Lhindir_ 3691 Share Posted July 28, 2017 “Your end will be tragic; one you so rever will lead to your demise.” The words from the fortune teller stabbed deep into Lhindir’s soul, twisting to make a greater wound a he reaches his hands towards his abdomen. The wound was still so fresh, and still so frightening. He recalled the empire, when he was persecuted for his deed - bound and removed of his abilities. Or so he thought. He kept the wound for a while until his soul took a trip away from his body, only to return back with his abilities returned. He stood before the teller now, only bobbing his head in acknowledgment before he departed. He became paranoid after that, craven thoughts permeated his mind and urged him to stay hidden. He had to stay alive for his wife Alyndra; become strong for the two of them, because that is all that mattered to Lhindir. He would seek power and protection, crafting a plethora of machinations to guard his underground lair -- even making a titan to act as a personal guard -- and delve into Bloodmagic: A way to bolster his Arcane Power. That was all that mattered, to become strong. To grow in power so that he would no longer be scared. Lhindir grew far too paranoid, binding his very students to his will with the genus-empowering magic -- he did not expect one to inform the Ascended, and make his name known as a wretched magi, something similar to what he was referred to by the Orenian that he so revered. Veris was no longer safe, and being removed from his home would mean he would have to find new forms of safety. He sought out one who would know, one who might help him feel safe again, Avenel - the Orenian that once took his very power from him. Haense was bustling and booming with life as Lhindir approaches, just as the letter asked him to. He would find Avenel, and grovel if he had to earn the knowledge he head, but faith would have it a different way. As he approached Avenel, and began speaking to him - something odd happened; the chat took a turn for the worst. “You’ve caused some ****, Lhindir.” That phrase hit him hard, before the elf could remark with a full sentence, a sharp pain split his focus, blurring his vision and rendering him unconscious. When Lhindir woke up, the world was dark, he could feel the binds about his arms and legs, and the cloth which covered his eyes; there were voices, both recognizable to him. “You’re a wanted man, Lhindir.” One voice -- Avenel’s voice -- slithered into his audits. “They’re going to hunt you down, those dogged Ascended. They’re going to parade you around.” He added. The elf was panicking, fright infected his body as he begged and cried for another chance. “You won’t learn. They never learn.” The other voice -- Sarrion -- followed. The three conversed with one another for a time, mostly telling Lhindir of his transgressions against magic. He was sloppy, foolish in his work. He abused his gift. Lhindir didn’t respond too much after that, contemplating what was said as the two voices fell silent. Footfall proceeded to approach, and pause close to the elf. He became worried, asking what was going on with no response from the voices, except for one: Avenel, the monster who put him in this damned position. “We can fix you.” He said, and as the Orenian Elf uttered such, he felt his consciousness fade once again, caused by another sharp pain. He was no longer conscious after that, and three mages conducted their work on him - proclaiming that they would find a way to fix him. Woe to that idea. His memory was wiped, save for the guarded knowledge that was his arcane arts. They were going to instill new thoughts into him, to make him a better man. Though that notion was no longer. Another elf once more stripped his Golemancy whilst he was unconscious and secure. Lhindir was locked up for months in a small area, bound in stasis - a prison that Avenel and Sarrion would use as they decided on what to do with him. This one elf foiled what might have been a glorious masterpiece, that reeducation. When word came to the Orenian that once hunted him and took his powers, there was outrage in Avenel’s voice - his plan to make Lhindir better was destroyed. Funny how a simple spike can do such a thing. The prophecy from that teller was becoming ever more truthful as his comatose body was left alone with Avenel for a time. He who Lhindir so feared. “Fifty five years, six months, twenty-seven days, fourteen hours, thirty-three minutes, and eight seconds. That’s how long I have been hunting you, Lhindir.” Avenel rasped to the body, “I hate you, but wanted to change you… for the better. This plan was foiled.” A pause, “This hunt that haunted me so. It is time to end it.” And the other two that were previously in the room moved inside and brought the unconscious elf before the Orenian. “By the decree of Lex Arcana...” … “I hereby brand you Maleficar. Your sentence is death for your actions of harming others, breaking property, using the occult, using the arcane so foolishly, and worst of all: turning your back on your gift - succumbing to your foolishness.” Avenel pointed a blade towards Lhindir’s eye, and rammed the arcanium sword into it - giving way to penetrate his mind, and end his life. “I’m sorry.” Lhindir’s death was painless, body rendered to ash after his demise, yet he was dead long ago. Ripped and torn from his beloved wife - his great work no longer - how tragic. His life removed and taken away by the man he so revered; the Prophecy coming true. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MinionManXDD 503 Share Posted July 28, 2017 Upon hearing this news, Schnub'nub rejoices for he knows he has no more payments to pay the mighty mage! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
luv 3469 Share Posted July 28, 2017 Kypris would look into the mirror before her, within the Northwood plot, hearing the news she'd begin to wipe the black tears filled with makeup that ran down her cheeks. She'd look at her reflection for a short moment, before releasing a high pitched shrill and slamming a fist into the mirror that would send shards of said mirror everywhere. Looking to her bloody fist she'd release another set of sobs, and begin moving towards a chair by the fire place. She'd fall into the seat and curl herself into a ball, where she'd continue to cry. "I'm gonna miss you... Taliyu, my love..." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MinionManXDD 503 Share Posted July 28, 2017 6 minutes ago, Luv said: Kypris would look into the mirror before her, within the Northwood plot, hearing the news she'd begin to wipe the black tears filled with makeup that ran down her cheeks. She'd look at her reflection for a short moment, before releasing a high pitched shrill and slamming a fist into the mirror that would send shards of said mirror everywhere. Looking to her bloody fist she'd release another set of sobs, and begin moving towards a chair by the fire place. She'd fall into the seat and curl herself into a ball, where she'd continue to cry. "I'm gonna miss you..." 0 Schnub'nub would see the fit the woman was having from outside and chuckle at the scene. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The King Of The Moon 7016 Share Posted July 28, 2017 Ser Joseph Ciacci watches the smoke from the pyre afar, the Dreadknight's frosted gauntlet gripping the pommel of his shoulder-rested Zweihänder as the wind harassed his tattered cape upon the mountainside. For at least fourty years he had pursued that Elf; only for him to die by the hands of another. The empty suit of armour, for the first time since his own 'demise' some years back, suddenly knew how hollow he had become. He did ponder, trudging betwixt the snowy hills until he met a frozen lake north-west of the site, near a grave that housed someone else just far too familiar for the soldier. His battered plates clinked and scraped as he came down to kneel, staring into the empty visor that reflected from the sheet of ice before him. "Without the hunt, what becomes of the huntsman?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nekkore 641 Share Posted July 28, 2017 "Those who delve into the arcane for foolishness and for power deserve only death and death alone." The small elfess and Grand Enchanter sits idly in her office. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kvasir 1121 Share Posted July 28, 2017 Rasmodius slipped his gloves upon his hands. Hearing of the news he smirked, standing from his seat with a groan, looking about he said in his raspy voice to simply himself. "That makes it all of them, doesn't it?" He snickered strangely, going to walk off, taking out a notebook and crossing out a final name with a nod. "Goodbye, mentor." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cat Evocation 3728 Share Posted July 28, 2017 The First Enchanter locked himself in the highest tower of the floating keep home to the Enchantry, alone with nothing but the voice in his head he would occupy this time scratching away odd text into his grimoire that was kept locked up. "He did so much wrong.. But was this the right?" He questioned himself, taking in the blame for even letting Crumena do such. Suddenly an older and more darker voice lingered deep in his head. "You, a higher being of these other mortals, yet find your self in.. regret? Humanity is a very, very odd thing." Sarrion would bring his hand to the side of his head as the voice went silent, his eyes looking to the snow as it drifted softly outside, the archon lost in thought. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Elrith_ 4525 Share Posted July 28, 2017 "Cut one down and two will take its place." Elrith remarks. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pieman 1134 Share Posted July 28, 2017 Taeral sits in the tavern, smoking his pipe as he hears the news. "Such a shame.." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Imi 425 Share Posted July 28, 2017 Upon hearing the news of her husband's death, Alyndra sat in their home quietly, gaze fixed upon their young daughter, playing innocently with a small doll. The elfess rose from her seat, moving to slowly make her way down to her husband's laboratories, a certain deep green mist beginning to pool in her palms... "Your work shall not go unfinished, love.." Upon hearing the news of her husband's death, Alyndra sat in their home quietly, gaze fixed upon their young daughter, playing innocently with a small doll. The elfess rose from her seat, moving to slowly make her way down to her husband's laboratories, a certain deep green mist beginning to pool in her palms... "Your work shall not go unfinished, love.." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Old-Rattlesnake 1534 Share Posted July 28, 2017 Heial takes a dossier from the drawer of his desk and, with a large red stamp, prints the word 'DECEASED' upon it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tea with Gwyn 218 Share Posted July 28, 2017 Having returned to her homeland, Dziecko never got to hear of the elf's demise - the man who had rendered her left arm useless, the very same day she read his tragic fate in tarot. She would have lamented just a bit for the stranger, for in their brief time in one another's presence, before all hell had broken loose, he made her feel safe. Instead, the dryad lived a happy eternity with her kin, bound forever to her baby bonsai tree. (( I'm amazed that my character was able to so accurately predict Lhindir's doom. That RP was somethin' special. Here's to more good times for future characters! )) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DarkElfs 160 Share Posted July 28, 2017 A construct by the name of thalack II, would not have any word about this seeming think it normal for his impure to be out in the world it think like normal. It continue out of veris where his impure first made him, as he'd move out the town the construct walk off moving and moving forward as it move through toward the ocean, it go in the water to well follows it's command to learn. The construct may or may not return or even learn of its Impures death it seem. (Another persona to shelf for awhile it seems till I find a reason to go back to it then) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Share Posted July 28, 2017 1 hour ago, Master Sage Delaselva said: Heial takes a dossier from the drawer of his desk and, with a large red stamp, prints the word 'DECEASED' upon it. 0 Gareth takes a dossier from the drawer of his desk and, with a large red X, prints the word 'HUNTING' upon it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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