Valannor 6345 Popular Post Share Posted August 25, 2021 "Remember my name, for one day I will not..." “Why are you sad, Aleksey? What has caused your grief?” Her voice reached its ears like ashes upon the wind - muted, yet strangely present… Adelith. The one individual who perhaps should have wished him the most harm, yet who showed him the most kindness. For as long as his memory stretched from his first formation, she was there - a speck of white, in that damned sea of blackness. From her, he learned mercy. “I seek knowledge, in this crumbling crypt of broken kings.” Rang then that inquisitive tone, in some slight tremble of fear before it were emboldened by that pursuit. Bartimaeus - his prized pupil, who placed all his faith in the ramblings of an old and shattered psyche. And yet elucidated was he under the Black Sun, and guided unto transcendence - and he became more than what his fleshen shell may have permitted. A young specter in the end, who he thought to deliver from the damned throes of undeath. From him, he learned patience. “In the end, I am but a mortal, Hound. Simply struggling in a war against immortal gods with no hope of winning on my own… Hound, what has become of you?” Selina’s voice, oh how it shook with fright at her mentor’s ire - and yet that hint of defiance brewed as she had realized what was to unfold. Veil, Selina, Tabatha… Oh, so many names. And yet, from her status as a nascent acolyte, he thought to guide her to the forsaken apotheosis he knew she dreamt of. One of the few who treated him as an equal, rather than a subordinate. A friend, even - if those of his ilk could have those. From her, he learned kindness. “My name is Estelaurir Amaesil Vuln’miruel. You killed my grandmother… Prepare to die!” Called out that foolish voice - young, inexperienced, and green behind the ears. Grating, mayhaps… but Aleksey found it amusing. Amaesil had been a rival of a sort - and perhaps the closest to bringing him to a final slumber than any before had. Intrepid. Courageous… Stupid. And yet, the spirit could not help but find some hint of admiration for the poor boy, who wished only to avenge that which he thought the Hound had taken from him. Wrath, born of kindness. From him, he learned regret. Sakura petals fell, the woman taken aback by the wolven inquiry, stuttering and stammering o’er her words in the morning dews and damps. “W-Well you see, that's a rather… complicated question, dear!” She chuckled out, as the dread fog crept about the confines of the lonely castle. Tsune Hirano. A woman of equal measures kindness and cruelty, he had found, but her wisdom was impeccable. Their talks often lasted long into the late hours of the evening, but deeper profundities were yet unveiled through conversation - the transfer and reception of meaning and thought. And with her words, he had found something that had yet been lacking. From her, he learned humanity. As he glimpsed the bright light of the collapse, he felt himself trapped in eternity. He ruminated, and oh he so pondered… Thus far, all he had sought had been Xion - enlightenment, fulfillment. Many had fallen in such a quest, but he had found naught… except for in this moment. Just before the end, fur black as night turned a soothing, pale blue, and Aleksey Szitibor felt a smile come across his wolven maw - content, happy, even… And then the Hound was no more. Spoiler Thank you to everyone who made the Hound such a phenomenal character to play! From @TheWhiteWolf, to @Tentoa, to @rukio and @AfroJoeTheOlogBro, Hound has been such a lovely exercise of character development, and a true testament to how far Phantom CAs can go in terms of providing and receiving character development. A huge thank you to the Canonist community, as well as the Mystic community, for the opportunity to play such a legendary persona. But alas, all good things come to an end. The Hound's reign of terror is now over. o7 47 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BobBox 3209 Share Posted August 25, 2021 The large being of Makazgath grieves for his favorite hunting friend - even if he did bash him around sometimes. While his memories faded, The Hound would be remembered and joined some day. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Media Wizard 2954 Share Posted August 25, 2021 "Good riddance," Prince Amaesil Vuln'miruel says. His eyes betray him, though. He wished to be the one to bring death to the Accursed Beast. So many had called him foolish for following his heart and standing by his conviction. Yet the Hound, despite its words, still faced him. His fist tightened. "Damn you, Hound." 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nozgoth 2897 Share Posted August 25, 2021 (edited) Saevel heaved a sigh of sorrow, but he did not weep. Edited August 25, 2021 by Nozoa 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TreeSmoothie 4887 Share Posted August 25, 2021 A cloaked figure meandered through those dank halls of the Synod, on her daily venture toward the library. At one point, she'd began mumbling as she glossed over the shelves in search of a certain tome. "I wonder where the Hound is. And that . . . One Barrowlord. Heciline. I haven't seen either in some time. Yam more glad about the latter," the figure cackled, her slender hands snatching a book by its tarnished spine. "That old dog'll turn up again soon, yam sure. Probably caught dueling another one of those 'ame. Needs te' learn to be more careful." Unknowing & blissful, that hag settled down and cracked open the tiny journal. "Jac . . ." she warbled, craning her head up as the geist passed - a sight for sore eyes. No, rather . . . A sore sight for eyes. That old magi never truly had been accustomed to their ghastly visages. Anticipating a swat on the head, the figure continued, "Have vy seen him? Te' Hound?" @bloomtiara 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cally 335 Share Posted August 25, 2021 The equally faithful Jackal widened its soulless eyes in horror as its memories of Hound began to fade from the forefront of its already wracked mind. A scream of pain and sorrow emitted from its lair, deep in the hellish underbelly of the Tsutenkaku estate. "Sleep well in the soulstream, balmark.. For perhaps I will join you there soon.." The phantom collapsed its phantasmal body to the ground in a fit of sobs. Its haunt seemed to carry a bit more sorrow on that shallow night.. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TwiSama 331 Share Posted August 25, 2021 The 'ame felt regret from his death, though once a bad person, she still felt bad that this was the end. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reckless Banzai Screamer 11575 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Father Paco would wonder what became of Aleksy from time to time. He prayed for his wretched soul for he knew that there was more to this "dark wizard" then what met the eye. Perhaps he went to de Seven Skies finally, the Padre thought to himself, and hoped for the best. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
bloomtiara 367 Share Posted August 25, 2021 That Poltergeist wandered about the depths of a library, dusting the olden books lining the walls. She hummed, in the worst of tunes, twirling around dark spaces between the shelves as her crimson dress brushed against the cracked stone floors. "Hound.. where are you? I've yet to hear you these past days..." That odd being wondered to herself, flipping through pages to ensure no rot came to the scriptures. As that old friend of hers wandered past, she would look up to them, a book waved around aimlessly. "I haven't. Where is he..?" She spoke, in a tone oh so rattling; and even yet, spoke to the woman as she always had. "It's.. strange. I hope Hound returns soon." @TreeSmoothie 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
exanimated 1360 Share Posted August 25, 2021 The Amber Druid, dying with that hound - he would dip his head to his friend as he saw the hound end with the blast.. His own end coming only moments after. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Johann 1409 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Hours before calamity, an iron-clad magi shook the wintry gauntlet of that geist.. a compact of the ages sealed, for the good of all Men. Neither would return. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
StrongBear 1184 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Atop of one of the highest points in the dwed lands, a particular flaxen hair man ponders to himself, "Ich do vonder vhen t'e next time ich vill fight along side t'e Hound?" The man's forest orbs flicker over the horizon, allowing himself to fall once more into an extended meditation cycle. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
JEEGK 1256 Share Posted August 25, 2021 "One of them, hm?" A Romanian boy said, staring stoically into the sky within his tower, "I will keep them in my thoughts tonight." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
doreebear 601 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Nataliya sat in her chambers as she thought back on the frightful day. full of chaos and anguish. no one would ever want to relive such a tale. however, one thing lingered in her mind. the possession of Heinrik the mad. . . the memory was still clear as day, the poor princess tied to the pyre, about to be burnt as she watched in utter horror of her disgraceful nephew, being taken over by utter madness. the aging woman remembered the words he spewed out, words not of this world. . . .a supernatural language. the ghastly creature seemed to have possessed the maddened King as a distraction, allowing the crowd to fight back and put out the fire that would've engulfed her surely. though Nataliya knew not of his death. be that as it may, one phrase lingered in her mind . . . . . one, phrase she could understand from the creature once it had left the King hurrying back to the devilish graveyard from once it came. "Godani punishes the wicked." The Princess clenched her hands tightly as they rested upon her lap. after a moment, she stood up from her chair, sauntering towards the door. "I know what I must do. " she stated in almost a whisper, before shutting it behind her. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8910 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Spoiler Though it was likely she would never hear of Aleksey's fate there was a certain shift, a tinge of remorse to Aobh's soul as the geist was ripped from the mortal realm. Lit candle in hand, she remained steadfastly knelt within the temple of Xan, old memories swirling treacherously through her heart and mind. It was true, as a Paladin she had some obligation to demanifest ghosts, to give them that small mercy. Yet... Yet. There were those that made hypocrites of her, who she could not enforce her own preaching upon. So many ghosts she had cut down without a second thought, so many dark spawn she had never held empathy for. Yet... Yet. There had always been exceptions: Samuel, the first person she had loved. Veil, who had tried countless times to kill her but in a twisted way felt akin to a friend. Aleksey, who she had met all those years ago in the Haense church, who had called her weak, who she had come to a draw with. "Where've you been Addie? I missed you." That dogged affection, bound by friendship, the compassion she felt for the geist who had suffered so horrifically in life, reunited in the sewers of Haense some six years after she had faked her death. That accursed coin with the imagery of the Hound on it, an object she still carried with her. Yet still, all must die, even the immortal aengudaemons and those others incapable of aging, geists included. The Inferi war had proven that. Sam's slow fading from the mortal realm had forced her to accept it. As that explosion stemmed from the voidal tear, something deep within Aobh's soul stirred. Whereas the rest who had known Hound seemed to believe he was simply missing and would return, deep down she knew she would never see her long time friend again. "Did you find peace in the end, llir?" She whispered to the candle, off-white bandages which bound her visage now dampened from the tears that formed. Grief, and then a small smile. "Of course you did. You had already found it. You had finally realized your purpose the last time we spoke." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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