Hiren's Death [PK]

[TheTri 384]

Some would find, after a few months of absence from a particular Sutican elf, his corpse in a cavern at the far back end of the city, left to rot over the course of a relatively extended period of time. The elf’s once-bright eye which glowed vibrantly throughout his life had dimmed in the years leading up to his demise due to Oshoggdos’ clutch upon his soul. However, the lacerations of his neck indicated that he was killed by means of another mortal. However, the way in which he passed into the afterlife is was unimportant; all that mattered was that the elf was now deceased, and no longer walked the mortal plane with the descendants. While many would view this with a degree of indifference, Hiren could only hope that the few people he had left to care about would let the the elf live on in the back of their minds. Upon reaching the afterlife, he uttered out a long list of apologies for both being a disappointment of a prodigy in the real world, and allowing his life to be cut so short, thus abandoning those he cared about. After such, he’d begin his eternal march through Ebriaetas. The Behemoth’s first Unsound mage was dead, punished to unrelenting suffering in the afterlife; however, good lingered in the troubled elf’s soul, even in death.

 

 

 

 

 

Above the corpse is a phrase, enscribed in the blood of the murderer’s victim.

 

 

"To Order I serve, the Aenguls and Daemons be damned. To Order I am, though enacted through chaos. This soul is part of the disorder that plagues this realm, though Order is stalwart. Order claims all. I have claimed him. Another soon. The Lord of Chains prevails."

 

OOC: I honestly love this character like a child and am crying as I write this. Thanks to everybody that made playing this character such an enriching experience. Playing Hiren has made me learn a lot about myself in the real world, not exclusively a pass time, and it’s sad giving up a character with so much depth.

[Sorcerio 4712]

A young man would shed a single tear upon hearing the news, remembering the elf who had entertained him so much as a young child. “Such an unfortunate end to such a good man.” he would sigh. “Whoever... whatever did this– I will grant it a swift end.” Tristan would swear under his breath, placing his hand upon the hilt of his blade as he walked into the far off distance.

[IsaaKc 1240]

A tall and slim high elf would place a glove clad hand on his chest, staring out his window as he remained deep in thought. “I...I, er...” he seemed to stutter, taking a long pause before finishing his phrase, “I...’ope ‘e’s in a better place now.” This was all the elf said. A single tear welled up in his eye, but he quickly swiped it away. He’d grab the collar of his own shirt, pulled it out slightly to view his bare torso. With a quivering lip, he dropped his hand, casting his visage away to continue staring out the window.

[Archipelego 2188]

Terrence loses his **** as his final friend is found dead.

[CanadianKiwiFlight 1901]

A reformed elf walks about the back alleys of Sutica. Slowly shuffling along the tattered roads in a large coat with his head hung low... the elf man whistles a merry tune. Quickly opening the door into a nearby home as to look about, as if in search of something he may have forgotten. He swivels around the wooden floors.. deep in thought, before then noticing it out the corner of his eye. A tiny glimmering lapis slice, which he quickly bends over to swipe up from the floors.

”Must have dropped it in here... f*ck. Thank god I didn’t lose this..” he says between a quick exhale.. his smile pulled into a soft and content smirk as he looks over the blue rock. While looking over the engraved message, he’d eventually look up, noticing the Sutican lighthouse just north of him. The man, pocketing the lapis, slowly walks on over. 

Reminiscing on some form of old encounter, the elf stands at alert just a few feet away from the base of the large fixture. Sighing as he seems to remember a better time. A content snicker leaving the man as he pulls out the blue stone, and walks about in a complete daze. Seemingly his feet dragging him around idly into some back cave whilst he just muses about in his own thoughts. Though eventually, the man notices that he seems to have stepped in something wet.

Looking up, the elf’s eye goes dull. His fingers slip- dropping the pristine blue slice into the pool of crimson blood below him.. as the red begins to swirl about and stain the priceless commemorative rock. A blank expression, yet wide eye on the elf man as he looks towards the young adult infront of him. Choked to death in a brutal fashion. The elf’s eyelid seems to twitch, jerking about as his fingers clench in on themselves... 

”H-Hir..”

The man’s mouth finally opens, only to show an array of white teeth clenched down on one another. The peaceful farmer finally thrown from his years of self-control and inner peace in a moment as he slams his fist into the rock behind him. The bones with his hand creak and snap, leaving a deep black and blue bruise about his hand- and leaving him a ear shrieking “FUUUUCKKKKK,” before he collapses to his knees.

Blood begins to drip down the torn skin in the elf’s hand as he staggers forward towards the lifeless body infront of him. Gripping the kid’s torso and trying to shake him awake “Who did this to you..? W-Who.. WHO F*CKING DID THIS.” he whines, his eye going a starry color.. and in the next moment the enraged elf staggers off out of the cave. Gripping the lapis slice and holding it against his chest as he yells out into the moonlight.

”I’LL FIND YOU MOTHERFUCKER, AND I’LL RIP YOUR F*CKING THROAT OUT AND FEED IT TO THE DOGS.”

[EnderMaiashiro 664]

A well aged human woman fell to her knees, the staff she carried falling to the floor with her, ringing out a crystalline chime as the emerald orb that sat atop the worn wooden pillar clanged against the stone floor below her. Wracked with sobbing, Marcella Avern-Barclay clutched a letter to her chest, grieving the loss of her brother and closest friend she had. Known to few, it was Hiren that found her, abandoned to die by the Adrian militants that dragged her father to execution without care of an at the time not even a year old infant... He was also her mentor- one that taught her many things beyond how to merely be. It is not known how long she remained there, but when she finally left she uttered words that echoed through the halls of Freisburg, “My dearest brother.... I was so certain you would not only outlive our father but myself as well.... but now.... it is I left alone as the last of his legacy... Please wait for me.... my time is soon... but not yet...” At that... all that was heard was the clicking of the staff of the late Richard Baruch echoing off into the halls of the elderly woman’s home.

[MeteorDragon 3441]

Xavis’ worn body would run around his house, throwing everything around as he let off a scream into the air of his home. ”NEXT IT’LL BE ME! I KNOW IT! THEY’RE COMING FOR ME NEXT!” Several curses roll off Xavis’ tongue as he slams his body into the furniture around his hand, collapsing on the ground. Heard breaths escape his mouth as he lies on the ground, starting to softly cry ”Hiren.. f***.. I swear I’ll find who did this to you. I’ll see you again.. one day” 

[Ducklingator 795]

Upon hearing the news of her old friend’s passing, Lilach aptly retorts with a very professional expression of her current emotions. ”What the ****.”

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

In the confined of the aged home, long forgotten and lacking so much as locks upon its rickety doors, sat a man in armor, each motion bringing creeks. Beyond this, the only noise in the lightless room beyond faint beams of the outside world through boarded windows was the sound of shaky breath.

 

“Inevitable. Be it through the severed constituents of the less than pleasurable masses, or the unholy work of the matron of chaos upon this damnable realm. Inevitability is Order, and Order consumes all. But – Respect. Respect, precedes even the most virtuous of causes and intents. Respect is the building block of all mortality, and in his inconsequential life, I could see that. A passing to be mourned.”

[Sanderlings 1]

The young elf, Llothia, would come to a kneel and sigh, cupping her hands over her heart, over some sort of religious idol. She would let out a soft sigh and look over the atmosphere around her. She would let off a single prayer, a few tears shedding from her eyes. "May the stars guide you. May they light your path in your end, to find you peace once more to this land now so far. It was not long I have known you, but it has been an honor to have seen you, and been beside you in the battles of Athera. You will not be forgotten, for your stories shall live on, for long as I live. Rest among the serene." She would wipe away her eyes, and keep a kneel, looking to the stars long and hopeful.

"'Tis time to celebrate one of the honorable now with a drink."

The elf would soon walk off and take a vow of silence to the fallen, off to the tavern.

[ronin_champloo 5951]

Lien would be sitting within Aegrothond. His foot then brushing upon the stone and grass somewhat, a seat taken soon after. – Legs crossed, and closed gaze set over the horizon. A remorseful, forlorn sight upon his features. His hands set upon a Harp, draconic inscriptions upon it. The carvings speaking of an old tale, an old memory contained within. Lien’s fingers would place themselves upon it. His scarred and weathered hands, scorched and burnt with thunder and lightning gracing the strings. Slowly, gently and without words. – He’d then pluck the strings, a soft and weathered song played soon after. A dirge of what had been lost, a silent howling upon those who had faded away.

 

”Sleep onto a blissful goodnight, Friend. – Seek this long goodbye, never turning back.”

 

The song would end.

[NotAPan 3052]

A pale elf would slam his knife beside his seasonings, tears dripping down his cheeks as he stared against the wall "I will find who did this to you, no matter what it takes." 

[Hearth 1082]

Upon hearing the news, Hearth's posture sunk. The dwed threw a salute up to the skies before rushing off into the depths of the Sutican city streets.

[gameingg 603]

Dargo lit a cigar as the grim news reached him, gazing down at his broken arm and remembering having sworn to kill the elf. He threw the cigar to the ground and crushed it beneath his steel boot, enraged. The wizard would kill the one who had taken his revenge away from him and more than that, he would avenge his ex-comrade.

[Andustar 4143]

Within the confines of his home in Aegrothond, a heartbroken father solemnly wept. Artanáro had raised many children within his lifetime, many of whom had already passed on. It was an experience he dreaded, and yet, one he had grown all too familiar with. No parent should ever be forced to bury his own child, but life was a fickle thing, with new surprises waiting around every corner. Fate had determined this reality; that was a fact he begrudgingly accepted. 

“Hiren, my son, my wonderful child. Today Sokar’s bells chime and you have answered their calling. I can only pray you rest peacefully and that one day we might see each other again. But until that day...”

The Silver Sage and Arch-Sentinel of the Soulstream had much still to do.