molly molly molly 1329 Share Posted June 28, 2016 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DAJBU4Wtqg The man had faced much worse in his days. He had faced off against the leader of an entire cult, now fighting the remnants of it's ilk. The cult members decided raiding an Ascended Keep, on his island. That could not stand. He raced down the hill, drawing his bow in the process as he charged. He snagged an arrow into the string, and aimed his weapon at one named 'Charcoal', a masked pyromancer. His accuracy was one to reckon with, the arrow meeting 'Charcoal's' stomach. Upon the arrow meeting it's mark, he watched the stumbling man make his escape, ditching the bow for a long sword at his side instead. This may have been the worst decision of Kolohe's life, as before he was able to react, he was struck by a great fireball, square in the chest. Not only did it knock the wind right out of him, but it ignited his entire body in flame, the man screaming in agony in response. He rolled around frantically upon the floor, a great ball of cloth and melting skin. The last thing he knew before he died, was excruciating pain, and then the cold embrace of death. That was not the end for now, as he was woken up with a jolt, his body still facing that excruciating agony. He was dizzy, thrown out of proportions as he awoke, changed. Mangled. He could not hear anything for the time being, due to the shock of his body. When it finally sunk in, words were spoken. "You are Undead." He was risen from the dead, by his archnemesis the necromancer, Gareth Hawkthorne. He was filled with rage, drawing his dagger immediately. Any fate would be better than this one. Quickly, he was struck down, by the necromancer's blade. "The end," Was uttered from Gareth's mouth, as the life finally faded from Kolohe's burned, and impaled form. This was not a fitting end for anyone, but an end nonetheless. A sorry end for an honorable man. He was transported to the islands of Laureh'lin, where he was mourned by those whom loved him, and respectably gifted back to nature, as a sturdy pine tree. Kolohe Finnigan, Keeper of the Finnigan Seed, Steward of Laureh'lin, and the Northern mali, lived only a fraction of a full elf's life, though had experienced all life had to offer through his time on this soil. He experienced war, loyalty under the Second Akovian Regiment, friendship from the masses of charitable folk, the feeling of a lover's warm embrace, and the adoption of his child. The tree would be his final resting place, the Tree of Kolohe Finnigan. ((Sidenote: Right, I killed off my character because I'm hoping to inspire others to do so as well. If you neither side of a conflict ever PK's, how can any meaningful RP occur? Just some thoughts for the mind.)) 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Share Posted June 28, 2016 Dralazar remains bent before the altar to the Forlorn Lord, eyes closed. He remembered Kolohe well, fondly looking back to the time he took the young elf under his guidance. His thoughts quickly changed instead to recent events, where he had finally enacted his revenge after what could only be two decades. "The price is paid," he says to nobody in particular as the ruin etched into his scarred hand would flash red. "I offered him enlightenment, and all I found instead was his brainwashing. Misguided young fool." He sighs, brows furrowing as his eyes open. "A waste. He could have been so much more." He looks to the many names etched on the altar, among them Kolohe's. "He got what he deserved in the end, at the very least." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
luv 3469 Share Posted June 28, 2016 Kypris hears of the news of her old friend writting in her diary memories she shared with the man, and how he proved to be a wonderful man. "May you rest, my friend." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sky 0 Share Posted June 28, 2016 The Bull Druid grips his staff from the news, his skin ripping from the wood's roughness and his tightened grasp. "Kolohe... May the Aspects watch over you." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esterlen 4499 Share Posted June 28, 2016 As an elf, Kolohe may have been deprived of ascendancy in the Seven Skies - or so the Church of the Canon taught. Nevertheless, from some flinty corner of the afterlife, the ghost of an old emperor looked down upon his friend and associate as he met his fate. He was a good man and a true man, yes. He would have welcomed him if he could, yes. Of that he was sure. For he had been brought up to believe that non-humans were naturally evil and self-serving, and that they had cursed his people to bitter weakness and destitution too many times before. As he sat upon his throne for those twenty-one years, there had been those that had proven him right in this sentiment and those that had proven him wrong in it. Kolohe Finnigan had fallen within the latter category. He only wished that he had thanked him again for that before he died. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
winterblood 11181 Share Posted June 28, 2016 Nemir shakes her head with a slight grimace upon thinking of Kolohe's corpse at front of the gates of Laureh'lin. "Poor man.." she'd mutter under her breath while reaching to take a dusty alchemy book from a squeaky shelf. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drop Koala 332 Share Posted June 28, 2016 Damai heard of his bearded friends death when sitting in his office writing. The man whom might be seen as cold and harsh was mourning over his friend and battle-comrade, a grunt escaped his mouth. He needed revenge on the filth who killed him, the man who took his life. "I honor you Kolohe as a brother of mine, and llir of my seed. You shall be remembered a brave soldier for the Sirame, and a good friend of mine. I take it upon myself to act out against the filth who sought to take your life, and attempted to take one of my own brethren. Ame Nae Everah." Damai muttered these words to himself and Narmir as they stood over his final resting place beard clan will live on! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lhindir_ 3691 Share Posted June 28, 2016 Charcoal would laugh to himself, now deep within tunnels far from the Ascended keep would laugh in his bed, recovering from his wounds. "He put up a good fight..." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elvrohir Aureon 210 Share Posted July 4, 2016 Elvrohir, of Seed Aureon, stands before Kolohe' s Pine Tree. "Old friend, allow me to make a trade.." Elvrohir takes a knee, pulling out a knife, and cutting away one of the many roots that had grown and spiraled out of the ground. He bottles it in a strange, green, liquid. Standing back up, Elv procures a beaded necklace, with a unique image of Malin engraved on each bead. He wraps it around one of the lower branches, then takes a step back to watch it sway in the breeze. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ducklingator 795 Share Posted July 4, 2016 "He wanted to peel the skin off my body. **** him." An 'ame simply says. ((Plz no warning points ;-;)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
1 1393 Share Posted August 29, 2016 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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