Last Breath

[lawnmowerman 3040]

(Wrote this quite late, so forgive any typos and such.)

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITWK3UIT6KA

 

It was an odd day for our known elf, Aepholis. The birds chirped calmly as he strolled down the newly forged path to Leyulin. He whistled along with them a gentle and soothing tone, the leaves flowing through the winter's breeze, and the branches on the trees cracking somewhat. He kept his hands limply in his orange coat's velvet's pockets, smiling brightly at the shining sun. He was halfway to Leyulin, just by The Marked Men's fort, as he glanced at a lovely looking forest, though noticing a man that glared at him like prey from the corner of his eye. He acted like he did not mind, slumping against a tree and scribbling down a few words. He'd give a pleasant smile, before his cut ears would perk up at the sound of a crossbow being loaded, suddenly a bolt flying past his shoulder with a 'whoosh'. He'd gently tuck the book away, his eyes starting to glow strongly as embers trickled above his palm, slowly shaping into a small ball, before he'd send it forth to try and hit at the bandit. The ball collided with the bark of a nearby tree, as the embers quickly ended due to the rain in the area.

 

Moments passed as Fenrich and Aepholis fought each other, swords clashing and parrying many times, as metal embers glittered as they connected. Fenrich decided to draw a dirk, plunging it once or twice into the elf's gut and waist before another man of the name Vulpes Roke joined in, stabbing at Aepholis from behind with another blade. The elves reflexes were quick as he'd turn on his squeaky boot, thrusting the sword in an upwards jab as the dirk jabbed deeply into Aepholis' lower back, a hellish cringe escaping the victim's lips. The fight kept on going until it finally ended, the rain having stopped at this moment and the birds having flown away long before. The elf stumbled back a few paces, his fine clothing soaked in his own murky blood, as he'd grit his teeth wildly together, raising both hands up as embers would trickle above them, slowly shaping into two mere tendril shapes as he'd sent them forth to hit each of the men. Vulpes' hat wear was hit, igniting quickly and managing to somewhat injure him, as for Fenrich, his face was indeed scorched. The elf collided swiftly onto the ground, slamming into the graverly road, the orbs flickering swiftly shut as he'd give a ragged breath, his right hand clutched onto a book with grey leather bindings. An uruk came along, moving to assist the elf by slinging it onto his skaddernak, though Aepholis soon fell off, his spine crushing against a large rock and cracking, the unpleasant sound bursting wildly through the silent scene. Roke approached Aepholis, grasping his golden locks before moving to trim his ears and upper head off, just above the eyebrows.Vulpes grinned viciously at the marked men that stood on the wall, as the victim's body was likely tossed in the nearby river, laying limp on the groggy bottom.

 

Fenrich, the now somewhat commonly known criminal had found Aeph's book. This book contained various diary reports, along with drawings and collected items. At the middle of the book, the last words would be written swiftly down with an elegant writing. It'd say the following.

 

"I, Aepholis Celadithel, give all my possessions to my dearest friend, Ragnar. That being all my money, weapons, drawings, paintings, my own house, my armor, my furniture. I hope you enjoy it. You should know where the keys are..."

 

(its a meme u dip )

[Rig 17590]

Aeveron beats his chest, "Zaesel," they exclaim silently, before going to pray to the Phoenix regarding his.. now dead impure cousin. 

[Delrof 381]

Ragnar slumps down into a wooden seat, having it creak under his brutish wait, he rests his head in his hands at the news of Aepholis' recent departure, he brings his head up to look at the wall at the back of the room, his expression one of stoicism and solidity, a single tear could be seen rolling from his right eye, he blinks, the tear dissepating. With a clunk he slams his clad fist into his Dark Steel cuirass "Bless, bróðir.."

[Savoyard 263]

Finnvard bows his head in respect, whispering something to himself. "To the halls you go, friend.."

[problematic z 477]

A severely scarred man watches the murder occur coldly, unable to lift a finger to assist the Elf due to the code he follows. As Vulpes peels the skin from the Elf's skull right before him, he can't help but frown and fear that the onlookers believe his order to be responsible.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

(I don't know that IC, I assumed him to be one since he resided in your keep.)

[Fitermon 668]

Glacio cheers and parties for days on end.

[Snake Plissken 637]

Vulpes approached Aepholis, grasping his golden locks before moving to trim his ears and upper head off, just above the eyebrows. The Marked Man grinned viciously at his companions, as the victim's body was likely tossed in the nearby river, laying limp on the groggy bottom.

 

The renowned crossbowman Vulpes Roke drags Aepholis's corpse away and dumps it in the river after being told by the monster hunters to "clean up his mess". The elf's ears are left lying on the road in front of the Marked fort, but his scalp is carried away into the woods by the soldier, gripped tightly by a clump of bloodied hair.

[Huh 91]

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