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    A Sword For Monsters

    in Anthos Roleplay Archive

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    Bran Volsung had been at work for the past few weeks, busy with the current state of Auvergne, helping strategise for the imminent battle against the dwarves, and he had been drafting a new set of laws for the great Kingdom of Kaedrin.

     

    He held the fine vellum in front of him as he placed the quill back into its ink pot, nodding with affirmation he laid it down to dry. There had been so much on his mind in the recent weeks; all manner of things from Thomas' infirmity, the war, idiotic knights that don't even follow the code. It always came back to that some, some form of disappointment and it was mostly for petty reasons. The ink had a slight bluish hue, the vellum was a little wrinkled in the edge, someone had left his book open, and his studies made him weary from reading under candlelight. But he should be proud, he was a member of the glorious Order of the White Rose and a Lord of Kaedrin, there was nothing for him to be so concerned with, he was untouchable, absolutely no one could injure him in any shape or form.

     

    The ink had finally set in, and the day was winding to an end, all he needed now was to have the Lord Chancellor's approval.

     

    Gathering up the scroll and anything else he might need he headed toward Hadrien's office. Hadrien and him and been friends since Krak du Rhoswen, and that was where he had met him. Although most of his memories in Krak were regretful, he did find some memorable. Such as the time when he and Hadrien scorned Mordie for trying to steal one of his inventions. There was a great respect for him, and although some found Hadrien's advice to be nothing more but for his own gain, he was actually normally write on things. The thing he regretted the most was not taking his advice in Krak, and going through with possibly the most embarrassing thing he had ever done. But that was all in the past now and he liked to think he had atoned for that already, he was a fool before, but now he was different.

     

    Finally reaching Hadrien's study he knocked on the door beckoning for Hadrien's response. After no response he opened the door.

     

    He dropped the vellum and all his belongings. Bran had always been rather reserved and kept most things to himself, so he turned and closed the door. Bran paced toward the now deceased Hadrien de Sarkozy, with a wrinkle of his nose from the unbearable smell.

     

    Bran felt something deep within him, a pang of something he had not felt in quite a while. He withdrew the bloodied sword and laid it on the table. Reaching into the frill of his coat he found a white handkerchief. Bran for once was unsure of what to do, so he wiped the blood off Hadrien's neck and sat him upright. Reluctantly he found a napkin on Hadrien's desk, and with as a woeful gesture he closed Hadrien's eyes and place the napkin over his face.

     

    Bran gathered up his belongings and opened the door, walking out to announce to all that Hadrien de Sarkozy, his old friend had passed away.

     

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    Shortly after announcing the news Bran withdrew himself to his chambers and locked the door behind him. His friend had died and like the usual him, he wanted to be alone and grieve by himself.

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