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The Death of Rakim


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19th of The Amber Cold, 1665

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In the frozen wastes of southern Atlas, a small retinue of armed men wade through the blizzard beaten and bruised by the anomalies they were met with in the journey. The rogue golems, the rotted skeletons brought back to life. Something was wrong with this land - and it’s what ultimately drew the old Qalasheen man there.

 

Rakim’s body fell into the snow and the retinue stopped all around him. A levy spearman attempted to help the fallen man from his feet but to no avail- Rakim was unable to keep his balance and fell back down. Upon closer inspection, a rotted arrow was lodged into his gut and blood stained the white of his Lucienist tabard.

 

“I just wanted to adventure a little more longer…” Rakim forced a yellowed grin.

 

Their easterner companion, Daizuki, lamented over not bringing his curry believing it would save the old man but Rakim waved his hand weakly in dismiss.

 

“Mastah Bobo told me light es no good! Ees not friend!”

 

“Oh, shokran for your concern, Slantie. But I’m far too old for this,” Rakim averted his gaze to Pius now. “Pius, please don’t let me die a wounded dog. I deserve better than this. Remember what I asked of you and do your duty...I want to see all of loved ones now.”

 

Pius nodded solemnly. “I now understand what you meant, old friend.” He looked to Daizuki and the levy spearman. “A Vander must go out, friends. With a blade in his belly - not an arrow in it.” He looked back down to Rakim. “Tis dignifying.”

 

Pius unsheathes the Sword of Hallowvale, the blade passed down in House Yar that Rakim, for whatever his reasons were, opted to leave to his last squire instead of his surviving direct kin. He would say aloud a hymn amongst the four present.

 

“Thy faith was true - yet no power could save thee. Like the Great Lord, one day you shall rise again!”

 

Pius plunged the sword into Rakim’s gut. In such a long life, Rakim lived passed generations of man seeing kingdoms rise and fall. A tear escaped the old Qalasheen’s eye and he offered a soft smile to his companions. All he could hope for now was to be reunited with his friends and family in the Seven Skies. And with that, the Grandmaster of the Order of Saint Lucien was no more.

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[!] The next day, the smell of burning flesh would seep from the manholes scattered around Senntisten.

 

Grandmaster Rakim "the Good" Yar

2nd of the Deep Cold, 1549 - 19th of the Amber Cold, 1665

 

“التنين تنهض ثانية

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Jack Amador stood in the Seven Skies, a smile upon his face as he was finally reunited with his old comrade.

 

"About time old man.."

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*An old Thomas Wettlock stands amongst the crowd as Rakim's pyre is lit, his hair dyed jet black, dark circles running under his eyes. The sullen and solitary man gently signs the Lorraine across his chest, though not a religious man himself. He knew Rakim to be both honourable and chivalrous, a man whose life was well lived.

 

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Somewhere, perhaps nowhere at all.

"You were my mentor, my brother, my subject, and even my King. I only hope to see you soon, old man."

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Old Man Saeed Heard the news and shook his head "From God We come...And to Him We shall return...ya Rab...Be just with him upon the time of judgement." the old frail man said quietly and softly to himself

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hmm." Auda says stuck in a hostile island "If only the harbors wasn't occupied by these fanatics..."  auda would sigh wishing he was home with his fellow comrades

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Dreek cries for the good woman with big thighs who never found her perfect husband

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@Dreek

 

((yo real talk that my other character second of all you quack FMs deleted that post so you should give yourself a warning point))

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"I am the last." Said an old soul, and even as he mourned his old battle brother, he also celebrated their many victories and how Rakim lived his life.

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Tigrisdyr would smile upon seeing Rakim enter the Seven Skies. "It's been too long old friend.  Can't wait to hear about all of your battles! We shall mark this day as a glorious one." He then looks down and says "I hope little Almas is okay." He then rises his head up and starts patting Rakim on the back.They then walk together.

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Vitallius dons a placid smile on his lips as he accepts Rakim into the Seven Skies with open arms.

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Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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