Death Of A Huntsman.

[Harri 4815]

 

In the dark, grim sewers of the Caliphate, Dorian met his demise. Down the ladder he ventured, only to be quickly overwhelmed by the tentacled beast that awaited him. Being no match for such a creature, he was easily torn apart, limbs flying from his body as he was literally shredded apart by the creature’s maw. Hardly a nice way to go, by any means.

 

His last moments weren’t really spent on thinking much. Mainly just skimming over the few ‘friends’ he’d really ever made, or the few ‘relationships’ he’d had that worked out to some extent. He finally realised just what a mess his life had been over the years, nothing really going right for him ever. A smirk spread across his face with his last breath.

 

This thing’s making more of a mess of my life than even I could.

 

And with that final thought, he disappeared into the beast, not to be seen again. Liked by few and hated by even more, he quietly vanished from the realm of Vailor, almost without a trace.

 

 

 

((A fitting death for a weeaboo... by tentacle.

 

And if this was unclear, this IS indeed a PK post.))

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Samuel of Hadvar would mutter a prayer under his cold breath.

[Halsi 381]

Mabel felt a loss by the death of her good friend.

[mitto 2312]

 

Tven, hailing from the same land as Dorian, bows his head, two solid streams of tears trail down his cheek until the break off hitting the ground.

 

But there is only silence.

 

Head bowed, he remembers his fallen brother, and dearest comrade.

 

As the time passes, slowly. He lifts his head to look into the clouds.

 

Tven would, stomp his foot into the ground, slamming his right fist to his heart in remembrance of Dorian.

 

"Creator guide you, brother..."

 

Tven would turn, daring not to face back. As he walks away slowly only a soft mumble could be heard

"otototototototototototototototototo"

[GodEmperorFlam 3447]

Richard grunts as he hears the news, shaking his head a bit.

 

"Shouldn't have gone down there without proper support. That man was a fool... but a fool that I will miss."

[CheekyNolan 5420]

"Vhat a fool." Audbjørn grumbles with folded arms over his chest, his stoic look fading into a subtle saddened frown at the thought of his 'friend'.

[Stormclank 232]

Rodrik sighs slightly as he hears the news as he stands at his post on the walls of Peremont. He looks to the sky and shakes his head a few times and mutters to himself, "Great archer.. Daft lad.." 

[SpiltMemes 368]

"It's been a while since you saw him..."

"So?"
"You don't think he's-. . ."
"No."

"Was he even a friend?"
". . ."

"Why do you care, then?"
". . ."

"You're an idiot."
"He was indeed a friend."
"I see. . ."

"Will he be missed?"
"Yes."

 

 

[Lirinya 4036]

Ariyen would have mourned the valah that stuck up for her in the tavern. But she is already dead.

Farewell Dorian.

[Imi 425]

Lillian would mourn for the death of Dorian, thinking back to her times with him in Nerezza, and her more recent escapades with her friend.

 

"Rest well, Dorian.."

[JCmarine 12]

*A female half orc rubs some dirt off her armor as she hears the last person that dived into the sewers, Dorian by name, died.

 

"Hmmph. My turn... what was him name? Dorian? Where do I remember that from... meh. doesn't matter."

 

((sad to see ya die. GL with whatever ya do next.))

[Morinehtar 50]

"Dorian.. A name I've heard through out the years, while during my life on this earth. A man I knew little of, but think highly of. A man deserves honor, life or death. This man will be remembered for generations to come."

Finishing his apple, George begins to write a on another blank Piece of Paper. In Bold Letters it begins "DORIAN". He begins to write down a rough draft of the Poem.

 

 

(Ember don't be shy, please message me things that you did that your character did know. You seemed so awesome, when I first met you a while ago. I may not know you, but a Fellow Orenian deserves a poem, of honor.)

 

[Hammer4_ 166]

"D*mn Amyas never cared for 'em... let's hope tha' Creator 'as good plans for 'im."

[Pond 1069]

Would write on his death note. "He was a true leader and a true friend."

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[Delrof 381]

Ragnar stands firm upon the highest tower of Peremont, a shudder taking his breath as his cold, ocean gaze is lit by the starlight. His expression turns to a grimace of raw pain, his off-white teeth chattering in the cold winds. He mutters to himself in an accent so recognizable to Dorian "Dorian.. small man, big ******* ego. You thought you could take zhat thing on alone? Vhat is ******* wrong vith you.. I remember vhen ve first met, ve vere not friends.. at all, though the events that forged our bond vere unconventional, in time I learnt to call you ally, even friend." He stops his eyes squeezing tight, the grimace tightening with it as a tear falls from his right eye "You vere supposed to be the vun to outlast me, damn it.. may you find peace in ze seven skies, bowman." he'd depart soon, an terrible grief overtaking the war-torn Decurion.