A Tranquil Bear [PK]

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A Tranquil Bear

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On a cool day, a fateful letter would arrive, beckoning Dame Celest Ulric to help a woman in the lands of Llyria. The situation was so familiar to her. She had often been called to far away lands to help heal those in need, and it was her passion to do so. Her path had been set before her since the mere age of 5, though she never fully realized it. 

 

As she travelled, her mind would cloud with thoughts as it regularly had. On this day memories of Astorga would play for her, the place she had thought of as home, though she had been away for many years. 

 

As she neared the newly found nation, she was confronted by a group of orcs.  “Halt!” One called out to her. Unphased, the aged Dame stood proudly, and patiently as she spoke with them. After a few moments of conversing, a strange, new addition approached the group. A masked figure holding a skull in hand. He’d begin looking her over, mumbling something as he circled in a foreign, gutteral tongue, she paid him little mind. As the confrontation continued, a Llyrian passed by yelling “Have fun!” as he did. Celest would merely snarl at the man, whispering quietly as she averted her eyes from him. “Spineless *****.” 

 

“Da spirits will be ‘appy wiv such a offerin’.” One would comment alerting Celest of their intentions. “Your Gods, what do they prophesy to you?” she’d ask with narrowed eyes affixed to the masked leader. “AI zhow lat!” The witch doctor snapped before blowing into the skull in Celest’s direction. “Gorund villi hundla wita faer.” (Gorund will deal with you) she’d hiss back to the masked stranger, her own foreign tongue coming to the surface.

 

The youngest orc grabbed the woman, but she hardly realized as her sight began to fade. A panic setting in as her mind was overtaken by visions. Before her, she saw a great fire that spewed smoke throughout the cave, the doctor chanting as the other orcs danced. At this point, she saw herself, her own face was bright red with fury, cheeks stained with harsh tears. An odd red marking on her head was the only thing that set herself apart from the woman’s current appearance. 

 

In one fell swoop, she saw herself lifted from the ground to be savagely thrown into the fire. Embers shooting through the air as the flames grew 5 times in size. Celest opened her mouth to scream, but heard nothing. Nothing but the crackling of the fire mixed with the roaring of the orcs. A red mist began to fill the cave. She watched in terror as their eyes turned red, their bodies bulking in size before her. 

 

As the hallucination ended & her vision returned, she would find herself screaming and in a panic on the ground. Tears pouring from her eyes, she would look around at each of the present figures, whispering prayers to Gorund, realizing her fate had already been decided. She would soon be dragged off.

 

As her tears fell to the cobble below her, her mind would wander to the faces that her life was built around. Talia, Eric, Thorvald, Ecbert, Charles, Klaudia, Graham, Atreus, Lotte, Pierce, Friggr, each reminding her of a life well spent. But one lingered, the man with honey eyes, the one that she longed to see most. “I’m sorry, Angelo. We never did get that spar.” she’d murmur. 

 

Some time later, they reached the familiar caves of Urguan. She would call out to them, her voice low, and rough “Faer huksa faeryd vaskr vijane'ja onae? Unae loford faer, minna vita'ja faer. Han villi hefna.” (You think your Gods want me? I promise you, mine knows you. He will avenge.) The orcs chatter falling deaf on her ears as her tears came to an end, leaving only her anger. 

 

Soon, a familiar dwarf would enter the cave. “Wot es goin on? Po, wot ave s'e done wrong?” The Clan Father would ask as he approached. Her voice heightened to that of a howl “Eldur villi detta dinja fram faer. Unae villi hlaeja sem fit gerir!” (Fire will rain down on you. I will smile as it does!) The strange doctor would simply yell back, chanting strange words to her as he smeared a red paste across her forehead.

 

She’d call to Borin, her voice frantic and angry. “I did not wrong. They simply see it fit to feiking burn me alive. Savages!” she’d shout as she continued struggling against the orc. Borin immediately called for Celest to be released but before his advice could be heeded, she was lofted over the young orcs head, and her body cast into the flames. 

 

In her final moments, her mind would flash back to the day she sat with her brother, his face pale and body cold. The day that changed her entire life. His passing gave her the meaning she had always sought, though she had just now realized it. The ache she had felt washed away, and a strange comfort enveloped her. She was finally ready.

 

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Celest Alys Ulric

1689-1730

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Matthias signs the Lorraine Cross at the news. He decided that it would be best not to visit Llyria for a while.

 

Meanwhile, Ethelfleda Erret sunk into a coma, due to wounds earlier caused by the same group that killed Celest.

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Pierce would frown heavily upon hearing the news, his eyes growing a puffy red as he remained in recluse behind locked doors of his room. The news of Celest traveling fast to him, the tragedy struck hard. He’d move to his feet, as his face grows stern, taking careful notice of the palace as he descends to his throne room. Upon the throne, he’d take a small, silk pillow in his hands, turning it over as he walked towards the courtyard. His steps would tread carefully towards the fire, tossing the pillow into the flames, lowering his head in a brief silence, paying his respects to the fallen Bear.

 

Graham Milner would receive notice of the death far after the event had unfolded. From within a small cabin in the woods, he’d pour a rather large glass of whiskey, bringing it to his lips and swiftly downing the contents, allowing the alcohol to pour down his throat. Pouring another, he’d raise his glass. “To Celest, I shall see you in another life.” He’d consume his second drink, continuing to pour until the contents of the bottle were empty. He’d push back his matted, now graying hair, lowering his head as he mutters a few words in her tongue. “Tjote vi villi ki dvol eilifu, ert minni villi kvikr ir ert faedra.”

 

((RIP Celest

[Dawsy 222]

Charles would recieve word of Celest while drinking a pint in the tavern. Though he would be sad to hear the news, he would reminisce on the good times. “Another fallen comrade. I shall see you soon, say hello to crew for me.” he’d say as he downed his ale. 

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