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Eternities Before the End [PK]


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What met Neia when she finished the trek up over the mountain caused her to waver. To falter. She stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide. The charred armor of her Mal'onn. The ashes of him that remained within. Then her fury was directed at the enemy before them, her urge for vengence coursing through her as if it were her life's blood.

 

Even as the enemy crumbled and broke, defeated, the 'aheral slashed and stabbed at whatever part of it she could. She only stopped when she realized it had fallen on the small Arvellon Chieftess. Her body went on autopilot as she and the others gathered, trying their best to help her. As the others took over, she was numb. A blank stare at the spot where Avius' charred armor remained. 

 

It didn't register as the others trekked down the hill, Eretria in tow. Slowly, she made her way over to the charred armor. With a shaky hand, she scooped the items up, and made her way back to the Vale with the others. 

 

However, when they arrived, she stared at the bridge for a good long moment, blank stare still present. She turned her back to the bridge, making her way off into the forest. Each step felt heavy as she made her journey to where a mali'fenn man was, somewhere nestled in the depths of Almaris. Only then, did she break. She dropped to her knees, tears dribbling down and dropping onto the charred breastplate. 

 

Originally, Rosalia intended to go as well to battle the Azdrazi, having wanted to do what she could to help. But, in the end, she decided against it. Lack of martial skill and the concern of being a distraction in battle.

 

So, she waited. For hours, she waited. At the camp that Avius had been staying at. The place she'd last seen him. But he didn't return.

 

It wasn't unusual to go without seeing him for a bit of time. But... Something... Something didn't feel right.

 

It can't be.

 

The thought was brushed off. She didn't want to think about that.

 

Maybe he's at home. Yeah, he's just at home.

 

And so, home was her next destination, her heart heavy the whole way. The name on the side of the house read Avius Csarathaire. 

 

She pushed the front door open to go inside. But she was met with nothing. It was empty. Not a sign of the man anywhere. The bed... Empty.

 

Her heart dropped. A shaky breath escaped her, the worst settling in. And soon enough, her worst fears would be confirmed. 

 

He wasn't going to return. He'd fallen in the battle with the Azdrazi. The man she'd come to love so much and call her own... He wasn't coming back.

 

The water works started before she'd even gotten back home. Barely in the door, she collapsed to the floor. Her back was pressed to the door, heaving sobs escaping from her as she struggled to breathe.

 

"I know that it hurts, but you can find comfort in the fact that you know you will see her again."

 

Little did Avius know... That his words, originally meant to bring comfort for the loss of another, would now have to be the comfort for the grieving lover he'd left behind to cling to.

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'No one knows who died?'  The Lioness thought that was odd considering the battle that had just occurred. The lack of answers troubling several in the Vale that felt the disturbance. ' Are they someone barely known?'  Still she found it odd that the Druii seem to swarm around a fallen Druidess barely clinging to life. Yet even more so, what Bluejay had asked her to do. At first, she just followed given it was an unknown process to her yet as she stood there on the steps from the courtyard below to stare down at the dying Sister, her body tensed. 'No...no..NO!!! SHUT UP!!!'  Images flash within her minds eye and she then flat refused to aid. The anger was bubbling up again. The ire of being trapped struggling to release as she internally struggled to watch the process unfold. Hareven's gesture first to his axe causes her own to instinctively reply yet the duo would never exchange blows given the gift of a former cleric's words and a Keeper's presence that seem to let the logic and reasoning weep down into the Treelord's core. Even as others would command her to leave or ask too, there she stood next to this individual that managed to sooth her to some degree. Even her body wouldn't move as if there was a hidden Duty here to watch over her brethren. A Duty she refused to abandoned...

"I'm sorry, it was Avius.." The words that left Miven's mate as they stood in the clinic thereafter at first didn't register. The Bear and Lioness both just standing there stunned at Eonan's words at the unknown Druid that fell earlier in the eve. "Where." Andria would enquire. Disbelief filling her being yet it was felt prior before. There was no other and he had yet to return. "Ontop of that hill, we can g-..." The words would fade off into the background as the Bear and her mate spoke. A deep, sharp pain would pulse from the Treelord's core. Crack! ....... '...Its starting.But it can't be here...' The Lioness left without a word as flashes of crimson clouded her gaze. Her quick departure from the Vale would leave her dear friend to follow. 'Please don't! Stay away. I don't want to kill you!!!!' Andria's mind were screaming out as her once beautiful cinnamon flesh had darkened to an ashen hue. Its smooth texture turned into a bark like texture as she was unravelling. The forest itself took the full force of the Treelord's release, causing the animals to run in fear while the melodies of nature dropped into a deathly silence. "I will not leave you!!" Miven's voice cried out, but anything further would have fade away. The Lioness had lost the one that was going to save her. To free her from her eternal torment and now...nothing mattered anymore. That realization would then hit her hard as the Treelord's maw would spread wide to unleash an ear-piercing shriek that had the unbridled fury and wrath of nature itself come crashing down upon the Forest. The very flora violently lashing out as the Druidess's soul laid bare. Her dear friend could only watch in horror at seeing the state of her Sister and quickly she ran to gather her weapon. 

Upon the return of the Bear Druid would she find the Lioness standing there silently. The side of Andria's right a sickening bark like creature akin to a treant with branches and leaves sprouted in a crude manner.
"Lioness, fight me!!" Miven cried out. 'She isn't ready...she'll die...' The Treelord's thoughts whispered now yet the husk accepted the challenge upon the first attack of the Bear. And thus, the duo clashed. Blade to Blade. Spear to Axe. The two fought as wild beasts in the darkness of the night while Miven's mate and another stood by and watched in horror. The grieving creature held pause to the friend that tried to give her peace. Yet the death of Avius Csarathaire gave the Treelord no meaning anymore. 'Release me!!' 'Let me out!!' Over and over again her screams rang out but no one heard her. No one ever did. The words certainly never would come out. At the end, the Lioness's soul wanted to hug her Sister yet instead the Husk drew the axe to strike Miven repeatedly while the Bruin's spear pierces Andria's torso. 'Please don't die too..I-...I can't...' The other individual known as Raja and Eonan closed in to save the Bear. With the mace flying in to strike against Andria's head, the Treelord's husk burst into a flurry of leaves that nestled down upon the bloodied bruin. 

'Don't die Sister...please...no one can save me...my phoenix...I'm...scared..' And there she was again. In her invisible cage. The images of her death and life thereafter repeating over and over as she clawed for escape. Only this time, the phoenix wouldn't be there to wait for her return...

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Once, Feanor Sylvaeri recalled the burning questions of the youth - curious and eager in his own eyes. He had showed Avius great ruins and black spires, told him of the black-sword of Azdromoth which the younger elf chased.

He had wanted to tell Avius of the cursed answer he found, what that infernal blade truly was - and now the opportunity would never come.

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Harold felt another soul join them on his wanderings trough the eternal forest, the halfling taking a brief moment to think back on the familiar feeling it brought him in his living days before continuing on with his unending duties wondering how long it would take for them to run into the Cinder druid to give them a fist bump.

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Two young Mali'ame sat with their backs against walls of rock - Aegrothond. This is where the friendship was formed. Blissful talks of nothing and everything. He listened, and that is what she valued most. Despite eighty years of a blazing contrarian whose words and actions may have annoyed the young Bruin, Miven always found herself seeking his guidance. His friendship. 

 

"There is ne hatred in my heart for ye, sword-boy." She reminisced these last words after being told of his valiant efforts. "I knew it was ne goin' te be my blade te end 'em. That was never like Cinder te go down te his own kin." 

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Somewhere, sometime later, the golden-eyed Caerme'onn finds herself not idle before any erected memorial, but forging sword after sword in honor of the fallen Father Circle Druid. 

 

Spoiler

You *****. I'm gonna kill your dead body >:C

Beautifully written, as all of your work is. Miven will truly miss her best friend. 

 

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The woman kept watch beneath a tree. Blade in her hand. Waiting enemies that would never come. A wave of grief, so familiar, had rolled over her just hours before. Little did she know it was for the passing of a friend, a brother. One who understood and helped her through every pain she'd carried for a century.

When at last she'd hear, her head would fall but a moment. She'd take to the cliffs, the woods, the hills and plains. Pacing in a never ending vigil, sanguine eyes watchful over the world yet another had fallen to guard. How she'd spoken to him of her longing to move on. Of the need to rest. How tired she grew of the burdens she carried. His burdens similar to her own, the yearning of the seasoned warrior echoed in her own soul.

Yet, again, it was another who went ahead. His memory now, to be carried in those who he left behind. The burning sigil of a phoenix, marked forever in her mind. Not to be lost. Never to be forgotten.

Avius Csarathaire had given himself to free the world. Nenar Caerme'onn would not allow her guard to falter.

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Once, it was the ceaseless yapping of wild dogs.

Now, it was the silence that woke Eir'thall.


His eyes shot open, stirred awake by the clean cut stillness that overtook the forest he resided in. At first, he figured it was the consequence of the subtle yet dizzying nausea that woke him and crept at his gut. He hoped to let the feeling pass, but he couldn't ignore the raw deadness. More so, he couldn't ignore the encroaching anxiety, panic, hysteria that bobbed in his throat.

He scrambled to his feet, throwing himself to a near by stream to let loose a disgusting display of last night's offal. The moment of nausea passed, and yet, the sudden razor-blade realization that rendered his breaths shaken, did not. He knelt that way for a moment on his hands and knees, palms pressed into a surface of small, jagged rocks lining the stream bank. A callused hand lifted to drag aside his overgrown, filthy mane of hair — a cruel reminder of his reclusion. 

Reclusion.

Now comes the guilt, and it's a cruel, sadistic thing. It wouldn't spare Eir'thall.

The glint of a blade shone in Wildfire's hands, heavy steps dragging him from his once cherished isolation. He made haste, every fiber of blindness and devastation guiding him towards his own undoing. 

And he'd be certain it would be his undoing. 

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The tears rolled freely down Kalius’ face upon hearing of the fate of his old, old friend. Their bond had started on an odd note, the Lion ready to shred the phoenix should he treat his cousin poorly. Yet quickly their bond grew into that of brothers, in more way than one.
 

Time and time again the two jaded ‘Ame rose from the shadows to fight, and prepared to die, for their kin. Kalius envied his fallen friend in a way, knowing he finally found the peace he long sought that he himself still chased. 
 

He knelt atop a mountain, cloak draped over his head. He made no effort to stop the tears, letting them soak the ground beneath him.

 

May your memory be a blessing, old friend. You shall live on in the hearts of all those you met. We will not forget you.

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Through the thunderous roars of dragonic beasts and clashing steel Yemekar's Absolution had pursued its path, armed by many dwed and a singular elfess within the confines of its guts. Through the churning cranks of metal and twisting limbs the sight of death was viewed face on; the end of a story and beginning of a legacy. She had not known the stubborn Druid but knew from experiencing firsthand the love which was held by him for others. And so that night she would mourn the fallen elf only briefly with an ounce of pity for a now destroyed path that could never intertwine, and the onslaught of pain that would be brought to others. 

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The elfess was sitting by the water's shore like she often did her one working eye scanning the clear blue, she paused though as she felt the ever un-nerving shudder of nature. "another passes on..." she muttered to herself as she shook her head and stood up to go figure out who had passed. 

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The Valah Warrior, the Valah bard, the Valah drui. The man of bismuth and guard of the glade had witnessed...another life lost. Too much lost in a single battle against the constructs made of stone and fire. His mind flashed to the final image he had seen of the man, defiant, blade in hand, just witnessing the top of his head and his sword held high before he vanished under a swipe of steel and fire. He did not realize what had happened to the man until they had returned, until they had retreated. Gathering their wounded. One soul at a time. From Rhae, who clung to life, who had bathed in liquid metal and had a arrow the size of a spear dug deep into her. To Eretria who lips poured with blood and her breathe came out in shock. To Lillyana who flesh was burned by the metal that had been heated. His mind danced to them all. Yet he had not seen Avius, the defiant, who's will was strong with his believes and he had never seen shaken even in the end. 

Unaware of the man's final thoughts. 

Respect reached out for him. Just as when he had been defiant against the colossus foe, where he had prayed.  Prayed for the Aspects to guide his blade. Now he offered a prayer, of a different intention, a different soul. This one to help guide his weary soul to a place of rest surrounded by friends, and comfort of the kin who had passed many. For the eternal forest to be a place of comfort where the sword might finally be laid down to rest. 

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14 hours ago, mmat said:

What awaits me? He supposed he would find out soon enough.

 

One figure did await Avius, even if she never knew of him nor he knew of her. Within the forest to greet all new arrivals was the halfling Marie, Sister Lamb. Unfamiliarity was no barrier to her and she'd soon approach if none who knew him personally came first.

 

"Welcome Brother."  She'd greet the man.

 

She would assist him then however she could, however he needed.

 

Questions would be answered as well as she knew.

 

If he sought somebody or something she would direct him or show him the way herself.

 

Or if he simply wished to be left alone, that was just fine too. She would easily depart and keep any prying fae away too.

 

This was his afterlife in the forest to live, and she would aid even the unfamiliar as they wished.

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