event All Things Must Pass

[Blundermore 2741]

 

All Things Must Pass

 

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The old Wizard would stand before a roiling hellish torrent of the Voidal Tear as bodies lay strewn before him. The smell of hellfire and magic filled the air as creatures of the Empyrean had struck his party a decisive and terrible blow. Visions of Aegis would cloud his mind as the smells and hellscape looked all too familiar to a time he had so long forgotten. Ithrendas Regis (Tahmas) and Steven (spodokaiba) already journeying into the heart of the storm in an attempt to close shut the jaws of the infernal opening that wrented a deep wound into the realm. But had not returned and Ceruberr (Captainsheepy) had been captured by a Voidal Horror, one of the neverborn monstrosities of the darkest reaches of the Voidal realms whom only referred to itself as the “Displacer”.

The party was weak, the creature seemed impenetrable to the magical spells cast against it, merely absorbing them and sending them flying straight back towards them. All the while the monster would feed upon the mystical energies of Ceruberr to not only fuel itself but to hijack the Elf’s advanced knowledge of the Arcane to turn upon his aggressors. Enveloping himself in an Arcane shield he would move mysteriously from place to place in a blink of an eye, phasing in and out of existence all the while taunting us as “lessers”.

The creature was toying with us, and we all knew it. But we continued to fight regardless to its protests. Until the moment when the old man allowed foolhardiness to get the better of him…

The Wizard would watch as the creature stood before the cliff top carrying Ceruberr within its hand, a mystical Arcane shield about it the old man saw that there was little that could be done. But he thought he could best the creature still and prepared one last incantation, a bolt of pure Arcane energy, he knew it would be fruitless to target the monster, but if he could not target the beast he would instead target the very ground on which it stood. The cliffside!

Summoning all his might he would through the bolt at the cliff, a flash of Octarine brilliance would shimmer across the chasm of which they stood followed by a sudden hissing crack of chimes as the bolt found its target, destroying the cliff face and causing the creature to lose its footing.  

It was at this moment that the old man realised what he had done, as he watched both the monster and Ceruberr fall into the roiling torrent below. He thought perhaps that Ceruberr had already succumbed to his ordeal but it did not matter. For as such thoughts raced through his mind he suddenly found himself upon the floor, collapsed. He had strained himself heavily and his ancient body could not tolerate such abuse without protest. He lay slumped upon the dead and lifeless void-kissed landscape next to the portal as he could only watch Ceruberr fall to what he assumed was his doom with the creature behind him. His ears were ringing but he could hear the cries of others of his party as he heard another voice disappear down below.

To his dismay he could only barely peer over and ask

“What is it? What’s happening?” To which the party merely replied “It’s Saeldur! (_princeton_) It’s Saeldur! He has jumped down after his brother Ceruberr!”

A great pang of dread and guilt would fill within the old man’s throat as he tried to swallow. Only to find himself incapable. “No…” He thought to himself. “Oh my Aeriel and the Sages above no… What have I done?” The old man would sit by the side of the roiling portal to oblivion as silence would drift over the battlefield for the first time in a long while. The deaths of colleagues, two friends no less of the Celestial order, members of his order. Now hung above his head. “Aeriel… oh Aeriel what have I wrought?”

The old man could only grumble and serve a murmur before saying “That fool… that foolish fool!” Saeldur’s fate was certain, his death assured. The old man panged with guilt gritted his teeth as he thought to himself, “What a fool I am! A servant of the realm? I just let two boys I’ve known since their youth die by my hand! What kind of servant am I? To be so reckless? Blundermore the Wise, Blundermore the Sage, Blundermore the Guardian, Blundermore the Wizard. Bah!” He would think sarcastically to himself.  

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At that moment a thought passed through his mind as he remembered from earlier, when the creatures of the Voidal tear attempted to bargain with the party prior to the horrid business of war. The old wizard’s mind raced as he tried to think of something, anything, to save them. “What can I trade? What do I have to bargain?” He would think, until suddenly it dawned upon him…

Letting out a gruffled demand he would call out

 

“Creature? Are you still present?”

 

He would immediately feel the presence of the being, despite being invisible to the naked eye it would be all too clear that at the very least the creature could hear him.

 

“You speak of bargains and trades before… well, I have a bargain for you!”.

 

The old wizard would breath heavily as his chest had been damaged by the prior battle.  He would continue heaving as he said

 

“Saeldur and the others… they do not deserve this fate.”

Master Sage Elvira (Farryn) would look on with a face of shock as she heard the Ancient Ascended speak before she realised what was going on. Her eyes widening she would say with admission;

“….Blundermore… you're not saying…? A life for a life….? We don’t even know if he’s still alive!”

The old wizard would struggle to keep himself upright as he would pause for a moment as he contemplated what he was doing before finally replying to Elvira:

“I've lived far longer than I have had any right to… and seen things that no man should have ever seen. I'm old… beyond my years and outstayed my welcome. A worn and tattered old thing of several bygone eras. All things must end, but their lives? No… their's cannot end yet. Not this way and certainly not by my hand!”.

Remorse would grip the old man as he would let out a choked tear to the loss of Ceruburr and Saeldr. He could feel that the interest of the entity had been peaked immensely at what he was about to propose. He could feel the very air hanging upon his every word as he spoke and he knew that this would be the only way.

“Creature… if it is in your power to save them from death, I implore you to do so.

 

And in return... I shall go with you to wherever it is you shall wish to take me.”

 

Elvira Naromis-Iyliar would merely watch on in horror as a mentor and a dear friend would put himself onto the bargaining table. Her usual calm and serene demeanor just simply beginning to break apart. She takes a deep breath and she merely nods in agreement, knowing that the Creed of Aeriel is very clear, she knew all too well as Master Sage of the Ascended order that penance must be paid in order to satisfy this transgression on Blundermore’s honor.

The old Wizard would continue:

“What say you?

The life and service of the last anointed Sage of Aeriel, the Second Wizard of Aegis and Master of the Celestial Order, to do with as you wish?”


The silence would be deafening as if the whole world has simply stopped a-gasped at what was said, the mere utterance of those words reeling upon the now quiet of the turmoil below them of the Arcane Voidal fissure. The old wizard could however see that the creature was contemplating his request with quite some glee even if the others could not.
 

Soon the voice would speak against towards Blundermore “That is… something.. I will trade you for.” Soon, there would be almost a ripple in the world, as the air around seems to almost go a weird black.

Breathing he would now know that the bargain had been struck. The table had been set and he would have to make good on what he had promised. Summoning all the strength he had left he would attempt to stand.

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“Help me stand up”

He would say as Kazrin Starbreaker (Drhope) would come to his aid, helping him to stand upright. Trying to keep his composure he would straighten himself out, despite the pain in his chest and the screaming coming from all over his body telling him that there was nothing left to give… no… not nothing, there was still something left worth giving. He would think to himself.

 

Sollumnly Kazrin would merely be only able to utter

“Yehll beh remembered... Blundermore.”
Elvira would stand firm as she looks the Ancient directly in the eyes, attempting to keep what little composure she had left going:

 

“…I will ensure that the future generations of the Ascended never forget you and what you did on this say, Sage Blundermore…. Archaengul guide you, old friend,” she seems to hold back tears as she said such.

 

There would be a ripple, as suddenly a portal would appear. A straight drop that the wizard can simply fall into. “Jump.. And you will come with me.. You will follow around in the void.. Blundermore.. It'll be a great time for everyone involved..” A snicker would almost fill the land. Dark, chaotic energy filling over the area where Saeldur had fallen into.

Turning to look to the portal for a moment the old Wizard would be gripped by fear for the first time in an age… fear of the unknown. Fear of the end, it was close now, he thought, “I can feel it, Aeriel give me strength for what is to come.” Looking towards those who remained upon that bloody field he would hazard a smile  as he looks wearily towards the group.

“It has been… a great journey, and the greatest pleasure to serve this realm. This world filled with such wonderful and brilliant men women and children whom I have had the greatest pleasure of meeting. I’ve seen entire realms destroyed only for them to tenaciously continue on, continue to endure when by rights we all should’ve died in Aegis.

But there comes a time when all must meet their fate. If this is to be mine, then I shall go into it gladly knowing I stood amongst such fine people.”

The swirling dark chaotic energy would almost rise Saelunor from the ground. The energy within the lands shocking the body. As it would basically rise from the lands.. Though it stays there. Motionless for the time

 

“It is time, ‘Wizard’. Our bargain awaits.” the entity would say with malevolent glee...

Looking towards the portal once more he would steel himself for what was to come, slowly he would hand his stave to the party before him and would carefully set his wizard hat upon the ground as he would solemnly say

https://youtu.be/zCEAB2lztCM

 

“I suppose I will not be needing these, wherever I am going… “

“Farewell, Narvak oz Blundermore.” Kazrin would say.

“We shall meet again within the halls of Haven to take her side in the afterlife” Elvira would say with duty.

Honor and duty… honor and duty. Virtues he has strived for for so long, and now it would lead him to whatever bitter end awaited him. Honour shall be satisfied, that is all that matters now.

As the wizard would step backwards onto the precipice of the portal he would find himself awashed suddenly with a calmness he had not felt in a long while… perhaps Sage Miaviel his predecessor was with him in spirit. A comforting feeling to know that he would not take this perhaps final journey alone.

Standing upon the edge of oblivion he would look towards the group as he clasped his hands together

“All things pass” He would say smiling “Let this be not a sad end”.

”Farewell...”

Closing his eyes he would allow himself to slip backwards off the precipise and into the jaws of Oblivion below… and with that the Wizard of Aegis disappeared into nothing to realms unknown. Taken by the Displacer.

 

“All things must pass.”
-Blundermore Patrick WindRaker, The Wizard of Aegis.

((A big shout out to Mystery and everyone else present at the voidal tear event this evening! Was great fun!))

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

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[Princeton 396]

Darkness washed over Saeldur as he floated in the ever eternity of the void, watching endless voidal horror battle and devour their kin in a never ending anguished cycle. The Oracle himself was even forced to fight a few of their twisted amalgamations, his mind drawing near the brink of insanity. After what would seem like eons, the Elf would awaken to hushed voices, his worldly frame writhing on the floor in agony and confusion, unable to stop weeping upon hearing the words, “The Wizard himself sacrificed himself for Saeldur, pulling him back in the mortal realm.”

 

Saeldur would grit his teeth bitterly in reflection, yanked back into the time both his brother and his favored mentor were sucked into the ever expanse without mercy, his now dejected gaze strewn across the Llyrian Sea full of resentment, “We will murder every single one of those wretched beings, not with a likeminded group, but with an army,” He remarks to his trusted General, forcibly drawing back resolution into his lifeless frame, “For the memory of those that came before, and for the blessed light they shined down upon the realm.”

 

((Endless thanks and disbelief over my magical role-model from over 8-9 years ago sacrificing himself for my character. Thank you so much Blundermore and Mystery for such driving RP!))

[DISCOLIQUID 2701]

Grouch felt a strange sense in his chest, having only just met the man once before. He did not know it, but his pleasant chat would be the last he’d ever have with Mr. More.

 

((My, I remember the first time I saw you in Aegis on King’s Road. What a long, strange trip.))

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

From the Soulstream, Victoria Vientos would think fondly on the wizard who had been her mother’s Court Mage, the person who had inspired her path to becoming a follower of Aeriel. She wondered what had ever become of him...mayhaps her time in service to the Archaengul would one day give her an answer.

 

Spoiler

Thank you, Blundermore, for being one of the driving forces in forming who Victoria was as a person. You, among many, were one of the main reasons she became one of my favorite personas. Good luck in whatever the future brings for you, both on the server and in your life.

 

[squakhawk 14038]

Illythia did not know the man, but is incredibly sad.

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holy **** thats well written, literally no idea who the character was but damn now im sad 

good post good character good player F

[Angmarzku 1251]

The former Wraith, Vludosvlah continued down the dark paths of the world, remembering the wizard who aided him in the time of need. A life for a life, the tenebrous man survived while the old one did not.
 

[Farryn 860]

Elvira Naromis sat in the Astaerel Clock tower, hand covering her face. It took every part of her to not break down in grief at the Voidal Tear, she forced herself back to the tower and it was there that she let it all out. She did not know how long she grieved but she never left any behind. Now all that was left was sadness and pain.

 

Steven, Crumena, and Arik – they both leapt into the void and she didn’t know if this would be the last time she would see them. It pained her to think of it, knowing that she may not see her husband, her brother-in-law, and one of the finest member of the Ascended ever gain. Yet she kept a spark of hope, praying for their return. All of them were skilled in matters like these and she held onto hope that they would return.

 

It was Blundermore’s sacrifice that struck the Master Sage hard. While she did not know Blundermore better than the other older Ascended, she respected the man and saw him as a great comrade in the order. She had hoped to learn from him about the past of the order, of the Master Sages that came before her and Heial, so that such history was never forgotten and written down in the tome she was writing.

 

The moment Blundermore spoke up, she immediately knew what he was going to do. A life for a life – that was how it was in Alchemy: To receive something, of value, you had to give something of equal value. And nothing was more equal to a mortal life than that of another life. She immediately wanted to stop him – the order had lost many members as it is and she didn’t want to see that number increase. Yet she didn’t, she knew that it was the duty of an Ascended to protect a mortal soul at all cost, whatever it took, even if it costs their own life. It pained her but she knew this was what Blundermore wanted.

 

Thus all she could do what give reassuring words and bid him farewell, that they would meet within Aeriel’s Halls. She gave him one last smile before he leapt, an old man who had seen so much but willing to sacrifice himself. The Master Sage leaned back in her chair and lowered her face, looking to the wizard’s hat that was perched safely on the desk in front of her. As well as the large tome the woman had always carried with her. She leaned forward and opened the book, which held a list of all Master Sages, from Riizu to her own name.

 

Blundermore had stood as a sage since the days of Aegis and he had stood as the most devoted, having gone through so much and did so much for Ascended and Descendants alike. She didn’t know if it was proper to do this, but she felt as though the man deserved to bear the title in honour for his service and sacrifice. The old man proved time and time again that he was worth such a title. It was the least she could do and one way to ensure his name and memory lived on. While she would ensure his death was not in vain and that the voidal terrors’ schemes were brought to a close.

 

”Rest easy, old friend, we’ll finish what we started and ensure that the void and many others will not harm the Descendants,” Elvira murmured softly, writing a name below her own. She then closed the book and stood, departing from the clock tower.

 

‘Blundermore Patrick WindRaker, The Wizard of Aegis – Master Sage of the Ascended Order’

 

 

 

 

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Spoiler

Damn, I never thought I would live to see the day where I actually cried over a character’s death that wasn’t my own character dying. I was utterly surprised when this happened. It’s been a pleasure rping with Blundermore, even if our interactions were small. The Ascended will never forget what your character did for us.

 

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

((Holy **** Blundermore is actually PKed. I remember meeting that wizard in Mellsburry almost 3 years ago and I had such a fun time RPing with him. RIP Blundermore, I’ll never forget you even if I only roleplayed with you once))

 

Pervinca Applebrook the halfling wonders why this “Void” thing is killing so many people already...

[lemonke 6014]

1 hour ago, Dewlox said:

“Not the greatest wizard to ever live!” yells a former darkstalker into the night sky

“maybe he hasn't been the  greatest Wizard, but surely he was a great and good person”  An halfling wisely answers to the former dark stalker

[lemonke 6014]

Just now, Dewlox said:

“The best” the brute snarled at the halfling

“Good one.”  The midget raised her right thumb towards  the brute

[Unwillingly 18096]

3 hours ago, Dewlox said:

“Not the greatest wizard to ever live!” yells a former darkstalker into the night sky

“You are WRONG.” screams crybean.

1 hour ago, Dewlox said:

“The best” the brute snarled at the halfling

Cyrene realizes her mistake and takes back what she said, agreeing

[PosidonX7 269]

An infernal entity let off a hissed breath, ”Well there you go Displacer, messing up everything and ridding me of my entertainment. You are but a fake pretender to chaos. I will show you war.”

[Suxals 529]

Angelo sees a shooting star that traverses through the dark sky, unaware of the fate of his former companion.

 

(I will miss Bluder, but I guess eventually all good things come to an end and at least he had a grand finale.)

[Zacho 2177]

A man in flamboyant robes took some time to hear of such, but in truth it was something far from what he had expected. He was undoubtedly going to search to any end to bring the man back for he was one of his once silver sage brothers, an elder. “One day we will meet once again, Blundermore. For now I’ve got work to do.” And with that the man went off and made rather quick work, attempting all he could for such a grand being as Blundermore.