Benjamin's Last Journey

Benjamin Journey: April 1rst, 276 AC-April 1rst, 306 AC

The Bards Thesis

With what used to be an invincible spirited man, was now a bard of puzzled and incomplete pieces. Within this dark and lonely cell, he awaited death.

He was burned and wounded, yet, completely unphased by his injuries. He had lost his foot, his love, and now, soon to be his life. With one final inviting smile, he motioned to stand, awaiting at the cells heavy and harsh door.

As Wyland entered his dark and gloomy cell, he looked him up and down, his features faltered to that of a blank expression. He nodded, signaling that he understood.

Following Wyland with Urijah in tow, the faces he passed were all too familiar to his gaze. Ironically, all were friends to him, then again, it was quite rare to come across one who was not friends with Benjamin.

This was all apart of the bards thesis from the start. The ambition to make friends and spread joy through song. Yet, Benjamin was corrupt nonetheless. Why? How could such a cheerful figure be manipulative in any way? The answer would never be known, as Benjamin's life was too short lived for explanation. One could only hope that inside the bards heart, was good intent.

He had so much to do, so many songs to sing, friends to make, his beloved son Benjamin II to look after, and Bronwyn, his dear companion. Depressingly, time did not offer the friendly bard these courtesies...

How ironic to kill a bard without offering even a last word. And on his birthday.

Final Thoughts

In conclusion, that is truly what death is, short and unexpected. There is no glory in dying, there are no last words, simply nothing but loneliness and silence-

-and so was the bards story. All that remains is Cheri his lute, his iron foot, his beloved son Benjamin II, and the many songs which will live on into the hearts of his many friends.

​
-SIR EAMON AND THE SERPENT-


♫In a land of Ithania,

Romance is well. ♫

♫For the fair Sir Eamon,

One could tell... ♫


♫He rode out on Concord,

To a faint qaint town, ♫

♫where smoke has risen,

and the dead lays down... ♫


♫Now Sir Eamon has fought!

Url and beast. ♫

♫but nay could prepare him,

for the serpents feast... ♫


♫Sir Eamon was brave,

and the foul beast was bested, ♫

♫The maiden was saved,

And the knight was untested... ♫

-THE BATTLE OF CALEMBERG-


♫Regalian warships,

Made their way, ♫

♫Hundreds of soldiers,

Were unloaded on bay... ♫


♫Eighty four hundred,

Backed by hate, ♫

♫Fought on imperial soil,

biggest to date... ♫


♫The Consortium line~

was dropped to their knees. ♫

♫They were cut down,

Like the great oak trees... ♫


♫Four thousand Regailians-

passed away dead. ♫

♫It's said six days later,

the rivers ran red... ♫

The Slum Gate Massacre

♫Bastiens men,

Let their arrows glide, ♫

♫His voice a booming order,

A Necrothor at his side. ♫


(higherpitched)

♫Violets raised their shields, ♫

♫And they fought… and they died… ♫

(Lowertoned)

♫They stood at the gate, ♫

♫Stop the beast, they tried. ♫


(Chorus)

♫Ohh Spirit, Ohh Spirit,

Help us defeat the stormborn. ♫

♫Protect the Emporer, we all have sworn. ♫

♫Slay the beast,

For the high priest- ♫

♫For tonight we weep and mourn… ♫


♫The shield wall was broken, ♫

♫Too many guards went unspoken, ♫

♫As we watched arrows fly into our chests. ♫


♫Bring down the Stormborn, ♫

♫We may die we were warned, ♫

♫Tonight, there will be no arrests. ♫

(Chorus)

-Falcon's Nest-

♫There is a tavern which is famed and renowned, ♫

♫Its drinks aren't much from laughter~♫

♫But if the ladies aren't beauts as you swig, ♫

♫They will surely be after~. ♫


♫Come! Find a seat in the Falcons Nest! ♫

♫A wonderful place to lose some stress. ♫

♫Hold a dagger close to your chest! ♫

♫While you drink and pay to be our guest. ♫


♫There is a tavern which is famed and renowned, ♫

♫Brawling is a norm around here~, ♫

♫Please come and find a seat in the nest, ♫

♫ Listen to the singing and lend an ear. ♫

~Manning the Checkpoint-Hightower Song~

♫Side by side we stand in song, ♫

♫Hightower guards with hours long, ♫

♫Whatever we face our will stays strong, ♫

♫If I die at the check~point. ♫


♫We give our children the gift of life, ♫

♫I hope to go home to my wife, ♫

♫And if someone gets me with their knife, ♫

♫Then I die at the check~point. ♫


♫We'll fight till our blood comes to flow, ♫

♫Protecting Regalia and the ones we know, ♫

♫With sword and shield and spear and bow, ♫

♫We won't die at the check~point. ♫
 
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This genuinely made me sad. I'll miss Ben....
 
Azra fell to sit on her bed at the news, rubbing her hands against her bruised face with a sigh before casting a glance around the single wall to the door of the shallow house. Only a night ago, the bard had shambled his way gleefully in to introduce himself. He'd stated he wished to be friends and she had accepted alongside her dearest companion, Aedarharon.

Yet now the bard was gone- with it the beginnings of a good friendship. She did not shed a tear for the loss of a could have been friend. She'd felt that loss too many times to count.
@Sebbysc @JarrettdaCarrot
 
"Another dead, quite interesting that these Ailors would kill warriors. Some say he was a good man too. Oh well on the end he was either an ally or a foe depending on how you look at it. Perhaps Tlaloc is sharing mead or something with him at the serpents side. If that is so I honor him greatly." Ichtaca said as he poked the body with his spear in the dead of night. He looked to the sky and he swore he could see Tlaloc the Brave's head alongside this man's. He kneeled to the corpse before a guard came along, then he hid, like a fish in a rock he remained unseen and unnoticed.
 
Poppy remained utterly silent, clutching Beany in her arms-- as she couldn't bring herself to tell Wyn. No tears fell though, to shocked and hurt that she remained still. Not another dead.

Now had Benjamin II, where the void was Wyn?
 
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Taliandra's features fell flat, cradling her head between her hands. Instead of shedding a tear for the lost bard, the Halfling would rather begin to hum a quiet and familiar tune,

"Please come and find a seat in the nest, listen to the singing and lend an ear."​
 
The second time within the same month that someone close to him had been laid low, once again he sang his song of mourning, lifting it towards the sky.
 
Imanshi threw the whiskey glass across the room, shattering it into a million pieces just as her heart did for her dear old friend.
@Galakskija ​
 
Va'al felt like her world was dying.

Valentius was gone, and now him?

She tried to remember the song that Benjamin sang for her, and only for her.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember the soft words that sang from Benjamin's heart that day.

"Why can't you stop?" The Shendar's voice cracked as she stared at the sky.
 
Alexander lent an eye to the posters, one of his adoptive father and his cousin. Looking mortified he broke down into tears, and began trashing everything in his house he felt had no worth or purpose within life any further. "WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME!!!" he screamed sobbing.
 
Augusta heard the news. Her heart wrenching as she held back tears. Covering her mouth, her eyebrows furrowing.
All she had ever done was tease and joke on him, and now he was gone forever. She knew their jesting wasn't serious.
But even now, she wished she could go back, and tell him how sorry she was..
 
Aline will remember the sweet bard she had met in the tavern only days ago, she pulled a hand to her heart. "Spirit save thee' of good intention, for the sweetest of hearts are thus easily polluted." She smiled toward the sky, a prayer was had for his friends and family. Rest on, and Honey Mead to you, friend.
 
The night was cold and quiet. A certain mutt sat in the center of the Falcons nest bar, rear parked on the counter. He didn't know the bard to well... If anything he found a small distaste towards him. His sounds were loud and annoying and sometimes nonsensical to him. He'd burst into the room, ruining moments he wished not to be ruined and his eyes were awfully bright. The Mutt found that his lips and curled into a frown as he kept a sharp ear out for something-- Anything. The strum of the strings of his lute-- His annoying bloody songs... Or at least his godawful voice... But there was nothing.

The Mutt found himself pouring the rest of his drink out over the counter.
"Have a good damn rest... You bloody idiot."​
 
NO.. NO ITS APRIL 1ST YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME.

Lazaruz sat at his desk, tears in his eyes at the news of course, but it didn't stop him wearily singing one of Benjamin's old songs; remembering that of their time in the Bloodcast, of their time in the city and in the Talon.
. . . .
Always had a smile on his face, that man..

Within a few moments, Lazaruz had found himself doing the same.
​
 
The Ulfmaerr sat in the old familiar tavern, the news of Benjamin's death had certainly reached his ears, he was confused as too the reason behind his death. But still the skald was gone and that was all that mattered. He'd raise his glass giving one final salute saying in Skodje,"Farewell friend, may you be at peace."
 
Leon slams a chair down on his table in anger breaking the table and the chair slightly, He lifts the chair up " THIS IS NOT REAL!!" He yelled out in tears before he tosses the chair across the room breaking it as it hits the wall. He pants before he falls to his knee's and covers his face as tears falls down from his eye's "This cant be real.... Benjamin..." He said before he burst out more tears and yells out in sadness and anger combine "Arrrgghhh!!!"

OOC NOTE:

He will always be Leon's only bard
 
Saen frowned at the news of the friend that Estine had just told him about. His hands shook a little as he pulled himself together, he knew he should likely go give Estine some comfort. So he moved off to give the woman a hug.
@SlyChung

OOC note: You did a really good job on this character man, and I know that character death can be really hard especially when you've played one this long. However, don't give up! I always think that I've already made my best character but with each new one comes a better understanding and a new fun adventure. Do not think of Benjamin as the end, think of him as a new beginning for you to try other things. I know that can seem rough but I'm sure that if you try it you can realize how much Ben has helped you develop your roleplaying. You will always keep him close in your heart, and he surely won't easily be forgotten.
 
Estiñe found it rather hard to believe- she was told he was going to live and yet through a sobbing woman she found out of his own death? Her head hung low, the small woman releasing a quiet sniffle whilst her friend, Saen, tried to comfort her whilst her thoughts ran over the few scarce memories she had of her old friend.
"Regalia's bard is gone." ​
@JarrettdaCarrot @CRASHIR
 
Leufred heaved a momentous sigh, debating the news on his evening walk. He'd grown quite accustomed to the feeling of loss. Alistair, Abigail, himself and now, Benjamin Journey.
Despite his cold words in their last encounter, he could only view Benjamin as a friend. Not as the bleeding-teeth murderer he claimed to be, but as the warmhearted bard he was. A social creature who desired nothing more than companionship and a good time. One of the very first people he'd met in this city, though now order of meeting didn't matter.
Silent curses flooded his mind, directed at people who had long since vanished. He screamed at them to stay, to not let the jaws of death tear them apart. Though none of them listened, as dead people don't have ears. These convulsing feelings thoroughly distracted the Leutzman from his walk, the lad slamming face-first into a nearby lamppost.
After scavenging what was left of his pride, glad no one saw his unfortunate head-banging incident, he took a detour on his walk home, dragging his feet to the tavern, to use his last ten-piece on a drink. He raised the ale to his lips, driven to alcohol for yet another time in his life. He barked out a toast to all those who wanted to hear, his final thought on the subject.
"To Benjamin Journey," mourned the phantom. "the best screamer Regalia's ever known."​
 
Johanna exited her home after having put a pen to a page of parchment, writing one of the hardest letters she'd ever written. The woman was in the beginning stages of mourning another's death when she heard of Benjamin's unfortunate fall by a group of passing men and women, presumably entertainers themselves. Her upper lip twitched and brows furrowed at the troubling news before she looked up to the sky and violently thrashed her arms,
"What the f*ck is wrong with this city?!"
 
Upon hearing about his neighbor and former patrol partner's death Fawzi just grumbled sadly. "Mmakp."
@JarrettdaCarrot He never completed his life goal of making Fawzi smile. Also what the heck this was posted on April Fool's day.


 
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Thela, looking down at her violin she closed her eyes. He was there for her first performance at the Willow, such a kind man who gave her the motivation to become who she was today. Peering up at the sky she smiled momentarily, before the Halfblood shendar began walking towards the willow.
 
Shane stood there with his gaze directed to the ground as Sylmaer cast the bard's familiar lute into the flames. The Claith fought back tears as the strings popped and the wood turned into ash, but to no avail. Why did the Duke have to die, he wondered. Why the man who brought happy moments and joy into taverns, pubs, even the streets themselves, have to leave? He recounted all the times he told the bard his songs were dumb, or stupid, and found regret stemming from each now painful memory. The Claith decided to mutter over to nobody in particular in his mother tongue as tears began to fall, "He left behind so much."
 
After hearing the news, Eugenio would fall to his knees and cried out "First Valentius, now Benji, how many more have to die?"
 
Evalynn sat alone in the of the last remnants of the old sewer tavern. On top of the worn and dirty table was a tightly bound cloth filled with freshly baked scones. She had her head against the table as her sorrowful cries echoed gently in the empty tavern. All the girl could muster to say in her grief was "On his birthday too."
 
JarrettdaCarrot said:
Benjamin Journey: April 1rst, 276 AC-April 1rst, 306 AC

The Bards Thesis

With what used to be an invincible spirited man, was now a bard of puzzled and incomplete pieces. Within this dark and lonely cell, he awaited death.

He was burned and wounded, yet, completely unphased by his injuries. He had lost his foot, his love, and now, soon to be his life. With one final inviting smile, he motioned to stand, awaiting at the cells heavy and harsh door.

As Wyland entered his dark and gloomy cell, he looked him up and down, his features faltered to that of a blank expression. He nodded, signaling that he understood.

Following Wyland with Urijah in tow, the faces he passed were all too familiar to his gaze. Ironically, all were friends to him, then again, it was quite rare to come across one who was not friends with Benjamin.

This was all apart of the bards thesis from the start. The ambition to make friends and spread joy through song. Yet, Benjamin was corrupt nonetheless. Why? How could such a cheerful figure be manipulative in any way? The answer would never be known, as Benjamin's life was too short lived for explanation. One could only hope that inside the bards heart, was good intent.

He had so much to do, so many songs to sing, friends to make, his beloved son Benjamin II to look after, and Bronwyn, his dear companion. Depressingly, time did not offer the friendly bard these courtesies...

How ironic to kill a bard without offering even a last word. And on his birthday.

Final Thoughts

In conclusion, that is truly what death is, short and unexpected. There is no glory in dying, there are no last words, simply nothing but loneliness and silence-

-and so was the bards story. All that remains is Cheri his lute, his iron foot, his beloved son Benjamin II, and the many songs which will live on into the hearts of his many friends.

​
-SIR EAMON AND THE SERPENT-


♫In a land of Ithania,

Romance is well. ♫

♫For the fair Sir Eamon,

One could tell... ♫


♫He rode out on Concord,

To a faint qaint town, ♫

♫where smoke has risen,

and the dead lays down... ♫


♫Now Sir Eamon has fought!

Url and beast. ♫

♫but nay could prepare him,

for the serpents feast... ♫


♫Sir Eamon was brave,

and the foul beast was bested, ♫

♫The maiden was saved,

And the knight was untested... ♫

-THE BATTLE OF CALEMBERG-


♫Regalian warships,

Made their way, ♫

♫Hundreds of soldiers,

Were unloaded on bay... ♫


♫Eighty four hundred,

Backed by hate, ♫

♫Fought on imperial soil,

biggest to date... ♫


♫The Consortium line~

was dropped to their knees. ♫

♫They were cut down,

Like the great oak trees... ♫


♫Four thousand Regailians-

passed away dead. ♫

♫It's said six days later,

the rivers ran red... ♫

The Slum Gate Massacre

♫Bastiens men,

Let their arrows glide, ♫

♫His voice a booming order,

A Necrothor at his side. ♫


(higherpitched)

♫Violets raised their shields, ♫

♫And they fought… and they died… ♫

(Lowertoned)

♫They stood at the gate, ♫

♫Stop the beast, they tried. ♫


(Chorus)

♫Ohh Spirit, Ohh Spirit,

Help us defeat the stormborn. ♫

♫Protect the Emporer, we all have sworn. ♫

♫Slay the beast,

For the high priest- ♫

♫For tonight we weep and mourn… ♫


♫The shield wall was broken, ♫

♫Too many guards went unspoken, ♫

♫As we watched arrows fly into our chests. ♫


♫Bring down the Stormborn, ♫

♫We may die we were warned, ♫

♫Tonight, there will be no arrests. ♫

(Chorus)

-Falcon's Nest-

♫There is a tavern which is famed and renowned, ♫

♫Its drinks aren't much from laughter~♫

♫But if the ladies aren't beauts as you swig, ♫

♫They will surely be after~. ♫


♫Come! Find a seat in the Falcons Nest! ♫

♫A wonderful place to lose some stress. ♫

♫Hold a dagger close to your chest! ♫

♫While you drink and pay to be our guest. ♫


♫There is a tavern which is famed and renowned, ♫

♫Brawling is a norm around here~, ♫

♫Please come and find a seat in the nest, ♫

♫ Listen to the singing and lend an ear. ♫

~Manning the Checkpoint-Hightower Song~

♫Side by side we stand in song, ♫

♫Hightower guards with hours long, ♫

♫Whatever we face our will stays strong, ♫

♫If I die at the check~point. ♫


♫We give our children the gift of life, ♫

♫I hope to go home to my wife, ♫

♫And if someone gets me with their knife, ♫

♫Then I die at the check~point. ♫


♫We'll fight till our blood comes to flow, ♫

♫Protecting Regalia and the ones we know, ♫

♫With sword and shield and spear and bow, ♫

♫We won't die at the check~point. ♫
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Nadiir had heard the songs of Benjamin Journey even as far as Daendroq upon his boat and had always been fond of them, and even though Ben had been dead for a while, Nadiir did still come by to look upon the place where he had died, sad to know that no more of his songs would be made.
 

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