An Eye Patch And A Red Mask

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The old Dwarf collapsed on the side of the road, convulsing rapidly and vomiting.

 

The man lay bleeding across a bed, an ornate dagger protruding from his throat.

 

Neither of these men had seen their deaths coming, much less prepared for them. Yet, the icy hands of the End had wrapped themselves around their thoats, granting them only fleeting images of their lives.

 

None had been very good people. The Dwarf had frequently mixed duty with personal profit, a sense of ultimate good with back dealing and corruption. The man had tried to help others, but the promise of power and riches eventually won over him.

 

Dvari saw Elysium, the old Valois estate where he had started his long employment with the noble family.

 

Lomppy saw the frozen wastelands of the North, where he had started his eventful life of misdeeds and outright evil.

 

 

 

The short Sergeant barked orders at the Valiants, encouraging them to erect the walls of Fort Verdun faster.

 

 

The masked man held a traveler at sword point, forcing him to spill his goods over the road.

 

They each had been leaders of men, one for an order of Oren, the other being the ad hoc leader of the Criminals Organization of Anthos and the White Tree Gang.

 

Dvari had sat on the High Chair of the Countess once, giggling madly as he entertained his men. 

 

Lommpy sat temporarily on the throne of Salvus, it's crown upon his head.

 

A sudden collapse in each of their lives. The emperor and the White Rose leave, plunging Oren into strife. The bandit gang is relentlessly hunted down.

 

Dvari turned to his old mercenary life, fighting in the Salvus war and later with the Dwarven Kingdom.

 

 

 

Lommpy turned once more to the Black Wyrm, becoming a high ranking cultist among them.

 

 

This was but a simple look at their very complicated story, one which had spanned nearly three worlds.

 

Dvari was pronounced dead due to all those nights of drinking, smoking, and enjoying company under the sheets.

 

The assassin made sure that Lommpy bled out, his last words being a soft whisper of "Kate..."

 

Both these men had in total slayed a dragon, protected some very important people, facilitated regime changes, made a badass escape from the Pascal dungeon, fought off an entire Elven army, practiced dark magic and killed a total of three kings, yet they would most probably be remembered for their influences on others.

 

Dvari remembers all the parties and promotions, the nights in the watch tower with fellow Valiants, the brutal training sessions and subsequent bar raids. He sees Toby, Kris, Jack, Eury, Guren, Duchess Rose and Cruz, the Marquis, Galendar, Oden the Blood Eagle, and Caelie. But ultimately he sees his real family, the one that had been taken by the plague a long time ago.

 

 

Lommpy is haunted by the visages of those whose lives he'd ruined, Kate and her brother, Izzy and the Delvers. As he plunges into the depths of the void, those who formed the dark brotherhood of the Cult surround him, chanting, waiting. 

 

They had walked among giants, set examples, and driven some to fame. But they each died alone, and at least to them, forgotten. 

 

 

 

 

"DER IS 'LWUYS 'NUFF BEER WUN I'M 'ERE" -Dvari Steel Anvil

 

"Wot" - Lommpy

 

 

 

((It was nice playing them, my only true chars in my time here. Had a blast with 'em and all the people I rp'd with, although I know I must have irritated quite a lot of you. Thanks))

[cruzazul 2815]

((ily dvari. keep it real man.

[Cola one 1 37]

(( You forgot Adam, the red headed bi-sexual thief :( ))

[Crayfishchris 751]

Kristian von Craw stands in the Seven Skies, smiling to Dvari.

 

"Guess I beat y'ere, sarge. A darn shame, that. We all ended our lives a bit early, y'see. So... 'ow'd you die? Got m'self in a bit o' a... cursed situation, y'follow? Le's go... the upper skies await."

 

((I made the Valiant photo ^-^))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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