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Poshe · Adventurer Joined: 10 May 2006 Posts: 36

There are few that can be considered similar in the ways of Poshe. A tall staunch and formidable Elf. Poshe has led a difficult life by choice rather than by circumstance. His every action, his determination, is often marred by the image of his father telling him "Its not good enough." Poshe is driven to make his father proud.

It was little surprise to those within Sanctus that Poshe would go far. His undying loyalty to the Skyfire family puts him as one of the most, if not the most trusted to protect the Skyfire family. Upon receiving his adoption and title of Duke of Sanctus, Poshe was once again faced with the image of his father before him. He had out done his father in many ways. But like always, the image would continue to say "Its not good enough."

Poshe knew what he had to do. But he was not prepared to go through with it. He would have to return home and face his father and confront him to hear for himself his father's words. But deep down, he knew his father would not approve. Poshe had yet to surpass his father in ambition. His father, while in his younger years was a General, had now earned his place as a king. Poshe knew that being a Duke would only show his father that he was not good enough.

***The night of January 25th 2007***

Poshe came to the Royal Court of Light as he had done so in the past. Only this time, it would be his last time coming as a representative of Sanctus. Such a duty was being passed on to Sadira, A countess with a reputation of good diplomatic ties to Luna. After Poshe made his announcement of the change, he sat back down into his seat and allowed Sadira to begin her duty as a diplomat.

The explosion caught him off guard. It was wise of him to wear his armor. Many glass shards and shrapnel was stopped by it, But his armor also betrayed him. It's heat burned his skin and it wasn't until he was taken back to Sanctus that his armor was carefully removed.

***Days Later***

Poshe was able to stand and move around, but it brought about much discomfort. Bandaged from the waist to just under his arms, his movement was somewhat restricted. He wasn't able to wear his armor. Though he is now up and about, his activities are also limited. Much of the time he remains bedridden to recover.

This has given Poshe much to think about. But his main thought was about his father and how disapproving he would be to see him in this condition. He came to the decision to return home once he was well enough to travel. He would confront his father and settle things once and for all. He made the arrangements and would soon meet up with a ship in Cove to take him back home.

(To be continued...)

Poshe · Adventurer Joined: 10 May 2006 Posts: 36

Poshe had always been a fast healer. Sometimes too fast for his own good. But after a week of bed rest and short appearances, Poshe was finally well enough to travel. He informed his King where he would be and that he would be gone a matter of days.

Before leaving, he stopped by Tati's place to check on his armor. No matter how many smiths would have loved to work on his suit, He reserved that privilege to Tati. Unlike most armors, Poshe's was adorned with special markings that detail his history in elvish writing. This was more or less Tati's idea, but Poshe didn't protest when he first saw it. His suit would receive the special care he would give it if he were a smith.

With his armor strapped on, he would walk around in it as if testing it for flaws. Tati would always watch him do the walk and wait for him to speak. He would even go as far as performing selective stances which would mirror combat fighting. But he was always quiet during this time. After he finished, he looked over to her and smiled. "You have outdone yourself as always." She always loved to hear that her work was appreciated. Poshe made sure she knew that she would be the only one to work on his armor. Such devotion to a smith made them feel talented and Tati was beyond a talented smith.

It was time to depart. Most did not know the Lord Chancellor was leaving. He preferred it that way. A few days away would really help him focus on the task ahead. The last thing he needed was to say many goodbyes. He rode north on to Luna. He passed through the moongate and headed to Britain. He would gather some needed supplies for his trip. If all went well, he'd return Sunday night. After a few stops, he headed east into the wilderness and onto Cove, where his ship would be waiting.

Once in Cove, he headed strait to the dock and found the captain waiting for him. Some words were exchanged and passage was bought. Poshe boarded the ship and waited. During most of the voyage, he would look out onto the horizon watching the sun set at dusk and the Sun rise at daybreak. He loved to sail. It reminded him of leaving home. The sense of freedom it gave was always refreshing.

(to be Continued...)

Poshe · Adventurer Joined: 10 May 2006 Posts: 36

Upon arriving in his homeland, Poshe headed for home, which was only a few miles from the port. Greeted by those around him as a returning Prince, Poshe had not expected to be welcomed in such a way. never the less, he pressed forward until he reached his home. Upon arriving, he was greeted by servants who quickly ushered him to his mother.

They embraced and she sought to learn of all his exploits. Not a moment after stating that he was a Duke of the great kingdom of Sanctus, His father spoke up... "So my useless son finally returns home does he?"

His mother hushed and lowered her head as if years of submission had taken its toll. Poshe stood before his father. Not as the nervous boy who once quivered before the voice of his elder, but as a warrior who has learned that even those with power should fear those below them. His father looked him over and only chuckled. "This is what they make you wear?"

Poshe: "I choose to wear it. It makes me feel closer to those in which I lead."

Father: "Do not sass me boy, I can still whip you and teach you a thing or two."

Poshe tightened his hand into a fist, but kept it close to his side. His frustrations gave way to anger.

Father: "So, you are a Duke....Your brother would have been better suited for such a role. You are not......."

Poshe: "SILENCE YOU OLD FOOL!"

Father: "YOU DARE address me in such a tone?!" He spoke through gritted teeth.

Poshe: I AM NOT A CHILD! He turned as if to walk away. But his father grabs him by the arm.

Father: "You are a bigger fool than I had imagined boy! You are nothing. Just a king's errand boy with a fancy title."

Then all of the sudden, years of frustration and anger boiled over. Poshe no longer saw things as black and white. All he saw was red. He had even blacked out for a brief period. But when he gathered his bearings, his father lay out cold on the floor from a well placed blow from a mailed fist. Poshe staggered back a moment and sat down in the chair behind him. His mother rushed in hovering over her husband.

Poshe sank his head into his hands and just sat there shaking. His mother looked up at him. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!" After a few moments, he stopped shaking and he lifted his head out of his hands. He could only look at his mother and slowly shake his head. He stood up, and started heading toward the door. Once he got there, he turned to say these words:

"Goodbye mother. I return to Sanctus where I belong. When he wakes, tell him he has lost his surviving son. I shall not return. his reign dies with him." He turned and walked toward his mount. His mother raced to the door crying. "POSHE COME BACK! PLEASE come back! She shouted as he rode toward the town to buy passage back to Britania. He knew there would be armed guards to come collect him if he stayed too long.

But of all the pain his father caused, he felt justified. Justified by the thought that he no longer feared his father or his wrath. While the memory of his mother crying at the front door, watching him ride away was a memory he didn't want. Her crying reminded him of his youth. More importantly the beatings he would receive from his father for even the slightest of mistakes. It was time she learned to stand up for herself. He had shown her how. All she had to do was work up the courage.

It was by luck that Poshe found another ship loading up supplies that were destined for Britania. He offered the Captain of the vessel a heavy purse for a spot on board and no questions. The Captain accepted the payment but told him that the ship wouldn't be underway for another 2 hours. Poshe was going to have to brave what ever fate was to find him in that time. and those two hours would feel like an eternity...

Poshe · Adventurer Joined: 10 May 2006 Posts: 36

With the ships supplies loaded up, Poshe wasted little time boarding. Just as the ship pulled away from the docks, Poshe's mother ran up. She was too late to catch her son. Poshe looked over the starboard side as he watched his mother cry for the last time. She huddled her hands together and her head sank. It was clear that she was unhappy. One of her ladies in waiting had tried to comfort her. But she just pushed her away.

Poshe wondered what she would do. As the ship managed to get about 50 yards from the dock, Poshe's greatest fear happened. She jumped into the water and allowed herself to sink to the bottom. Without hesitation, Poshe riped off his armor and jumped into the water and started swimming to her.

"MAN OVERBOARD!" shouted the first mate and the captain ordered the ship to turn about and collect Poshe as quickly as possible. The water was frigid this time of year and Poshe would not survive long in its cold temperatures. Poshe reached his mothers location and dove down searching franticly for her. After two failed tries, he took his longest time under water the third time and found her. He latched onto her and pulled her above the surface. She was not breathing and he did his best to revive her.

The Ship had pulled around and managed to get both aboard. Poshe was quickly covered in blankets while the crew tried to revive his mother. Poshe pushed his way to her and tried to revive her himself. But his efforts were futile. He cursed himself for making her choose. His last memory of his mother would be the lifeless pale blue face staring back at him. Poshe held her close and cried aloud. He would be a different person from this moment on. Stronger than before. The Joys of life had abandoned him this day.

He first lost his brother under strange circumstances which still remain a mystery. And now his own mother had taken her own life when faced with the decision to choose between her husband or her only surviving son. She chose death under the guise that she might have both in some afterlife.

The Ship had pulled back to the docks and by now, a large gathering had appeared. Poshe's father was among them. No words would be exchanged between father and son. Poshe took it upon himself to carry his mother to shore. He would allow no other to touch her. As he stood before his father with his mother in his arms, Father and son's eyes met. The elder had sorrow and defeat in his eyes. The younger had sorrow and anger. The king allowed Poshe to pass so he could bury his mother.

Many hours later, Poshe returned to the docks only to find his ship was still waiting. The Captain approached him and said:

"The King paid handsomely for us to wait for you. He said to tell you he is sorry and he hopes you will one day forgive him."

Poshe was still mourning the loss of his mother. Its as if what was just told to him passed right through him without sinking in. He boarded the ship and they set sail for Britania. He would reach Cove by Sunset on Sunday and Sanctus by nightfall.