[PK] The Wind Blows. . .

[Adelemphii 1766]

 

 

 

 

The wind blows. . .

 

They raise a hand to the wind, high above their head. A bundle of grass falls from their fingers to drift along with the wind. “The world is a peaceful place, in the correct places that is.” Said a figure in an all black cloak, features hidden from the world.

 

-- The frame shifts, the figure standing atop a tall hill drenched in water as it storms.

 

“I am not sure where it all went wrong, what I did to deserve this fate, why I was sucked into all this- something that I would never have done while alive.” The figure would say while throwing a rock down the hill to splash in one of many small puddles along the base of the hill, brushing back their hood to reveal the semi-transparent face of a dark elf that was once loved by some and hated by others. “I never wanted to kill those that I did, I never wanted to do what they made me do. Never in my life did I want to willingly kill another, which is why I have decided to do this one thing.” She said to the screeching wind, face to the sky as the rain platters down against the cloak she wears.

 

-- The scene shifts again, a blur of places that have once been. The woman in the cloak stands upon a mountain somewhere in the world, snow falling around her cloaked figure.

 

“They say it is a blessing, the ones who do this to us. I would disagree, when put to what I- and many others- have been put to, it is soon learned that it is more of a curse than a blessing. I can’t do half the things I used to be able to do, I can’t travel the world and visit the many peoples of this land and buy and sell wares, I can’t make friends with half the people I could before because they take it upon themselves to attack me because I am.. This creature that has been changed against my will.” She would say to herself, looking down the slope of the mountain. A flash of iron could be seen in her right hand, a dagger. Her gaze shifts down to look at the dagger as she lifts it in front of her, “I believe this, is the right choice. I haven’t been alive for long, but I think it is long enough especially if I am forced to live the way I am now.” She turns the dagger in hand so that the point is pressing against her cloaked chest, “My name is Vulryn, I spent my living days as a traveling merchant and my undead days as a servant to a delusional man. I lived for nearly two-hundred thirty-eight years and spent twenty-three years (262 in all) living as an undead.” She said with a silent sigh, inhaling as she continued. “This is how I choose to end my life, I won't come back, I won’t gather the strength to manifest. I believe it is past my time to move on.” She would finish with a whistle, black birds sailing past her carrying notes addressed to those few she needed to say something to.

 

She would stand there for minutes, even hours more. Up until the moment she had gathered the strength to end it, snow piled up around her and atop her up to her knees. “I will be buried here until the melting of snow when perhaps someone might find my cloak and my belongings. And a note addressed to a specific person whom I don’t know is living.” She plunged the knife into her chest with this, the blade tearing the fabric of the cloak and going into her chest with barely an effort.

“That is how it ends,” she whispered as she began to fade, cloak and her belongings falling into the snow to soon be buried beneath it.

 

The birds that once flew, carrying notes of great importance arrived at specific places addressed to certain people. ((You know who you are.))

 

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OOC Section

I made this post to announce the PK of my beloved character Vulryn which I have played since she was able to be played at the age of 5 in early Vailor. I’ve played her ever since up until now where she is 262 years old in-game, I really loved playing this character and have had some fun times. But that isn’t all, I’m also here to announce the fact that I am going to be leaving LoTC for a short time due to the fact that I have recently been suffering from Depression. I’ve been having trouble sleeping and the like, but don’t worry I will probably come back within a year or less when I find the motivation to log back on to LoTC more than once a month. This is only temporary and those who know me will be glad to know that I will most definitely stay in the LoTC related discord servers that I am allowed to stay in if you have any questions you can also personally PM my discord at AlphaPie#9210. Happy hunting LoTC, Stay enjoyable for those who play it at the very least.

 

TL;DR PK post for a character and I am leaving LoTC for a short time to deal with some depression related issues.

 

 

Also, if this is in the wrong section could an FM please move it to the correct section? Thanks!

 

 

 

 

 

[Archipelego 2188]

A halfling frowneth.

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

The Toad slumps in his immaculate throne of Menhir. In under the gloomy half-light of the Wight the heart shaped lump of earth - tainted similarly to that on which he sat - that once anchored Vulryn to the realm of he living would dim into mundane rock. Without lungs nor the sense to refrain from the gesture he sighs; a quiet chattering of voices not his own escape the Mystic before falling in line to unanimously agree:

 

"Our path is walked out of necessity, certainly not out of privilege and seldom out of choice. Something we ought to remind the remaining legionnaires."

 

 

[Burnsy 437]

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.