A FIRE SNUFFED OUT

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A FIRE SNUFFED OUT

If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.

 

“Follower of the Great Creator be relieved: One day thy loyalty will be rewarded.”

-Unknown

 

 

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The 16th Day of the Amber Cold, 1607

 

 

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"A fight begun, when the cause is just, will prevail over all others.”

The air was damp, McGrubors Woods seemed to smell of death every passing day. A dead retinue, slain in an instant. Two figures stood. A gargantuan Knight of hallowed armor and a righteous King. Their eyes met, and battle was to be had.

 

“False Rhetoric.”

A few steps forward; he held his ground. The King prepared, his blessed chopping axe ready. Crash, armor concave. Crumbling like tin.

 

“Through thy enemies wish to silence thee, Do not falter, defy them to the end.”

The Knight’s shoulder thrusted into a once pristine chestpiece. A gasp for life, a wanting for an opening.

 

“You won’t defy me for much longer.”

Defiance. This fight wasn’t to be had in an instant, a chop to the leg as armor would be dented. An irony smell ran thick in the woods, crimson sinking into the grass. The Knight proceeded.

 

“Through the destruction of thy enemies, thee will gain salvation.”

Slammed against the tree. Bark scraped skin as panting would escape the King. The Knight tore the circlet from his head, tearing it in two.

 

“You are far from salvation.”

A rallying charge, a sword tugged free as the King would move forward; aimed to pierce the being. Rain slicked his hair, rivers of red running down his face.

 

“Follower of the Great Creator be relieved: One day thy loyalty will be rewarded.”

The Knight stuck out a hand, clothes-lining the King. Knocked to the ground, throat grasped once more: He began to fade.

 

“Submit to Mordring.”

Darkness overtook the sky as night began. Hours had passed since the beating had begun, finish it.

 

“Do not let thy vision be clouded by evil, Look up, for the truth cometh from the Seven Skies.”

Bravery in the face of damnation. The Knight had none of it, dragging the King onwards. Heels dug into the ground, lines left in the mud.

 

“Why do you get to live and I don’t?”

Everything he’d worked for in this moment, taken away in spite. What was next?

 

“What powers cowards is their desire to live. What powers us is our desire to live better.”

The Knight’s gauntlet wrapped around flesh, choking words out of the King. They stood atop a ledge, a foul wind running through every bone. A figure, clad in a cloak, stood on watching. Pitiful.

 

“You do not deserve life.”

Free fall.

 

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[HurferDurfer1 2979]

Coltaine saunters through the woods with his plodding companion Ranholf, mourning the lack of witty repartee from his stoic friend.

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((Is this a pk post))

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Within the dark, decrepit recesses of a certain fair-haired individual's study a candle was lit - for the fire, although snuffed out in one, did yet burn on in those it touched in life. 

[bumblefina 2766]

 

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A sturdy ship departs from a port, sails unfurling and catching a hard gust of wind. The ship slowly turns, setting course for the distant lands of Aeldin.  From the deck, a fire-haired noblewoman gazes on towards the shore, a small girl in her arms and a teenage princess at her side. She shed no tears for these wretched isles, or the God forsaken creatures that inhabited it. She would never return.

[LadyRebecca 1050]

With her hands set to the wooden beams of the bow of the vessel, the young princess looks over the crashing waves, salty winds coating her hair and cheeks as she solemnly gazed out of the wash of blue. No smile was present and no laughter was heard as the trying times they left behind would always remain with her, undying as the undead never did.

[Piov 2643]

Marius mourns the loss of an ally, a colleague, and most importantly, a friend. With solemnity and sorrow, he says a small prayer under a quiet breath with disbelief of the reality of the moment before going over to the cathedral to light a candle in memoriam of Caius I of the Westerlands. 

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Rakim Yar receives word of Caius' death from his southern encampment from the late king's very own father.

 

"Caius is dead. Nut up for the title. - Leopold"

 

He makes his way to Bastion, unsure on how to feel for his former squire's untimely death.

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Philip offers Caius a solemn smile as they meet in the seven, he quickly rushes Caius to the bar so he may get his revenge.

[Guest]

A tumultuous presence in the Soul Stream swirls about within the waves, bony hands grasping along the shores clinging for life. Alas, he is submerged beneath the waves again to lament his sins, among them the fatal stabbing of Caius Horen.

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

Goobly Fancyhat sits atop the palace of Bastion, shoving his face full of food as tears roll down his face "Papa Caius... " he sniffles, wiping his face of tears before he collapses back and starts to ball out again "Whaiii! WHAIII! WHAI DID 'E 'AVE TU DIE?" 

 

Goobly sits back up, pulling out a bouquet of flowers from his hat as he lets it float down from the rooftops to the front of the doors of the palace "Res' in peace, papa..." And with that, Goobly vanishes with the tap of  his hat.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

baldric crast screams from the nethers

[erikur 91]

ivar screams in sadness :(

[Suicidium 1295]

Hamelin lit a single candle in a small prayer room, and anguished over the loss of the friend he once fondly referred to as his battle-brother. 

[Slothtastic 761]

Xiahou grieves for his fallen friend. 

"Hou-Shen will greet Caius in afterlife." He said, sitting down in his abode and lighting a candle for him.