NLThomas 1065 Popular Post Share Posted April 20, 2022 Death of Courage "Great adversity has a beauty — it is the fire that tempers the blade." It was a long day. Orris Atmorice made his way home within the city of Fenn. Spear dragging after him over the ground. Sharp and cold like the freezing north. It has been a long time. Exhaustion plagued the elf, gaze had been tired for all those years. A demon plagued his mind, a woman, a pretender. Pretending to be kind. Yet poison is all she spoke to his ears. That which Plagues the mind Poison in the form of a false wine had been gifted to the servant of Courage all those moons ago. The nights became long, anger grew inside but mostly anxiety. Eyes searching in the dark, all set on him, Orris. It felt like around every corner someone was out to get him, making him no longer sleep. For too long it went on, and his mind was set upon one person. A Challenge Accepted "Injury and despondence set the stage for heroism... or cowardice." After what felt like ages of searching for the person that plagued his mind, a letter came in. a foul omen, a challenge he couldn’t deny. Courage ran through his veins, Malchediael’s light guided his mind. And it guided him to the tavern. The challenge was accepted and a fight commenced. Yet he was outnumbered, his magic did not help yet he fought with all he could. Until he was unconscious and he was dragged off. Not the End, yet. “In time, you will know the tragic extent of my failings…” Far below the earth, through dark tunnels and around corners the body was dragged. The first thing he asked upon awakening. “Why am I not dead yet?”. It was there he spoke with his captor, and where his final words were written down. Deep down he assumed it didn’t matter, that the letter wouldn’t be sent out and that it all was a lie. Yet it was the last thing that he could indirectly say to his wife. So, words poured out, the final letter and a final request, to have his ring handed over to her. Doom "And now the true test... hold fast, or expire?" Saw meets flesh, cutting meat and bone, separating limb from torso. Ear piercing screams echo through the chambers. The torture felt like forever in his mind yet was only mere minutes in truth. Both of his arms were removed, carried out of the chambers after. It was there he stared towards it, his doom. An invincible force lifted him up like a doll, playing with the proud Templar in his barely conscious state. The Final Act of Courage “Look how weak you are, how you failed your God.” The demonic voice spits out, the smile hearable in its voice. “Courage… I have nothing but been courageous.” He mumbles over before a flash of light emits from his body. The blinding light of Malchediael shining through him one last time, a spit in the face of that demonic power. A smile on Orris face with that final act, even with all the pain. Proud till the end as his body was torn apart, separated from his soul and dragged into the deepest pits of hell. Evil unleashed upon the world by his failures. The end of a warrior of Courage, the start of something evil. Spoiler Sad it had to end so soon but can't win all of em. Big thank you to everyone who I rped with on this character and who made it a memorable death. Got to put up a big middle finger so that was fun. 30 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6345 Share Posted April 20, 2022 The Herald of the Shore would dip its cloaked head as death ebbed and flowed throughout the realm - the crimson blood falling through it's form to the ground below, though afflicting it with dread all the same. "The Cycle must continue on; mortal hands, to usher forth red dawn. Many pass and many more shall fall; let Us be the hand, to guide them all..." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Goon 1434 Share Posted April 20, 2022 A hellish abomination’s lungs idly rasps from a dual set of parted maws, overlooking the Silver City through abyssal black beads. Perhaps it searched for something, or someone— but it did not stir much, four arms tucked beneath its loose-fitted garbs. "A̴l̷l̵ ̵t̶h̸a̵t̷ ̷c̸a̶n̷n̶o̷t̸ ̸b̷e̴ ̷s̵h̴o̶w̶n̷ ̶s̵t̷r̸e̸n̸g̷t̴h̷ ̴w̵i̷l̶l̴ ̷b̷e̵ ̴m̷a̵d̶e̵ ̷t̷o̸ ̴t̸h̴e̸ ̸a̶s̸h̷ ̵t̴h̸a̸t̵ ̸c̷o̶a̶t̴ ̷t̸h̵e̸ ̷w̶o̶u̵n̷d̶s̴ ̶o̴f̴ ̴t̵h̵e̵ ̴w̵a̷r̴r̷i̴o̶r̶s̶.̷” 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Media Wizard 2954 Share Posted April 20, 2022 The Prince stands atop the Tower of Courage and looks out across Fi'andria as the red rain falls. His cloak is drawn close and his brows are knitted together. Fear was uncommon to him in these days, but something dark had occurred — something that he could not yet comprehend. As he watched on in dismay, he felt his heart grow heavy and hard... ... where were his Templars? Spoiler 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Callum 927 Share Posted April 20, 2022 "As Loyal a man as any" The 'Fenn would comment as news reaches him, he pours a glass of aged wine and gives the man a silent toast "Enjoy eternal slumber, llir" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
latte 1312 Share Posted April 20, 2022 A lari once named April Vallei'onn wandered endlessly, wondering where her first kin had went. She wallows in her path, never knowing her brother's true death. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Harbinger 336 Share Posted June 28, 2022 A dwarf wandered high and low, searching. He crossed off another town on his map. He sighed. No wonder the Templars stayed hard to find. They always were dying heroic deaths. He consulted his list. That left only Elvenesse and the Iron'Uzg. He sighed and set off, offering a brief prayer to The Brath, and then to Machadiel. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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