely do him good.

[DelaneyG 1279]

After the encounter, he watches the man sleep from above. He speaks to himself.

 

"Bastid' better make the right choiiiiiice. Or I'mma go all Ghost Knight on his ass."

 

Arthal Lowedge smiles and waits, watching the Adunian like a hawk.

[spqrSancus 175]

Turri watches Arthal. A slight smile on her face. Her husband... ((Turns out some elves made it up, albeit most tend to go to Malin. Sancor is an example, albeit he chose a more reclusive part)) Well, she was half elf. More human than elf, in the end, she supposed.

 

Meanwhilst, down below, in Anthos, Jess, who actually STILL hasn't found her way to Rose Valois, albeit would be waiting amongst one of two places: the ruins of Gemglade, or the square of Abresi. Waiting for either Desmond or Rose. One or the other would be fine. She looks up, feeling a slight apprehension, before dismissing it as naught.

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.