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For twenty years, Henry of Skalitz was forgotten—buried in darkness, bound in rusted chains, waiting for rescue that never came.
Hans Capon never stopped looking for Henry—never stopped chasing ghosts, never stopped losing hope, never stopped failing. And now, his son has done what he could not.
Heinrich expected to find a prisoner. Instead, he found a ruin of a man—too frail to stand, too lost to recognize his own name. He takes Henry, carries him into the world he once knew.
Henry has been found. But can men so thoroughly broken be saved?
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- Part 1 of We Who Waited
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Our young lord, Hans Capon, age 10, finally gets out to see a bit of the region with his uncle. Today, he visits Silver Skalitz, and makes a new friend.
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Of Metal Scraps and Ancient Pages by Victor_Delia
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
24 Aug 2025
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Henry was somewhat lucky in his life. He landed a job at a forge, working with a professional blacksmith who knew his dad well. Being at the forge allowed him to feel a stability in his life after the tragedy that took his parents' lives.
But then Hans Capon arrived, wielding a longsword he did not know how to use.
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- Part 2 of Of Metal Scraps and Ancient Pages
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A tale of love, vengeance, and fate—woven across decades.
Bound by promises both kept and broken, they are torn apart by duty yet drawn together by something neither can name. What does fate have in store for them?
This is my take on what happens after the ending of the second game—dedicated to those who, like me, left a piece of their heart in its world.
All graphic smut scenes are posted separately.
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- Part 1 of I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
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To fell every linden tree by vrisadefer
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
18 Apr 2025
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It is the final day of the siege of Suchdol. Judgement Day, some would call it later on. The Praguers' camp had been razed to the ground by reinforcements arriving from Rattay: with Markvart dead, the rest of their forces flee.
Yet, despite being taken back, no victorious hymns echo through the fort. Mortal silence falls upon them: in the heart of the inner courtyard, Sir Hans Capon of Pirkstein kneels, unmoving, on the blood-soaked ground. No words reach him—no hands are strong enough to pull him away. Those who try to approach him cross themselves: the young lord is blind to the world.
It is only Father Godwin’s prayer that breaks through; his palms shaking, spread over Hans’ head: Pater noster, qui es in cælis, sanctificetur nomen tuum; adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua.
Fiat voluntas tua, he repeats, and waits.
Sicut in cælo et in terra, Hans finishes, his voice breaking. He raises his eyes for the briefest moment—as Godwin kneels down to gently pry his hands away.
Henry’s body in his arms is already cold.