The Warlock's Epilogue

[Mephistophelian 977]

A thin, bony hand reaches out, grasping the cold metal of a timepiece. Turning it over, the owner of the appendage smiles a thin, downturned smile. Though it no longer reveals the position of the sun, its mirror was fully functional. More than functional. Reflected, a figure grimaces. One side of the man's face is completely normal; breezy turquoise eyes set over a sleepless rim, subsequently set over a ruggedly handsome face. The otherside, however, hosts a growing, inky blackness. It twists, writhes, and seems to scream for more. More space, more, more of the person. That side, the face holds stygian orbs instead of eyes, and a cruel evil resides within them.



The emancipated digits snap the timepiece shut.

No more.

It is thrown into a depth-less satchel, along with every other item of worth.

A ring, of the woman I will never deserve.
Of the one you doomed.
Of the one we doomed..

A tear.
A tear of grief.
Of many things. Of the one who could not understand why. Frozen t'was when it left, and frozen t'will be by the last spirit still below me.
Slave.
Nae, slave no longer.
Words to fool only yourself.

A blade of bone and parchment of words, of the promises that cannot be broken.
And shall never be broken.
Never... May I be forgiven for that.
You are greedy for what you do not deserve.

A staff.
Of lost promises.
Of more. Of what I take with me.

One glance was given back to the Ring. Then, the Warlock fled with an uncharacteristic shamble. She read, still, his beautiful Ring.

May she forgive me.
May she give only herself to nothingness.

Then it was cold. Cold, and snowing. The figure moved with not a falter, though this changes as the Tear is approached. In the window, the Tear stands with a small orb of water, much like a tear, orbiting them. And the Warlock watched, as he had done before.

I am thankful no more was revealed.
T'was weak of you.
T'was my only way of keeping you away.

Three individuals would have had unseen visits in the coming days. The Dagger and Papers. An ageing man, and a pair of women forced to be sisters. All three are left alone, with naught given in explanation.

May they die easy and soft knowing they learned enough to continue.
May they die regardless.

His Epilogue written not in storm or blood but in shadowy ink, Lorien escapes his life. During the setting of day, one might see the thin frame of a man, ambling off into the distance and muttering to himself. They might also see the carefree gaze with which he looks forward, or the otherwise sombre expression he wears. Though his visage bears none of the inky corruption from the mirror, it lies heavy in his pupils. Heavy indeed.

You will run away, again?
Yes.
Good.

He would lose more sleep over this, for sure...

After all, there is no rest for the wicked.

 

Spoiler

I don't know how to start this...

I suppose I will start with my apologies, of which there are a few that I believe matter.

Sorry Tsuyose, for leaving at about the same time as Elad. You're on your own as the MAT manager, now, but I know you are more than capable for this role, and that whomever you choose next will be a good choice. I know I promised to stay... But I cannot. I am most sorry about that; I broke my promise.

I'm sorry to the apprentices of my only character, Lorien. You've all been trained to such a level where you are able to complete your own training, but it grieves me that I will not be able to finish teaching you all I wanted to.... Or execute that mysterious master plan!

Sorry to all those I've aggravated during my time here. If I did cause you mental grief, I certainly hope I didn't intend to do so.

The previous apology covered all you fellas that I should say sorry to, and also made this a lot shorter. Now on to the thanks.
If you aren't on here, don't take offence. Please. You likely mean a lot to me, but this is to the people who greatly changed my experience on the server. Some may be great friends, some may be those I looked up to. Some may even be frienemies! Regardless, it's for the people who changed my experience. If you are my buddy, you know I feel bout leaving you, anyway; pretty shite. Pretty shite indeed. Anyway, enough excuses;

Thanks Trips. You've been a real mvp for a hella long time, man. Or, at least, for a long time on this server. Thanks for being amusing, light hearted and driven as ****. I'm glad that RP finally lead to your char's shading, even though it was the worst time of his life. Here's to hoping that you get all the cool shiz and them fookin demon horns n stuff. If you do go ahead and become a staff member, tell me about it! Otherwise, I guess I could say that you won. You the long-standing old fart of us two, bro. Curse my MAT tag!!!!
Don't miss me too much, and finish that collection. You know which one. The long standing one. The one I almost filled, yknow? YKNOW? Good!

Thanks Charcoal. You're a clever motherplougher, you are. You've got a mind fit for any staff position, and a plethora of ideas /THAT YOU SHOULD WRITE DOWN AS LORE/. I've known you for a good while, too, and I'll miss your super-logical debates and brilliant writing that may or may not be undoubtedly better than mine >_>. Regardless, I hope Xion is the calling you have been waiting for, and I am sorry that Lorien has to vanish...again. You're a great person, Charc, and I wish you all the best in your writing-fuelled escapades! I hope to check back on the forums and see lots of writing about stars!

Thanks Tsu. A role model to me even before you even knew who I was (yes, I looked up to you back before you even became a GM...lips firmly planted, hands-), I have to say that you were an influence for me, and were the one who made me want to help LotC. Yes, I'd not have had the will to join the AT or the MAT if it hadn't been for your involuntary motivation. I've been fortunate enough to have gotten to know you better during my time in the shades, and can comfortably say you've been a great friend as well as a role model. Now go and keep being you, you 'throbbing wankstain' ;). If you choose to take away Lorien's shade, please tell me, buddy.

Thanks Chamosial. You're a success story, and possibly the person who turned out the best from my Mentoring. I am totally unbiased (..) when I say you will be a brilliant AT, and I hope truly that you will become all that I strove to be and more. You're a kind one, Chamo, and I wish all the best to you and your doings. You make me proud and happy that you've come so far, so take some extra pride and happiness from me, for I'm sure I won't be here for a few of your continued success stories. Thank you for being around for many a thing, and I hope your path in life is exactly what you want to follow :) P.S. Tell Cookies he smells bad.

Thanks TauFire. I messaged you this morning and when you didn't respond immediately I performed seppuku. This is the result! I've known you for a short while, but you've been important to me in that time. The advice you've given to me in this short time will carry on through LotC and into my daily life, I presume, where I will hopefully take it to heart, one day! But not the exam advice. That was not compatible with me. I haven't much else to say that isn't cringeworthy, but I hope you keep being you, and that your immortality goes well (you aren't fooling me, child-faced man). Don't be /too/ terrible : )))

Thanks Halsey. I hope the cold of your doesn't get to you, you thing. I've barely known you for much time and I weep at that fact, because I'm sure it would have been swell to get to know you more. It's worth noting that we bumped into one another not out of chance but because I vanished, TPed to the Draugur Library, saw you and immediately went 'that must be a frost witch' followed by 'ooh this should be fun'. Yes, your skin was that obvious xD. Tssk. It was a pleasure knowing you and meeting you, and I you give me hope for the future of LotC. I hope more people are like you. We gotta do that 14th thing again, though.  P.S. Psh

Thanks Moot. You're gone now, but you made my RP spiral down into one hell of a fun mess, with the 'spooky evil' side of RP being revealed to me by you. It turns out that said side is rather addicting, but eventually real life caught up to me, regardless. I follow you into the world of reality... Forsooth.

Thanks Watyll. You made me realise that not everything or everyone lasts for ever, and that reality has a sharp bite. I tried to continue your legacy, but even I must vanish, too. If only you vanished in the same way I am, right now.

That's about it, folks. I'll be going, now. Life calls, and I cannot ignore it any longer. Already, I feel my feet taking me onwards. LotC was part of my life, and may very well be part of it  in the future (if both I and LotC still go on), but for now, I must leave it behind. Medical School awaits.

That, and a proper social life. Oof.

Au revoir, tout le monde, et merci. Merci pour tout les poissons.

P.S. Lorien n'est pas mort. Il est toujours vivant...quelque part...
 

 

[Rig 17580]

Gareth's had snapped to the side in the library, heart pounding -- alas, he could not locate the sensation. An uneasy feeling set itself into the pit of his stomach, as he simply crossed his arms, waiting.

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

Orsino lounging around in his manor, laying back against the pillows sitting near to his baths. He'd let out a sigh while shutting his eyes contemplating the sudden disappearance of Lorien "The Warlock". He'd lift his right hand, running his digits through his hair as he'd sharply exhale and would open his eyes once more. Although troubled by the apparent loss of Lorien there was naught he could do about it.

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

( What is this you put in my eyes.. :'( I actually shed a tear reading this dude. Even though you were a darkie, still loved you man! I wish you success and happiness man! Don't be a stranger ! :) o7 just don't say goodbye 

[Halsi 381]

The boots of a young Elven woman made an audible sound against the cracking stone of the citadel. Pure determination was read on her face, though a look of regret could be seen in her eye. Despite its broken and fallen state, the aheral managed to make her way inside. She dodges the few branches and trees to head upwards, ascending multiple stairs to reach her destination on the upper floor.

 

She arrived.

 

The elfess entered a dark home, yet many memories would the room keep. Her steps decelerate majorly as she saunters through the room, taking the spiral staircase that took herself to the bedchamber Her eyes fell upon the messy sheets, immediately.

 

She stopped.

 

Estelle crawls onto the bed, rolling herself so she rests on her side. With her hands clasped together, the witch does not close her eyes ever since.

 

"'Please.. Please come back."

 

The silent sobbing of a young maiden would echo through the halls of the citadel that only ceased in the nights..

 

Honestly Hugo, I really did not expect to receive so much grief from a player's departure. We may have not met too long ago, but you truly became one of the people who I could easily share everything with. You were amazing, and a perfect example for the LoTC community. I hope you do well with your medical studies, and I'll make sure to snapchat you more often now. <3

 

Au revoir à vous aussi, Hugoh.

[CaptainSheepy 317]

Ceruberr's strides come to a gradual halt as he wanders into Sanctuary's main square. Curious emerald eyes turn slowly to meet the humble dwelling to his left... It had been some time since he had seen the black haired magi. The reclusive warlock had captured Ceruberr's interest for many a year, yet regrettably nothing came of it.

 

The mystery of what truly lay behind those intelligent blue eyes was captivating -- though it would seem the mystery would remain just that...

 

 

Spoiler

 

 

Hugo, it has been such a pleasure to have met you and get to know you. Your creativity and ability to turn a phrase never ceases to amaze me -- you have a real talent! As always it is saddening to see such an incredible member of this community go, yet all good things must come to an end! You will be sorely missed, though I have every confidence that you will achieve greatly in whatever you pursue in life. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavours! Be the best Med Student that Mauritius has ever seeeeen!

 

 

 

 

[Chamosial 379]

Birds were sent. So many birds and yet, no reply. Visits were made to familiar places and yet, there was no sign of him. Tears were shed and yet, they did no good.

 

The young elfess strode towards her home, though the usual confidence in her steps would be minimal, her gaze showing a combination of sadness and concern as she looks straight ahead, a slight frown marring her features. The tapping of boots upon stone would echo throughout the otherwise silent streets as the moon shines overhead, a light breeze creating a chilling atmosphere, body shaking as a slight shiver runs down her spine.

 

Navigating her way through several shortcuts, she finally reaches her destination, unlocking the door and slamming it shut behind her, a few books falling off the shelves to the right from the force. Ignoring the mess, clicks and clanks would be heard as she locks the door securely before moving to the staircase and making her way down. She quickly lights a candle, carrying it with her to a small wooden desk and placing it down as the wax drips.

 

Lowering her body down into a straight backed chair, her hand extends out sliding a draw open and collecting a fresh piece of parchment, a quill and a vial of ink. Laying them out, her fingers curl around the length of the quill, feather brushing against her skin as she dips the tip into the ink, tapping it on the side of the vial before beginning to write what appears to be another letter to be sent, hand trembling lightly. As she writes, a few almost silent words would be uttered from her parched lips.

 

"Please, come back."

 

 

 

[1 1393]

His lab ablaze, acid covering the surrounding area.

Death

Something all will experience

His gaze shifts to the alembic, a vial shaking in a rhythmic pattern.

Yet is there a way to escape it?

Thoughts continued to race his mind.

Something in old Haelun'or...

The Citadel...

A bright sun burst across the sky, breaching into the protected haven of the Citadel. It's presence revealed that of a strange elf and a dwarf. A dwarf drawing runes. The elf being the victim.

I wonder what ever happened to him.

With that the shaking vial burst, more acid shooting about the cavern.

Irhamir's gaze turned to that of a wretched emotion, watching yet another attempt fail.

The cure to all only seems to crawl further away as time passes.

 

Well Hugo, I first met you in Athera. Drfate and an Iblees guild attempt, with you shade stabbing him. You have been here to see quite a bit of change that has happened to me, although I wish we had more chances to RP together. It's sad to see you go, and I definitely hope you crawl back.

[jamesb 218]

 

The crisp aroma of morning dew settled over the towering canopies, fleeting droplets of water plummeting sporadically from the sky. The grass was an appealing green, and the trees spiraled upwards so that their tips prodded the cloudless sky.  The serene sing-song of birds floated easily through the lush, uninhabited forest, only to be interrupted by the occasional crunching of leaves, as a small rodent or mammal ambled by. There was no rush, in this blissful haven.

 

Causing little ruckus was the quiet and placid Sam, who’s footsteps struck ever so faintly against the darkened, moist soil. Black hair was tossed nonchalantly over his eyes, evidently not having been cut in many months. A few strands had withered away, their coloring a bleak, lifeless grey. The man’s leathery hand was tightened around an unimpressive, slender rod of ebony, which he tapped rhythmically against the moist soil he sauntered over. His head tilted towards the clouds. His mind had been stirring something on this walk, and at this moment his lips parted, uttering exactly what had been causing his unrest.

“Where are you, Lorien?”

 

Spoiler

I’m not even sure what to say. I’ve known you for more than a year now, and you’ve brought smiles and joy(shame about that master plan, you goon). You've helped me progress both as a person and a role-player, and for that, I am ever grateful. Good luck in medical school, but hell, you won’t need that luck. We’ll all miss you.

 

[Locklathlan 41]

Two figures, lay beneath a twilit sky. Even now, the Sun only held sway in the farthest reaches of the night, its radiance lasting for naught but a few more minutes. Leaf and twig churned with a restless motion as the great northerly wind racked through the display of undergrowth, turning the mountain upon which the two remained into a vision of writhing brilliance. As snow drifted down from the north, the two spoke in a mixture of languages; though for the sake of understanding, we shall recount it in one.

 

"You are certain?"

"There is nothing more for me now. Nothing more that I can learn."

 

"You believe me fit for the Crown then?"

 

"You know the answer to that."

 

"You really, have no more of a reason to go on now that you dwindle, high above, alone on the endless ocean?"

 

"A ship at sea with no land to return to."

 

"What a bleak image. How thoroughly awful for such a vessel to be left to float for eternity."

 

"And that is why we rest here now. That is why this flame has come to an end. The darkness about the fire side is too much for one to weather alone."

 

"Aye, but the darkness is our home, friend. The darkness is whence all came, and whence all shall return."

 

"Do you believe we shall return, one day? Peaceful ignorance, all as one, under the endless shadow."

 

"That I do. We were not made to last, and so I believe that somewhere in the infinite, there is an end worked in among things."

 

Sitting upright, silver flowed out effortlessly above two emeralds - slight features, beautiful beyond any and all description. A voice hewn of marble, body of water, air, all things moving and light, heart of darkest obsidian, mind of shattered bronze, glittering and twirling in an endless fall. The glittering embers alighted on the Crown, a figment that passed briefly, an image that had little presence here, a concept that could not find a hold in a land of material things. A Light that transcended, a Light that burned the eye.

 

"You are certain?"

 

"A rotting hull on the great open shan't last long in a storm that knows no end."

 

"Then we are in agreement."

 

The sheer drop was quiet. The ground beneath was filled with utter peace. The shadow, thanks.

 

The second figure remained, his form fluttering in the wind - a statue, a testament to the loss of something dear. His hands formed a vague shape in the air, and the air began to sing. Eyes turned to view the earth, and wailed at the sight of crimson upon white.

 

The Statue turned his face skyward, arms open and accepting as silver trickled down from his eyes.

 

"I accept the Crown, I wear the Mantle, I hold the Scepter high, I stand upon the open shadow, and I call upon the Old Dark for validity. In me is the blood of the forefathers, and about me is the Shadow of yore.

 

I weep, and shall always weep, for the passing on of the finite, yet I see the future, and hold the torch high. The path, the path shall be forged."

 

Dropping his arms, the form of the Statue was wracked with sobs, falling upon his knees.

 

"You shall be missed, Gwendolyn."

 

---

 

Spoiler

 

You'll be missed, Hugo. You are and always will be a shining example of not only a member of this community, not only this server, but of a human being. Your sense of self, direction, and identity transcends all who I've ever had the opportunity to meet.

 

For those who trekked through the above, I don't expect you to understand it all - but thank you for attempting to decipher it, at least. I can only hope that the important message gets through easily. To you Hugo, I hope that some of it makes a little sense, and that you understand what the passing over is.

 

On topic once again, Hugo. . . I'll miss you to. I hope that medical school is all that you hoped it would be. Come back brighter than ever; I hope to see you, at some point. Let's hope that LOTC continues until that day, and that we meet under new pretenses.

 

Au revoir.

 

 

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

[Au revoir et bon voyage, mon ami. I'll miss you.]

 

            Alrian sits with his hands wrapped around the back of his head, the man resting back in his bed as he looks outside to the stars. A smile would be across his face, totally unaware of his brothers unrest. He'd glance over to Kypris, his visage showing an abundance of joy. 

[Tsuyose 3285]

 

The eldritch entity unbeknownst to those except few would poise its left arm up, flexing its elongated digits with a sinister smile adorning its arid lips; the magenta emanating from its ebon sockets in an ethereal hue-- the realm it resided it morphing around its opaque visage with a sphere of grey light illuminating the opaque skies, she would mutter a low whisper to the Warlock.

 

"Good night, sweet prince; come home soon."

 

Adorellan, stoic, head held high he would not weep nor talk, for he knew of his dear brothers departure-- he only beckoned the man home with open arms; a brotherhood unforgotten, a Warlock, always welcome.

 

"We await your return."

[Trips 344]

 NOOOOOOOOOOOO HUGO YOU'RE BREAKING MY HEART

 

"Our paths will surely cross again."

A man with a bandage strapped over his silky black hair spoke, in a tone not much louder than a susurration. It was merely a soft whisper, to himself, as he stopped in his endless steps for a single moment. He cast his gaze into the horizon looming way ahead of him, before setting out again, to wander aimlessly.

[Parkins 550]

An aged Necromancer sits quietly, tired look on his face seeming greater than ever as he hears news of Lorien's disappearance. Remembering all their time together, good and bad, the Necromancer would choose to fondly remember his friend.

 

((I'll miss you man. A great friend, and a great roleplayer.))

[Elad™ 560]

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