Therese's laments [PK Post]

[Axelu 4333]

Therese’s laments

[!] A worn artwork of Therese av Grimrich, dated 1664

 

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In a cottage, nestled by overgrown foliage, that could only be described by the warping wood that made its once stable structure soon to crumble, lived a woman; Exhausted and unkempt in appearance. Her visage drooped with the sorrows of the jumble of memories that even she could not discern.  There was only one phrase that had lingered in her mind on a constant loop, much so that she’d event blurt it out in the wonted silence of the cabin’s depressing confines.

 

“Selrik Wick.”

 

She screamed to no end, unheard by society; She raked her fingers through her chestnut tresses and sobbed, never comforted by those she had considered family. In time, ironically, the fifteen years she had spent in the hut lost its meaning, and so did the rising and setting of the sun she considered so radiant.

 

And then, there was true light- the creaking of the decaying door could be heard, giving light to an appreciated sight in the tired woman’s eyes.

 

“Lady Faroe, it seems I’ve found you.”

 

The flaxen-haired woman greeted the woman, a sympathetic frown lining her features. She reeled a palm outwards for the former Baroness of Kerzenwick to take- and so she did, without any qualms on the matter.

 

“Lady Scathach... Why have you come for me?”

 

Therese inquired, her features blanched from disbelief.  The blonde-haired woman replied with a shrug, pacing about the vastly empty space.

 

“I’ve come to retrieve you from this.. refuse of a living area. You, and the rest of our ladies.”

 

The Wick contemplated it for a moment, a frown creasing into her features. She allowed her palm to recoil as she rose- unexpectedly wrapping the woman in a deep embrace, tears glossing over her sea green eyes.

 

“I cannot, Scathach. How can I when I’ve been drained of such hopefulness I once had? ”

 

The centuries-old woman studied the middle-aged Therese intently, pursing her lips in thought.

 

“I see, Lady Faroe... A shame. I truly hoped for you to join me. What are you to do?”

 

“It’s my time, Lady Scathach. I know what I must do.”

 

She reassured the woman with three bobs of her head, a solemn grin lacing upon her features.

 

“Goodbye, Johanna. It has been an absolute pleasure.”

 

Scathach quietly commented, before leaving as quickly as she came- leaving the front door swinging on its hinges.

 

“Well then, I reckon I have to write up letters now.”

 

She lightheartedly murmured, a relieved sigh easing out of her lips before scrambling the tattered shelves of the insides, setting her attention upon a stack of ripped parchment paper and a quill obscured by the shadows. In time, she began.

Spoiler

“To Marianne Faemenor,

                                       My closest friend, my confidante. I apologize for lying about my death prior, but it was necessary for my survival. I will always appreciate our jests and my teasing. Do me a favor, and chase the prospect of courting that fine elven fellow! I don’t dislike him, but I had to be cautious. GOD knows the mess you got yourself in with the last one.

                                   With love,

                                                   Therese Wick.”

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“To Karyssmov Faroe,

                                   My dearest brother, if not of blood, of heart. In my time being your sister, Johanna Faroe, I grew as a person. I understand what it felt to feel loved, and not used, after a long time. I hope you continue to strive in whatever you are doing, and I love you deeply.

                            With love,

                                            Therese Wick.”

 

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“To Andrei Tosali,

     My third cousin, and most favorite relative of your branch of the family. Our last conversation was a dreaded one, that caused me much distraught. Nonetheless, I will always cherish you.

      May GOD bless,

                                                                 Therese Wick.”

 

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“To my parents,

 A mother’s love is nothing to be trifled with, you once told me. A cautious and caring part of my life, despite your straying in the path of righteousness. Thank you. As for you, my lost father whom I miss very much… While you left us during my teenage years, you maintained a very important part of my life. Thank you.

                                        With all my heart, Your daughter,

                                                                                      Therese.

 

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“To Selrik Wick,

                                 Where do I begin? My first, and only love. The one who taught me all there is to know- not just of the arcane, but of life, and people. When we met, I was but a child... Perhaps it was that juvenile mentality that lead me to fall in love with you, but that love lingers in my mind until this day. When we married, and I became your Baroness, I was never happier. Thank you, Selrik. We drifted apart, forcibly, but that will never take away the love I had for you.

                                                                    Regards,

                                                                                   Therese.

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Content with the words she had left to say to her loved ones, the woman smiled- after a decade and a half of contemplative sadness, she was free.

 

OOC:

Being my longest played character, and having shelved her for a long while, I felt it was time to honor her with this post. I officially am permakilling Therese av Grimrich, after thirty-some IC years of having her as my character and seeing her story come to a fitting end. Thank you to everyone who role-played with her, it was fun.

                                                                                  

 

[Security_ 2287]

Ihsahn hears of the news, rushing to find his father Selrik, “She had it coming!” he cackles.

[Ivoreyy 2303]

Liliana Bell seemed to recall the lost days spent talking with Therese, in the Markev square. Upon hearing the news of her death she pauses for a moment in her travels, sending a prayer to whichever gods above that the woman may find peace.

[Nectorist 12869]

Andrei reads the letter sent to him, softly sighing as his gaze drifts about the writing for a few, long minutes. Setting the farewell down, the aging man recollects the final encounter he had with Therese, and how it had ended in condemnation and loathing. 

 

How cruel is life to have robbed me of a proper goodbye? he muses, craning his short-lived attention to the dying embers of the fireplace before him. I suppose it will be my time sooner rather than later. Perhaps I will have a chance to make it up then.

 

His visage once again wandered, this time to the decrepit ruin of the castle he was soon to call home. A new group of allies and friends of his had banded together, and soon they would require his assistance. 

 

You taught me a great many things, too many for me to start thinking of my age. I still have a few good years left in me, so I might as well start doing you proud while I still have time.

 

[GDPR 014 48]

"Hah." Akhortep begins, grabbing Ihsahn by his head and pulling it closer to its masked face. 

"Hah." The things grip tightens around the figure's head.

 

"What's so important about this lady again?" @Security_

[Security_ 2287]

3 hours ago, The_Broken_God said:

"Hah." Akhortep begins, grabbing Ihsahn by his head and pulling it closer to its masked face. 

"Hah." The things grip tightens around the figure's head.

 

"What's so important about this lady again?" @Security_

Ihsahn’s ***** head is grabbed, “Selrik’s ex-wife, Kary lover, y’know, the usual.” @The_Broken_God

[EmbryoGod 823]

Selrik remained seated in his desk when he heard the news, resting his mouth against his hands. He reached into his bag and withdrew a pipe, smoking some fine tobacco. He gave a few moments of thought in her memory before continuing on with his business.

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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