MikoMonster 1393 Popular Post Share Posted June 21, 2022 CONFESSIONS OF A DECEIVER “Be careful in trusting me, Edmond. I’m not an honest woman.” - Eleanore Morovar The life Eleanore had lived was a mirage, to put it simply. A masterpiece of interwoven mistruths forming the most fragile of facades. It had never been her intention to become a husk of herself, and yet as the years passed living in constant fear, that tongue of hers spilled lies and false promises as easily as water from a pitcher. It was that perfect duality that she survived on; that set of rules that she lived by. Never say anything that could get you in trouble, don’t give anyone a reason to suspect you, stay away from clergymen, never remove your gloves; trust only your closest kin. They worked… for a while, at least. But two lives lived by the same woman can only remain separate for so long. “You were the biggest mistake I ever made. You are a disappointment.” - Anne Caroline Eleanore had burned villages, churches, and fought against the descendants as the Arch-Drakaar’s loyal servant. It was all for Ruin, that mission of rebuilding, of restoring what had been sullied by centuries of sin and cowardice. And for what? Perhaps it had been her parents that led her to this life of duty and flame. Her estrangement from her mother and the rest of her blood whilst her father cherished her actions. Her mentor and role model worshiped the Titan, so why not she? Her mother deserved none of her affection. “Disappointment.” That word panged in the back of her mind throughout her life, one uttered by her mother that she could never quite forget. It analyzed her every action, pushed her to further and greater and desperate lengths. Made her cold-hearted, self-reliant. “You are my utmost pride, more than even my eldest heir.” - Simon Casimir Pruvia But the guilt piled up in time - it was bound to. The lies she had told, the secrets she had kept, the lives she had taken; the scorched bodies that still lay undiscovered beneath the earth. It all lingered in a dark, unreachable corner of her mind. Denial may have been the only way she staved off insanity for so long. Old age had treated the woman well, at least. She was no longer being hunted, and settled into a life of motherhood and wanderlust. But the damage had already been done in her youth, and she walked a thin line between carelessness and senility. By the time she was sixty, voices panged in her head constantly. Perhaps they were the words of those she had killed. The lives she had taken never left her, finally driving her to the brink of insanity. “I would not lie to you, Otto.” - Eleanore Morovar One cold northern evening, reeking of ash and smoke as she often did, Eleanore made her way silently to the Haense graveyard. She wound her way back through the headstones to that grave, its surface engraved with the name Michael. In one gloved hand she gripped a dagger, in the other a crumpled note. She lowered herself to an aching kneel beside that tended grave, remembering the fight that had once taken place in that graveyard - of the three souls long forgotten beneath the soil. “In the end, we all return to ash.” The woman made such a quiet utterance as she pulled off those weathered gloves and rolled up her sleeves, revealing wrists and arms lined with branded tattoos which had been hidden for decades. With a deep breath and the briefest of hesitations, she raised that dagger to rest over her heart. And then she plunged it deep into her own chest. Blood spattered the parchment in her hand as her form slumped against the gravestone. In the end, it was only Eleanore, and those secrets she refused to take to her grave. The Note Now that I am gone, you will know my sins. My soul may not be saved, but these truths deserve to be known. I. I am a follower of the Arch-Drakaar. I always have been. Know that if the church and people who thought themselves heroes had not hunted me- no one would have died. This did not have to happen. II. Beneath the body of the man whose headstone is labeled “Michael” are three corpses. The larger one belongs to a clergyman, a bishop who went missing decades ago. The smaller two belong to two young girls. I do not recall their names. One was a Kortrevich, and the other a Ruthern. III. There are undead in your midst. Many of those I have killed walk still today. Perhaps I am sinful, but none of you are pure. IV. I do not regret what I have done. To Otto, Spoiler You were the best husband I could have asked for. Perhaps I was not the best wife, but despite my flaws we made an excellent team. I believe you saved me, and I’d like to think I helped you as well. Your support and protection never went unnoticed. Please look after the children for me - I think we did well by them, as we promised to. It was a blessing to be by your side. I could never quite bring myself to give my soul to a dragon, but I will be beside you regardless of what you choose. Forgive me for what I have done, though you knew it all already. To my children: Leopold, Barbara, Markus, Petyr, and Josef, Spoiler I am sorry to be leaving you this way. I know that this will be a shock to most of you, and you may never remember me the same. Know that I loved you regardless, and I tried my best to raise you right. You will all make our family proud. To Nikoleta, Spoiler You were my sister when my own family fell apart, and I miss the young girl who I once knew. You and I are so alike, Niko. We’ve been through so much. I’m sorry I was not a better teacher, but I will miss you deeply. Please teach Leopold about his ability… or his curse, the same that I believe you bear. To my father, Spoiler I could never forgive your decision to give everything up and surrender your body to a dragon, but I do understand. I know it is not you reading this letter anymore, but your belief in me as a parent is something I never forgot. I am sorry to leave without saying goodbye. To my brothers in flame, Spoiler Continue to fight for humanity. I wish I had done more to promote the truth and to educate the masses, but there is still time. Right the wrongs we have committed upon humanity and remember our original purpose. We used to serve Horen. 34 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qizu 3867 Share Posted June 21, 2022 As the blade pierced the heart of the Woman, somewhere a Nephilim would slump down to a knee grasping at his chest. Had be been wounded? He looked around, had he been shot? There would be no wound but that of sorrow that collected within his flaming body. His lips fell open in shock, “N- No.” 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DahStalker 2837 Share Posted June 21, 2022 Lhoris smiled upon hearing of the death, though with heavy remorse and sorrow. "She was a beloved woman and had just a spirited character." The elfess recalled, thumb moving across the brim of her chalice cup. "I hope her children are akin to her so she might live on." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
LatzMomo 2088 Share Posted June 21, 2022 Alexandros frowned, reading the letter. "She lied to me." He said to himself. "Also, she really didn't have to say anything about that gravestone.." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
zuziee 3205 Share Posted June 21, 2022 Nikoleta cackled loudly at her crazed dinner table as yet another seat was filled to complete her collection. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fionn__TWG 2605 Share Posted June 21, 2022 as the Vicar of God spent his time writing away within his office, the sound of pen upon paper was cut short by an acolyte barging into the room, informing him of the truth of the once Baroness. Whilst he simply nodded towards the boy before he closed the door once more, Tylos turned to gaze through a window and towards the seat of Ghaestenwald, barely keeping up with the thoughts in his mind, before scrapping the letter he was drafting and beginning a completely new one. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lickspittle 694 Share Posted June 21, 2022 Markus Morovar dropped to his knees- was he able to withstand yet another tragedy in his life? Was he strong enough? Those, however, weren't the questions asked in Markus' head- the only resounding thought was why. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ReveredOwl 5297 Share Posted June 21, 2022 Ser Walton prepares an inquisition to discover whoever else hides amongst the populace. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
valecu 2017 Share Posted June 21, 2022 Philip embraces her younger sister as she ascends to the Seven Skies. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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