The final Sin [PK]

[NLThomas 1225]

It was a quiet morning, cold wind breezed through the mage his hair. Life in recent years had been difficult yet he carried on. Kallian put on his coat and cape, making his way to Veritas. Meeting a young man he once met a while ago, at least, that is what the letter would say. And in the tavern of that quiet roadside town he waited, growing a bit more anxious. Knowing well what he had done and that some might be after him.

 

And so it was true, entering the tavern was not only the young one, but also a tall intimidating man. With a cold ember gaze. And there Kallian stood, leaning upon the wooden fence as he gazed over the horizon.

 

“Kallian, could you please come with me?”

The younger one spoke, asking in a kind and soft tone.
“Aye lad, best to come along."

Spoke the large figure towards Kallian

 

Yet the elf did not turn around, hands clenched around the wood of that fence as he stared into the distance. Falling in thought on how to get out of that place.

“Not a simple conversation after all… leave me be, it is for the best for all of us”
“You know we can’t do that”

 

And as the two went to try and restrain Kallian, he disappeared in a small cloud of mist before appearing in the grass field. Staring towards the two attackers.

“That was a mistake!”

 

So the two went to attack him. The large one rushing at him and throwing a punch, yet was met with fire straight to his face. Burning flesh and skin yet the punch did land. Shortly after, the young one bashed him over. Restraining Kallian and eventually, being escorted off.

 

“You should have just left me be…”
 

The elf muttered out while carried along. Eventually being pushed in front of someone quite familiar to the elf. Someone who listened in times of old to the stories of Kallian and was one to support the elf in times of need.

“Tarathiel… let me guess, no drink this time?”

“No drink this time indeed. Tell me, why do you have ill faith towards my people?”
“I do not… I don’t know why you think that.”
“The assassination attempt, I know about it. No lies this time.”

And after some back and forth, a cut was made to his leg with a swift slash. Making the elf drop to his back, groaning in pain as that same blade was put to his throat. Begging to be left alive, claiming his actions to be righteous. Yet it did no longer matter, with a quick movement, a cut was aimed at his throat. Yet with the interference of faith, his life was spared for but a few more minutes by another.

“Not in front of the children, Tarathiel.”
 

And so, Kallian was carried off to a tower. Being set upon his knees. No last words from the elf, all that came from him were a few rare tears. Tears not shed in a long time from the tired and exhausted elf. His lifetime of running came to an end right there and then. a young man, with grand plans of exploring the world, pushed down by the cruelty of that same world. And with a swift kick, the elf tumbles down to his death. Splashing upon the soft grass that felt like rock from such a height. And with empty eyes the dead man stared up at the night sky. Tears streaming down his lifeless face.

 

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Months after the death of the elf, a missive was spread along the continent...

 

A confession of Sin.

 

If this letter is published, then it means I’m dead. My name is Kallian Syrivir, born in the city of Fenn. Throughout my life I have made many many mistakes yet let it be known, I did it for a right cause. Throughout my life, I have only tried to do what is right. Yet it seems that I have degraded. Slowly my actions no longer were just, and if I die, I at least want all to know I tried to do right. In my younger years, I joined the Brotherhood of Virtue. A group led by a old friend and a paladin. I joined this group to do good, not for selfish reasons. I became part of the group yet was pushed out by the hypocrisy by the Oaths they followed. For they let someone join their ranks who had killed a poor child in front of my eyes.

 

Later, I became a minister of Knowledge within the city of Vaelya, yet my deeds were once more dismissed for I was banished for treason. By speaking out to a foolish decision of its leader. If not for my family, I would have left that place to die in the flames it started. But I was offered an accord, to fight in a duel to be no longer banished. Yet once more, the injustice of the world pressed down upon me, rigging the fight against me in every way possible. It no longer being a fair duel and instead a fancy torture. Leaving me to die upon the stones of it. 

 

Everytime, I tried to do right by what the people saw as right. By fighting evil and performing public services. It was sadly never meant to be. For me to be good, I had to be bad, ironically enough. And so I had set out my… foolish crusade, looking back upon it. I have killed cultists, sacrificed them as they tried to sacrifice me. Murder God worshipping idiots and torture those who harmed people close to me. Looking back on it, I was dumb to not see my decline. Yet my work had to be done. And it all would bring me closer to gaining knowledge ironically enough.

 

Each soul I murdered would be a stepping stone upon which I would stand, elevating me to a higher understanding of the realms. To gain knowledge was to be cruel. And to gain knowledge was to become strong. Strength through knowledge. While I know I have done wrong, I will never stop my crusade. I can not stop now while so close. But if I die, I at least want everyone to know my story. It was not my decision to perform these bad acts. It was the injustice of Aengul worshippers, government officials and everything in between. 

 

This is my confession, this is how it went. A story of my life, probably having come to an end when you read this. 

 

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Along with the missive, some personal letters were delivered to certain addresses along the continent. Each with a name written upon it. All delivered by a man in a cloak, choosing to remain anonymous.

 

To Sylvari Melphestaus:

 

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I keep writing this letter, over and over everyday, afraid any might be my last. If you get this letter, it probably was. My beloved Sylvari… oh how you comforted me when I needed it the most. How you were there for me when necessary. It is a shame we met so late when I was already so far gone. Honestly, I can’t wait until we are married. Although, again, I’m afraid to be dead before that might happen. But even in death, you will be my comfort as you were in life. I couldn’t live without you, I love you, I always did, I always do. Don’t do anything stupid will you? I will be there waiting for you on the other side. When the time is ready. 

With all the love in the world, your sadly not yet husband, Kallian.

 

To my two beautiful children:

 

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Andria and Talar… oh how quickly you two have grown. By the creator I wouldn’t know what you both are up to but I hope really life is treating you well. It is hard for your old man to watch you both grow up as fast as you did yet I couldn’t be more happy. Stay safe for me, will you? And make your old man proud. 

 

With all the love in the world, your father, Kallian. 

 

 

To Sionnach Redfist:

 

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Hey Sion, hope you have been alright. If you get this letter, well I sadly am dead. I left behind a little gift, either for you or someone else of the castle. Seek the storage rooms, I hid it away there. Oh and let the rest know about my death will you? And look after Sylvari, she means a lot to me and I know you two are good friends. Take care friend, and see you later.

 

-Kallian Syrivir

 

To Leyu:

 

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Wow… life has been weird huh? It certainly has been for me. I have missed you, Leyu. I don’t know what you have been up to but I certainly hope you have been safe. Know I have always loved you, and always will. Thank you for granting the comfort and happiness of life in my youth.

-Kallian Syrivir

 

To Maehr’ir Dov:

 

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Good day llir, I wish to show my respect for your help in everything you have done for me. If you read this, I’m dead, but the work must carry on. And I wish you to carry on with my work. Seek my old residency, there is a box there. Within it, some recipes for you along with a letter for someone else. You have the key to the door, and that key also fits on that same box. Along with that, I have one final wish. Take good care of Sylvari for me will you? She is the only innocence I have left. If anyone harms her, I want you to revenge that harm ten fold.

 

-Kallian Syrivir

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OOC:

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First of all, sorry for how shitty the post looks. It's harder then you think.

 

Damn... that was one hell of a ride. Many ups and downs but in the end, happy to have played this wacky, borderline sociopathic, grumpy mage. And I'm thankful for all those who have helped with the experience. Be it for better or worse. The things I've been able to experience on this server thanks to everyone I interacted with is truly something special. First time I used magic on the server, alchemy and find out about all the wonderful world lore by traveling around and talking to people. 

 

Now onto a new adventure, a new character, see where it will take me. I hope everyone had fun with the interactions I brought with Kallian. 

 

[BoneChive 365]

Sitting deep within his study and looking upon a letter that had just been granted to him, a certain mage's face darkens. He scanned each stroke of ink pledged across its page, searching for whatever falsehood would lie beneath...if only he looked closer, there might be a flaw, an illusion. But alas, there naught to be hidden; Somehow - he thought - This was the work of desire. That of his own, that of his kinsmen...the curse that so fervently plagued his own kind. All was of little concern now, as his face was cowled in the hearth's absence, the clutch of cold despair taking hold in his very core...

 

A flame had been snuffed.

 

[King_Kunuk 3022]

The Dovian Sorcerer would find the letter in his mail box. Shock overtook him as he read the letter- a grim look on his face as he folded it up. Soon, he makes his way to Kallian's old home, ready now to undertake the last request of his both mentor, companion, and most importantly- friend.

[StrongBear 1239]

That so called young one, found himself near that faithful tower, finding a seat along the ledge, curling his hand around yet another new coffee mug, "Ich should've hit him again." The highlander lowly mutters to himself, glancing to his healing knuckles, "Tis vhat happens vhen vy mess vith t'e lion...Vy get eaten." He said with a ligh shake of his head, his gaze rising to the Horizon, only leaving himself to ponder.

[flexMate 346]

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[Evonpire 2014]

The Cloaked Figure emerged, a morose and depressed expression on his face as he returned to Keep, the Paladin having fulfilled the Draoi's final will and right as a Descendant, delivering the letters. And without a word, he'd disappear into the Sanctuary's hallowed depths.

 

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Elsewhere, a 'Ker would kneel on the floor of a dormitory, silent as he grasped a tear-stained missive.

[greygre 259]

An Adunian scholar would shed a tear upon hearing of the death of his old friend,  "Fhois dhut, roh seann elkor...  and may you find peace, wherever you are now."  The scholar would fold the letter away, before continuing the exploration work that he and Kallian had begun so long ago. 

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[Valannor 6405]

Looming o'er the grave of he whom she had slain, a Lady in Silver would fold her hands behind her back, frowning at the brimstone-laden coffin as it was lowered into the ground within the walls of the fortress she yet called home. Remorse crept at the edges of a guilty conscience, but the crackle of silver lightning and exaltation of Order kept such mortal frailty well enough in check. A single tear, laden in starmoon, fell to the grass which coiled about her feet - 'fore she turned, stalking off from that which she had wrought. 

[PrinceJose270 1211]

Reserved

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

Reserved

[AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1095]

The hulking, towering lion of a man sat in a neat, well appointed laboratory, excising burnt, charred flesh under the precise cuts of his own scalpel, with his motherly figure there to help pacify the pain. "Told him not to run" Muttered the lion in the ever passive, unemotive gravel of his voice, letting out a snarl of pain as another cut was made to remove more ruined flesh. He would live, but a lesson earned in this conflict. Even a simple flame can lay low the mightiest monsters.

[The_Sleepy_Owl 12]

Sylvari would open the letter only assuming it was Kallian from the handwriting..... Only a few moments would pass before the woman fell to her knees uncontrollable tears flowed down her face yet not a sound could be heard. As she continues to read over the letter her brain would only wonder "Why him? What did you do to deserve this, its not true" she clutched the letter to her chest letting the tears fall, soon after taking a deep breath before letting out a blood curdling scream and echoes thought her home and the nearby forest.... It was official the elfess had meet her breaking point. 

[Xergarok 811]

A Beardling would receive the news through various sources. He sighed, covering his mouth as he gave the situation some thought. "Trubblesome..." he muttered.

[sciencepants2 328]

As Sionnch sat going through the daily mail the strange letter stood out, taking note of the name on the front she opened it and began to read, soon tears taking over her from the short passage. followed quickly by her famous rage,

"another lost to soon, far to soon" 

snarling in the stuffy room, setting the letter in a drawer. 

and from the stuffy room a flurry of letters were sent, though she may not take up her glaive in this hour, but hell hath no fury like an angered woman, gods bless the person who hurt her wards. 

 

Among the rage and cursing coming from the villa, a small fox darts out with a letter, headed north towards the home of Sylvari. 

[CaffeinatedCrow 259]

There was quiet in the Horisp home. The missive had been brought to Talons, and now golden armored fingers gripped the paper tight. There was a look of grief on the woman's face, and she couldn't help the shaking in her hands as she took shakey breaths. Kallian was once a dear friend of hers, and to hear of his death struck her deeper than any knife. "I pray...you have found peace...mo chara."