The Fall of Nazorean

[Kvasir 1121]

 

The Adunian man bitten with snow arrived at the Enchantry. His vision fuzzy, he walked with a cane. His body was weak and frail, breath turning to frost on the cold mountain as he maneuvered his way up. His dull eyes staring up at The Enchantry as he called out, fingers shaking. This was his final hope, for the time being, there was not much left for him to do in his life. He had been through nation to nation; banished. Been through person to person; rejected. Been from lover to lover; heartbroken. A lonely man with himself and the void left. There was not much hope for him anymore, and his form had grown tired and worn with the void. Since sixteen, twenty long years gone past, he had been learning. The man had been through more than most had been at his younger age. He'd experienced the void, he'd experienced the drain of the Sanctum, and seen the wonders of the holy. The void was his only solace left, a faulty friend a faulty guide. A giving cancer that grew upon his subconscious. Shame and hate filled him only now, and the longing for a love shared but never received fuzzy and long ago. - From ripped shreds of memories to vivid and terrible recollections. He had prepared for anything to happen, letters were strewn about his person. 

 

The Enchantry. A refuge where he hoped to go and seek pity upon his poor soul, wrecked and beaten by other nations for good enough reason. The man had been through it all, with a drive that was crooked and scornful. A child's mind, not receiving what it wanted so it threw a series of fits hoping to be noticed, hoping to be held. Though the endless unsatisfaction with not being able to truly feel what he needed most, or believed he needed most in himself drove him to different and strange edges. Titter-tottering on the brink of either side. Hoping that one day one would bring him to cave in, hoping that one would bring him to another. - To bring him to the satisfication he so desired and ruined with his own jealousy and hate. Hatred for himself, not for others. Jealousy for what he could have been and should have been in his life. - For what might have and might have not been. To leave this all behind was a dream not lost in the snows for his wishful mind. His glove wrapped upon itself into a fist, going to bang upon the door. Each hit brought back a memory for him.

 

Thoughts of his past, who he was and who was meant to become. Thoughts of meeting the old sagely man Elindor, helping him and trying to be nice to him. Kind words uttered by him, criticism and help. Direction and wisdom that the boy should have taken to heart, rather than to mind. To teach him to manipulate, to teach him to steal, to teach him to trick and show others something that they could not understand. To understand the mind, and to show its tangled mess of complexity in words verbose and meaning impactful. - To still not understand this, even with the best of effort. --- A mistake for the young mage as he took it to his head, to think he was powerful. To believe that he was to be creator of his own destiny, rather than the observer and passenger of it. Within a great bore a lackluster man, with twisted sense.

Thoughts of the now, and gaps in it. Mutterings of recent events the man did not understand. Though horrible things beyond his reach and own knowing. Outside the scope of his perceivable memory that was still left intact. Manipulation of ones he loved, for reasons he did not understand himself. An unsatiable lust, meeting many women and cheating on spouses. He had ruined the ones who loved him and trusted him. Those who had given him a second chance. A burning memory seared through still, to what could have been in his life. A sad fact for him. A missing love that was returned to him but could never truly be fulfilled. One he ruined with jealousy and hatred. One he ruined with those he met, and what he wanted. - Judgment clouded, want overshadowing. A misunderstanding and the plain fact that what he wanted that drove him so forcefully towards destruction was something that would only bring others grief in the future. Hope to fall once and for all after his own trust had shattered. Others about him, he thought, could not be trusted. He did not feel safe in his own skin. A constant desire to imagine one in the shoes of another that he could never bring into the fold of it all. - Bigger than they might have thought. A deeper thought and a deeper purpose for love and loneliness. The taste of being loved had caught the man, a feeling he had never felt too truly in his youth. Safety, and Security. He felt bored because he knew that it was not exactly what he was searching for. He was searching for not something in general, but for what he believed he needed. Sleepless nights and sleepless days.

 

To now, a burning flame still left within him. A flame to still be good, to still find love. A hopeless dream it was, as he tried to show love, he tried to show others he cared and felt, all for naught. A brutish stranger he was to many. A man they heard the name of, and saw signs about and thought that he was not who he truly wished to be. An idealistic person he was,  a fool to think he could not be brought to his end. To bear his name with pride. To show that he was not afraid when that's exactly what his essence was. A fearful man with no purpose, searching desperately for something to do, something to say, something to see. he wanted to settle down, but he was no good at that. He did not handle boredom well. A history of high hopes lead to a small and deflated ego, being hidden by a frail weak disguise that was him inflating it to a massive size, where he eventually began to believe his own lies. A manipulator at heart, wanting to pull on the strings, to bring emotions of others out. To bring what he wanted to himself. In his blindness, he could have seen that what he wanted could have been there if he was just patient.

 

 

 

  Approaching now, his banging was done. The snow fell above him and the door was opened. A glowing figure in the mists was cleared before him, glowing with green, aura strong and voidal presence great. He greeted Nazorean by name in near confusion and seemingly interest. He brought him up, asking questions and speaking of the things he heard of Nazorean before. They both were to sit. The Archon before Nazorean stared at him.

 

The Archon Sarrion stared upon the figure of the Adunian. Voice reverberating strangely and faintly to the poor-sighted man. Nazorean stood there, very frail, emotions pouring through him as he thought. His eyes never focusing as the Archon beckoned him to stand before him. He did so. Nazorean's dull almond eyes flashed with recognition of the Archon. His form moving closer to Sarrion.  The glowing spectral figure before him reached to his side, pulling out a dagger to the Adunian did not react, the poor man being to frail at the moment to resist, tears in his eyes he looked pitifully up to the man, before being stabbed. He fell to the ground, onto his knees, vision finally fading with a hard thud upon the ground. The Archon staring down at the man, sheathing the bloody knife. Nazoreans tale had ended. Letters found in his bag were sent out.

{!} The Letter Box {!}

 

[!] These letters were kept in a box and collected over many years. - They are from different times in Nazoreans life, so there may be some things that he never read himself. The letterbox now breeched was then sent out in whole, in its final form. [!]

 

 

Letter I: Heial.

 

"Dear
Heial, I am so sorry for turning out so bad. You were a great man, and I am sorry that things turned out the way they did. It could have better, I am sorry for letting you down if I have done such to you. You were important to me, and I am sure you are glad to see me go now. I have been no good to you. I thank you.  ~ Love Nazorean."

 

Letter II: Azoth.

 

"Dear Azoth, thank you for accepting me. Thank you. You have been so incredibly generous. You were always understanding of me even when I did bad things, and when I said bad stuff. - I will never understand the feeling."

 

Letter III:
Elindor.

 

"I wish we could have had more time together... You were the most important person in the world to me, the most important thing to ever happen me. The most important person in my life, like a true father to me, like a true caretaker. A good friend. You were the best a person could ever ask for, and I failed you. So I am sorry, and I hope that you can forgive me. I hope that I have not turned you off from friends, or turned you off from the prospect of helping others. I was a lousy person all along, and it is my fault."

 

Letter IV:
Awaiti.

 

"I am writing this before I get my memories of you erased by
Magara. I am so sorry for what I have done to you. I am sorry for how this all turned out, and I'm so sorry about all the things I have done to you, and the disrespect and discomfort I have shown to you. I know that if things were different, we could have been happy. We could have been together. - There wouldn't have been a need for this letter, or the things I had done to you, inexcusable things. I know that you will not care for this. But I do hope you remember me, and remember the intention of good that I hoped to inflict upon you. I know I have done bad. But I wish for you to know I meant only the best for you, even if I got greedy and didn't understand. I only ever wanted you to be happy, but I got distracted, I know you hate me now. ~ Love Nazorean."

 

 

Letter V: Dael'ran.

 

"Dael, I am sorry we could not have been closer. You were a great brother and I couldn't have asked for more, thank you. I am glad that you ever came around, and I am glad that you at least bothered to show anything to me, to show that you were there at least... - Love your brother, Nazorean."

 

Letter VI:
Braehn Elendil.

 

"You were like a father to me, and one of my best friends in the short time you would speak to me. You are one of the bravest men to walk our plane. Thank you for everything and I hope that you are happier this way. - I failed you as well... ~ Nazorean."

 

Letter VII: Evelyn Elendil.

 

"We also could have been happy... - I am sorry for the distrust I spawned in your heart, and I wanted things to be better, even if I did not wait for you... Forgive me. ~ Nazorean."

 

Letter VIII: Magara.

 

"You were one of my only friends left. I am sorry if this ever had to reach you. You were great to me, and tried your best. Please don't be too sad. ~ Nazorean."

 

Letter IX: Achan.

 

"A darkened essence of the betrayer is still using the light. ~ Nazorean."

 

Letter X: Charis.

 

"You were all I could have asked for in the short time that you were there for me, and I forgive you... ~ Nazorean."

 

A Letter For Arian.

 

"You were the only other person I ever felt a need truly be with. The only green-person
that I would ever love. ~ A withstandingly sorrowful Nazorean."

 

A Letter For Uldrivt and Twins.

"Hello, I am to understand that you are to have my children in your care. You told me to write letters for them when they are of age. I have no advice to give, I am not a wise man... I will say some things however. Do turn out to better than me, and do not fall into the trap of thinking you are better than any other, man or woman. You will turn out fine if you are to remember that. Do not let yourself take power over whimsy, or whimsy over sanity. Please become good... - Do not mess up the one life you are offered. ~ Nazorean, The Father."

 

A Letter For Erika.

 

"Erika, I know I was tough on you. I saw you as a child as my own, and I only wanted what I thought would be best for you. I am sorry if I was to push you too hard, but I hope you turn out okay. May the sun smile upon you, friend. ~ Nazorean."

 

 

And with that, Nazorean's letters were sent out. The man was then gone. Lost to the sands of times and the memories of those who felt any emotion of him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Cat Evocation 3728]

"Rogue Mages pay with blood if they cannot be reformed, and so ends the tale of another." Sarrion muttered.

[MysteryMan 11]

Sam would overhear a small conversation within her tavern discussing news of the mages death, her eyes resting upon the small stone bear figure on her counter. "The good ones always seem to leave us sooner then they should" she would say, a hint of sadness creeping into her usually joyous tone.

[Parker 390]

" ****. . . . he stole my kill. . . "

a puppeteer muttered.

[Gone 869]

10 minutes ago, Cybering said:

Letter VIII: Magara.

 

"You were one of my only friends left. I am sorry if this ever had to reach you. You were great to me, and tried your best. Please don't be too sad. ~ Nazorean."

 

Each day she went to Nazorean's house with a small basket in hand, a muffin inside it. Each day her knocks went unanswered and so she would leave the muffin at his door and take the one from the previous day away. This didn't bother Magara as she assumed that one day he'd either answer the door or she'd run across him in the square on her walk, the thought of something foul happening to her lonely friend never really crossing her mind until she got the letter. Deep within her home she sat on her bed and looked at the small parchment, flipping it over and over in her confusion at the short message. Why would she be sad? 

Finally her mind remembered his attempts. Trying to throw himself off the bridge, off the gate, wanting to die... Magara's hand drained of color as she set the letter carefully aside as if it were suddenly a fragile treasure. Wails of loss echo from deep within the Vulnir house that evening.

[Veggie 150]

Marb did not know the man, and thus carried on normally with his life.

[Jentos 9425]

"I'll see you in hell." Said an old lich, making a finale salute before making his way off 

"**** me... I already miss him." He muttered to himself

[OzYmandi 647]

Oggy'Lur the Somewhat Smart is sad that the person he whispered 'Blub' in the ear did not send him a message

"Mi blUBBed wiB hEEm"

[Gallic 1066]

Even Oliver, who Naz probably didn't want to hang out with anyway, hears of this news and seems quite upset. In his bitter old age, he expresses this in a loud way.

 

... "DIDN'T EVEN SEND ME A LETTER!" ... "I WAS SUPPOSED TO DIE FIRST!" ... "GODDAMN NAZ!" ... "WHO THE HELL DO I DRINK WITH NOW?!" ...

 

These are among the many things he grumbles this day.

[Archipelego 2188]

Kasfer does not receive a letter. Because of this he is glad Naz is dead. >:c.

[Sander 3312]

Gilondir frowned lightly as he heard of Nazorean's death, sitting down under a tree and staring up to the canopy above as thoughts and memories rushed through his head. "So the ol' bugger is gone.." He mumbles to himself after a while, sighing softly. Even though he hadn't been that close with Nazorean, he still considered him as an old friend despite his past actions. "May the aspects preserve the fellah.." He grumbles softly and with that he'd press an acorn which laid on the ground into the soil, standing up afterwards with a deep sigh before continuing on with his day, not in the usually happy mood he had been in before though.

[Zacho 2177]

8 hours ago, Cybering said:

Letter V: Dael'ran.

 

"Dael, I am sorry we could not have been closer. You were a great brother and I couldn't have asked for more, thank you. I am glad that you ever came around, and I am glad that you at least bothered to show anything to me, to show that you were there at least... - Love your brother, Nazorean."

Dael woke from a slumber, wiping his eyes with a yawn, the smell of animals close by. Sluggishly he moved and found said letter, reading over it his brow raised in curiosity, only to fall to sorrow moments later, a frown covering his face. "Another Adunian falls.... Like we have so many times before, but again we will rise another day. Rest well brother, be with our ancestors"

[Ducklingator 795]

"He lived a foolish man; he died a foolish man." A woman speaks with a relative calm voice upon receiving news of this. "What an unfortunate thing. He made constant attempts to become a better person, to no avail."

[LithiumSedai 5750]

Renna bursts into uncontrollable, hysterical laughter upon hearing the news; her right hand signing a Lorraine cross in the air as a twisted echo of a memory. "Until we meet again," she uttered simply.

[drfate786 1690]

Alifer would go out looking for his assistant, he had a job to do.