exanimated 1360 Popular Post Share Posted August 25, 2021 The Amber druid would look at the explosion before him - the explosion coming to him as it disintegrated all in its wake. He would lean upon his staff as it came towards him, no fear or anger within his visage. Though what was left was sadness within his tone as his death was to come. “Aspects protect Sonna.” he would say softly before being overtaken by the blast, the druid turned to nothing but dust. “Uncle, why do the druids try to fight us? They are weak and know nothing of how this world works.” As Zolvan Elverhilin spoke he would be in the black armour of the Sons of Malin, looking to his Uncle Valandos before him. “They are fools, a plague. We shall destroy them Zolvan, we shall bring them to destruction along with their homes in the trees.” Valandos would respond, the Sons entering their golden age within Helena. For years that man, a Herald of Azdromoth, fought alongside the Azdrazi, Sons, and other Mali under the banner Pale of Aldemar. He fought undead, paladins, druids, and watched his daughter Katari fall wounded to the undead - For decades he served the sons, spying within Aegrothond and Siramenor till the Sons fell, betrayed by the Empire till they were disbanded and hunted as criminals. The Elverhilin ran and hid in the very place he once planned to destroy, he once planned to slaughter. Slowly he hid his nature, he hid his disgust for his own kin so he would blend in with them, becoming one of them. His nature came to change, he came to like his kin, seeing the lies of his Uncle - coming to love nature and the Aspects. He spoke to the Druii he once hated, those he once wished to kill, yet they helped him see the reason the balance must be kept, see the path ahead of him - although he did not know it. “Remove these tattoos - I am no longer a follower of the Titan and wish to hold them no more. I am not worthy of any gifts bestowed.” That man would say to the Azdrazi within Haelun’or, speaking up towards the two who watched him from the stairs. “Very well.” that draconic creature uttered back as the deed was to be done, the man once more becoming free of bonds, free to pursue his own destiny. The Elverhilin would return to Siramenor, a smile on his face as he came to enjoy his freedom, he came to learn more of the Aspects, of the Mani, of the past of his Kin. Fighting within the Inferi war he fought alongside some of his fellow ‘ame, helping fight the demonic creatures till they were pushed from Arcas, going to Almaris. Within Almaris were the happiest years of the Elverhilin’s life. He met there the one he would come to love, the only one he felt he could truly trust - Sonna Vuln’miruel. He would come to date her, wishing for her to soon be his wife. During his time with her he would come to join the Druidic order under his mentor Quillian, joining the Ichorians as the Amber druid. Sonna had once said to him she would only marry him if he were to become a druid - and now that time had come. A single decade came before he proposed to her, making her his wife only a few decades later. “I shall always love you, till my death comes and I am brought into the arms of the Aspects.” The Amber Druid would utter out to Sonna as he gave her the blade Fisuloem on their wedding - a sword he had made himself so he may show his love for her. “And I shall love you, forever and always.” That Fox would say back to him with a soft smile as he gave him a pendant with her aura.. A soft, playful fox humming within the song of nature. How he loved that pendant.. No matter where Sonna was he could feel her aura beside him, singing a soft and playful tune within the voices of nature. For decades he would spend time with his wife, enjoying the freedom he had as he did his duties for the Aspects. Every look at her was pure joy, and soon they would have a child together, Sulcelia. The child was his world, just as Sonna was - he loved them both more than words could describe - finally having a true family in the Vuln’miruels. His Step-son Amaesil, his Druidic Brother Becclain, Druidic Sister Sera, and his adopted daughter Ophelia. Happiness being what he felt the most as he saw his Step-son get with a wonderful young Mali woman. Those years of joy would then come to an end. After a failed coup upon Elvenesse that Zolvan helped watch fall, he would come once more to the defense of the balance when Tahlia sent him a letter. “Zolvan, I know you may hate me - but an urgent matter has come up and I need your help. Please come to Ando as quickly as you can. It is for the balance.” that letter would read, Zolvan raising his staff once more, the balance being defended was all he cared for. Before he left he placed his beloved pendant in an envelope, sending a letter to his wife, asking to speak to her on his return - a gift he planned to give her. As he sent the bird off he wondered why, why he put the pendant in there - perhaps a feeling of dread? Maybe some sixth sense that something was to come. Yet he cared not, moving off to do his duty. “You have courage for calling me Tahlia. What is it you need?” that Druid would call as he reached the steps of Ando. He would listen to them as they spoke of a Voidal tear, his only thought ‘It must be destroyed’ - unaware of the consequences. Being thrown to the ground by the voidal knight he would watch as some odd homunculus would rush towards the tear, exploding in a blast of boom steel. Zolvan would watch in astonishment as the Yellow king screamed out “You fools! You’ve damned hundreds, I was going to save this city!”. That scream came too late - the explosion coming towards those who destroyed it. Zolvan, having had no idea what he was walking into now about to face his end. The Amber druid would look at the explosion before him - the explosion coming to him as it disintegrated all in its wake. He would lean upon his staff as it came towards him, no fear or anger within his visage. Though what was left was sadness within his tone as his death was to come. “Aspects protect Sonna.” he would say softly before being overtaken by the blast, the druid turned to nothing but dust. Spoiler Thank you to everyone who I rped with through the years on Zolvan - Thank you to Lhindir for helping me start his story, to Mandoleader and Zidoax for rping with me through the Sons of Malin. Thank you Junoix, Zilldude, Glassy and Rae for giving me wonderful RP over his time as a druid. Thank you to all the others who RPed with me and helped push his story forward - I love you all! 36 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Juno. 1304 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Spoiler https://www.youtube.com/watch v=lWHW3UGMr8s Wide eyes, tear stained cheeks, dry lips, mouth hung agape Unable to move, unable to speak, unable to look away as the city began to crumble and fall. As her husband fought underneath, and died. She felt his passing, the voices of Nature carrying their sorrow to her as she was pulled away from the city’s destruction. It was all she could feel as she ran to the cold walls of the Vale in search of her mother. And as soon as it hit her, everything was different, everything went by in a blur. There was no color, no sound. Food had no taste, textures had no feel. Days on days without eating, without sleeping. The sun was no longer warm, the feel of her mothers’ embrace no longer comforting. How does one live without their other half, how can there be a ying without a yang, how can there be tides with no moon. How can she exist without him. She keeps going for the sake of her children, for her duty, but she is only part of what she was before, a fraction of her soul is what remains. She will never forget, she will never be whole again. 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TaytoTot 1170 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Silence came from the Brylynn home that night. The Deep Cold... fitting time for the resemblence of death to those who knew them so well. No one returned home after finding out the Zolvan Vuln'muriel had died. When people flocked to the city, Syllana stood there, seeing Zolvan enter. Now, she sits in the forest with her new fox friend. A Vuln'muriel trial she had passed through. Unrecognisable words mumbled under the poor girl's breath. The only father figure who she barely even knew was gone before they even had the chance to be family. For real this time. The soon to be Vuln'muriel wrote down her thoughts on parchment, a letter to her husband. Every single word she felt about this had been spilled out onto the inked words, no pauses. She took a deep breath, letting her emotions consume her as she wrote. "Maln is gone..." "Gone." "Gone." 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
PeachLova 324 Share Posted August 25, 2021 "You are true - A true Elverhilin. Maruthir. One of the free ones who lived away from the foolish infighting of the family."And though he could not help but blame Tahlia for the man's passing. He knew deep down that it was inevitable. A good man, out to preserve the balance the three of them so earnestly believed in. And though his disdain for the woman still remain. He beckoned himself to forgive. It was not her fault, it would never be her fault. Zolvan was good. Zolvan was just. He was the guiding figure the 'aheral needed to continue down the righteous path. Their moments together, as not just cousins, but brothers - Would forever be placed in good memory. Fighting in general is foolish. It is healing that is worthwhile. From now, onward. The druid could only uphold to his cousin's mission. To preserve and protect. But to not let go of what makes one a descendant: foolishness, selfishness, and desire. For they are only natural. "I suppose? I never really considered myself so." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
chezel_ 264 Share Posted August 25, 2021 "If he was there, you already know what happened to him." Though Seraphite hadn't known Zolvan well, the two only crossing paths from time to time, his death struck her- unlike the many she knew to have happened. As the city fell, the actions from it shaking the ground all stood on, Seraphite knew any who entered would not return. Convincing people of such would be much harder, she came to find. "He's long gone." Spoiler 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6345 Share Posted August 25, 2021 And so it was that day o' sullen eve, Two fell as one, their kindred bereaved. Bound 'twixt blackened swell and eternity's tears, Hallowed be they, for all their years. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ztrog 1031 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Silently elsewhere a former child soldier weeps for Zolvan. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TwiSama 331 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Spoiler Tahlia Faevan sat down where she hid, griefing for what she had caused. "Rest in peace llir, I'm sorry for what I have brought you. I will make it up to you, I promise." The 'ame would say before speaking a prayer before sitting for a rest. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Media Wizard 2954 Share Posted August 25, 2021 ... She killed him. Prince Amaesil Vuln'miruel lowers the paper slowly. His brown eyes turn misty and distant. His hand begins to tighten slowly into a fist. The paper crumples to mulch. Tears begin to roll down his cheeks, but his face remains stern. Wrath fills the young elf's features. "... Haelun." With that, Amaesil rushes for the Grove. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
QueenGeorge 124 Share Posted August 25, 2021 While they'd not known each other in life, Brother Amber would find himself soon welcomed with open arms into the Forest. For the Lamb Druid all her kin to come to life's end would be welcomed into that perhaps strange land. Had he any questions, she would do her best to answer them. Were there any other spirits he sought, she would guide him to their place lest they come to welcome him first. For the fallen it was time to rest, to settle in, and to decide how one sought to spend the rest of their days. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Willstertheking2 1101 Share Posted August 25, 2021 "Maybeh Mavis es bad luck... es t'at two now?" The Grand King pauses for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh before tossing the missive into the fire. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Juno. 1304 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Just now, Willstertheking2 said: "Maybeh Mavis es bad luck... es t'at two now?" The Grand King pauses for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh before tossing the missive into the fire. Die 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lhindir_ 3436 Share Posted August 25, 2021 Even Khroll, an elf so worn with time, so mad - Burst into laughter, and sobbing. He cackled and wept, bronze claw digging into his cheek amidst such hysteria. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RoamingRonin 619 Share Posted August 25, 2021 (edited) Spoiler Indigo Jack feels a tear of sad pity, as word begins to spread throughout the lands of this great tragedy. Despite being a money loving pirate, such loss of life is immense, and weighs heavy on the soul. Upon the deck of The Samaritan's Lament, Jack wheels out the pipe organ, and begins to play a mournful tune, at first humming a sad tune, and then slowly working up to singing a shanty passed down through the ages. His crew follows along, and eventually, they form a chorus of sad voices. Their tune carries through the streets of Yong Ping, and if one could listen closely, traces of it were heard on the wind. Edited August 25, 2021 by KunLunKungFu 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dinochad 453 Share Posted August 25, 2021 "You were the best thing to happen to me little one, you came to me and I knew from that moment that I wanted to take care of you." Katari recalled the bittersweet words from her youth, she always loved her father. She never once blamed him for the loss of her arm and even when she lost him and he her- she searched for him, looking for him for nearly 70 years. Finally she had found him! While traveling to the place she'd least expect him, she caught sight of him in the Druids. She still remembered the embrace they shared as her father was hers once again. "N-No, this can't be right? I-I just found him! N-No damn it! Give him back!" The now grown elf fell apart at the news. She collapsed upon hearing such and gave up. She couldn't live without him again. The High elf packed up her things and left the druids, disappearing. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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