Ice Breaks Then Frost Bites

[TinyBiceps 569]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Felsen was once more buzzing with activity. Sun’s Smile gently grabbed ahold the lands across Vailor, slowly melting away the glum snow. Jester, a young bright-eyed man hidden in the rushing streets of Felsen, never enjoyed the Winter. The cold brought with it a feeling of isolation. It were as if a blanket draped over the land and tried to smother its natural beauty. Another one of his traditional sighs escaped him. He watched as his breath become visible in the frigid air then once again back into the atmosphere. The small uncomfortable oak chair creaked as he leaned back to ignore the soreness coming to life in his lower back. Years of guard work and lumberjacking decided today was the day he had to pay a toll. The price being heavy on him and his limbs. Finally right as he was on the brink of relaxation a firm tug on his jacket jerked him back to half consciousness. His golden eyes rolled forward as to coordinate with his opening eyelids. A small, grey-skinned, unhappy-looking being stared back at him. His brain short-circuited and panic shot through him.

Where am I?

Why is it familiar?

“Jester, I got the book you asked for,” she reiterated, shoving the book in his face, “Took alotta damn work!” He wearily took the book and sat up only to hunch over, his forearms now resting on the top of his thighs. He gave a slight shake of the head to try and rumble out anything coherent.

Click

“Lily! Thank ye. I was wonderin’ if ye skipped out on meh.” He chuckled but on the inside he still felt out of place. The feeling you get when you return home after a long day of work and your front door is unlocked.

She smiled, a rarity. “Mhmmm..”

Was she expecting something in return?

They sat there in an awkward silence.

“Oh my, Lily?”, rang a sweet voice from behind the dark elf.

Lily whipped around and I straightened my back to get a better look.

A beautiful voi-

“Who’s this?” the woman gestured to me, Lily now suddenly in an embrace.

“Jester, Kalila. I was giving him a book about magic, and some information on a teacher.”

Kalila hummed. She seemed to be thinking about something. “I actually own a small library of my own, and happen to know a few people,” she began, but Jester had stopped listening. Words buzzed in and out of his ears but all he could think about how her smile was perfect for her angular face.

“Would you like to?”, an expectant smile arose on her face though her eyes remained innocent.

“I’d love to, lead th’ way Ms. Kalila.”

 

 

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He was surprised when they began to march through the snow. Heading North was not expected. Such a small woman should freeze in the cold conditions.

Her trudging stopped and she swung around to meet his eyes, “I welcome you to my tiny home, Mister Jester. I apologize if we don't both fit. Do take off your shoes inside.” The home was warm. Not literally, but in a cordial demeanor sense.

Humble.

“I’ll go get the book,” and with that she disappeared. His eyes flickered around the room and he noted how many books lay scattered on the long dark oaken desk to his side. The sun setting allowed a few stray rays of light past the window blinds, giving off a summer vibe. It shone into his light brown eyes and made them look like glowing gold. Split ends of his hair glowed like curly white strands light cascading down the side of his face. Now shoe-less and partially blind, he stood awkwardly in the back of the room shielding his eyes and awaiting her return.

THUD

 

 

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Dust bloomed upwards as Kalila rubbed her hands together. A large, brown, blank paged book sits before them both.

“I’d like to tell you a story.”

The unlocked door feeling returned to him and his heart fluttered.

“One of sadness, of death and loneliness. Of an eternal pain you’ll never have to imagine.” Kalila excitedly rubbed her hands together. Focused blue eyes bore into his golden ones creating a certain feeling of curiousity to hang over the pair.

“There once was a bride, engaged to nobility of the land - and as per tradition they were to wed in the dead of night to appease the gods above. But,” her previously clasped hands sprung apart and her expression changed to one of mysticism. “As she walked to the altar she found none but the soft Winter’s snow. Chairs lay asunder and but a single rose left behind rest in the altar. She had been abandoned and she was devastated.” Kalila began to slowly drift her hands farther apart then continued. “And so into the wilderness she walked, Jester. Hysteria forming a cloud over her mind like a deadly hurricane! Her tears forming ice ‘pon the snow and her cries drew beasts ‘wards her! Her sadness staving each and every one off. And as night reached its high, her cries became so loud, some say Winter itself visited her that night. Others say it was a lowly Aengul. But that night... Whatever being she had met, compelled her to do something horrible.” Small icy crystals began to form between the space of her hands. They shimmered in all their glory as the sun died off behind the mountains, leaving them to dissipate as if they were an illusion. She takes this moment to make a brief gesture to her mouth. “The next man that crossed her path, she ate him.”

Time in the room seemed to have taken a vacation. The sun had long set and the noise of working villagers gone. All the white-haired man could do was sit there and swallow some thickly gathering saliva. Something about this brown haired woman's words seemed so compelling. They were full of power but they hid some kind of key emotion. Kalila’s delightful laugh echoes through her small abode and eventually dies off into a low chuckle. Her eyes continue to stare Jester down but now, instead of the knowledge loving warm-hearted woman he felt earlier, they were sad.

Pained. Angered. Apologetic.

Nervously he fidgeted with the collar of his shirt, “Are ye tellin’ me what I think yer tellin’ me?”

Oxygen escaped him as she gave a slow nod. In fact oxygen felt like it had ran off screaming at this point.

“See, the woman had been cursed. Cursed to be as fickle as a fox, as hungry and powerful as a wyvern.” A slush-like tear tries to make its way down her cheek.

Am I trembling?

Is she as fearful as I am?

She couldn't actually be feeling anything right now, she's just trying to trick me...

He watched stiffly as her hand reached towards the book and grasped the spine. He wanted to spout something poetic and meaningful. Something about how he spiraled down into this hole and was eaten by the fox. How this situation was like a dying rose and with each petal that fell was a new emotion he felt congregating in his head. Yet all he could muster up was a nod. Fear gripped him like the sun gripped the world when a new Seed began. Instead of a warm rebirth it was frozen and ran through every intricate detail until he was ready to implode. The SMACK of the book against his skull was the most painful. It knocked him back so hard that his hand had tried to find purchase on the table. Once again he had drifted into his own head and let his thoughts consume him before something else did. Before the book had even hit the ground he found himself grunting through gritted teeth as a gardening trowel made its destined way through his abdomen and out near his spine. A body, his body, fell to the ground unceremoniously in front of the witch.

“Don’t call me Mister.", were the only words that came out of him. There was no real reason why he had said that specifically but he felt at peace with it. Only two more things were left on his mind, the intense burn in his stomach and the powerful cold washing through his fingertips. As he began to slip into a new kind of consciousness Kalila placed a small piece of torn paper into his pocket then murmured something about the monks.

Was death cold?

 

 

(( Quick note, I know the frost witch story is incorrect, but that's how I was told it in game so no reason to change it. Also this was just a fun little thing I wrote detailing the story of my old character's first death.

[Kanadensare 456]

Gonna be honest with ya Rich, to long didn't read,  but it seems top quality and I like the formatting so +1 for you my good man.

[TinyBiceps 569]

3 hours ago, Joelinco said:

Gonna be honest with ya Rich, to long didn't read,  but it seems top quality and I like the formatting so +1 for you my good man.

honestly i have no idea how formatting works i just like colours ｡◕ ‿ ◕｡

[Kanadensare 456]

40 minutes ago, richkeyboard said:

honestly i have no idea how formatting works i just like colours ｡◕ ‿ ◕｡

<3

 

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