[PK] A Life Crafted by Pen and Paper

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A Life Crafted by Pen and Paper

 

 

Candle light filled the library, casting shadows across all of that which was not in the flame’s direct radius. A lone man stood at the windowsill - gaze directed outward and towards the stars of the night sky. He knew the constellations by heart - yet still used his enchanted telescope - a tool of his youth. 

 

“Niktamera.” 

 

The word hung in the air for put a moment before it was drawn in by the telescope - soon lines of flame illuminated the glass and highlighted the constellations above, those which watched over the man once renowned for science. One minute passed - sixty seconds. It was all the time he needed to see the constellations which mattered most to himself.

 

Kitran, the Steed which the telescope was named after. He felt it draw himself in, the flames and liberty it offered warmed his heart, his skin regaining some color. He smiled as he saw his father Iskander riding it - the duo running across the sky, an army in their wake.

 

Tephes, the Elephant of wisdom and regality was in conversation with his mother Elizabeth. He remembers many conversations with her, those in which she quizzed his brain and directed him towards a life of science and curiosity. He allowed them to speak - he did not want to interrupt the words of those more wise than himself.

 

Mahara, the Siren of brilliance and passion was in a debate with Jahan - both of them talking about the Rhenyari ways. In truth, they squandered over a small detail, yet both were too wrapped up in their burning ideas to let the other win. 

 

Barraman, the Golem who had allowed his wife to create her crafts and jewelry. The gems with which she adorned rings, he still wore. He saw the duo working together, creating another masterpiece and he nodded - work was never finished.

 

Finally, Anthony Alexios Basrid saw the Arsan, the Wraith. It drew him in with mystery and intrigue, and so the aged Rhenyari listened. He listened to the words of mystery and of truth - but his minute had run out. As the flames of the telescope were slowly extinguished, he decided to stay in the stars, wrapped in conversation with Arsan for the rest of his life. 

 

And as the flames finally went out - Anthony Alexios Basrid fell backward into his chair, his body lifeless yet his mind permanently wrapped in conversation so that he may gain the answers that he had looked for throughout life. And with that - his thirty-seven years of service came to an end.

 

Left in the world were his son and daughter - both of which he knew would do great things and tend to the Rhenyari flame, and so he was at rest for the first time in many years.

 

 

Anthony Alexios Basrid - 1788 to 1848.

 

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A huge thank you to KBR and Ivorey for allowing me to play their kid, as well as Dyl and Dibbo for creating and adding to the Rhenyari culture lore. I also appreciate the members of the Oren community and other communities whom I have roleplayed with on this character. With finals approaching, I needed to clear some things off my plate and this character was, unfortunately, one of them.

 

As always, thank you to the tremendous artists who have brought my character to life (in order of art presented on the post), Rwko_, TGRT (for not only the art but also for the forum dividers and Basrid wax stamp), Venclair, and Unbaed. A final thank you to the skinners who have allowed me to have too many outfits on Anthony - mostly Ivorey and Venclair.

 

Take it easy, remember to drink water. I'll catch you on another character.

[MCVDK 2854]

It all becomes so. .

Quiet. .

Cold. .

Dark. .

Meaningless. .

 

Silence never felt so loud. It had never been like this within the Susa estate since the establishment of the walls which the man now roamed with uneased movements. It was a cursed silence. It was a saddened silence. It had to be broken. It had to be halted. 

“You cursed man,” murmured the Basridi in the darkness of the night, stars allowed the faintest of light to move throughout the halls of which the Basridi strode, “You had to die now. At this time. At this moment. Without any form of alarm or hints; a mere thought struck the mind of mine years back but now? What was the reason? What made this occur?” Matyas, the newly made Count of Susa, looked to the skies as a sigh rolled over his lips, “And of course the stars should shine tonight, of all nights; this was the night which the stars chose to shine. In your honour, baba. For your work and your life. You shall be remembered in the stars, and by the stars we shall always remember you. Goodnight baba, and rest well.”

[aldskar 842]

The Basrid-born Juliya of Susa received the solemn news the very night it broke to the public, one grief stricken hand rising to cover the noise of dismay that was sure to arise. 

And on that hand, an aurum ring, the Basrid crest engraved into the inner band. 

In the dead of the same night, alone in the master bedroom of Aldersberg, a flame emits from the ring, breaking the night to illuminate now dry tears plastering the not so young woman's cheeks. "Baba.. I will miss you so.."

[Taketheshot 3834]

Joseph d'Azor frowned as he read the missive and then accidentally told Matyas his father was dead. Returning to his home later that night he cracked open one of the scholars many books. "A good man he was. An inspiration truly...."  

[helldiving 5793]

It truly saddens me to see you go. . . 

[Kholibrii 1211]

"I wonder who will be the next Director of the Secret Service, what do they even do?" Anne Josephine commented while sharing tea with her Grandmother Auvergne @Fie, seeming to be completely unbothered by the news.

[Franczhiz 4437]

Holy Sir Philip Hughes de Rosa marched into the chamber of his grandfather Casper, placing a hand upon his shoulder ( @Viggen92) "Grandpapa - Your cousin has made his way to the Seven Skies."

[Goon 1614]

An Illatian man sat in a wine and cigar shop, cigar clenched between his teeth and his feet propped against a stool below the counter in the back. Within his gloved grasp, a book- a book about a young Illatian, the irony. 

 

Whatever the man had read churned a scowl upon his features, coaxing recall of something the Basrid once said over half a century ago. Sneering as the Illatian echoed aloud, "The language of thieves.."

"Testa di cazzo, Basrid." Wafting a hand dismissively, the Falcone continued to peruse his book, none the wiser of the Basrid's departure.

 

Had Cosimo heard the news, perhaps he would be less resentful- such a meaningless grudge could be excused.. but he had not. 

 

Anthony Alexios Basrid had died before the two would ever reconcile whatever childish squabble Cosimo Antony Falcone had sheltered for so long.

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[Benjikhei 698]

Another rhenyar within another land, wiles away the hours by thinking about his earliest days in the world. Those ruby walls, that familiar scent which was riddled with both church incense and coffee houses, and the faint scent of good tobacco selfishly masking it all.

 

His thoughts then shifted to that of his earliest companions- prissy girls in dresses, stalking the palace chambers in a huff. Then those young boys, determined and resolute in their purposes from birth, knowing what they wanted from life and how they'd accomplish it. . . he'd never been one of those boys- yet he could remember so many who were.

 

So, on that day he decided to spare a thought for one, Anthony Alexios Basrid, an old friend.

"I never did get to ride in that marvellous balloon of his.. ."

[kuerbis 3802]

Anne Caroline seemed less unbothered as one may be able to tell from her dark garments and ever-present frown. She seemingly was zoned out as her granddaughter spoke to her - being consumed by memories of her youth. @Kholibrii

[sergisala 3451]

"If I had to define in a single sentence what has Lord Basrid been for our Country I would definitely affirm that he has been an admirable statesman fully committed to the maintenance of the National Security of the Imperial State and the integrity of the Crown and its dominions. Rest in peace, old colleague." Sir Charles Galbraith signed the Lorraine and prayed for the soul of the deceased lord, who had been working with for more than two decades in the Council of State until his recent retirement.

[Minuvas 3193]

The Vice-Chancellor has dictated the Orenian flag to fly at half-mast, following the death of a member of the Council of State.

[Viggen92 326]

Casper sat at his desk with his head hung low. A single candle casted its light in the room and made the shadows dance on the wall. When the elderly man felt the hand of his grandson @sashimichopped on his shoulder, he looked up and offered a smile -- but soon his eyes teared up. "May you rest in peace, my cousin. I wish we had gotten to know eachother a bit better, but still it is not too late, for we shall meet in the Seven Skies."

[Axelu 4333]

Helena Augusta received word of her elder brother’s passing in her reclusive homestead. The Dame and the Count had not spoken in many years, in part due to the growing business of their own lives, and it would be something she would regret for the remainder of her life.