A Candle Burns Out.

[Paint 51]

  

                                 

 

 The sun set beautifully, as the cleric William watches it from the window of his bedroom, the distant roar and noise of children downstairs, who are yet aware their father is slipping away. The illness came quickly into his system soon he felt weak, shakely with a high fever with every day passing he got worse. He stared out the window as the cold sweats start to pour quickly from his forehead, marking his face with a thick layer of grease. His face seemed to have aged twice as fast as the rest of his body, becoming wriggled and aged quickly his whole body shaking from the pressure of the illness, making his whole form weak. He reaches to the bedside table, struggling against the will of the silk sheets, finally reaching the quill and ink on the side; he struggles shaking with each muscle in his body as he sits up, laying a sheet of paper on his legs, he starts to write;

 

“Thank all of you for being there, i will miss you all;

 

-Penelope

- The Clerics of the Order

- Vectis; I am deeply sorry for everything, i told a gift from you and ripped it apart, i wish i could have solved this before, so i may of seen you once more.

- Lenia, Stay strong i still believe in you.

- All of my dear friends and family; Such as Aubrey who i will miss deeply.

 

I have spend my life in search for something, better and clearer to me, and yet my path is riddled with mistake and sin. I hope i at least did some good in this world; Even if i was alone i went on, even if it hurt and that was my worse mistake.”

 

  With that, those were  the final words of William; soon the illness took his ability to speak clearly, leaving these words as a memorial to his life. Soon the light began to leave his body, such as when the leafs drift slowly in the wind and leave the tree, finding the hard surface of the ground; marking the large reality of the many mistakes of his life. He moved with large effort to look at the window and see what would be the final view of his children in the yard, playing happily without a clue of the pain in the room; With that he smiled lightly as he rested back in the bed. He took it upon his self, to give the room one finale look. Around the room was a collection of his medical work and paintings, hung proudly on the wall; and yet with all the work, he felt empty and as a failure in his final moment, sighing he returns to his lay.

 

  He took a few deep breaths, with struggle and shakely voice he whispers a prayer to Tahariae allowing him a small connection to him, and with that a small glow of light came from his hand as his soul left his body and he journeyed into the heavens.

 

 A servant of Tahariae, a healer, and an artist, all of this didn’t matter in the final moments of his life, as he passed on and returned to his master.

 

               1422 17th of Deep’s End - 1466 Malin’s Welcome

 

                                                                   OOC:

First of all, i must say its been a fun and  STRESSFUL (At times) time on LOTC. I have been on here for just over a year now. Sadly i start College in the Fall, i know i cannot manage both RP and school work, so therefor i must leave LOTC, in truth i have been gone awhile, but i wanted to finish this and i struggled to do so putting it off. I decided the best way to keep myself away was to PK William even so, due to his nature he wouldn’t of lived much longer anyway. Thank you all for the fun times!

[Eddywilson2 2117]

Tarcell mourns the death of his father's man. He was a good soldier and a better man as he remembers. A role model to live by.

((Have fun man, take if seriously and get stuff done. I hope to see you back sometime in the future and wish you the best of luck on your endeavors.))

[Jake the Dog 290]

Jakir lets out a heavy sigh, the news hitting him hard. "Goodbye, my brother. Tahariae keep you safe in the next life." he then makes his way out into an open field. Raising his hand high. As the light seems to seep out brighter and brighter from his hand. Jakir lets out a light grunt. As it builds and builds. Before a pure golden pulse of light fires up into the night sky, illuminating the area for many miles around, signaling another Cleric lost to this world. Jakir lowers his hand, sighing deeply. "I shall see you soon William." he walks back inside, footsteps slow and heavy, as he has a dream about times past.

[Gathius di Silvari 73]

Mia looked at the lifeless body resting on the bed, her legs felt weak, weaker than they had in a long time. She walked over to him slowly sitting beside him and staring down at him.  Her teeth gritted slightly, her face contorted, for the longest time as if fighting back tears. “I caused you so much of your pain. I killed you didn’t I. If I never came into your life, would it have been happier . . . fuller?” She rested her head on his chest, crying, feeling the last remnants of heat leave his body before reaching down and with a finger lifted his chin as he had done to hers so many times before. His head was slumped in death, and in this position looked much prouder. He almost glowed with the rays of sun entering in through the window. “You cannot see the beauty around you, if you keep looking down.” She repeated the words he always told her. The skin was cold and her hand shook as it left it. She glanced at the letter, shakily written, with eyes crying silent tears. They only increased at the end of the reading, becoming a stream that blocked her vision. She looked up at the ceiling seemingly to stare past it at what would have been heavens above. “I love you. I didn’t say it enough, but I love you.” She glanced out the window at the children running in the yard, breathed in heavily forcing herself to be calm, and raised a hand to dry her tears.

[The Templar 195]

Lenia stares in disbelief as Lyuin reads her the letter, horror etching across her face. Tears would begin to well up in her eyes, as only one word, one name, escapes her lips. "W-Willie.." She blinks, tears flowing freely as her face begins to contort in grief, great wracking sobs coming over her as she buries her face in her hands. She will miss her greatest friend.

[Rael 935]

Chef Cedric cries, like most sad things cause him to do, over the death of William.

 

"Ah miss all mon amis wit' zhe Vekon! Who could hav' guess ah am one to keep on livin'?"

[Avacyn 1712]

Among the spirits in the sky who greet William to his final resting place, there is the spirit of a man. A man, who was once a young, scared boy. A young, scared boy, who met William the first night he came to a new home. A young, scared boy who William knew as he grew up, and turned into... something else. Yet, beyond the rough exterior he grew, beyond the insanity, the violence, and the zealotry... the young boy remained. And the young boy reaches his hand out to William, a salutation to a man he knew in his childhood.

 

"Welcome home." says Harrison, with a smile.

[tilly 5115]

Aubrey enters the room in which her brother's lifeless body laid, hovering in the doorway as she wasn't quite sure what to do - she never thought she'd see this day. She covered her face with her hands and wept for hours and hours before finding the strength to stand and approach William's corpse. She couldn't look at him longer than a couple of seconds at a time, for she didn't want to make herself used to the sight of her dead brother.

 

Only moments later, she left the room but only to gather up the paintings around his home that she knew he took the most pride in. And after several trips, she sets them up around his deathbed, displaying his works of art with enough pride suit cities of people.

 

Aubrey sat with her brother for another couple of tearful hours, confessing all of the things she'd done in their childhood that she was afraid of telling him, for fear that he'd tell their father. She also thanked him for all the times he'd helped her when she was having a rough time, and all the things of the like.

 

It was the middle of the night that she finally found the will to get back up. She kissed William's cold forehead and give his hand a squeeze before leaving his room and going into each of his childrens' rooms, kissing their foreheads as they slept. She left a letter by each of their heads, disclosing where she stayed and that they would be welcome to come visit her or stay with her at any time.

 

With a heavy heart, Aubrey began her journey home.