Sorrowful Regret

[firegirl7894523 247]

 

The screams and ringing of battle clashed outside her ears, the giant ooze, now the size of a large dog stood in the center of the Sutica square. At least four people were lying on the stone, their faces horrifically burned by the acid that the ooze was made up of. Among those people lie the Princess, the tavern owner, and a couple other unfamiliar faces. A Dark Elf Warrior charged the ooze, bringing his sword down and with a giant GLOOP, the ooze split in half and sizzled, dying.

 

There was no shouts of victory, only death and carnation. A few Ascended milled around, talking about something. The wounded were carried off into the Clinic, and Carsandra rested after helping in the battle. She leaned against her staff, her tringe kit out, while the prone figure of the Lord of Beltiviz rested peacefully on the stones below her. She gave a strained sigh, the wounded being carted off while the Dark Elf stood beside her.

 

Suddenly, a dark figure wandered into the Halfling Hill. He stood above, robes tattered, the smell of a croupse coming from the hill. Instantly all Ascended snapped their gazes to him, their eyes narrowed.

 

“Wait...that’s...RICHARD.” One of the Ascended roared, fury in her voice.

 

“I HaVe CaPTuReD NiN, BrInG FiVe PeOple, AnY moRE And He DiEs. ThE RuIns of ThE DoMInioN.” Richard, her ex-husband now ghoul, grinning, seeing the Ascends fury.

 

“YOU’VE CAUSED ENOUGH PAIN AND DEATH, RICHARD.” She roared, halfway up the hill, sword out. To which his reply, Richard simply vanished, with the captured Nin.

 

Shock, anger, and confusion.

 

Her eyes widened, she was shaking. Her husband, her lover, the man who made puns and brightened up her day. He caused this, he caused the bodies to litter the floor like ants. But it wasn’t him anymore, it was somebody else. The Richard she knew would never ever do this, maybe pull pranks, but nothing this evil, this twisted, this inhumane. She was frozen, stuck looking at the spot where he left.

 

That’s when her gaze snapped to the people carrying the Lord of Belitiz to the Clinic. Shook, she followed them to the Clinic, her attention needed fully.

 

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In her home, she lay defeated on the couch. Tears leaked down her face and swam down her body. Sobs wracked her figure, and she shivered and curled up around the blanket.

 

Helpless.

 

She was helpless, unable to do anything as the rescue party went to go find Nin. A bloodied piece of paper was clutched in her palms, written in Nin’s handwriting.

 

Dear Carsandra,

 

This may be the last letter I ever give you to. I love you, please be safe and sound for me. Even if I do not make it out, know that I will be with you in the afterlife, watching over you from Aeriel’s realm.

 

Love, Nin

 

Her heart wretched deep in her chest, the last letter, the last words. She couldn’t have even said goodbye. She buried her face into her pillow, anguish pooling from her heart.

 

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An Elven day later, she stood in her tavern, eyes vacant and distant. Her right hand shook often, from the stress. Her eyes where shadowed on account she hadn’t slept much, and she was more withdrawn and sensitive. Her new friend, a Wood Elf with clipped ears, entered the employee’s area. Noticing her state, he walked over to her.

 

“Hey..are you doing alright?” He asked, concerned.

 

She gazed at him, silently.

 

“It’s ok...if you don’t want to tell me.” He frowned.

 

“No...I..” She took a deep breath, “Can I tell you something, and can you not arrest me?”

 

“I don’t judge.” He shook his head. She explained what happened, to which he nodded sadly, “Well..I hope Nin lives. I knew him only by name.” She rubbed her face, to which he tilted his head “You work too much, maybe you should take a break?”

 

“I have to help deliver a baby in the next six Saint’s months in Rentus-Marna.” She sighs deeply, “The rescue party is looking for him...all I can do is pray.” He nodded, concern in his face. He made no other move, aside from standing quietly with her. She looked over at him, “I’ll..be down in the cellar.” To which he nodded, and she clambered down the ladder, closing her eyes to nap.

 

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Several weeks passed, there was no word on Nin’s status. She buried herself with work, always working. The only time she ever paused was when she was sleeping or eating. She did not wish to fully rest, only to keep going, the drive that pressed her to move forward crawling within her. However, she had a letter to give. She summoned a Yeu whisp to write the letter.

 

Dear Blank,

 

There’s going to be a massive fight between two sides in the upcoming Elven days, it matters not to me what side you pick, but it will be near your tree. I only warn you to let you know of such.

 

Carsandra

 

She folded the letter, sending it off. She closed her eyes faintly, before opening them in a pained gaze. Waiting, something she was never good at, and helpless, unable to do anything while her boyfriend suffered. Time moved slowly, crawling at the pace of a snail.

 

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Weeks passed.

 

There was no word from the rescue party in weeks. Wrinkles began to form underneath her eyes, her raven hair slowly started to turn white from the stress. Her hand trembled or twitched constantly. She buried herself in work, always working, never stopping. Only getting a few hours of sleep, eating, and doing other things before plunging back into work.

 

One day while she was at The Dominion, she finally got a letter from the rescue party. She nearly tore it open, and she looked at the contents inside, scanning the words of the letter.

Dear Carsandra

 

We regret to inform you that Nin as died in our efforts to rescue him. His soul is now in Aerials realm. We are sad by your loss, and if you have any questions or concerns, please send a letter to us.

 

From,

 

Blank

 

Words, thoughts, and emotions could not describe the grief that followed next. It was nothing short of plant carnage, while the Virriam where distracted by a giant. All of her pain, all of her suffering, all melded into one blurry grey haze. There was no good, there was no evil. Only pain, and suffering.

When the plant carnage ended, she quietly cleaned up the mess, then slowly, dragged herself to the Inn. Bottles soon littered the table around her, even that could not satisfy her grief. Not even the Sea Giant that was attacking the city made any dent in her thought process. The tears that went down her cheeks were a river, and not even the threat of death and destruction of The Dominion by a Sea Giant could stop it. She could not stay there though, so she grasped her soulstone and teleported, away from the death, away from the carnage.

She walked in a haze into Sutica, past the small group, into the Druidic Circle. She did not rest until she found the big tree, and then, the grief overtook her. She would not emerge from the Circle for awhile, it seems.

[thesaintjaleel 792]

((Lord of B e l i t i z))

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1 hour ago, firegirl7894523 said:

Lord of Belitiz

((good.))

[LeoRabbit99 360]

Richard laments over his long-lost wife.

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