The End.

[Arkelos 1027]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VF1kqvwOeUk

 

The constant sounds of thumping in the dark elven woods, the heavy breathing of a woman as she tries to escape from something. There was not much but the shadows of the large trees protecting her sweat stained body from being seen. The half Orcess grunting as she mutters a few inaudible words, before resting and closing her eyes. She seems to have been in a fight, the robes she once wore now shredded, blood escaping the gashes on her body that she had not been able to cover.
 
With a loud grunt and a crash of a branch of the tree she was under, Syrila jumped to her feet, heart racing as she breathed heavily, eyes bolting around as she spotted something far more sinister then what she fought. its eyes and gleaming teeth bared at the Orcess as she growls.
 

 
Looking at her wounds, she knows she has no choice but to run, twisting and turning as she shakes and runs off further. The wounds had ceased to bleed while she slumbered, but the loss of blood was too much. Was she hallucinating? She would not have her answer, not now, not ever as her body locks up. What was now one, was now two, their beady eyes staring at her through the shadowy veil of the forest as she backed up, curling into a ball
 

 
"This not how i want it to end.." she growls, body shaking as she looks around, shadowy hallucinations gathered upon her, she let out a half assed roar as she got up, and using whatever reserve strength she had, to run up the mountains.

Faster she ran

 

Faster they came after her

 

Faster the shadows enveloped her eyes

 

Standing on the top of the mountains, not knowing how long she ran for, but knowing these hallucinations followed, she looked down to a swirling pool of lava, a volcano? The swirling maelstrom of heat swelling as her body felt like it was aflame, turning around as she saw the hallucinations. Taking a step back, she nearly fell into the Infernal belly. gasping as they marched closer to her, without a moment to think, she leaped into the Maw, her final thoughts being of those she loved.

Willow, Beth, Kefi, Callax..
 
And with her last breath, as the maw ate her form and melted her down, she could see without the darkness in her eyes, looking up, much further up as she looked at A shadowy figure that loomed next to her in her final minutes. "Popo.." the tiny, child Syrila said with a smile, "I'm home."

The tall shadowy figure looked down at Syrila before extending his hand to her, "Welcome home my dear.." And Syrila grasped her father's hand, and they walked off into the light. Releasing her burdens from the world, ending her suffering.

Syrila Caoimeh was Dead.

(( After 2 and a half IRL years of playing Syrila Caoimeh from age 5 to now (From Aegis to the Fringe) I have decided to finally let her go.))

[Evilbanana5757 154]

The Bird Druid feels, out of nowhere, absolutely relieved! How odd.

[Stag 3231]

((That was beautifully written. Thank you for sharing))

[Crayfishchris 751]

Vak'thuul shrugs. One dead servant does not concern him. Chaos claims all eventually.

 

 

((Very good! :3))

[Leetles 65]

*Felyndiira cries as she sees the story, and she finds the end really sad.

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

Nurrak slaps Syrila for killing him

Bowman is dissapointed that he couldn't avenge.

[OldeTymer 323]

An aged Callax's eyes jolt open from a serene session of meditation as the loss of a child of the Aspects, and an even more-so former wife, becomes apparent to him. A brief and subtle aura of grief overcomes him as another Druid goes beyond the reaches of reacquisition into the arms of Cerridwen and Cernunnos. 'May she rest in in peace somewhere, even if it not be with nature,' he thinks to himself before returning to his previous concentration.

 

((Well written, Vardak. A great way to die.))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.