The Ticking Clock (Character PK)

[TheDragonsRoost 116]

OOC: Before you go commenting crazy, let me tell you that this was roleplayed in the Mother Grove in front of witnesses to the event. Nivndil, DaHazelWeasel, Archipelgo, and more have participated in this and here, I present “The Ticking Clock” which is Karren Mrysta’s “Eleventh Hour.”

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Karren felt it once again, the feeling of one’s life slipping away. This worried him a lot as he was unsure of the regeneration powers of the Totem that saved his life so long ago, but one thing Karren did know was that it came with a cost. His own life was used up to keep himself alive for as long as he did, but even this seemed futile when faced with the memory of what had waited in the darkness. For this, he sought out the druids of the Mother Grove to help him end this suffering of eternal living death.

They obliged, of course, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s go back a few hours before his death so that it can be understood on why his life was taken from him.

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4 hours before death

“Hello!” Myrr had shouted into the night.

 

Karren heard distant shouting of his friend (and young human) Myrr. He never learned his last name. The young human that he was happy to serve alongside in the Kadarsi army sounded almost cheerful, though it can be difficult to tell for the high elf to discern. After a moment, Karren screamed out “Hello!” in response.

 

“Hey Karren!” Myrr replied to Karren’s shout upon recognizing the voice.

 

Most of the conversation was greeting each other and talking about the night as well as Myrr’s new mask that he purchased from Cloud Temple. However, things took a turn for both the human and Karren as the subject veered towards magic.

 

“Trust me lad, magic of any kind always comes with a price. I've researched all kinds of magic from Voidal Evocation to Shade, all of them not worth risking your life over.” Karren said to Myrr, sounding serious. In this, he was correct as he both researched and experienced voidal magics.

 

Myrr didn’t seem to be fazed as he replied “I want to learn magic. I need to learn magic. I feel it deep down, I don't know what it is, but I feel it in my blood, my soul. I need to learn it.”

 

This turned into a one-sided argument, which Karren explained “You were lucky with losing your memory boy but you never felt death take hold of you and your life slowly and surely ebb away into the coldness of mortality. You were never affected by the dangerous form of death of oneself by oneself to only regenerate back to life at the drop of a hat. You want magic so badly but yet one has tried so many times and failed an equal amount of times.”

 

Myrr began to sound angry, but what he wasn’t aware was that he had witnessed Karren’s life begin to decay even faster as his anger had made the Totem’s power of regeneration wane even more. “Leave me be. And do not call me boy. Kalí méra to you.”

 

This would turn out to be the last time Myrr (or anyone in the Kadarsi Caliphate) would see or hear from Karren ever. As Myrr left, he felt his life slip away, reducing his lifespan to only a few short hours. Karren did not have much time left to live either way, and decided to go to the place where his life would end for the final time. To the place where his life began to turn into a downward spiral.

 

To the Mother Grove.

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1 hour before death (Present Time)

Karren had been breathing heavily as he made his way towards the biggest tree in the Grove, however as he made his way towards the group of druids that were talking, he collapsed to the floor as if his body had been aging rather rapidly. Nivndil and the others heard him fall to the ground and Nivndil walked in an elegant stride towards his body, not aware that Karren was clearly dying very quickly. The druids began to gather around the fallen high elf, seeing him breathe his last, but he whimpered softly that Nivndil had to get close to hear it.

“My..... time........ is...... up........." He whimpers as he feels his life being taken away, his gaze becoming foggy and unable to see. "I...... didn't...... realize........ m-m-my...... T-t-time..... would...... b-b-be..... u-u-up....."

 

Karren said more to Nivndil, practically begging for her to kill him so that he may finally die. She did grant his last request.

 

With her pulling a knife and pressing it to Karren’s throat, Nivndil said to Karren “Hileia Mali.. be at peace.. think of home" in a soothing, gentle tone. This pleased Karren as he began to think of the good he had done in his life and with that, he felt his life finally end with the sound of his throat being cut. His last words to the druids were only told to the druids present at his death, but it was something beautiful for his last words or at least he had hoped it was beautiful.

 

Now a spirit, soon to be departing the world of the living and join those in the afterlife, he stuck around for a moment to watch as his physical body was dragged and buried in an unmarked grave. He waved at Elenora, who handled his corpse, though it was a mere trick of the light to her.

Finally, as he departed the world of the living to join those in the afterlife, he smiled as he flew into the astral Afterlife....

 

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The Will

Nivndil was given a will that Karren seemed to have written up just a day prior by his old pet owl alongside a letter. In this will, which is released publicly as “The Will of the Madman,” the following was said:
- In the event of my death, all of my worldly possessions would be turned over to the Kadarsi Caliphate to be used however they wished. My mina, however, would be given to the Mother Grove as compensation of my transgressions and to be used however they wished.

- Upon my death, I wish to have my body cremated so that no defilement can be done by any kind of magic. My ashes should be given to the Kadarsi and spread upon the ground in front of their gate.

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OOC: Okay, that finishes up Karren Myrsta’s story (for good this time) and from this, I’ll be taking a 3-day break from LotC and then begin my adventure as Sorelis Daevear. See you guys later!

[ibraheemc2000 2965]

“ALLAH ALLAH! Allah Allah... May Allah Bless his Servant Karren! ALLAH ALLAH! May Allah give him the Rewards of the martyr! ALLAH ALLAHU ALLAH!!! May Allah Grant his Palace of Diamond, and His trees of Pearls and his fruit of gold and his water of Light! ALLAH ALLAH! May Allah Grant him SEVEN SKIES! FOR THOSE WHO SAY HU BARE WITNESS TO ALLAH THAT HE DIED A MARTYR! ALLAH ALLAHU ALLAH! HUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!” Ibraheem would move his head to his right shoulder upon saying Hu, When doing this, the Kadarsi Army in a voice that shook the ground and sky to honor him said together “HU!” his ashes as requested be spread by the gatehouse

[josefwho02 18]

Rest my fallen brother i will not forget you

[Your Stepdad 711]

Abdullah Kharadeen hears of his death and dips his head down “May Allah treat him well” he’d state, then would join in yelling “HU” with the rest of the Kadarsi

[Lasombruh 612]

lol how does your character’s life just randomly start to slip away

[AutoCat1000 11]

Hu!

[osumanduas 1442]

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. 

[osumanduas 1442]

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.