I Wonder... [PK]

[MisterBlitzkrieg 1357]

I Wonder… [PK]
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A slow and warm breeze swept through Myrine and into the manor of house Mösu which now stood silent, no longer sounding like the violent coughing of an old and dying man on a warm and beautiful morning. Few clouds filled the sky providing shade from the blazing sun in the sky for those outside yet it was fantastic weather that one would not want to miss on that day. Soon the breeze ended up in Ragnarr’s room and later on him but he did not react. He did not react to the feeling of the breeze touching his skin nor did he react to the sound which it was making and neither the smells it brought for he could feel nothing of it. He lay still on his bed as if he did not know how to move. 

 

Ragnarr soon woke up from the sleep he had been in and found himself devoid of all senses. He was greeted by a vast blackness that he was not unfamiliar with. It felt as if he was floating through a vast and empty space while in reality, he was just laying down on his bed. The silence that surrounded him was only filled by the voices within his head. They were taunting him and telling him ideas of grandeur and divinity. “You’re a God!”, “You’re a killer of friends! A traitor! An Oathbreaker!” is what the voices told him but this time he did not listen to them for he had other thoughts to think about. 

 

“I wonder what would’ve happened if I did not leave Norland…” He thought to himself pondering over how his life might’ve played out differently if he did not leave Norland when he was still a young adult. Perhaps he would’ve settled down on his father's farmstead once he died and raised a family there instead? Maybe join the military and fight for and defend his home? Who knows and it does not matter.

 

“I wonder what would’ve happened if I never returned to Norland…” Was the next scenario he thought to himself. Perhaps he would’ve found what could only be described as legends or myths, artifacts from a bygone age? Who knows and it does not matter. 

 

There were many things he wondered about but none more than the future which scared him terribly, the only thing that had frightened him his whole life. The fear of being confronted with danger and possible death in battle was a fear he had grown used to and bested. The fear of losing a loved one in battle or even childbirth is a fear he had grown used to for he was a father of 3 healthy children. But all these fears were nothing when compared to what he felt when he thought of the future and neither did he grow used to it nor did he best it. 

 

“I wonder what will become of what I have built once I am dead…” is the thought he feared and hated the most for it had him going over countless scenarios and possible futures where he saw the decline and destruction of what he built in his entire life. The death of his kin, both biological and adopted. The name of Mösu is forgotten in the annals of history as the books and people who remember their name is destroyed. The ransacking and razing of the communities he helped build. But yet there was still some futures that brought hope and optimism to his degrading mind and soul. Futures of where his descendants take what he had built and expand upon it and or create something of their own, bringing an even brighter future for their House and maybe even a Golden Age. 

 

Time flew by and he felt the feeling of anxiety within him grow the longer he stayed in this black abyss until it finally climaxed. “Who goes there?” He thought to himself before realizing who it was that had come, the feeling of anxiety dispersing. “Ahh… I should’ve known it was you.” Death now stood before Ragnarr, ready to take him where the dead go once they have given up their last will to live and yet he did not put up a fight. The man who had brushed with death time and time again, both in battle and outside of battle now let it take him, embracing its bitter-sweet nature. 

 

Later after a long time, filled with silence and worry after not having seen Ragnarr leave his room and or having heard him, someone entered the room in which Ragnarr took his last breaths in, only to find a puddle of organs and blood alongside the clothes and jewelry which he wore.

 

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So, here we are. At the end of the road for my first character on LOTC and goddamn has it been a long and interesting one. I started playing Ragnarr in December and I enjoyed it while it lasted or up until I had to kiss ass and help manage everything for a settlement. Like the longer I played him, the more tired I got of doing so because there wasn't a lot of shit he could do so I gave him the rot (with the approval of those who made the disease ofc) and that brought some content and fun shit for me to do. Rping old mad man near the end of his life who thought he was a God is honestly quite enjoyable but yeah. Honestly, I understand why some people cry while writing their characters pk posts. That's about it. 

 

 

[alexmagus 959]

Dahlia Sigvardson Mösu enters the Mösu manor to check on her husband's health. The woman closes the door, ignoring the eerie silence as she slowly found her way up the stairs, calling out the name, "Ragnarr?" - Yet to no avail.

 

She stares into the room with a neutral expression, staring at the nigh-decomposed, disgusting aberration of a cadaver the man had left behind. She shows no disgust, yet no dismay either. She keeps the same expression as she had before. Staring down at the corpse.. Or what was left of it. Minutes pass, and she still stares.. But finally, to break the silence, footsteps. Her own. She turns and walks out, as slow as she had come up the stairs.

[MisterBlitzkrieg 1357]

20 minutes ago, X3N012 said:

Ser Edric would return to the Mösu Manor, bringing in some medical supplies for Ragnarr. Before he went up to his room, he would put a mask on, so he would not be infected. But when he entered Ragnarr's room, he saw Dahlia walking down the stairs, and asked her what was wrong, she would stay silent though, and he continued up the steps. (Ooc: Alex gave the OK) He would call out Ragnarr's name, though there was no reply, and he would then sprint to Ragnarr's room.

When he entered the room Edric saw Ragnarr's lifeless body on the ground. He would stare at the corpse for a few moments He needed mercy, and he got it. I would rather die than to be lying helpless in a bed, slowly dying. He thought sullenly. He would then exit the room, muttering "We shall meet again someday, in the Afterlife." 

 

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What body? Dude legit melted away bruh 

 

[MisterBlitzkrieg 1357]

38 minutes ago, X3N012 said:

Fixed :)

Thanks bbg ;3