AgentofDeath13 456 Popular Post Share Posted June 1, 2022 AND HIS FLAME DIED OUT Tony Bojo stands before the Arch-Draakar, being taught of Asioth. Spoiler Tony sat alone, in the barren desert of Savoy. As a cool night’s breeze hit him, awakening him from his slumber. He raised his head and looked around seeing nothing but the stars above him and the flame before him, crackling and popping as the heat that radiated off it waned, with its sway in the wind. The fire before him, would twist and turn morphing into a figure that resembled his corporeal form and mimicked his every breath. Tony would look at it and ask: “What are you, why are you me?” “I am your ruin, your life and death” The Flame responded, Tony nodded, rising from the sandy ground and so did the mimic. They would replay his every move, so as Tony took a step forward, so did it, as he walked into the night’s horizon, his fiery shadow followed. As he walked and continued his seemingly aimless stroll, the light from the night sky would hit the sand and reveal a secret road inlaid with gold. It was too good to be true; a path that led to freedom and a better world was all he saw, but he was just too blinded by its brilliance, to see the bodies that piled at its sides. He would march down this path, with his chin aloft, a smile upon his face, as he strode through the blood of those who came before and those who got in the way. He believed that he was still a good man, despite all those who had been hurt. With every few paces, he would look to his flame for reassurance, at moments it would burn brighter, at others it would dim giving him nothing but an unwavering visage. He would gaze into its cold amber irises and see in them the people who he had grown to love. Antonius, Emilie, Kithara, Gustaf, the Mareno brothers, the little kids who he had taught and learned to care for. Each of them, taking a bit of the mimic’s flame, to ignite their own as it addressed him. “A will to continue living, a purpose to guide their life. That is what you have left them with.” Tony would look at each person as they appeared, tears streaming down his cheeks, as he reached out and hugged the Mimic. His flames returned the embrace, as they began to consume him, swallowing him whole and feeding off his life. He and his flame were now one. As he continued down the path, a smile grew at the corners of his mouth. As he arrived at the end, It was not the perfect world he had wanted. But he had left the path behind him brighter, for those who followed, the mounds of bodies lighter, the blood drained from the road. His loved ones waiting at the end; his mother and father, his brother Treble. They all stood beyond the chopping block, awaiting him with loving eyes. The young preacher looked back to those he had met along the path and finally opened his mouth to say, Brothers and sisters, Live long, live on, the world may despise what you do, but believe that you are right and set them ablaze. With your Passion, show them the true power of one’s flame Laughter and crying was all that could be heard, as he laid himself down upon the block, his head had to roll for his flame to be snuffed. His beliefs unwavering, until the bittersweet end. Spoiler OOC Note: Hughbert is epic Thank you to everyone who participated in Tony's story and helped build him as a character. Special shoutouts to Milenkhov, Irene, Hugh, The Lectors, and all of the members of the Azdrazi community, you all gave me an incredible experience and made Tony a truly unique and special character in his own right. His story was cut short, but that is simply life. His end was nigh and now he has passed on. I hope everyone who reads this has an amazing day and let this serve as a reminder to stay hydrated. 40 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Allengator 46 Share Posted June 1, 2022 A pirate Captain raises a parting glass in silence, a grin upon his features as he remembers the man he met. Not much was shared between them, yet he got to know him well enough. “…We didn’t share a drink in this world… but we shall in the next.” 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HogoBojo 3968 Share Posted June 1, 2022 Hogo Bojo II would welcome his son into the Seven Skies. "Far too soon my son, far too soon. Although, I am glad to see you again at long last." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MikoMonster 1393 Share Posted June 1, 2022 "Curse it all." An aged voice hissed through gritted teeth as she heard of the death of a kinsman she had never really known. "Gone too young, but you fly with the Titan now." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MaltaMoss 1771 Share Posted June 1, 2022 Somewhere, he was screaming in a dirtied hotel room, eyes shakily scanning the wooden ceiling of his rented place with horror. "Why do you take them? The good, the loyal. You leave snakes in the grass and butcher the Gardener, oh jainkoa. How awful can you be?"He tilted the bottle back toward his lips, drowning the consuming sorrows of another lost. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ryanark 1936 Share Posted June 1, 2022 Hannes poured out one last drink for an old buddy onto the soil, and taking one glass of whisky for himself to say goodbye to the loyal man-at-arms. "Rest well, Shield-Brother." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Sug 2555 Share Posted June 1, 2022 Somewhere, a Nephilim took the day to mourn the passing of a brother. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
marslol 671 Share Posted June 1, 2022 "I want you to have this. It's a good luck charm, and it'll keep you safe. When you're older, you can give it back to me and tell me who you became, and all the things you did." A coin is flipped in the cold Northern air, threatened only by the howling wind from the snowscape. It lands not on it's Head or it's Tail, but rather on the ribbed edge of the metal, caught in the cobble - undecided, and unwavering in its indecisiveness. An unequivocally near-impossible toss. A Cursed Child picked it up, staring at the faces of both man and woman for a moment before holding it close to her heart - eyes squeezed shut in silent prayer as the sizzle of flesh, dying coughs, and burning brick echoed in her ear. "..Ea hope vyr safe.. and doing well. Ea canniet wait to go on another adventure." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ibiou 1570 Share Posted June 2, 2022 A few days after Tony's execution and Ottilie Franziska finally had built up the courage to walk again freely in her own courtyard. She stood there for a moment, staring at the log that still lay, ichor flaked upon its surface. She did not know who he was, or what he had become, but the Castile girl knew that the blood shed on her family's grounds had it coming. For her grandfather's sake, she tried to remind herself. Yet, a part of her mourned for the loss of the Azdrazi out of her own sympathy. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jentos 6839 Share Posted June 2, 2022 "White it comes, Sometimes, soft as a cloud Sometimes, slow and groaning, Sometimes, with the song of iron, But it always comes. Our final lover, Whether great, Whether small, It sleeps with all men, The whor-e that is death." The robed thing sang to the many bells of its room, and they chimed gently so. A head lowered, and the creature counted the lost. And though it mourned, it smiled - smiled for the simple fact of the tragedy. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pancho 2499 Share Posted June 2, 2022 Antonio ‘Alto’ de Murat, son of Treble the Patriot, nephew of Tony Romano and Klaus de Murat, would sit in the northern keep as the courier told him of his guardians death. The boy would began to tear up, realizing the last of his family had been forcefully torn from this world for their belief once more. As he looked around, he saw mementos of his family, the last of their kind sitting there, painfully alive. “I’ll find Justice for you someday, for all of you.” He’d quietly look at the paintings of the fallen trio of brothers, his eyes filled with rage. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qizu 4037 Share Posted June 2, 2022 The Nephilim's chest would cave, his eyes would weep flames of sorrow as he fell to the ground. He looked upwards at the sky as he felt waves of agony consume his body - a life has been taken from him - death became one of his brood. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
satinkira 5854 Share Posted June 2, 2022 I remember.. that boy in Norland, who said he could do magic, yes? He tossed a stone into the ocean. Wonder if he really could. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
irrl 229 Share Posted June 2, 2022 Once, Tony was a student of an old Druid. An eager to learn one, at that. She knew his skills would come in use, as they sat within the gardens of Balian. "Tony, show me how to do a surgical stitch using an orange as skin." He learned in under five minutes, his hands quick. The Sister sat impressed, a smile coming upon her scarred lips. "Sister Reindeer, when will be the next lesson?" "Soon. You can save lives, Tony." That night, he did. His skills came to use. The Sister who knew Tony for his pride and understanding of her kin finally fell. The place they met took him by it's bloodied hands. A rare hatred, for her. Tony treated her kindly, and always listened to her little spouts. He protected her when she felt trapped and surrounded by people who didn't understand her kin, and didn't take the time to learn. She didn't know anything about his past or religious beliefs, anything of his magic use. The Sister just considered him a friend. By word of mouth, she learned he was dead. She couldn't help but break down into tears learning yet another one of her friends were gone; it always seemed the second she met them, they were gone. Sister Reindeer refused to speak to anyone for those few days, and trapped herself in the forest. She let herself mourn, pleading to the Aspects that he got home safe, and in his family's arms. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rattussmackus 597 Share Posted June 4, 2022 Olivia Ash searches for Tony from wherever she is, hoping to reunite with an old lover. Hoping to see another coin trick. Hoping to play another game of heads or tails. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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