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Going Quietly Into That Goodnight


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To think  of any other end for a woman such as she would be a product of great niavety,

 

Some could say she was doomed from the beginning, a product of two parents that took one look at her and decided that she was not fit for the life ahead of her. Even then, she did not give up, through the neglect and through the pain, she searched for what was right. Plagued with near constant guilt a simple trick of the eye lead her to her first home, Elvenesse, not a  place for orcs.  Though, a child such as herself would have little concept of the pain this was to bring. She was met with warmth, a sense of support and love, something she could not give up.

 

Her first mother, perhaps a little inexperienced, but caring nonetheless, but nothing was set to last, she too would be ripped away from her, expelled from the place she called home on the basis of her race.

 

Finding sanctuary in the mother grove, she would then meet her second adoptive mother, a goblin, a plant. At this point she was still attempting to juggle her identities, unsure of where she belonged. Often she would visit Krugmar, in hopes that she would somehow fit in, somehow be accepted, but each visit drove her further away, into  the arms of the druids. Her youth was wrought with religious conflict and an unstable sense of identity. Though, as she aged she developed a concrete sense of morals, perhaps to her own detriment.  The woman was determined to do right by the word, but was the world really worth such efforts?

 

At the young age of sixteen her mother died, leaving young Urza saddled with the responsibility of the household and their numerous, near infinite stock of ferrets. At this point Urza had taken to traveling between both Elvenesse and the Mother Grove, often seeing many patients near-daily. Her reputation proceeded her "One of the good ones". She had not yet realized that her reputation teetered a very fine line. To be useful was to survive, bar that and she would soon meet a grim reality. After the death of her mother, she launched herself even further into her work and into dedicancy, gaining proficiency at a staggering level. Soon she would become a surgeon in her own right, lecturing local elves on their own stupidity, and acting as a rare dose of sanity.

 

Eventually she would long for a family, she would soon be accepted in to house Hawksong, a long line of musical elves, proficient in equestrian arts. Naturally, this was quite a staggering thing, to have an orc in an elven house, but so it was. This cemented her place in elven society, and though she was never truly treated equally, she was content, she had succeeded, found her place. This happiness would be cut short when she made the decision to have her first child, the harsh reality became clear, he would not be embraced as she was, he was not willing to be perfect, he was crushed under the weight of a society that expected twice the excellence just to be treated as less than, rather than discarded, or mounted on a pike. This rift in her perception of her kin, and the reality of their mistreatment would plant seeds of doubt  in the young orcess' mind.

 

Urza would go on to have two more children, dedicating her every waking thought to keeping them safe and sane whilst juggling the inherently oppressive nature of her home. She would fail. Not only would her firstborn be ripped away from her, so too would her young daughter, kidnapped  by the same uruk that slew her son, and kept from her, told that her mother had abandoned her. Losing  her children broke Urza, she would become a recluse, wandering the forests for some sense of meaning, barely speaking a word. Attempts were made to reintegrate but the seeds of hatred and vitriol had prospered in her time away. Given such a time to ponder her treatment, she would no longer see those she helped as kin, instead viewing her life through a crimson tinge. The woman, determined to remain steadfast in her morals removed herself from her past, leaving for another nation, giving up her dedicancy, throwing herself once more into her work. Though this would not bring her satisfaction.

 

Urza would soon learn of her missing daughter, upon hearing the grueling truth of her life and the lies she had been told, she would be thrown into a fit of rage, destroying her own home in the process,

 

"Da Ragukz took mi in, dey told mi lat... lat  abandoned mi"

"Mi nevah woul' abandon lat."

"Nevah"

"Ag zhoul' nevah 'ave let youh goh bahk, ahm zo zorreh, ah wanted tah give youh ah choice, choice ah nevah 'ad"

 

something within the woman would be revitalized, once again fueled by a dedication to her loved ones, and a hunger  to right the world's wrongs once more. This however would not fix the hurt, it would not fix the fact that she had nowhere to go, no family she could call her own, no shoulder to cry on. Of course she had the Hawksongs, but they would never understand the weight of a lifetime of lies, of a worldview turned upside down.

 

It is not known what happened to Urza, perhaps she has found a home among the forests, perhaps she simply succumbed to the elements. One thing however is sure, she, as many have before did not go out in a blaze of glory, she did not die protecting those she loved. No, instead, she went quietly into that goodnight, never to be seen again, never to be heard again, and most tragically of all, with no one to tell her story. Perhaps she would die forgotten, but perhaps she would not wish to be remembered. Perhaps in death, her wish for a better world could live on in her descendants, or perhaps she would die in vain, never to leave a mark.

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Please do not metagame any of this information, this is a post to round off a long standing character, and for the satisfaction of those who knew and loved her. In RP responses are welcome if her absence would be noticed by those characters but please refrain from memeing under this post. Thanks.

 

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Doctor Kuku ‘da Red Menace’ Raguk, formerly Merku Hawksong, daughter of Urza Hawksong, walks through the Iron City of Krugmar with a young orcish boy by her side. Her adopted son, a green hued boy; a stark contrast to the crimson skin of his mother, holds her large hand tightly as they make way to their home.

 

Kuku hasn’t been herself lately. The trauma of believing her own mother abandoned her for her early life had caused her to lash out so harshly at her adoptive mother they no longer spoke. But, this did bring the woman to think of her real mother. They hadn’t spoken in a while, she should send her a letter, Kuku thought.

She wouldn’t know, as she was hurriedly getting her child comfortable so she may start her letter, that it would never reach its intended recipient. If after months of no reply, Kuku would simply fall into a despair like no other at the thought even her own mother no longer wanted her.

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The elfess was in elvendom, sitting by a tree as she practiced communion. After a while she stopped her eyes going back to normal, she glanced back at the now old hawksong manor and a question ran in her mind 'where has urza been?' Nemea called up her reliable bird Nix, scribbling a note telling the bird to find Urza. She sat there for hours, and no sign of her bird's return she got concerned not only for Nix but for Urza as she began running her options most likely to head out and look for the both of them. 

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