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A Plea For Death

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Karin writes 4 letters, and 2 for other people. Her mind is lost, confused, and shut down. Four random friends would recieve such letters stating

 

 

"Karin is dead, or will die soon, it matters not. For she lost her reason to keep going. She has nothing to live for. A puppet has served her purpose. Do not come find me, for your efforts will be in vain." 

 

She folds them in quarters, and sending them off via bird. 

 

((The first four friends who post here will recieve the letter.))

 

 

She then sends 2 letters, each to the other two who accepted her. She traces her hand on the paper, and draws the mark on the palm, a scar familiar to the ones who marked her.

 

She writes a brief note on the bottom which would say.

 

"Claim me."

 

She sends them away via bird, and now she awaits in the frigid Malinor cold, sitting fetal position in the thick snow,  waiting for Death to claim her.

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As Meta recieves the letter himself he closes his eyes shaking his head, "I must do what I can to ease this... a puppet without order is a weapon waiting to be abused..."

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Corvo does not receive a letter. He is still but hurt he was not invited to the wedding. "The nerve of some people..."

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     A black and tainted gauntlet gently sets against her shoulder, mist enveloping the near area. A harmony of hushed, somewhat soothing voices overcame her. They spoke as softly as possible, still rough and jagged, "I told you, young one. What can life give to you? Torture, pain, dilution. Let us teach you what the other side of life can grant you, mortal."

 

     The only visible thing left behind were footprints, a pair of both.

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Shi

Had woken up, and marched off to find his friend.

 

A long, agonizing four hours of dragging himself through the freezing snow, he finally found her. He dove onto her, hugging her tightly and asking about her well being, if she was okay. Only to his surprise, she immediately attacked him, and he was left stunned and shaking on the ground. They had come for her. HIs friend, a large Kha, assisted him all he could. They attempted to remove the ones who had come, but to no avail. His last chance, he killed her before they could take her. In response... He was cursed, and left... Forgotten. Left with his thoughts, left with the... Voices... Buried deep inside his mind. Whispering to him, beating him down and skewing his thoughts...

 

He sat there, staring to the sky, alone in the frozen snow far away from others who might disturb him. They whispered... They spoke to him... They told him what he was worth... Nothing... No matter how hard he would try, throughout his whole agonizing life, he would always fail. No matter what he would do, nothing would matter. His friends, slowly leaving him, leaving him with nothing. People he cared about, whether he meant something to them was unknown, but he cared about them enough. Enough to sacrifice his own life every chance he could, to ensure their happiness and survival. All for nothing... He would never mean anything, and after his failure today... He realized... He was worthless...

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