[PK] To Find a Mother

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To Find a Mother

               David sat at the meeting in Farrador, his twitching hands stuck into his jacket pockets as they usually were. The meeting proceeded as any would, his mother addressing her people whilst they exchanged words- yet the air was heavy, and David could sense it. Akin to a suffocating smoke, although why he felt such remained unbeknownst to him. Soon it would be revealed to him. He was aware that this day would come, but it was far earlier than he had hoped. During the meeting, it was brought up that he was a shade, and while attempting to leave he was knocked unconscious. 

 

               David slowly awoke in his room with a splitting headache, but it was no bother to him, for he had endured much worse every day for the past few years of his life. Ignoring the shouts in his head, he took a moment to listen. Listening for the Paladins that had just arrived - summoned by his sister. Listening to their talks about how he must be fully restrained and chained on the ground. But eventually, he had grown sick of listening. Taking his spear from his back, he held it tightly and awaited whoever would enter his room first. 

 

               To David’s surprise, it was his mother, Vyasaldris, who would enter first. Holding the spear close to his neck he began to beg. “End me Ma. Do not allow me to be purged.” He spoke as he was suddenly held close. After many words back and forth, it was clear what needed to happen to join the Mother. As his mother cradled him, he quietly said a single phrase. “I have challenged the sun, and for it, I shall ascend to the Mother.”. His spear shook in his hand from his tight grip. Finally, he spoke his last words, “I love you Ma.” and with that, David drove the spear into his neck, ending him in his mother’s arms. 

 

              While his mind was content with finally having someone he could call Ma, his soul waited in Ebriaetas for Arun’Asna to claim it. And although his body was no more, David continued to live through all of the clockwork contraptions that he had held so dear throughout life. 
 

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David Elyris-Swint

 

 

1756-1782

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Thank you to everyone who contributed to the growth of this character. I’d like to give a special thanks to the shade community for allowing me to play one and to TheIchorDruid for helping with this post. While I cannot list everyone who helped evolve my character since some 180 days ago, I certainly thank you all. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[rukio 8924]

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I’m still sorry man

Alyssa Swint, from the Father’s halls, silently awaits her brother’s ascent to join her. That reunion would never come to pass, to her horror. ”My other half is forever separated from me, then?” She’d ask in a pained voice to the Fatherists who, like her, had died and joined the Father’s hall in the afterlife. No one would answer the forever youth, who simply fell to her knees, lost in a grief not even the All-Father could comfort.

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Morning would greet Elene with the news of her oldest, still living child. In horror and shock, she would think back to when he was ten, dragging his sister’s corpse to Morsgrad, sobbing. To how she had held him, to how she had returned to Oren for his sake, yielded to the emperor and given a vow throwing away her faith and voice. ”Minn legr gotrs.” She’d cry out in her pain. This pain would not allow the Ulvegr woman to see another day repeated as it had, as she had lived since she had returned and Rylan had forced her to kneel in front of the emperor, miserable and without her own life or will to live. The grief of losing not one but two children, her beloved twins, was almost too much for her to bear. ”Minn gotr. Hethra pha dautr...minn dautr inge thur. Thu ok ek...fara. Inge treag mal, thur neim vaeger pha ek. Thur gotr neim minn. Ek legr legr gotr neim thur.” Would be her final words to Rylan, who she had once considered the love of her life. Midnight’s clock would find her gone, a large pool of blood at the base of the cabin’s stairs, a red stain moved towards the door, out to the woods. The blood and trails origin easily assumed to be her final moment in life.

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That thing isn't our niece anymore Theo

I may be a monster but I won't be the one to put down their sibling

You're insufferable and just have to put everyone else down

You were better than this

 

The memories of her family’s views on her rang in her ears for days after his death.

 

”I-I didn’t mean for- David... please.” Addie had plead to dead ears as Vya held her brother’s limp body. “Why...” She whimpered out in her agony hours later, “I loved you” she had whispered incredulously to where his glaive still laid. She had clutched desperately at her own throat, as though willing his wound to be her death instead of his. “Big brother.” She cried out, but alas, just as with Sam and just as with Jack Reynolds deaths, her pleas fell to silence, there was no one left to find comfort in except Xan and his sunlit path. 

 

 

 

 

[Daisy 9736]

Theo would mourn the loss of his dear nephew, Deadvid.

[Endershadow292 184]

Deldrach would hear of the news of David's death as he said “May you and Billy find eternal Happiness.”

[venclair 713]

It is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. A spiring princess sat upon her bed in her old room, reminiscing her childhood with David. She had heard of her beloved friend’s passing through word of mouth, her hand clutching firmly onto a worn gift he had given her when she was a decade old. Laid on the sheets next to her were other trinkets he had bestowed to her, a dour smile coming to her pallid countenance. Streams of silvery droplets dampened her cheeks as she began to weep, shaking her head slowly while she cooed to herself in unison.

[NightOfTheWind 3226]

           A lone man walked through the gardens of the Gehenna Estate, attending to the plants outside with a watering can in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other. With a small sip of the both- he’d water the plants, and take a drink of rum. The lilies were watered- a drink of rum. The tulips were watered- a drink of rum. As the man watered the roses with his rum, he’d accidentally water his own mouth. His eyes quickly widened in surprise- spitting out the water onto the roses. “Agh!-“ After a short moment of silence to himself, the goggled man cast a long gaze onto the bottle in his hand. “Maybe it’s too early to drink.” A laugh would escape him as he said this, walking into the manor looming above. He’d enter the doors of the Estate- finishing the rest of the chores he had to do for today, quietly taking a rest on the couch- when the man would notice something strange. He stood up, quietly moving over to the clock nearby. A gloved digit would lift to tap the glass of the clock.

                                                                             “.. The clock has broken?”

[BenevolentManacles 2232]

A young man can be seen seated in the pews of the Chapel of Novellen, his hands clasped together in deep contemplation. This man, now dead, had done all he could to destroy Philip’s hubris. This Prince owed him for that. Philip signed the cross, and prayed for David’s soul.

[TheIchorDruid 1986]

One would never truly understand the pain, the kind of heartache a mother must endure when burying their child, never before did Vyasaldris come to know such would be so soon. When the limp, cold, stature of her eldest lay within her arms and she took that treacherous trek to lay him at his final resting place. Many letters accompanied the woman’s departure from the Farrodian lands, all in which remained unopened – it was hours of cradling David against her chest, refusing to part with him just yet. 

 

”I recall when you were a mere boy, wet behind the ears and so afraid of the prowess you beheld. You, your sister- were my pride and joy. Everything  you strove to do, I held immense pride. E-Even now..” She paused, the words harsh and brittle against her hoarse throat- it felt like a hazy nightmare, one she’d jolt awake from with sweat donning her brow. Yet no matter how she tried, the pinches, the screams and the praying; she would not awaken.  “Whilst you.. lay within my arms, I am proud.. not proud of your choice, but content.. knowing that horrific pain you endured is no more. You were too good for this realm, my love, wherever you might rest. Know that I will forever love you.”

 

After a few hours, the evening turned to night – only now, did the mother part with her son and set his body to rest within his last place of rest. Though such an action did not come without hesitation, a horrid pang ripped at her chest causing the elfess to recoil against the earth. Her hunched stature remaining so, whilst her hands grasped fistfuls of dirt until he was entirely covered. Although he was buried, the mourning mother did not leave the grave’s side, taking what little sleep she was granted there and spending her awaken hours staring into the distance.

 

Many would not see Vyasaldis for months, most unknowing of where she disappeared to after the fall of her son.

 

 

[Paulobig 133]

Sir Alaric DeNurem sat alone in his office tower within the Novellen. The DeNurem peering to without the windows there present with a solemn and grim gaze, his eyes searching something in the starry sky above. After a few moments, Alaric wearily pushed himself to stand, a sense of exhaustion from the eventful day, as if that were its end – The Captain rendered David, a fellow brigadier and brother-in-arms a final salute, whilst a tear fell slid down his right cheek.

 

“Too early has death taken him... His actions are not unseen, nor will they ever be- To cherish what he did in life, and to remember such in his absence;” 

“Alas, such ist the way of life... Beliae doe David.”

[AstriaS 4988]

The High Keeper sat quietly at her desk after the news reached her. She remained silent for a long moment, struggling to fully process the information. After quite some time in silence, she finally spoke again. “Well that was f****ing unexpected,” She sighed and went about her day, slightly more sad than she had been when she woke up.

 

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Sylvia Camian engaged in a day-long drinking binge as she found out another of her childhood friends had died in a rather depressing way.

[WillowBeatle 13]

The anger, rage, swirling hatred halted upon hearing the news. All the want and need to separate herself from him came crashing down in a few words and suddenly all Juniper yearned for was to feel his embrace. Words echoed from her mouth. Words foreign to most who had not known of their love. Words of small children stumbling upon each other ,unbeknownst of their soon to be infatuation. Words of blossoming adolescents and their fiery passion to hold and cradle one another. Words of adults as their love sizzled and crackled upon the dying embers. Words of a lone woman stricken with a grief she thought she’d never have to bear, alone for now and forever.

"My love- please my love-"

Never, not with the death of her mother nor her uncle nor the abandonment of her father figure. Never-not once had the fire flickered so.

With a shaky breath, and streaming tears darkness swept over the woman as the last dying hue of the candle was blown out.

[GoodGuyMatt 7113]

Brandt Barclay, being in Farrador during the happenings of most of these events and seeing a good deal of what happened first hand, made his way out with quite a surprised expression. The man then left the peculiar place he stumbled upon and went back to Haense with an interesting story to tell and remember.

[Mandalore1 100]

A lone figure stood overlooking Helena from the Ghost City Of Tor Eldar. His pale eyes seemed to stare unfocused at the teeming city of man as he processed the information. The death of a dear friend, a sister of battle and even worse the death of a child. The figure almost unseen in foggy mist of the forest took a deep breath and brought a fist to his chest in salute, the resounding crash caused two doves to fly off from the woods and with that the mists surrounded the figure as he faded back into the gloom. What would remain on the doorsteps of the Swint Cabin was a Mirrored Bastard Sword and a battered helmet, its black finish worn and chipped. For the first time in many years as he drew further into the wood, Sepp felt true sadness.

[SerFinnick 445]

A courier finds Philip at his Residence in New Reza, and hands him the Parchment. He’d nod to the boy as he goes to open it, grief overtaking his face as he reads the news of the Young David. “Dear GOD, Poor Rylan. Poor Elene.” He’d turn to Isabelle, and says “Darling ( @NiyaIsCool )  we must ride for the capital at once. I MUST find Rylan. I’ll have the Stablemaster prepare our Carriage.”

 

The pair make haste for the Capitol, amidst a gloomy sky and downpour. 

[libertyybelle 6187]

Mary Lucille heard of the news while she rested her earring upon the vanity infront of her, turning to the courier who delivered. “David never forgived me for the sin I committed when I was young. I think I perhaps was the only person in Helena he truly loathed. I wish I could have made up some sort of the past to him before he died.” she murmured absent mindedly as the lady looked out the window to the lake behind Helena. “I hope he rests easy now, I heard he was always prone to bad dreams like myself.” With that she returned to getting ready for bed, offering a stoic and solem prayer for the man.