The Final Act of Lord Bastion Holt

Life, Death

"So beautiful... the sky colors... are they not, Bolluln? ...too noisy here... how I miss the calm of the countryside. Bring brothers home friend... can't quite remember why they are here or what I have to tell them... I'm sure it's of ill-import."

Passage from The Knights and Nobles of the Second Age

Lord Bastion Holt, Lord of Storm's Reach, on his deathbed, surrounded by the heirs and envoys of his band of noble knights would attempt to name his successor with the passing of his familial ring. But his mind and body both were deteriorated beyond repair and was worsening over the course of several weeks. His speech ill-lucid for hours prior to his death.   Bolluln would be the one to hold the dying man's hand as he held the ring up above his head, it leaning ever slightly towards Bolluln, his bannerman all staring at him before his eyes began to dart, hands and body quaking, before Holt's hand finally fell limp... his ring and succession literally falling to the straw-covered stone floor of the room next to the young Hill Dwarf.   It was in that moment that all hell and pandemonium would break loose as the onlookers would begin to interpret whom was to succeed Holt. They would clamor and fight over the ring, shake the dead man's still warm body, and begin to throw wild accusations at one another.   Bolluln would not let the go of Holt's hand as the fighting grew more intense. He knew the brotherhood was dead in that moment.