The Death of Phaedrus

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

 

[[For ease of reading I just did common for the dialogue.]]

 

The lands were on their way to recovery, slowly but surely the taint had been chipped away. In its place, life returned once more, and was beginning to flourish.

 

Phaedrus walked on his way past the dead trees, moving to the rest of the tainted lands the lay between the sands and the rest of the world, only to be greeted by the Rex of the Uruks himself, Kharak'Raguk.

 

 

Phaedrus approached the Uruk, as the large red man called out to him in anger, having seen the cleansed lands. The Elf's stride unfaltering as he came upon him. 

 

"There is no difference between these two lands, both are unnatural..." The Rex growled out.

 

"These are what the lands look like, when no one has meddled with them. They are, by definition, natural." The Elf replied simply.

 

Both wished for the same thing. To see the Uruks flourish. However, they both had very, very different ways of going about it, and the scars from past times were still prominent, in memory. They spoke a great deal of time. Despite the Rex's disdain for the Elf, he never refused to listen to him. At times even laughing at the little farseer's dry humor.

 

In the end, it was all for naught. Phaedrus had tried desperately to sway Kharak from continuing down the path which lead him to corrupting the lands, however the Rex was stout in his choices, determined to see them through and ensure the safety of his people.

 

"I will deal with my people..." The Rex finally said, before turning to depart.

 

"Then where does that leave things, will you continue with this taint?" Phaedrus asked quickly, tilting his chin upward in apprehension as he squinted toward the back of the Rex.

 

"You will have to see." Kharak replied once more, with a sigh following shortly after.

 

"I need your answer now, Kharak."

 

"You will never understand. Not now."

 

"Draw your weapon, then."

 

The Rex turned around slowly, bringing his blade from his sheath as he faces the Elf. Phaedrus drawing his falchion from his waist in turn as he set his staff aside.

 

"You wish to fight me?" The Rex asked in challenge, stomping ever closer.

 

"I am sorry it has come to this." Phaedrus replied shortly after, flicking his sword into position.

 

"Come then, Elf."

 

With that, they clashed, kicking up clouds of dead grass and sloshing through the mud of the tainted lands while exchanging blow after blow. The Elf found his movements matched and his swings bested, he had grown softer since his time away from the harsh sands, it showed. It would be the death of him. With a final roar the Rex impaled his sword into Phaedrus' gut. The searing, incredibly painful pressure of the blade within his body causing him to gasp out in pain. 

 

 

 

Phaedrus had been slain.

 

The Rex stared down at the corpse of the Elf, the farseer, his brother, and carried him to his final resting place in the sands of the Uzg.

 

He was with the spirits now.

[Guest]

Kairn frowns, looking over to Aenor. "Horrible news." 

[hellfiazz 879]

Buubztik bows his head in respect for the fallen Shaman. "Gimbziimarum sha Ilzgul, Phaedrus."

[Travista 1361]

"Karahk lat skah'n nixi," Shreck'Lak would grumble.

[Venym Nyx 87]

Ketiley's expression darkened upon hearing the news. Her emerald gaze shifting to the floor to stare absently. Her mind filled with a mixture of emotions. Her features were hard as she continued to stare for a moment longer before she looked to the skies and pulled an arm up to pound her fist against her chest in a salute to the fallen Mali'.

 

"I knew you…Not as well as others. But I respected you. You were a kind man, and a talented smith-… May my god Ankou guide your soul to Halvengr. May you dine with the gods, farewell Phaedrus. You will never be forgotten…"

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

Rap'Lur takes the blade Phaedrus made for him and hangs it on a wall plaque.

 

"Skah lat, Kharak."

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

As Vorgo would stand amongst the halls of San'Thraka, Kharak would approach him wielding a limp body across his shoulder, giving him off to Vorgo. As he glares at the lifeless body of the previous Rex, a feeling of sorrow would overcome him. He would think back on early ages, walking through the Goi constantly seeing him through the sand of the desert. He would speak "Laht wehnt wid hunur."

[Space 2335]

It was bad to be happy about someone's death. Is what he thought. But... Felt a bit of pleasure at the death of this genocider.

[Runabarn 1028]

Wraps nods slowly upon hearing the news "Just like mi had blah'd... Do nub defy the will of the spirits, bruddas." She then walks back into the goi, to toil in her workshop.

[Josh3738 3137]

Zahrer's finger traces slowly over each of the long scars across the palm of his right hand as he hears the news. He spits into the fire, a feeling of anger washing over him as he mutters something about an Oathbreaker and unsettled grudges.

[Smaw 2376]

Kharak'Raguk slumped into his throne, sitting in silent contemplation. A somber look fell upon his face as he looked off to the floor, shaking his head lightly.

 

((Great post, and respect to you.))

[Jordan1921 373]

Hogarth heard the news in the local tavern, slumping down in his seat and breathing a long sigh. He mutters to himself, "Ah'm sorreh et ended loike t'at friend, ah 'spose yeh were ah warrior tuh teh end...Meh weh meet fer ah drink 'gain somedeh." He says, walking back home with a mournful expression. 

[justDEWit 133]

Ravondir frowned at the news of Phaedrus' death, he slumped down in his seat slightly. "I don't like those aggressive beings any longer. Respect for you, Phaedrus." Ravondir left the tavern soon after, pumping his fist on his chest multiple times.

[Gebruht 39]

"ReP." Says Okka

[Kaelan 1918]

"Awful news," Aelthus would say upon hearing about the events. "It's always sad to lose a member of the Sirame, especially someone like "Phaedrus. Undoubtedly the Sirame will never quite be the same without him."