The Final Goodbye

[Bvie 1754]

She lay there in a pool of her own blood. 

 

Her head elevated on a lap.

 

A bush of dark hair pressing itself into the crook of neck as it heaved and sobbed, its tears running down her neck.

 

Her blank eyes staring at the body before her.

 

 

 

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"Fuckin' degenerate scum!"

 

"Useless *****!"

 

"Perhaps you get your husband here, least his head is big enough to understand us!"

 

She sat still as the men in maroon and gold uniforms battered her with insults and remarks. Their cruel jests and attempts to hurt her washing over her.

 

She sat there, numb to their words, numb to their hate. 

 

The shield remained strong.

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"You dare try to put a treaty on us?!"

 

"You are a disgrace of a cleric!"

 

"You should be disconnected, you *****!"

 

She stood still as the blonde woman with the metal arm and the druid with black hair and white streaks insulted her. The paper of the treaty, one they requested themselves, flung at her and made to decorate the grass.

 

She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.

 

The shield remained strong.

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"You know why she left the Caliphate right?"

 

"She left because Arlen wouldn't leave his wife for her."

 

"So she threw a fit because she couldn't get laid and left. What a *****."

 

She stared at the pond as the report of lies spread by the Kharajyr's sage was told to her. The words and lies made to hurt her from the beast only fell on deaf ears as she stared at the ripples in the pond.

 

She sat there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.

 

The shield remained strong.

 

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"You're afraid to fight against them, aren't you?"

 

"You want to sit here and play pretend, like everything's alright in the world."

 

"I'm not. Not anymore. I'm leaving to fight because you'll be the end of this nation."

 

She stared as he heaved and hollered at her in the park, his things packed and ready to leave. His promises to be there breaking as he walked from her to fight in a war that lead to his death.

 

She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.

 

The shield remained strong.

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"We need to expand our lands! Help us!"

 

"War is coming to your lands if you do not solve this issue."

 

"Our people rely on you, you can't turn your back on us now."

 

She stared at the people before her, constantly asking for her to give, but never take. Their smiles and kind words fake and short in comparison to the bile they spewed about her behind her back.

 

She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.

 

The shield remained strong.

 

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"This isn't safe, you can't carry a child...."

 

"You're risking everything, just to make him happy."

 

"You're going to have to watch yourself, self-heal and keep it, and yourself healthy."

 

She stared at the walls of the doctor's office as he reprimanded her about the pregnancy. His worry washed over her, his disgust for her choice seeping into her.

 

She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.

 

The shield remained strong.

 

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"I will sink your city."

 

"I will sit and laugh as nature retakes your homes and destroys your lives."

 

"Just smile and nod and say you're sorry, even if you're not."

 

She stared at their faces, the druids she once protected slowly attacking her and her home. Only wishing for peace, their threats and violence towards her mounting up around her, crushing her from all sides.

 

She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.

 

The shield remained strong.

 

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"Lily....."

 

His body laid out on the table before her. Her hand moved from holding her stomach to her mouth, covering it as her eyes trembled.

 

His fist clutched a letter sent by her earlier that week, one that had gone unanswered. They tried to explain to her what happened.

 

She stared at his face, his scars and wrinkles of age slowly taking him from her. Where he'd bring her stories and flowers from his travels, only now the stillness of death is his gift to her.

 

She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.

 

 

 

But then, the shield cracked.

 

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Her grief consumed her.

 

Her rage controlled her.

 

She lost herself to her emotions. Her body gave up its fight.

 

She felt the warmth on her thigh, and as her eyes looked at her fingertips, she spied the crimson ichor that seeped down her leg.

 

 

She collapsed in her grief... in her rage... in her fleeting hope...

 

Her lips quivered...her words choked in her throat as she tried to pray....tried to connect to heal herself....

 

But the emotions she bottled up for so long claimed her concentration.

 

She fell backwards as she looked at her husband's body as the last bit of him she could hold onto bled out of her.

 

Her eyes  began to become blank as she lost focus of the world, as the little heart beat inside of her became still and left with her husband that night.

 

 

 

The shield finally shattered.

 

[Sky 0]

"Is she dead?" asks Toren.

[Slayy 816]

(( My heart shatteed with that shield)) 

[_Owen 47]

"Her child's dead I think Toren" Yelfir murmurs behind him his gaze locked at the sky. his hand resting against the tree as his nose twitches "Something seems to off Traska" He sighs looking down towards Traska the Panther whom looked up upon her friend a soft mewl and growl erupts from her lips as her amber eyes stare around the area there in. "I do think something is dreadfully of but cant find what is off" the druii looks at his hand with a small furrow of his brow while the other hand grasps the long iron wood pipe. white wisps of smoke spindle from his nose and lips as he exhales it out from the pipe. The druid turns on his heels and walks away humming to himself as he descends into the forest "Lets go home Traska" 

[Gallic 1066]

A Druid mourns. Despite her actions, despite her ire, despite the loss of his home.

 

His face is solemn, through a mix of his own problems and the word of his distant associate's misfortune.

 

"An innocent life was lost. An elven child." He spoke in grief to those nearby, "And I can almost hear the cries of joy that its mother was punished so. This was not the natural course, this was not a natural death; This was an atrocity. Cerridwen weeps."

 

Spoiler

 

[Farryn 860]

"Oh do tell me, little cleric, why did you try and disconnect that cleric I saw in that memory just now?"

She stayed silent, gritting her teeth. Arms pinned behind her back and the skin long peeled and raw from the metal.

"Pity. Was hoping that she did something wrong," her captor replied smugly. "Was it because she apparently abused a spell? Or was it because you actually allowed your agressive and zealous nature get to you? The latter seems more fitting, dont you think?"

No reply. Her captor merely scoffed and pulled his hand away from her head, his lips locked in a disgusted twist. He spat at the ground and stalked off, locking the door behind him with both keys and bolts. Now she was alone, in her cell where she had been for the past five or seven years.

 

'...it should have been me..' was what she thought, recovering from the mind mage's assault. '...It should have been me who was threatened with disconnection... not her...'

She still remembered those moments, those momemts she threatened Lilyana with disconnection. All because she was a nation leader and a cleric. All because she went against old traditions. The very attempt she made in the library kept replaying in her head; she had allowed her hatred and fury impact another fellow cleric negatively... and she had dishonoured herself as a cleric. For the first time, Elvira would not care if she would face a horrific punishment for what she tried to do. She would accept it, even a disconnection if she had no order to return to and was ready to die.

 

Yet for now. Elvira knew what to do: escape and fix her errors. Thats what she was going to do. She had spent too long with these maniacs and she needed to get free. Escape and reach her order. Then find Lilyana and apologise... and face judgement like she should have done all those years ago. Even if Lilyana still despises her, Elvira will at least do all she can to aid another clerical leader.

With newfound strength, the Arm of Tahariae began to think and plan.

'Tahariae guide me... and protect all the clerics, especially Lilyana..'

 

((Ooc: Just decided to throw in an Elvira response(?)in here. A nicely written post, Squirt, with a lot of meanings in it. I recommemd you all read back and consider what this post means. Apologise if vague, I am typing from my phone and just woke up.))

[Zindran 590]

The Axolotl druid simply leans back in a chair in a grove, listening to the hum of nature while watching druids come and go. Eventually getting up and helping them move crates into better locations to not disturb the wildlife of the grove.
"If only Lilyana really wanted peace with druids, but alas she banishes people far too easily. Along with her false accusations against Sister Wisteria. Such a shame."

 

((Edit: Also, the quote after 'I will sink your city' wasn't what was said in RP. The character simply said he wished nature would retake Sutica. :/

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

Ashruf Kaneen would attempt to talk the council and Sultan to keep the druids out of Haria. "We need to build a wall, my Sultan."

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Far within the forests of Sutica within a higan cherry tree sat a familiar kitten. Her ice blue eyes following the ker wolves move in their territory, the young ushered by their mothers. As a small sugar glider bright her news, her eyes lowered. "Aspects." She touched her tree carefully, a sadness filling her gaze. "Whether I agree with her or not, no one should ever suffer that." An elderly white ker wolf slowly shifted to the base of the tree, whining a bit as she laid down. The kitten slowly sliding down from her tree, watching the dreamer rest. Her eyes slowly turned to the wolf before turning to her tree. "Cerridwen lost something very special. I feel that pain all too well Luna." She reached up, grasping a branch and allowing it to slip into her palm. Her eyes turning turquoise as she began to fill the limb with life. "Luna, you know who to send this to. Deliver this letter as well. I wish to do this in person, but, there are some things even I cannot control." The wolf dipped her head taking the sapling and letter to Sutica.

 

To a mother in mourning,

 

No one should ever feel the loss you have today. Whether we see eye to eye or not, this loss is felt even in the deepest parts of your forest. I wish I could give you my condolences in person, but there are things I cannot control keeping me away. I offer my sincerest condolences for the family and offer an everblooming Higan Cherry tree. It's pale blue flowers will bloom year round. Plant this at the grave so that the lives may live on in your garden. May this small gift offer a small amount of comfort. The loss felt today, should never be.

 

My sincerest condolences,

Kitten Druid

[Sujamma Addict 514]

23 minutes ago, Imam Faiz Kharadeen said:

"We need to build a wall, my Sultan."

 

"Agreed, call upon the Easterners." 

 

 

"They'll build a wall that no one will forget."

[Chaw 964]

Tarub picks up his warhammer, eyeing the druid den. "Et seem'en loike a crusade es en ordeh. Ah can nae wai' unti' ah kill evere' las' fuckin' one o' tem natuchuh bendin' elvin twats."

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

"DRUID VS SUTICA WAR HYPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Cheers Xavier

[Tsuyose 3285]

Peter Sigismund, Duke of Mardon, encloses his palms behind his back beside the late regent Charles, brows furrowed as news is promptly bequeathed unto the remainder of the Isles.

 

"The Druids must be put to the blade,"

 

The youth mutters, shifting his attention toward the ducal lands, eyeing the once sprouted Elder Tree.

 

"They're the equivalent to the scourge, I dare say! Ave our Maker!"

 

"If no-one will execute these fiends, then one day, one day soon, I'll give them their due reward- druidic blood will be spilt."

[Bvie 1754]

5 hours ago, Zindran said:

The Axolotl druid simply leans back in a chair in a grove, listening to the hum of nature while watching druids come and go. Eventually getting up and helping them move crates into better locations to not disturb the wildlife of the grove.
"If only Lilyana really wanted peace with druids, but alas she banishes people far too easily. Along with her false accusations against Sister Wisteria. Such a shame."

 

((Edit: Also, the quote after 'I will sink your city' wasn't what was said in RP. The character simply said he wished nature would retake Sutica. :/

 

Spoiler

((Different colors mean different speakers.

 

 

Here's one of the times it was said.))

 

Edit: Oh Sorry Zin, I shouldnt try replying at 4AM without sleep and being sick.

 

Your comment is pieced together from the first day and then later when we discussed it the next day, when you said you simply wanted to 'destroy the city and not the people in it'. To which Lily said that destroying homes and livelihoods isn't much better.

 

Did the best I could with the quotes, didn't want to search through every SS I have for the exact words towards the end, as the main gist of it is still there. 

 

 

[Slothtastic 761]

J'Dul hears news of this. Looking back to Joor Jr. and Jula he imagines what it'd be like if he lost one of his. 

"NAw parent should have to feel that...