[PK] The Befallen Stag

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The Befallen Stag

 

As was once said, all good stories must come to an end. No matter how long, how short… How glorious, or how bittersweet. For all… human, elf, or dwed, it ends one way or another. For most in a land like this, they fall with a fight, an ‘ame known by many soon forced to follow a path behind his namesake. For after all, fate is a curse, and it truly binds all, like a cold, biting embrace.

 

 

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Standing out before the Vale, that ‘ame wore a grimace upon his countenance, eyes piercing and cold, glares shot across towards the creature within his sights. Before him, The Barrowlord of sickening design stood, continuing to approach him. That thing aging further with each tantalizing step. The elf’s thoughts were scrambled - Overwhelming exhaustion plaguing every ounce of his being, the man feeling as if he was to succumb to its call at any moment.

 

“You are not to… step foot upon these grounds.”

 

A hush was all that was able to be produced, the elf’s spear sent down before him, a weak clasp sent upon its form. Soon after, a thrust was attempted once the Lord was in range - Though it was futile, even the most desperate attempts ending in a sluggish failure. He was being made a fool of, this no way for a warrior of his blood to pass, that Lord soon speaking out in its cacophonous tones.

 

“Make this easy on yourself…”

 

Taking advantage of his weakened attack, they pulled the end of the shaft towards them, releasing the weapon from his grip. In a moment of weakness, that ‘ame would tumble to the floor upon his knees, collapsing flat upon the soggy soil. His head turned along the grass and stones, conscious waning with each moment, that groveling elf’s fleeting energy escaping with each breath.

 

“Abelas Caerme’onn… We honor you.”

 

Just above the Chieftain's head, his own spear was lifted into the air, the steel shining within the breaking sunlight, it pointed downwards upon the center of his chest like an arrow drawn before a target… There was no hope, for all had been lost. There was hardly any fight, only a beast satiating its lust for blood, and carnage. Though, even the most reviled of monsters have honor, for after those fated words were spoken, his own blade was sent down upon his flesh. It sundered his skin, and his heart, making its way through his body - The elf meeting hardly any suffering at the end of his fateful journey.

 

A last breath pooled from his agape jaw, the final thing heard being footsteps of a foreign individual… A cry soon exclaimed out afterwards. A savior? No… Hardly. This was it - This WAS the end. And he knew it. If there was anything in this world he was certain on, this was all there was left within his decaying consciousness. There were no visions of his beloved, or any peaceful scenery… For all he felt was fear, and regret in these last cohesive thoughts..

 

Onyx black was all that was left, nothing soon to follow. This was a man known by many titles… A father, a husband…. A brother, a friend, a son… or even a leader. And now, all that’d be left was pain and suffering.

 

For he was now nothing but a memory.

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OOC Note: This is a small summation of the RP that occurred, was an absolute blast! Thanks to @ImStuckInHellfor revising (and the rp), same as @ImCookiie for letting me nab some formatting stuff. Long journey for this character (probably over 3 years), and certainly a surprise that it ended this way, but everyone's gotta end somewhere. It was all a ton of fun, and I'm glad I could share his experiences with everyone. Love you all, hopefully it isn't too rude of a wake-up call (after all this happened late as ****).