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Somewhere, an adoptive mother would soon mourn the girl who never returned. 

 

"Velulei y nae ilumeh, oem'ii..."

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The weary Kharajyr watched as the body floated into the blue yonder. The deed was done. His helmet shrouded his visage and emotion, and behind him the Azdrazi Helinathe praised him in his victory. He felt dark, the same horrific vision of his sword serrating the head from her shoulders repeating at the back of his eyes in sick display. "Damn.."

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Edvard would welcome Addie, “You are home, little one.” Remarked the Rurikid as he gestured for the fallen Paladin to come with him, “You have served the Father well, both in life and now in death. You may rest your weary head, for no harm will fall upon you anymore.”

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Only but a few times did Alicjo have the privilege to go to blows with the fallen Ezyl. And perhaps luckily for him, they had only ever fought against the same side.

 

Strangely, the man recalled fondly of the time an apparition appeared before them, and of course, she was the first to react, drawing forth her falchion and planting in her stance. She awaited that creature to come to her, and when it did, she feared not to remain in such close range of the creature's grasp, toying with the being as she brought her sword up against it – making the line of a crossbow's shot that much more difficult for Alicjo.

 

In those few times they shared a shield, he had gathered all he would need to know about the woman. Hard-headed: though that only meant she did not shy in the face of resistance. Brash: though that only meant she did not cower in the face of adversity. That meant she was a fighter, and be it by circumstance or choice, she was a damn good one.

 

Her short dance with that creature continued, it returning a slap to loosen a chip from the decals of her armor, all as that Southeron aligned his shot carefully. Through his watchful squint, he couldn't help to pay notice to how that woman carried herself, – "Damn." An observant thought sounded through the Southeron's mind, coaxing him to finally release the silver-tinted bolt that shimmered in his thrower's rails. The bolt whizzed, as they do, a near-miss of the woman's head as the feathered end of the arrow barely scrapped against her helm, piercing then through the skull of that wretched creature – disintegrating to a pile of ash and bones.

 

A winded, fighter's breath as she turned to the man who shot the bolt, unshaken by the close call as she mused with a smirk, “A bit closer next time, ti? I've wanted a shaved head for a while.”

 

The Southeron managed a snort of amusement, shaking his head as he propped that bolt's thrower against his shoulder, laying a gauntleted hand against hers as he retorted, “Don't worry, I've still got my eyes.” 

 

And as if nothing were amiss, they carried on.

She would either die a defender's death or she would live to see a mali's turn.

"But why wouldn't she be granted an old mali's death? Surely, nothing could do her in."

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Anduin Rhys Dering | Adelith "Ezyl Grey" Elyris | Alicjo Verrana

 

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4 minutes ago, Ryloth said:

The weary Kharajyr watched as the body floated into the blue yonder. The deed was done. His helmet shrouded his visage and emotion, and behind him the Azdrazi Helinathe praised him in his victory. He felt dark, the same vision of his sword serrating the head from her shoulders repeating at the back of his eyes in sick display. "Damn."

Helinathe watched the body float away as she applauded to Haskir, "Blood for blood, Haskir. Her sins are hers alone and we gave her the pity she deserved. A pity to be relieved of her foul existence-- a pity you granted her personally. May her body serve as a reminder for the Xannites that the punishment for defying my Father's will."

 

The cold wind fell upon the two as the body drifted farther and farther away.

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The young Elias sits outside of his dearly beloved aunts room, currled up with Nayda, his cat living doll. "Aunt Addie, please come 'ome, t'ere ist something Ich vant t' tell vy.." The boy murmurs out while tears start to stream down his cheeks. After sometime, the young Asul'onn makes his way up to his room, gently closing his door not to disturb his twin, seemingly trying to find a bit of comfort with this sudden loss of a loved one.

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The gelid winds blew into the canopy of bubbling lava; the Inquisitor Eternal remained seated on a lump of molten, surrounded by several of his kin — the heralds sat on chained hedges swaying from the volcanoes entrance. 

 

His infernal orbs gawked onwards, wherein a mighty greatsword covered in red burgeon flames struck the ground. The blade chittered and cackled; for then it spoke. “You are the worst.” 


To this, the dragonkin responded in his wait for Haskir. “I know.”

 

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Revas stayed up the first night awaiting Addie's return home, then a second. Despite comforting words from her closest friend, she couldn't shake the feeling that her sister should have come home. Despite these feelings, she dared not leave the confines of her family's manor. Instead, she opted to gather her sons around the fire and began to try and distract them with a story.

 

Two German Shepherds joined Oddwig outside of Addie's room, their cries echoing through the halls of the manor.

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Deep within the bowels of some nonspecific dark, forgotten ruin, a stout figure had been resting under the ceiling of cracked earth. He carried about him a melancholic gaze as he sat and pondered about events that have passed, and events that have yet to come. Lightning bugs not far away carried their soft emerald glow over to him, one landing upon his hand. He lifted his finger to find his gaze meeting the little creature, its elytra spreading wide to reveal its brilliant gleam. Taking a stand, the insects were dismissed with a slow wave of his hand as the man exited these stone remains, a tight squint being lifted to the stars overhead after he strode through its back door- and there, the man did let out a small sigh. 

Not soon after exiting the broken temple he rode, the tracks of his steed scarring the soil beneath its legs.
Dark Dael rode, those dull eyes of his set upon those events to come.

 

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The lingering spirit of a Young Man taken too soon drifted from city to city. He listened to the words of people, content to remain unspoken to. Remaining in a form unseen by most, he heard some rather unsettling news. Now, sitting within the midst of Haense, he processed this information. The phantom felt anger rise in him, welling up unlike ever before for decades. He couldn't hold back the hatred and hollow sadness anymore. The one remaining piece of what he used to be was gone, and he had no reason to hold back any longer . . . for what was it he was to do again? Why was he still here.. left with only the answer to express his animosity.

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Kaelan Aldin ventured forth, after spending a few weeks away from Haense. He often wondered when he would bump into Ezyl again, as he quite frequently did. Opting to take a seat at the table he usually sat at within the tavern, resting his hand to his cheek as he stirred his green tea, lost in thought over some of the conversations the duo had once had. The news of her death had not yet reached him, so he sat and waited for the annoying 'aheral to show their face once more. 

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Jack Reynolds looks down upon the awful events from the Seven skies, like a blade piercing through his heart he felt the pain upon seeing the little Adelith so brutally slaughtered. The child he once saw like a daughter, the child he once patched up, and the child that was there for him when he died on that faithful day. "Oh Adelith... if only I was able to protect you..." The aged Haenser mumbled out to himself before signing the loraine cross. "Be at peace, you deserve it my child" he said before letting out a desperate chuckle "at least those strawberries didn't get you in the end huh?"

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A young, mali’aheral simply slept inside her wool sheets, on their bed- a bed which was placed near the roaring flames to keep herself warm form the cruel winter. The woman, unknown to the chaos of outside and around Haense, Alyssa Seregon, dreams meeting or seeing this Paladin again. But, would that truly happen? No. It wouldn’t.

 

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