Traveller 2029 Popular Post Share Posted April 18, 2023 [This post is about an IRP event, if you were not there you don’t know about it!] Spoiler Maybe it's a gift that I couldn't recognize Maybe I don't really need to feel satisfied Maybe it's a gift that I spent all this time Just trying to feel alive How can I explain?Can you imagine it?Trying my bestTrying to find happinessIf I belongIf I had a home anywhereIt's in your heartbeatLet me be there A lot of things were to be said about Otton. A lonely individual, a misguided individual, a gullible individual. A pushover. Despite being one of undeath and immortality, there was still an ever so slight resemblance of his previous life within his bones toward his own kin. He was doing just that, aiming to assist his kin and an attempt at repairing mistakes, reconciliation. A quick meander happened upon that keep and he would greet the man outside. A quick exchange of words was to be had, before he was quickly ushered and led inside of those isolated walls. A cold feeling overcame Otton as he approached the project that was to be worked on, just a few days prior he had done the very same thing, his guard down from familiarity and comfort that his apology had been accepted in his mind. Misguided once more, nothing unusual for the immortal, yet this time truly fatal. An uncountable number of assailants, ones he had seen before and yet denied their deal. But this wasn’t about their rejected deal. It was about his actions. He had been found out, and no matter how innocent he truly was, guilty was all that awaited him. His pleas had run out, no more were to be accepted, and this plea to be his last. The impossible was being committed, an act so heinous he had only ever seen it once before himself, the event that had led up to the present. His power fell, a draining not felt before as genus was stripped from his marrows. Gift soon depleting, and nothing left of the Prince of Comoară, nothing left of the Hierarch of Illia’s Blood and nothing left of Otton Jazloviecki. He was truly slain. “You have become what you hate, what you feared has overtaken you. Your daughter unable to be brought back, and all was not by mine hands. Not even a smell is present upon my marrows and yet the most heinous crime against our kin to be committed. Revel in it, writhe in it. Your fate awaits you, eternal shunning and a life of being prey, not the hunter.” Spoiler hello, and thank you. i'd be lying if i said i wasn't slightly upset. otton was a insanely ******* fun character to play and i appreciate every single one of you who has roleplayed with him at some point, whether that was just once or many times on the regular, i am insanely thankful to each and every one of you, even those who PKed me (seriously, love u guys), ofc i wont mention any names for meta reasons but all you guys close to otton know who you are. i hope great rp spirals from his death for many months to come and i'm interested to see where the siliti community goes next due to these circumstances, but i am insanely grateful i got to enjoy this amazing lorepiece, even for if it was not as long as i wanted to enjoy it for, but even so in such, what seemed like a short time, i did an incredible number of things and achieved many feats with him which i hadn't even come close to on the server before. so thanks @The King Of The Moonand @Zarsiesfor writing it and still being so involved <3 you guys are partially the reason why i have fell in love with lotc despite all it's flaws. @Olox_tysm alex for giving me the chance to play otton/a jazloviecki all the way back in savoy in the first place, you deserve to be mentioned here too for kicking his character off. don't worry, i'll be back eventually. love you all. traveller 43 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The King Of The Moon 4958 Share Posted April 18, 2023 The Once-Hierarch, Once-Prince who had come before finally finished scratching with his quill. The Black Books were complete, and in return his Lord had promised him peace. His successor had been named, and finally he was ready to die. He had only to pass on the torch... How little he knew. 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Myochii 646 Share Posted April 18, 2023 The newly widowed woman nestled deep within her frigid chambers, a sinking dread gnawing at her. The feeling of lost opportunity seeped into her mind like a poison, as though a prize was snatched from her grasp. Her thoughts raced and spiraled into insanity; pointed talons tearing at her own hair in a fit of hysteria, as though trying to tear out the very source of her torment. 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ibiou 1453 Share Posted April 18, 2023 It had been a while since she had seen him, Otton. She had spent in her room dwindling away, unreachable like a hermit in its cave, Comoară's eternal prisoner. A specific painting loomed on one side of the wall above a piano she kept, one of yore. Haunted did it hang; a reminder. There was no rest for the damned, and too often would she have to cross out another face on the portrait. Her former life once more continued to fade before her very eyes, even the ones she thought would be forever looming over her it seemed. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ImDrippedJr 168 Share Posted April 18, 2023 Spoiler Eventhough I havent had the pleasure to rp as a Silit for long with you I loved every single rp moment we had. Loved to be your student, loved everything you taught me and I have never been so grateful for a minemen character as Otton. Thanks for everything, @Traveller 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Sug 2546 Share Posted April 19, 2023 Somewhere, within the halls of a rustic castle, a follower of Otton swept the floors with a hay-fashioned broom. A solemn tune rang through the halls as he dwelled all alone within his own thoughts. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Olox_ 3248 Share Posted April 19, 2023 A certain Margrave stood on a balcony as he was looking at the night sky. His ability to feel sadness was gone, yet something inside of him was boiling. His empty gaze focused on the trees that swayed in the night wind. He was faced with one certain fact - he was the last one. His father gone, his uncles August and Jindrich gone, his once beloved brothers gone. The creature of the night remembered all those good times with them as well as the bad times. He remembered the joy of his elder brother's return, the joy of his wedding and sour taste of loss when he and his family were kicked out of their home. In the face of his Otton's death he thought of why did he become what he is right now - the answer was simple for him, though for many it was a stupid reason - he wanted to protect his family. He could not cry but uttered a few words in the middle of his complicated thinking process "You will be missed, bracie." He shut his eyes and as he walked back into the dark interior he knew. He was now the last one, the last of Borys' sons... Spoiler Life of Otton was a splendid time that allowed us to strengthen our friendship Rob. I am very happy you did take the character when it was offered to you in the last weeks of Savoy and you constantly played him until you died. Many good memories, yet the road does not end here - plenty more awaits us on the new map 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
lemonke 1873 Share Posted April 19, 2023 A Elder who had been planning many things with the prince awaited for his return. She was ready to create a home, to give purpose unto the lonely prince and her family; together standing against those of stagnation. Alas, her plans were changed. No planned how many times she would contact the prince, she could not yet feel his presence. How could a immortal being disappear in such manner? Did he die? Impossible. Only a new purpose in mind grew. To find the prince and seek answers through remaining in the illusion of her own self-lie. Spoiler My pain is never-ending 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MadOne 3063 Share Posted April 19, 2023 Brandt Barclay looks upon his new shiny dagger, 'Stonce', unaware of the whereabouts of the previous owner, after his had had been bashed by the men of Minitz. "I wonder if that ginger bloke truly died." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheBigBubbles 604 Share Posted April 28, 2023 A gruesome ritual was conducted to bring back her kin, unholy sanguine rites that by any means would have brought him back from any fate but the one he suffered. The gravest of sins cannibalism. To drink another of your ilk dry until their very soul is consumed, it was an act no immortal could stomach, at least not the civilized kind. Hesperia recoiled with the realization. This was an act of war. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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