A Message to Fenn [PK]

[EnderMaiashiro 664]

 

Spoiler

 

     Outside of a Vaeyl construct, Celaena Sylric climbs up the cliffside, a note clenched in her hand as she pulled herself onto one of the ledges. The wind howled as snow swirled over the mountainside that the stone outcropping was perched upon. On that very same platform, a figure of similar stature to herself stood, silently looking out to the tundra as the sun had begun to dim, setting behind the clouds.

    “You wished to speak?...” Celaena held her distance, staring at the figure which has become familiar to her over the years... A dear friend that few knew of... in her eyes a gem of a person only needing guidance back to the light that she chose to see despite her past. She spent many years struggling with whether she was to remain within Fenn or seek a safer home for herself. her now ex-husband Aesilnoth Annungilben, and their son, Varkaris. Even though Aesilnoth would not speak to her, those three were still the three she cared for most, and would lie her life down should it give them an opportunity to carry on, even if without her. For many years, she struggled with an illness that nearly killed her on numerous occasions, while Aesilnoth had disappeared as a war prisoner for fifty years, and events during this time ultimately leading to their divorce after his return. Standing out in the angry storm, this is what she thought about, how her life had fallen apart around her and in her eyes, it was only her at fault for how things had turned, however she accepted it and wished to continue to make life better, if not for herself, for Varkaris and the children lost to her over the years to death or disappearance.

    The figure stepped closer to Celaena without a word, leading her to take a step back, however she could not recede further as she was at the edge. The advance continued until they stood a mere two feet from her, the only color visible in the dying light a pair of horns mounted to the helm, slightly lighter than the armor worn. “What are you doing?...” Her hand fell to the hilt of her sword, her eyes widening slightly, as this behavior was out of character for her friend. The howling wind seemed to pick up as an arm lurched out, quickly grabbing Celaena by her throat before she could react... a golem arm. It quickly applied pressure, Celaena’s hands flying up to attempt to free herself. After realizing it was not worth the effort, her choked breaths becoming unable to be obtained as the grip tightened, crushing her throat and cutting off most circulation. Her leg kicked out, attempting to kick the dark figure before grabbing at her sword. Severely weakened at this point, she drew the sword and swung it at the stone arm, the clang of the sword hitting against the metal weakly only met with the sound of the wind as her arm went limp.

    “I am sorry... They did this to you... I must end it.” A hoarse voice spoke from beneath the horned helm as Celaena gripped at their hand once more, considerably weak as the figure lifted their helm off of their face... unable to be seen clearly in the dark light and dimming consciousness of Celaena… cleared only for a moment as the figure leaned forward, kissing Celaena as their hand gripped tighter around her neck. Soon they backed off, staring at Celaena as her eyes begun to glaze over, “I... am not... unhappy...” She mouthed silently, only moments before her arms fell limp to her sides, falling unconscious to the assailant’s grip. At this moment, the grip of the assailant tightened until Celaena’s heart let out its last beat, pulling her now lifeless body to them in an embrace, a quiet sob heard from the assailant as he held her, drawing his sword before positioning it, stabbing it between armor plates to pierce her through the heart. For an extended time, he merely held the dead body, blood seeping from the stab wound to match the sobbing that was drowned out by the wind.

    A few hours hike later, the figure showed up to the gates of Talar’Ikur, checking that there were no guards present before tying a rope around Celaena’s neck, having carried her body over from where she had died. Throwing the rope up, her body was lofted and affixed hanging by the neck from the flaming lights that stood vigil over the city, shedding light through the blizzard that had formed. Then, a note was written and tied to her arm, reading “You did this to her.“ without any indicator as to who wrote the letter... The assailant and former friend then abandoned the body, returning to where they came from to leave their message to be found by the ‘Fenn she called family. About a day’s time passed before Airebys Sylric, Celaena’s nephew found the body, crying out to the other Ivae’Fenn to lower the body and bring it within the city. The note would be received with anger by the Grand Prince, Aelthir Tundrak, as the Sylric bloodline began to grieve for the loss of one of the young ‘Fenn, Celaena Sylric having died only at 150 years of age.

    As the ‘Fenn had begun their grief-stricken process of burial... the soul of Celaena ascended to Aira’fin. Never would she return to Fenn--the bright light she encountered parted so she could see the silhouettes of many figures she had not seen in nearly a century... Her daughter Azza, her mother, father, and eldest brother... and one last figure... Giles Curthose. A smile quickly formed as she ran forward, throwing herself at Giles, pulling him into an embrace tighter than any she had given in the years since she had fallen ill. Finally, she could rest once more... knowing her son was not there and at last reunited with the rest of her family, her final worry being of her son, hoping that he would not be devastated with the loss as much as she feared.

[OOC] This is not to be taken into rp knowledge.. how she died and all, however reacting to what is rply known is more than welcome (Ex. at her grave wondering who did it etc.)… And yes, this is very delayed as this occurred during Atlas, I am aware... There have been some issues delaying this posting, but it is here now! Thank you to everyone that contributed to Celaena’s life, even though it was cut shorter than I originally intended.

[LeoRabbit99 360]

Unknowingly, Giles Curthose had survived all those years ago, living his days in cloud temple and being slowly nurtured back to health by the monks. He laments over not being with his lover, but blissful with optimism in hopes that in life, he’ll reunite with her one day.

[Maury 411]

Airebys stood along the banks of the Vallei’lareh river behind the Fennic capital, grasping a white statuette of Wyrvun in his stony right hand. He clutched his eyes shut to hold back tears that would not come, his ducts blocked by scars. In his mind at this moment were not thoughts of the Bilok’thuln or the Ivae’fenn, the Institute nor the state of the Grand Library... None of his positions of office and employ could bring him the same joy he first felt when Celaena embraced him as a new member to the house Sil’siimah. He shoved the statuette back into his satchel, examining the base of his golem-hand where the Urukess had severed his flesh. He recalls carrying the broken body of Celaena into the safety of Talar’ikur, at the time using his remaining hand and arm to lower her cold remains to the even colder flagstones below. The moments between discovering her body, to carrying her atop her shield to the crypts below the city, were a worse nightmare than he suffered in his youth after the numerous beatings he’d received from the valah his parents had sold him to... His hopes now were that the Princedom would not become too rabid to take revenge on her murderer, and that her eternal slumber in Aira’fin would bring her some peace.

 

Airebys would reach behind his back and clutch at the long braid that he had taken care of since his childhood, the platinum-gray hair silky and well-groomed. He reached his other hand to the dagger at his hip he used for daily Bilok’thuln chores, raising it to the base of the braid and swiftly chopping it off; dropping it onto the snowy riverbank beneath his feet. It was a symbolic action, a sort of mourning sacrifice to his deceased aunt.