Wildfire

[MapleSunflower 1889]

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Wildfire

Dr. Primrose Gendik posed for a portrait in which she holds a stalk of gislocinovi in her hands. c. 1880

 

Night is the time of sin. 

Thievery, Lust, Murder. 

 

Tonight’s sin?

Arson. 

 

Crackling was heard from within the wooden home on the corner of the Ivanovich-named street, followed by the crashing of capsizing rooftops and floors. Unbearable heat radiated from Ivanovich 4 as it burned to the ground. 

 

It burned for endless hours and ate away at the alcohol-doused structure. The sins of the place would die within the flames that raged, only to finally be washed away by the downpour of rain that smothered the wrath of God. 

 

Penance. 

 

By the time the city's people awoke, there was nothing but ash and rubble left of the home. It was a home known by many. Dr. Primrose Gendik’s home. Her family had long since moved out and she lived alone. It was where guests and friends came over often for a drink or a chat over tea. The family would occasionally congregate for the cake to be shared between grandmother and grandchild. 

 

It was the home that many ran to in their time of need. 

 

Sin. A house of sin stood upon those foundations, but no one would ever think such. The Dame was a good, virtuous woman was she not?

 

“I’ve known Primrose for decades! She’s not like that!” Many would say.

How she wished they would choke on their words.

 

No one knew her.

Not even her own husband.

 

 

 

“But love built, God built provinces, build calluses, break promises. 

 

‘Cause I could never hold the perfect thing and not demolish it.”

 

 

The people of Vienne began to take notice of the home. They searched through the remnants of the soot and debris, moving aside anything that someone could be trapped under. 

 

For those who had been able to enter the home before, they would have recognized the room their search had concluded in. Dr. Primrose’s laboratory was the home of many projects, mainly aiding those in need of a replacement for a missing body part. It was an art she was skilled at, and one that was done so flawlessly that one would never be able to tell the difference in the first place. 

 

It was there that the corpse was found. It lay beneath a scorched red cross banner, curled up in the fetal position. The room it had been in was usually locked, and only Primrose had the key…

 

Its body was beyond recognition. The bone was exposed in many parts and the flesh of the face was melted away by the extreme heat. Strangely, its hands were missing from the wrist. 

 

It was a gruesome sight, but there was only one person it could have been even if one couldn’t identify it. 

 

Dr. Primrose Gendik was dead.

 

 

“But if there’s nothing on the other side...

 

Why can’t I leave well enough alone and go to the light?”

 

[!] Within the mailbox, a collection of letters was found. They were distributed, particularly

one that was copied and spread throughout Almaris for the public to read.

 

 

To the public,

I am dead. None of the good you do in your life means anything when people only look at the bad things you have done. They will belittle you, taunt you, and harm you until your dying breath. 

 

I sought out the Lectors for confession after they witnessed an argument between my husband and I. I confessed everything I’ve ever done, even if it meant confessing killing my own kin because they were an active danger to the lives of others, especially their siblings. 

 

I murdered, I lied, I cheated, I stole, I blackmailed, I gave information to an enemy state for my own political gain, and I drank. I was the person who let out Bakir Ireheart when the Orenians captured him. 

 

I was given two options: to cut off my hands, give away all my things, and turn myself in to the Orenian authorities to confess what I’ve done, OR to kill myself. I’ve chosen both as my repentance, unbeknownst to the Lectors. 

 

Is this what the world has come to? Hypocrisy of duty? 

 

Who gets to decide what is for the greater good? Who gets to decide who gets punished for their actions? God is not here, so why are we punished before our judgment day?

 

The world is a museum full of meaningless exhibits and every gallery hall is bustling with idiots. You will worship what you hold dear to your heart, but nothing in this world is uncorrupt.

 

You did not know me.

-Dr. Primrose Gendik

 

[!] The other letters were delivered to their respective recipients:

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Thank you to everyone who took part in Prim's story. She was the character I applied to LOTC with and I've played her straight through. Special thanks to Mail, Saph, tadabug, ScarletFrisket, Aehkaj, Lilly, FredrickTeufel, Lazybacon, Fawny, Alamo, Jtit, At0mikal, Axeluu, Aidan, Kaladin, Ari, Neon, Itemvendor, Fumi, iFractal, Alexa, Zaka, Bubble, Nord, Irene, Buffsanta, Ichigo, Tozwad, zzmarcc, Hugh, ShadowZ, Basic, Mika, CanadaMatt, DelaneyG, exo, DiscoLiquid, Simon, Josh, Lapide, Ggooose, Harald, Anna, Islamadon, Gundam, Tentoa, FunTzu, Wagwan, Ave, Shmeep, Xoco, Ryanarl, Mamluk, Lion, Elite, masouri, MaltaMoss, megavoltar, gamergude, DrunkPapaBear, Pancho, Froschli, Kami, Kmcfc, Rattus, PaleOmnivore, Chenn, Sixbyte, sonher, Casual, the Lectors as a whole, Frank_Dog, DarkWrath, Agent, Tigergiri, milkk, Paladin, Budaq, bushwukkie, and so, so many more that I haven't mentioned here. 

Who said this was a pk post? :)

 

[tcs_tonsils_ 3666]

Thomas Komnenos knelt in front of the building that was already far gone. He didn’t care to alleviate the pain that burrowed into his knees, the splintering wood and rubble that lay splattered across the ground, smothered by ash and dust. There was nothing left. He had lost two people he held dear in the matter of a month. Yet he would not cry- for his mother never cried. He could not cry. He did not cry. Thomas simply stood, searching for something, anything… anyone.

[MailC3p 2403]

Arthur Komnenos was in his keep across Oren planning the next buildings for St. Lothar when he got the news of his house burning and more importantly his wife’s death. He quickly would leave his keep on horseback and would make his way through the countryside of Oren running as fast as he could even if it meant also running through the Rebels of Acre, once he had gotten within view of Vienne he could already see it- smoke was rising out of the city and screams and crying could be heard and once he had entered the city it would be confirmed. Primrose was dead, gone, he dropped to his knees and from beneath his helmet tears began to form as he looked back at the letter.

[RedeemedAidan 1125]

Aldrych Gendik sat himself upon his couch out west, in a land he would have never imagined himself to be in a decade ago. He looked down at the letter his mother had left him, reading over it over, and over again, nor did he cry. After some time of reading the letter, he finally managed to set it down and he set out from his home, in search of the nearest piano.

Pyotr frowned upon hearing the news, though not crying, for he had no tears left to cry as he sat upon his bed, preparing himself for his own death. The man expecting it to be soon, sooner than he would've liked.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

"Who would have thought the Doctor would be involved in so much more for personal gain? Even in death she seems to have missed the point..." there was a bitterness in the Oyashiman, a feeling of betrayal still lingered in the old man.

 

"She couldn't face justice and chose the Oyashiman path of penance - in her own way." Oijin said a prayer to himself after he received the news on Primrose. What was done was done and it was left to the Creator to judge the doctor now.

[PaleOmnivore390 77]

Richard Harver looked upon the world as he watched Primrose. He may be the opposite of smart but he wasn't stupid. There was much doubt in his mind that fire could be the death of his friend.

[Buffsanta 961]

Lord Marshal Hieran Melphestaus sits within his manors office. Once the Waystone inn, his new home wafted and swayed with the smell of nature and renovation.

A letter lies on his desk as he sits upon the chair in silence. No soldiers guard his flank, no officials swarm his mailbox. Just him, and the letter from Primrose Gendik.

"Goodbye, old friend..."

The Ker hums mournfully. Thoughts of his majesties 3rd Brigade, Lieutenant Raven, Sergeant Leslie and so many more. Soon, the old man would be the only one left.

"Never once did I doubt your ability. Not while you were my superior, nor as my officer. When you step in heaven, do let the Gabraith know I miss him."

[Fawnytheturtle 865]

Fallon, Primrose's granddaughter went to the house to see if she finally be there when she saw the mess she started to cry this was when Mr Solomon arrived and they found a body, Poor Fallon just hugs her plushie tightly as she tries to figure out her next step

 

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When Faeviel returns from her trip of sailing she let out a loud pained scream of hurt, She looked toward her daugher Melody and Aleski who were with her and fainted, they rushed to any clinic they could find and stayed there until she woke up. Medics would say Fae is suffering a heart attack again but just needed the rest, and so the two oldest children started to care for their mother.

[Junoix 2301]

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[Lord of Boars 556]

Harold wonders to himself how the doctor wrote letters without hands. Bluetooth, he thinks, "Yes, perhaps..." he wonders aloud.

 

"Bluetooth quills, this is most likely..."

 

 

[At0mikal 54]

Timothy Komnenos sat in his house within the confines of Helious he was oblivious to the grief everyone was facing as he played with his little windmill toy and his little doll his sister had given him, the only thing crossing this child's mind was why he didn't have a fire place in his house.

[Frisket 4538]

Through the dark halls of a home. Sat Nicole in bed, she read the missive as she gave a small shaky sigh. A tear shedding from her crocodile eyes.

 

"Ea only known Zhe shweet an' kind woman she was' Ea will see vy in the other side...mean friend"

 

Ember suddenly nodded at this missive with a worried look.

 

"Some secrets are best left forgotten"

[Asutto 2452]

"Good riddance. It's these Orenian Woman that have always been the downfall to our great state." Remarks the infamous Ser Trent Tricepts to anyone who would lend an ear.

[MeteorDragon 3441]

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2 hours ago, MapleSunflower said:

Who said this was a pk post? :)

 

wait a minute, I've seen this one before!

 

[DISCOLIQUID 2701]

A lone doctor eyed a paper, shrugged her shoulders in disbelief. "A fabrication. There's never just one." Ibisa continued her anatomical study of leeches.