Cold as Ice [Evindal's PK]

[Nozgoth 3083]

 

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjwV5w0IrcA

 

{------ Cold as Ice [PK] ------}

Evindal, ‘the Shepherd’

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A young mali’fenn sat on a bench in a small village surrounded by veldt lands, the scenery much familiar to him and many of his close friends. A river would run in front of the bench - small minnows swimming about under the heat of the sun. He sat there, pressing his digits upon his temples as if pondering something deeply. A glimmering silver circlet with a dark amethyst placed in the middle sat atop his head. Evindal would take it off, staring into it for a great moment - time would seemingly slow down for him as he thrusts it into the air and throws it down into the river. The minnows would scatter and he’d stand up from his bench, moving to stomp off elsewhere into the savannah sunset. Each step feeling like a burden, a loud “CLANK!” sounding from his right boot each time it landed as he walks lopsidedly.

 

“What is a shepherd without his crook?” thought Evindal. He’d take his crook off the sling on his back - leaning against it after venturing further into the savannah. Sadness would envelop his face, he’d open his mouth to scream but then remembering he no longer can.

 

After what seemed like hours of walking, the mali’fenn had finally reached a small oasis with a tree in the middle. He’d sit down under the tree, a tear dripping from his eye. Evindal took out his notebook and quill shortly before beginning to write. “Perhaps this is my fate… perhaps It’s time my reign has ended. Perhaps I deserve what is happening to me, all the things I have done in the past. I am a horrible person.”, Evindal would pause, before continuing to write once again “Death is better than what might happen to me.” read the page after he’d finished.

 

Evindal would place his hand on his hilt, slowly unsheathing a gleaming, ornamental arrum blade. He’d put it up to his neck, as he sat there in the beating sun under a tree in a small oasis. Thoughts would course through his mind, memories of good and bad. All the bad he had ever done, he questioned himself on why he was doing it. The good thoughts brought a slight smile to his face before returning to despair.

 

A final tear would begin to drip down his face, he’d think a silent prayer before swiftly putting an end to himself with the blade.

 

To some, this may be fantastic news - for he truly was… cold as ice.

 

Evindal, ‘The Shepherd’, ‘The Defiler’, ‘The Pale Prince’ and many other names, is at last - deceased.

 

[!] Letters would be sent out to many people!

 

“To my Disciples”

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“I leave you with my knowledge, my lessons. I wish for you to continue my legacy, and I wish for you all to reach paradise.” ~Evindal

 

“To Tantalus”

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“I have recognized your voice for many years now. For you, I have left behind a book, I am sure you will know where to find it. Continue it, my brother. Do what I could not.”

“The Dual Heir shall live on.” ~Evindal

 

 

“To Citizens Millstone”

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“I have left behind some goodies, scattered about in the village. Happy hunting, and do not fret. I will remain in paradise with you, and hope to see all of you on the other side.” ~Evindal

 

“To Masamune Musashi”

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“You have done me a great service… In return, I have left you behind a great treasure. A pristine mammoth tusk, as well as a blade which I cherished. I wish you best of luck, you truly were one of the greatest I have met.” ~Evindal

 

“To Jubilant Jack”

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“I have not seen you in many years, though in the chance you see this - I have left you behind some of my wealth in the hemlock base.. To paradise brother.” ~Evindal

 

“To the Hemlocks”

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“It was an honour to be among you. Some coin to continue funding can be found in our base. Happy hunting brothers.” ~Evindal

 

“To Ruswick”

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“Hail Ruswick. May you live on.” ~Evindal

 

“To The Mad Poet”

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“Continue the legacy brother, I am sure you know what to do when the time comes. Some treasures are left behind for you, I am sure you know where to find them.” ~Evindal

 

“To Janus Seadane”

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“Thank you for the wisdom you granted me about production when I first moved into my shop. I shall return the books you gave me, and all the substances I have left.”

 

OOC:

 

Evindal has been such an amazing experience and I’ve had so much fun playing him, though it's about time he goes. I’ve done everything with him I really wanted to do with him, and there is not much left. I have also gotten quite bored of him and just wanted to try something new, a fresh start. Thank you to everyone I’ve rped with and all the amazing people who made this possible! And don’t worry, the story isn’t over yet… ?

 

~Noz

[Sorcerio 4712]

The figure of Absalom would stand upon a cliff overlooking Millstone, his cold dark eyes staring towards the small town, digits curling into a fist as he heard the news. “What an unfortunate end to such a loyal man. May Aeriel have mercy upon his soul – curse him not to the Ebrietaes, Archaengul…” The figure spoke, before moving to depart from the scene, the grass at his feet charred and burnt.

[RoamingRonin 635]

A single dove swoops through the air, and finds its place upon the shoulder of Musashi Masamune. An odd time, as he is currently in travel to Millstone, to speak with Evindal about his new position as Thane of said village. 

 

The samurai unfolds the letter, and feels the warmth leave his hands. ”Evindal is dead...” Were the thoughts that rang through his head. The sudden shock took the breath away from him, and he fell to one knee upon the roads. Whatever Evindal was going through, he did not help. In his time of need, Musashi failed his friend. 

 

Rage and grief all swirled into one emotion, and the warrior crumpled the note in his hand. He looked to the sky and roared his pain, if only in one sudden burst. He would then weep for his fallen comrade, and pull himself beneath a tree. 

 

The samurai is no more. Now, he lives the wayward life of a ronin...

[blackhand7 368]

A white dove, after travelling to the continent of Athera for months, landed at Tantalus’ feet as he sat around a campfire, bearing the news. He picked up the note and read it, his face growing cold and unreadable as his eyes scanned the page and learned of what had happened. His heart beat fast as he rose to his feet, not saying a word to his fellows, and he walked silently into the deep depths of the ancient city of Ker’nor.

 

He wandered aimlessly through the dark caverns, still in shock as to what had happened, until he reached his destination: a small house carved into the ancient rock walls of the city into which no man or elf had entered since its abandonment when Athera fell. He closed the ancient door behind him, locking it, and stood in the small house for a second, still stone-faced, until he broke. With a screaming yell of remorse, rage, and pain he began to punch the stone walls of the house with all his might, his knuckles growing bruised, then bloodied, then breaking with loud sickening cracks as he angrily hit the unbreakable stone walls, his screams only being heard by the silent city that surrounded him. Eventually the pain became to much, and he fell to his knees and curled up in a ball in the corner of the house, crying like a baby until even that became to much exertion, his sobs fading into sad and defeated whimpers as he lay there on the cold stone floor.

 

Tantalus returned to the campfire the next morning, his hands bound in fresh bandages, his face cleaned from his tears and returned to its unreadable state as he quietly retook his place at the campfire and sat there silently, staring into its flames and thinking unknown thoughts to himself.

 

 

Spoiler

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/642186138244612113/688456184864571546/c.mp4

 

[Mark2282 305]

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Evindal will be missed

 

[RhythmrhymE 156]

Vintas would look at the news saddened by the loss of a friend, even if they weren’t close, or talked a lot.

[TheBelidle 65]

“Of course all I got was some minas.” Jack would jest as he stared down at the letter. A frown spans across his face as he drops the letter onto a table and walks away. “I have had too many deaths of great friends in my time...” Jack would sadly remark, muttering beneath his breath.. “Sam.. Now Evindal.”

 

Jack would write a personal letter to each Hemlocks informing them of the death of a great member. Someone who will certainly be remembered as the time passes. 
 

“Ever since I first met him, he was always a crazy lad. He fought mostly everyone!” Jack would chuckle before continuing “It’s truly a sad loss, but the items that he has left behind will certainly be trigger that will influence our memories of him.” Jack would stand up, hop on his horse... 

 

He rides off.

[L_GS 35]

Janus reads the letter he had received with a tear in his eye. "May his journey continue into whatever lies beyond. And may his blood wash away his past."

[simatra 373]

The Mad Poet would be watching from above millstone, in his mask. He would notice a tear drop down, and call out to no one in particular,  “I will do what must be done, although some may see Evindal as horrible, I wish I was able to thank him for what he has done for me.” Then he would walk away, his mask moist as tears ran down the cracks of it. 

[AmericanSimp 512]

Hurdog ‘Dead’ Ironside sat upon the mountains in the fiery hills of the north as he heard of the news. “Atleast one ladde’ could foind some peace...” he’d state, looking towards something that utterly confused him.

[Boomzerang 515]

A young uruk mourns the loss of his left hand.

[CrocsGuy 31]

[!] A raven would drop a note into the hands of Gamigin.

“The ****...” he would mutter as he opened the note. He would read the contents and sit down on the grass with a frown. Gamigin was mostly apathetic towards death, writing it off as an inevitable part of nature. “Never thought I’d outlive the bastard.” he’d mutter under his breath. As he collected himself, he’d roll some Cactus Green in the note, remembering that Evindal had taught him how to do so. As he lit the creation, he would take a puff before deciding to head to Ruswick to see about erecting a statue in honor of his fallen comrade. He would toss the roach into the grass before setting off, muttering “Pulvis et umbra sumus.”

[BobBox 3798]

Rylan Swint smiles brightly at the news “I wonder what happened to your ears, good elf? Perhaps try to tell me. Oh? Cats got your tongue? Oh Wait! I forgot that I have it.” Rylan returns to his job, a large smile on his face for the rest of the day.