RedResult 224 Popular Post Share Posted April 27, 2023 Death of The Traitor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJA0JSH7wgY The pain. The suffering. every nail closer to silence. I just need more time. More time to show them that I mean well. That I tried to cause peace for the people I love. For the people I care for. For those who do not know of peace or happiness. Just more time. . . Please. “The chances you had. The people you harmed. . Shameful. .Sinner. .” I did what I had to do to protect those that I loved. The people of Cartref. The friends I so cared for. They will know of the actions I have done. They will know of the name that I carry. Maor will live on in the minds of those who have been affected by my touch and actions. This I know. “You will be forgotten. . your remains will be in an unmarked grave. .Traitor!” Traitor. . I've been called that all my life. From former friends turned enemies, former leaders turned killers. A fitting name. Either for this life or the next. Though I am to be remembered as a coward or a sinner. I know what I am. In my heart and soul I know what I did for the people and nation I cared for. I will not go quietly into the night rather in the blaze of glory as all warriors wish for.. As he is held aloft the screams of the man would be heard around the square of onlookers. He saw a familiar face. Two in fact and as he recognizes them. The pain subsides. Peace through pain. Reminding me of those that were lost decades ago. Basha, I'm sorry for what you now see me as. A monster and nothing more. Arnarra, How I missed the days of healing and comradery. The care you had for those around you. May it never change. Aonghus, How we fought side by side to protect those who could not protect themselves. Rohir, a man of knowledge and wisdom. if only such was the case for who I am. I will miss the comrades I had in cartref. Aurelion, the one who led the people of hearts and minds. While the flame of hate may still show within your eyes. I know who you are. Who you were . . a man of reason and peace that wished the best for his people. Though they may hate me and are glad to see the day. I will never forget the time we shared together. Ave Cartref Mor. The flames begin to grow. As the time cuts shorter and shorter. “Death to the Sinner!” Valyris. The opportunities you have given me and the people I once shared this land to and continue to help me through my final hours. A true friend till the very end. Illarion Iberellan, Without learning from you the tactics of negotiations and fairness i would not have been able to help those i wished to save. No matter the cause I would give my life again if it meant the people were free. Nem, While I wish you well and in good health I will miss the times we worked alongside together and drank. I know I am not a perfect individual. May you have a better life than I. Nehtamo, while times prevent me from seeing you I still remember the times of training side by side for the fight to come as if it were yesterday. Thank you for always being there for me and for the people. Always in my mind, old friend. Ar-Borok’Akaal, to a friend from the days of the north I will never forget how you stood up for freedom and sought a friend in an Adunian forever in your debt. The flames begin to rise and take over the man's body and form. He simply smiles and looks up towards the sky as he continues to think though his breath grows heavier and heavier. Rinsova. I'm sorry I could never be the father you sought for. That I could not be the person who you sought wisdom and life from. Protect your sisters and carry the name with pride no matter where you go. I will always be there to watch over and guide you, my little bird. For the world is cruel and will show you no kindness. It is up to you to make such kindness for those around you. Be the guiding light the people need and show them. Prove to them that you are worth your weight in gold and honor. As the flames continue to climb he finally speaks his final words. Though his breath grows heavy and his words are weak and sparse. Though he smiles knowing his time is short. “Honor to the cloaks and daggers of the world.” 40 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheIchorDruid 1705 Share Posted April 27, 2023 Someone, somewhere, wept for the loss of the once Maor. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SimplySeo 5270 Share Posted April 27, 2023 Someone, somewhere bought another round of drinks about the local pub. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crymson 481 Share Posted April 27, 2023 Hali nodded solemnly upon hearing the news. "You reap what you sow." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
candyzeroyal 128 Share Posted April 27, 2023 Rinsova mourns the death of their father perhaps she will rise up with vengeance or perhaps she will do as her father wished and become a person of good nature and kindness to all despite how they are. no matter what they choose it will be for their father who they will forever remember. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Javert 5573 Share Posted April 27, 2023 Dominic Kvitravn, one of the first men to storm Cartref Mor during the Rebellion decades ago, hears of the death of his former foe. Despite everything, the old warrior did not feel happy that the warrior was now dead. Instead he felt...indifferent. The Chieftain of the Kvitravns heaved a sigh as he looked out at the nearby lake "Our generation is slowly running it's course. One day nobody will be left that experienced what we did first hand." Dominic reached his hand up, touching the helmet that always adorned his head. "Adunians, Norlanders, we'll be remembered for one thing. Fighting. Yet nobody is going to remember what it is that we fought for. Not truly." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pancho 2536 Share Posted April 27, 2023 Soprano Romano would mourn the loss of a friend in such a cowardly act. “Not even a true warriors death..” Elsewhere, a Norlandic Hero would raise a glass upon being informed. “The Cartref Revolt dies with him, though he was the only one to truly fight.” 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
sam33497 2793 Share Posted April 27, 2023 A wretched man with bags under his eyes stalked the forests, civilization eluding him. He did not hear the news of Fritjof Maor's death. But one day, he would. And a tinge of emotion would appear in a well of endless indifference - he would regret the last words that they shared. And he would feel, vaguely, as if he had failed. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaffeinatedCrow 162 Share Posted April 27, 2023 Spoiler Green hues would stare in silent horror at the missive, the memories going through her mind as her lips started to quiver. The rush of tears going to her eyes as she starts to crumble the missive in her armored fingers. There's a deep sadness in her, and the memory of Fritjof and her sitting by a window- wishing the safety of one another. The memories of when she first met him, the Confession, it all goes to her mind. A sob breaks through her lips, and she pulls the missive close to herself as she sobs. The sadness of the woman who had already lost a lot, now losing another. It makes her hands shake, it makes her heart ache, and her eyes flooding with tears. She soon screams, the sound deep, painful and in agony- much like the scream she had emitted for Ailsa, much like the pain she felt when she had thought she had sent Fritjof to his death. Only this time, he was really gone. The adunian of ashen hair, and scarred hands, cried out to the sky as she kneels with that missive pulled to her chest. Her tears falling to the earth as she lets the pain out."Please- Please! No....not another...please....spirits....ancestors...please.....no...."Her words go unheard, and she could only cry and hold the missive close, a deep hole in her chest as she sobs and soon bends herself down to the earth, her forehead resting there as she sobs heavily- her shoulders shaking with that deep pain of another loss. Another life, another Friend, gone. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Damnit_Delmar 1070 Share Posted April 27, 2023 A Soulless thing toils and twists within the vat of liquid. Though he would not know for years to come, a twisted grin did grow, for the Sinner had been slain. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaffeinatedCrow 162 Share Posted April 28, 2023 17 hours ago, CaffeinatedCrow said: Reveal hidden contents Green hues would stare in silent horror at the missive, the memories going through her mind as her lips started to quiver. The rush of tears going to her eyes as she starts to crumble the missive in her armored fingers. There's a deep sadness in her, and the memory of Fritjof and her sitting by a window- wishing the safety of one another. The memories of when she first met him, the Confession, it all goes to her mind. A sob breaks through her lips, and she pulls the missive close to herself as she sobs. The sadness of the woman who had already lost a lot, now losing another. It makes her hands shake, it makes her heart ache, and her eyes flooding with tears. She soon screams, the sound deep, painful and in agony- much like the scream she had emitted for Ailsa, much like the pain she felt when she had thought she had sent Fritjof to his death. Only this time, he was really gone. The adunian of ashen hair, and scarred hands, cried out to the sky as she kneels with that missive pulled to her chest. Her tears falling to the earth as she lets the pain out."Please- Please! No....not another...please....spirits....ancestors...please.....no...."Her words go unheard, and she could only cry and hold the missive close, a deep hole in her chest as she sobs and soon bends herself down to the earth, her forehead resting there as she sobs heavily- her shoulders shaking with that deep pain of another loss. Another life, another Friend, gone. The adunian, now standing upon the docks of Celia'nor where the funeral took place, seemed to give a heavy sigh. She watched the ship that held Fritjof's body drift out in a burning inferno. A cross in one hand, and a letter in another. There was still a heavy somberness, yet she soon smiled as tears finally wept when the docks had been cleared."May you finally find rest now...fy nghariad digyfyngiad..."With those last words muttered, she would slowly move off from the docks. Her heart heavy, yet her mind clear in knowing the man she had cared for was now at peace. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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