Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 19, 2013 14:39:13 GMT -5
Tahlem walked with them remaining silent. His parents were already gone and it left him..very alone. So he opted to not speak until they reached the funeral home. He gave the lawyer one glance and gave him a small nod, turning to the prince.
" Let us see what the General wanted..the proceedings will begin soon." He sighed. " I will arrange anything his will required, heavens know, i miss that man." He simply said, steeping aside to allow Tybersa by to open the will herself. It should be the Battle Falcons daughter to read his last wishes.
When Jarvan noticed the lady's heavy grieving he placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her. "Easy now, your father would hate to see you like this. Let us see what your father wanted." He then stands up perfectly straight and in a noble way. Even though he was hurt buy one of his general's deaths, he would not show it. He would grieve in his own way, away from everyone else.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Mar 21, 2013 8:18:03 GMT -5
Tybresa flinched as she felt the Prince's heavy hand weight on her shoulder - despite Jarvan's good intention, this act had ignited a small spark of rage in Tybresa. She turned to look at him, though the only thing he would see would be her eyes, flickering with contained anger.
However, she raised her hand, placing it over his and gently brushing it off herself. She took a deep breath and raised her chin, walking towards the lawyer's desk. She spoke in a cold, almost defiant tone.
I would prefer if I were the one to read the General's will.
The lawyer arranged his glasses, seeming quite surprised by the turn of events. However, he slowly nodded his head.
If ... if you so wish, my lady.
He handed Tybresa the scroll sealed with the golden wax, the Farrister crest imprinted on it. She stared at it for a while before she finally broke the seal as gently as she could, rolling open the paper.
She began to speak loudly, the tone she would use when discussing issues with the Steward Council.
When the coughing began, I knew I couldn't be saved - my time on this earth would be done and soon enough I would finally join my beloved wife in the heavens. With that thought in mind, I, Bryce Farrister, General of Demacia's Military and loyal subject of King Jarvan Lightshield the Third, I write my last will under the great open sky, the kingdom of the falcons and my family's birthright.
She stopped, glancing at the lawyer and addressing him with a sharp tone.
You let him write his own will? Without assistance and alone? In a public space?
As she waited for an answer, she couldn't help a sad smile playing on her lips - this was something Bryce would've done, indeed.
(( breaking it down into several posts, just to make it more flexible ... ))
Jarvan became drawn back at Tybresa's sudden outburst. He admit that women scared him sometimes. One second they were fine and happy, the next they were enraged and ready to tear your throat out. He felt sorry for the man who got the most of the woman's wrath. The prince thought it would be best if he stood there and said nothing unless it was of the utmost importance. He listened carefully as she read the will, and he couldn't help but smirk when he heard of the man's loyalties. His general was a great man who did many great things for Demacia. Men like him are hard to come along, which is why Jarvan only selects a handful of generals.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Mar 23, 2013 11:41:38 GMT -5
Tybresa shook her head and spoke with a disappointed tone in her voice.
Never you mind that now ... Let us proceed with the will, then ...
She took a deep breath and read the first wish.
"To the brave and courageous men of Battalion 45 under the Standard of King Lightshield and my command, I leave each and every one of them the sum of two thousand gold, to use and spend as they wish. I have fought beside these men and women for years now, and there are no words to express how proud I was to have them under my command. It wasn't me who won the battles - it was them, with their brave hearts and conviction to die for their country and what they believe in. "
Tybresa paused for a moment before looking at the lawyer.
Do you need the list of the men and women under my father's battalion. I want my father's will to be carried out as fast as possible...
She pondered for a moment.
And double the sum - the coffers of Farristers will never run empty when it comes to rewarding the brave warriors of Demacia.
After hearing his departed general's first request, the tips of Jarvan's mouth perk up. This was usual of The Battle Falcon, he loved his men and took great care of them. "Yes, I can give a list of every person of Battalion 45 and their residences. That is very kind of you, you sound just like your father. He would be proud of the daughter he raised." He then resumed he look of seriousness as he awaited the rest of the will to be read.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Mar 25, 2013 14:43:58 GMT -5
Tybresa turned to look at Jarvan, a small smile curling on her lips. She had a glimmer of gratitude shining in her blue eyes. In the back of her head, she couldn't help but feel slightly guilty at how she reacted earlier to his sympathy. She agreed with herself, it was uncalled for to direct her anger at him ... it's not like she can blame her father's death on anyone ...
Or could she?
She closed her eyes in an attempt to clear her thoughts before she spoke out in a soft voice.
Thank you for your kind words and offer, my Prince ... but let us proceed further with ... with the General's will.
She took another breath, and proceeded to read out loud.
"For my second wish, I want to express my gratitude to the loyal and hard-working servants of House Farrister. And I'd like to name one of them, in special. Without my closest childhood friend and butler, Otis Sarvin, I don't think I could've gotten as far as I have within Demacia's high-class society. I leave him the meager sum of five thousand gold pieces, which cannot fully pay out the service and friendship he has granted me throughout all these years. You were there for me when I lost my parents, we signed up to the army together. Even though you hurt yourself and had to resign, you always sent me letters of encouragement to the battle field and I would send money to help you tend to your own family. Even though everyone declared me dead and gone and you had mourned me at the make-shift monument, you never lost your hope, that, perhaps, I might still be alive. When I finally came back, you were the first to meet me on the road and embrace me like a brother-in-arms, like a true brother. You were there when the King promoted me as a General, and you were my best man at my wedding. You were by my side when my little girl was born, and watched her grow up to be the great woman and lady she is now. All I could ask of my closest friend - my brother, is that to continue to watch over her for me. "
Tybresa went quiet - she felt her throat run dry, and her hands shake. Her father, dearest father, ever so noble, so thoughtful... he would never forget Otis, not even when he was dying. She looked at the lawyer, trying to make out some words, her voice clearly drowned by her emotions.
I ... make sure that ... make sure to give Otis ... to give Otis triple that amount. And ...
She hesitated. Perhaps, it wasn't wise to decide on that now. She would have to continue reading the will ...
She let out a sigh as she was gathering her composure - she felt herself shaking uncontrollably like a leaf. The room felt oddly cold around all of them, and the silence ... pressing.
Jarvan remembered The Battle Falcon speaking of a man named Otis. He spoke of the man as a dear friend and an equal. His general loved that man like a brother. The prince was not surprised that he was included in the man's will. "Your father had the utmost trust in Otis. Otis is the most faithful friend I have ever seen. He rivals even Garen's dedication to me. Even if your father didn't ask him to, he would still watch over you."
Now that he thought about it, he expected Otis to arrive at today's service. He made a mental note to himself to reserve a spot in the front for this man.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Mar 28, 2013 7:35:07 GMT -5
Tybresa shook her head, seemingly brushing off the Prince's remark. She felt herself lightheaded, but gripped tighter at the parchment of the will, slightly crumpling the edges. She had to finish what she started. With another deep breath, Tybresa continued to read what seemed to be the last wish of her father.
"As for my last and important wish, I wish for my daughter to inherit everything I have ever achieved in my life. Everything that was once mine, is hers - the manor, the wealth, the titles, Falcon's Wing ... everything. She can do with them as she pleases - move back to Demacia and become Lady Farrister or continue her work as the Senior Steward of the League of Legends - ... "
Tybresa stopped reading out loud, but her blue eyes darted over the will - this was her father's last letter to her, his last goodbye. She didn't want anyone else to see or hear it.
" ... whatever it is that makes her happy. You are a grown-up woman now - you now hold your life and happiness in your two hands, something I should have seen before. I don't know whether you did, but I never forgave myself for trying to force you to marry someone you haven't even met! I have done many things in my life - good things that I cherished, bad things from which I learned and walked away as a wiser man - but nothing could ever wash away that stain of regret for ever thinking that I could control your life - even if I thought it was for your best.
Tybresa, I can only hope you will forgive me. I can only hope you will think of me fondly, as the man that could have been a better father ... if I only knew any better. I can only hope that you will never forget who you are, my dear - the real you. You are neither falcon, nor nightingale. You know, that's something I've been thinking on for a while - I kept thinking about you being a hummingbird, but you're far stronger and beautiful to be one. Dove? Too fragile. Eagle perhaps, but I always found them too stuck-up ...
... right, this is supposed to be a will. That, my dear, is left for you to decide. I can only hope you will live happily in the path you chose for yourself. All I would ask is that you stay true to yourself - let nobody influence your decisions or change who you are. "
...
Everything seemed like a blur of slowed-down actions - one moment, Tybresa was reading the General's Will out loud, and now she found herself collapsed on her knees, wailing and sobbing as tears streamed down her cheeks underneath the cold, blackened veil covering her face. She was holding the parchment tightly to her chest, staining it with teardrops and crumpling it up in her hands, desperately hanging on to her father's last will and goodbye.
To hell with ladyship - she couldn't care less that even the Prince saw her break down so unceremoniously. A demacian lady does not cry, but what kind of person would she be not to cry over the loss of her parent?
She was the daughter of the Battle Falcon, after all.
(( .... arrrrgggh, sorry for the highly sappy and terrible writing, I can honestly say I feel quite depressed doing this... the feels! x_x My apologies. This would be the end of the will, hopefully I can get back to writing more seriously once we're past this. ))
Jarvan continued to listen to Tybresa's reading. He noticed however when she stopped mid sentence. He looked up to see her gripping the parchment far too tightly, and her eyes darting over it quickly. He didn't question her, for he thought this part was personal for her. He stood patiently and waited until she finished.
It startled the prince when she suddenly collapsed and began wailing. He didn't know what to do at this point. Most people would try to comfort them but, he didn't want to wrap his arms around her for fear that she would think he was taking advantage of her in her vulnerable state. So he settled with kneeling down next to her and placing one hand on her back. "There there, let it all out."
((Don't apologize, writing for emotional parts like this is hard. You did just fine. ^^))
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Mar 29, 2013 6:23:56 GMT -5
The lawyer quickly jumped from his seat and tried his best to gently pry the will from the woman's grasp, not wanting the will to be deteriorated should there be need of it for further events. Tybresa didn't oppose any resistance - she had let the will fall from her grasp as she continued to sob.
She shuddered as she felt a warm hand on her back and without a second thought, she turned towards the presence - which was the Prince - and simply wrapped her arms around him. She clung to him in her sorrow, her tears streaking down her cheeks and falling on his golden armor. She spoke out in a hushed whisper, drowned by her sobs.
I'm so sorry ... father, father... I'm so ... sorry.
Jarvan was infinitely surprised when the grieving woman suddenly latched onto him. "Oh. Uh..." He didn't know what to do at this point. After a few seconds of contemplating, he put one arm around her.
When the prince heard her apologizing to her father, he shook his head. "You don't need to apologize to him, your father is proud of you. You wouldn't believe how often he spoke of you. Constantly going over how amazing of a woman you had become."
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 30, 2013 2:28:51 GMT -5
Tahlem was otherwise silent with the proceedings, staying within the confines of his own head. He did not show any emotion on his face, mentally noting each of the generals requests. When she began to read a more..private section of the will, he showed surprise when she began to cry.
He quickly placed a hand on her shoulder as soon as she hugged the prince, offering his own condolences. "There is nothing to be sorry for, you are everything he could ever want. He spoke of you frequently and highly, you are everything he could ask for." He took a quick glance at the prince then back at her.
( Sergeant slow Reporting for post! Sometimes i am silent)
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Mar 30, 2013 12:00:45 GMT -5
(( I was beginning to think you grew bored and left the RP, Tahlem - glad to see you're back! ))
Tybresa simply shook her head as both the Prince and the General spoke words of comfort, still clinging to the Prince's form as she continued to whisper between sobs in an almost delirious state, her whole body shaking like a leaf.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry ...
She quickly let go of Jarvan and brought her hands to her face, trying her best to contain her sobs by covering her mouth. Tybresa could feel the whole world's weight bear down on her shoulders; whatever words were spoken to her were just sounds echoing hollowly in her head, hurting her eardrums - the thin, simple veil was beginning to make her feel like she's suffocating. With one shaking hand, she tore it off her head as she took several gasps of air.
The lawyer, who stood by watching helplessly as grief overcame Lady Farrister had finally managed to find his words.
G-Gentlemen, I think it would be best i-if you helped h-her up on the chair ... l-let her calm down.
An unknown voice called out from the door.
That would be the very best course of action, my lords.
At the door stood none other than Otis Savrin, Bryce's butler, childhood friend and right hand. He was dressed in a black mourning suit, though it seemed to be glistening with dampness; his hair was hanging droopingly over his forehead, the occasional water drop falling on the floor - no doubt, it began to rain outside and he was caught in the shower without an umbrella. Despite his simple appearance, the man had a straight posture and a blank, severe expression on his face. He walked closer to the group and bowed respectfully as he spoke in a monotone voice.
Otis Savrin, my lords, humble servant of the late General Farrister ...
When he straightened his posture, his eyes narrowed slightly, his expression tinged with a trace of sadness.
It seems I came too late for the reading of the will... my apologies for my delay, it was very unprofessional of me.
(( Don't mind me and my unpredictable writing, you guys, if you could play along for a couple of posts, I'll reveal what I have in plan with Otis' presence here... I love foreshadowing <3 ))
Jarvan, not wanting to be caught off guard, quickly stood up when he heard the new voice. A servant quickly approaches him and offers him a towel. He nodded his head when Otis told him to get her into a chair, he was glad to have a sense of direction and what to do. He was used of having order and purpose in his life, it was his comfort zone. The prince put his hands as carefully as he could manage under Tybresa's armpits and lifted her onto her feet. He then gingerly pushed her back until she was in range of the chair and set her down slowly.
Once she was safely seated, Jarvan turns to Otis. "You should of been informed of the reading of the will. The Battle Falcon had included a sum of money for you. He also asked a favor, for you to watch over his daughter." He looks towards her with a sympathetic look on his face, then he turns back to Otis. "She is in bad shape, would you be able to calm her down?" He says this last part in a whisper.
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