The Last Goodbye [PK]

[Tigergiri 2870]

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The Last Goodbye 

 

Pride in myself was something I swore would never die Gaining respect means giving up a past life 

 

As I lie here, my strength waning, I reflect on the path I have tread and the legacy I leave behind. I have dedicated my life to their prosperity, to ensure a better future for them. There is nothing left for me to do now but to embrace the twilight of my existence. The light at the end of the tunnel   It is their time to flourish, to rise and shine in the light of their own achievements. They are capable, resilient, and I have every faith in their ability to thrive. Yet, as I surrendered the reins of responsibility, a mixture of hope and pride swells within me. I have witnessed their growth, their resilience, and their unyielding spirit. They possess the strength to overcome the challenges that lie ahead. It will be difficult at first, for change always brings uncertainty, and the unfamiliar can be daunting. 

 

But they will adapt, they will learn, and they will forge their own destinies. They must. 

 

However, I have lived far longer than I ever imagined. Old enough to witness the rebuilding of what was destroyed and to see my grandchildren. Remade into something that is a tremendous achievement compared to the horrible past we experienced. It fills my heart with pride to know that I have played a part, however small, in shaping a brighter future for those who will carry our legacy forward..

 

Leika sat her herself down, her knees weak the very idea of what was going on. She came to terms with it.. Long ago, and yet it was bittersweet. She never foresaw this, after so many years. This couldn't be the end their lives could it? To feel the very life slip through her own breath. 

 

The illusion crafted by my arrogance had protected me from the wrong that I couldn't admit

 

In the pursuit of happiness, I found moments of joy and followed people blissfully, basking in their smiles and finding my own contentment. Amongst this journey, I discovered those who became my steadfast companions. My sister Amethyst, who embraced me into her family with open arms, even though she barely knew me. Their laughter became the lightness of my existence, a true embodiment of happiness.

 

Ellathor, a remarkable man who may hold resentment towards me, but remains a great warrior. He always gave his utmost effort in every breath, a Vanari in his own right. He was my greatest confidant. 

 

Rosalyn, a recent addition to our circle, holds an intense fire within her soul. At first glance, she appears quiet, but lay next to her sword, and you'll quickly learn the error of your ways.

 

Ahmanu , you came at just the right time. You filled a hole in my heart where once was held by previous military leaders. I was so used to being betrayed Fo I was skeptical of your every move. But every time you strove far beyond my own sword. You were there to command what i could not. It was always an honor fighting with you. 

 

Floria, our fates intertwined in rocky fashion. Both ambitious when we first met, she was a young Vanari, still finding her footing. Our minds clashed from time to time, but as the days grew longer and darker, she returned to help pick up the pieces I had broken. I never truly understood why she came back, and I suppose I'll never have the chance to ask. She saw us as family, and I willingly welcomed her in, scared of being alone, terrified of being abandoned once again.

 

Valindra, one of my oldest friends, despite our different outlooks on life, we never strayed too far from each other. Even when we lived apart, I could proudly proclaim her as my oldest friend. I defended her, defended who she was, and stood silently by her side, ready to embrace her whenever she allowed it.

 

Madoc, my cherished drinking partner, our friendship began with laughter and games. Through the years, we witnessed each other grow into distinct individuals, yet our bond remained unbreakable. In times of disappointment, you were the friend who gave me hope, and I could never hate you or turn my back on you. Thank you for being there, my dear companion, throughout our shared adventures.

 

Fal’leon, oh, I always joked that he would steal my husband from me. They were much closer than I could ever be to my own 

husband. I would jest that it was all part of their druidic connection, but maybe I wasn't too far off the mark. Falleon's helpful nature extended beyond the realms of knighthood, becoming the foundation of the Vikela system. I admired his gruff yet loving demeanor, his carefree nature that seemed to envy his infectious smile. 

 

Floods of memories drown me in the abyss Ceiling fades, empty space, hanging barely from a cliff that's thousands of feet tall

 

 Ehrendil, my second love, the only love I could hold onto. Our story, tragic and poetic, akin to something a bard would create for the stage. Perhaps one day, our love will be immortalized in a play, and I often wonder what title it would bear? I still remember the playful banter we shared, the bets and games that entertained us.

"Are you dangerous?" he would ask, as I fired a dart while Valindra watched as a fair referee, blindfolded shots aimed at a hidden target. "Maybe I am, so what?" I echoed, firing the dart that cost me the game. It seemed I would not receive free tattoos as we had wagered. I would have to find a new teacher, and surprisingly, he offered, "I don't usually do this, BUT I'll show you how to create one tattoo." My voice resonated with hope, for a new teacher had been found, despite losing the game. "Really?" his gruff voice inquired, "Don't let me regret it." The vision shifted, transforming into a bird of paradise pin, then a tattoo a symbol of our smiles and a pledge of eternal love under the night sky. Pledges we never broke, devotion to one another despite the challenges we faced. Our enemies may have been vast, but they could never comprehend the depth of our love, nor know us beyond their own limited perspective. We loved deeply, and our love bore beautiful children.

 

Kaev and Larissa, our first born twins, an unheard-of occurrence within our family. They emerged from the crucible of war, perhaps explaining their divergent views and stances. If I had one last chance to see him, I would wish for him to be alive, and Larissa, a blossoming flower of growth, a remarkable young girl. May she outlive me by far, surpassing my years with her own accomplishments. “Little dandelion take care of our people, Do what I could never do.”

 

Cyprien, the next in line of our bloodline, a strong-willed boy. One day, he will break free from his shell and embody the dramatics of his father. He may not see it yet, but I do. His father resides within him more deeply than I ever could. I hope he finds someone he loves. He's everything I wished for him to be- he exceeds my expectations every day. 

 

Medea, Raell, Solus, children not of my blood, yet bound to me as if they were. They bleed for me, and I entrust them with their own futures and lives. They hold the keys to their destinies, but they will always find comfort in knowing that a De Astrea will be there to catch them if they ever fall. I love them beyond words, for they gave me a different perspective. I used to resent the concept of adoption, for one child is always left behind. Yet, this did not happen to them. They will grow into fine warriors and leaders.

 

The memories of happiness far outweigh the bad, and I treasure them deeply. They deserve to be cherished even more. I often wonder if the friends I made still think of me as I think of them?

 

And now I fall Now I fall into oblivion

 

The void of memories that plagued me, was it Oblivion? The ideals that motivated my actions were preserved in my mind during the last decisive moments of truth. Was it a fall from power or a fall from grace? I still had no idea. At the end of such a long life, you would think I knew more. But each truth I discovered didn't change only the world and its great mysteries. I was envious of my father's authority and respect, especially after seeing my friend Karl achieve it with Haense. They possessed things I did not, but by the time we were through, I had far more. I still held onto the memories that had just surfaced—bitter, sweet—a mixture of my life. It was something they could not take from me.

 

Landing back at the beginning of our prime  We'd built ourselves and our kingdom in the summer sun one brick at a time

 

I missed my mother, being in the desert, the kharasi, and the people I loved. And yet, I longed for the heat and the light on my face. But as I stepped into the stone city, everything was taken away from me. Chaos engulfed me, and I formed new friendships and found lovers. Initially, I was content with being no one, having only my family and a few questionable companions. I treasured those relationships. However, time passed, and I was given tools and bestowed with a title. At first, I despised being referred to as a princess, as I wanted my mother's title. I simply desired to be a wildflower. I recall doing my best to maintain the favor of my father and sister, willingly fulfilling any request they made. The reasons behind the drastic changes they imposed upon me remained unclear. From being a diplomat to an ambassador for the south, I received assistance and a title that I initially detested. The Ashford name, unfamiliar to me, was one my father took pride in, yet he never used it.

 

Astrea... Ashford, a title with a bloody history. Nonetheless, here I am in the city while the rest lies in ruins. Is our world truly crumbling? Is everything I dedicated my life to falling apart? There is no salvation this time. Not this time. 

 

I was labeled a wildflower, but appearances can deceive. Like delicate petals, my spirit was once whole, but the world had cruelly pruned me, leaving me to languish in a vessel of uncertainty. A mere façade of beauty, I withstood the weak sun, all the while lacking the nourishment my heart yearned for. I clung to the edges of a glass, my existence teetering between sinking and floating, lost in a tumultuous sea of emotions.

As a protector without a shield, I embraced the weight of responsibility, shielding those unable to fend for themselves. But as I built walls of obligation, the ones I cherished most were forcibly pushed away. With each bond severed, I found myself retreating, cornered by adversaries lurking on every side. Society's expectations for a perfect princess became my cage, confining my vibrant spirit and preventing me from soaring free. Oh, how I longed to bloom with authenticity, to embrace my untamed nature! I sought the gentle touch of empathy, the nurturing soil that would help me flourish.

 

Until I had someone to be my shield. 

 

Now those walls are nothing but rubble and dust

What was once silver lining of us has turned to rust

 

SA 85.

 

With fierce determination, my arm swept across the chessboard, shattering the delicate balance of the pieces. My voice echoed through the heavens as I unleashed a primal cry of defiance, challenging the very fate that had entwined me. Every step I took toward the West sealed my doom and, with it, the fate of my people.

 

Each stride became a tempest raging within my mentality, a relentless torment tearing at the fabric of my being. The weight of my decision pressed heavily upon my shoulders, threatening to crush my spirit. Should I fall alongside my beloved city or offer them a sliver of hope, a fighting chance at life? The agonizing deliberation consumed me, as I questioned whether there would be people left, whether they could endure the encroaching wars looming on our doorstep.

 

My heart writhed with the torment of remembrances and conflicting ideas. Yet, this was not the perspective of a mere puppet manipulated by external forces. No, this was different. This choice held a potency that allowed me to stand as something more. We had fought relentlessly and tried our hardest to safeguard our world, but this judgment, this sacrifice, stirred a force within me that kept me standing. In the face of despair and against overwhelming odds I marched onward, embodying the defiance of a fallen kingdom. A monarchy that disapproved of the custom of kneeling and pleading with a city that was significantly worse than their own for forgiveness. They had done nothing to warrant such treatment, yet they expected it. No outrage came from those we once thought were our friends. We were betrayed by friends, betrayed by those we had extended a helping hand to. I accepted the weight of my decision, the ultimate expression of sacrifice and the embodiment of hope, as a lone figure against the backdrop of a world in disarray.

 

A deal was struck, our hands shook, and a bottle of wine was opened. Our fate was sealed, without so much as a council.

 

 Was this where everyone turned on me? Or was it before ?

 

In those days when we’d fight our demons together If we had started over, oh, I wonder...

 

Returning to the gates, I, Leika de Astrea, was met with a scene of chaos. Guards fought guards of the same colors, engaged in a fierce skirmish. Then their accusatory gazes turned toward me, their words laced with frustration and anger. "Where were you?" one of them shouted, his voice filled with resentment. My eyes flickered to the side, my grip on my crown tightening before I abruptly cast it aside, the symbol of my authority discarded onto the cold street below.

 

But as I spoke, a revival of tenacity erupted from within me. The restrained hatred and resentment, the weight of treachery and hidden intentions that had tortured me from behind closed doors, erupted. So much time spent raising the city rather than my own kids. Was it all for this? I stopped trying to act like my sister or my father. Instead, I was engulfed by my ancestors' ferocious hatred. My golden eyes narrowed at the guard, my voice cutting through the air like a sharpened blade. "Did you truly believe I was blind to the intricate web of deceit you spun, the plots you orchestrated behind my back?!" My voice thundered, each word infused with seething anger that resonated through the air. My eyes blazed with a fiery intensity, piercing through the guard's facade of arrogance. My grip on my emotions tightened, my rage fueling my words as I continued, my voice a whip crackling with righteous indignation.

 

"But now, you shall bear witness to the repercussions of your grave underestimation of me. I Am no longer the little girl you once knew.  Let's see how you fare with this." My voice resounded with Fierce grace. My tone carried a sense of dignified authority, befitting a monarch who had been wronged. For the first time, I was no longer the warrior princess, the war-torn queen. I was the wildflower queen, Leika de Astrea. In my final moments of strife, I stepped into my role. The chaos broke my heart.

Heart breaking, If I has tears to give them it would be spilling out. Flooding the streets. 

How far had I let them all fall to come to this?
 

Would we have fallen?

 

The guard's facade of bravado faltered under the weight of my presence. His eyes widened, a glimmer of trepidation betraying his realization of the formidable force standing before him. The force he had forgotten had thwarted so many plans and coups before. This was just a droplet of my anger. "I have grown wise to the intricate schemes woven behind my back, and I shall not be swayed by the deceit that once ensnared me," I declared, my voice filled with measured resolve. Infused with an air of regal certainty, my words hung in the air like a delicate tapestry of power and perseverance. My graceful authority resonated, transcending the realm of petty revenge. My purpose lay not in obliterating my adversaries, but in showcasing my unwavering strength and resilience as a ruler. I was not my father; I was not my cousin who stood above them on the staircase, the weight of my words being calculated in his head. Behind him stood my son, my sweet son, brainwashed by his own family to turn against his mother.

 

Did I blame him? No, the answer was clear.

 

I could never blame him, I could never even let my heart and my mind battle to hurt him. If he had wished to kill me, I wouldn't have stopped him. Every regret, and yet... I could never turn my anger toward him. I watched as he turned tail and ran. Would I ever see him again? The answer was no, I would never get to hold my son, see him grow up. His sister left to be the eldest, his name erased from history.. Snatched by the very people who sought to kill me countless times. 

 Fallen into oblivion?

 

Then it was just my cousin left. Faust witnessed his own plans crumble to dust, his treacherous raid against his own people unraveled by my cunning. And yet, here I stood, one step ahead. My hands curled tightly around the draft of the western concord, rage burning in my eyes, and my voice trembled with a mix of heartbreak and fury. "How dare you! How dare you betray our own kin! You could have come to me. We could have found a way together. But no, you chose silence and darkness, plotting behind our backs, until your actions led to the slaughter of our own people! Tell me, do you feel any remorse? Do you regret the blood on your hands?" I spat each word, my voice laced with a deep anguish and a seething anger that threatened to consume me. He gave no answer, his cowardice on full display, and he fled before I could even give the order to capture him.

 

At that moment, Leika de Astrea emerged as a force to be reckoned with, fueled by a mixture of righteous indignation and sorrow. I became a beacon of defiance against the dwarves, the wood elves, and all those who dared to challenge me. My resolve, hardened by the fires of betrayal and the sacrifices of my fallen comrades, propelled me forward. No longer burdened by the weight of leadership, I embraced my role as a warrior, a strategist, and a symbol of resistance, vowing to bring justice to those who had caused so much pain.

 

Yet, such a memories only brings me anguish only brings me the option could it all have been changed?

 

How fragile of me to break so easily Fear took the lead, now I'm still falling

 

Falling deeper, faster, I find myself weighed down by the burden of choices. My world is torn by war, and yet I wear a mask, a smile on my face that only my husband sees through. He knows the cracks in my facade, the torment that keeps me awake at night. I see the toll it takes on him too, trying to shield me from the weight of it all. The pain, the screams, the never-ending paperwork—if my hands were real, perhaps they would feel the same pain I do.So many lives were lost in the service of our country . Gratitude fills my heart for those who remain steadfast, while regret lingers for the bridges that have burned. So many people I will never see again. 

Fallling 

 

I yearn for Astrid, her blade gleaming with determination, and her unwavering support that bolstered me in the darkest of times. I wish I could have done more, offered solace and strength in her moments of need. Her absence leaves a void in my heart that echoes with lost battles and unfinished conversations.

 

I miss seeing Roy's smiling face, his eyes alight with mischief, always trailing behind the woman and princesses. His unwavering loyalty and playful banter brought a lightness to our heavy burdens. 

 

I shall miss seeing Mikas Face, Riding along on his chicken.. simply observing  Lord knows that man has seen it all. 

 

Nikko and Luca, my brothers by blood and bond, with whom I shared countless childhood memories. We laughed, we fought, we dreamed together. The distance between us now weighs heavily on my soul, and I long for the simplicity of those carefree days.

 

Roylan, whose warmth enveloped me in his embraces, his words a balm for my weary spirit. The void left by his absence feels unbearable at times. I ache for his presence, for the comfort and understanding he offered without judgment.

 

Plume, the young child known as the heart of the city, whose green thumb nurtured the plants that adorned our once vibrant streets. Now, as the world crumbles, I worry for the fate of those beloved flowers. Who will tend to them with the same tenderness and care?

 

Verrona, whose motherly presence brought comfort and direction during difficult times. In the middle of the confusion, her wisdom and compassion stood out like beacons. She instilled strength in me, and I long for her kind words. A second mother when my own has abandoned me.

 

Theo, my half-brother with whom I shared blood and who I cherished company. I miss the connection we shared, his laughter, My little brother. Where have you gone? Will you even care that i am gone, you have no one left. No one that knows your name. 

 

Frisket, whose fascinating demeanor and ever-winding wisdom offered clarity to even the most complicated of situations. I yearn for their advice and their enigmatic puzzles, which frequently held the solution to our victories. Your highly developed hyspian culture, Would you be alive today if I had pleaded with you more to stay at the wedding?

 

Our Sorvian Monty the friends that stood by my side through my trials and difficulties.  I am terribly saddened by their absence as I consider the significance of their sacrifice.

 What should I do with their unclaimed books, tales, and wisdom now? When he learns that yet another colleague has perished, lost in the never-ending flow of battle, who will be there to console him?

 

Absolon, whose talents and charisma commanded admiration from the people. His legacy still reverberates, his name whispered with reverence and respect. I mourn the loss of his light, extinguished too soon.

 

Flour and his bakeries, their delicious creations that brought joy to our civilization. 

 

Ereine, with her infectious smile that could light up the darkest of days. I yearn for her laughter, the way it lifted our spirits and kindled hope within our hearts. Her absence is a void that cannot be filled, the sky lost a star that day. 

 

Aylin and Esmond, the true heroes, whose wisdom surpassed measure. They were taken from us too soon, fighting for the very ideals I shattered. Their loss weighs heavily upon my soul, reminding me of the consequences of my actions. I often wonder what would Aylin have done?  A question I often asked myself in times of need. 
 

Falling into oblivion

Into oblivion

 

But it wasn't all bad. Not at all. And as I approach the end of my journey, I can leave behind a legacy of both triumph and lessons learned. It's time for me to find my final rest, to embrace the peace that has eluded me for so long. May my enemies learn the consequences of their actions and may those who come after me forge their own paths. I shall miss the people who I called home. 

 

 

 

 

 

[!] With her aged body, the former monarch closed her eyes one last time. She held onto hope, finding solace in the idea of finally being at peace. These were the last wishes of a dying woman, her farewell to the world and her hopes and aspirations for the future.

Goodnight,  Leika Juno De ishe Astrea  , Little Butterfly, Lady Dangerous, Warrior Queen ,Queen Leika De Astrea 

Wildflower of Elysium, Lady Paramount, Mother of the Realm, Countess of uhrie, Princess of abhrami. 

 

Spoiler

I don't have access to all my favorite screenshots and quotes from leika. So Im going to put it in text feel free to spolier yours if you want. 

‘"a tree stands tall by it itself but it takes a forest to give a habitat to the animals” 
I am not scared of idle chatter from those I do not respect.
"but we all must learn the hard way- cause the easy way leads to the downfall of kings” 

“I may be your wife, but I'm not your keeper. You are like the winds that blow past my horizon, and I'm simply the wind that follows within your horizon. “

" One day Ixili will show you the truth. and  I hope you regret your choices."

 

 

Oh my goodness. Oh gosh. Close to 4k words, I spent two hours writing this to this song. initially a Shit post, then more as the week went on I quickly realized that no This is where Leika would ultimately fall.  Vikela / elysium was a whirlwind! I seriously hope you give all your nation leaders and settlement leaders a pat on the back and a hug. You feel the effects of it, especially if you saw what I did. I learned so much from playing this character for more than a year and a half (now five months) and met some amazing individuals in the process. I persisted in moving forward despite everything. Leika wasn't my favorite character, but I have to confess that she was close.

Playing her was difficult at times, as I had to step out of my comfort zone during my own personal struggles and the challenges of playing. It was an eye-opening experience, and as I began to see hope emerge from the darkness, it was truly liberating. I'd like to thank everyone I met along the way, whether our interactions were good or bad. I appreciate you coming along for the adventure, and I hope you had as much fun with the roleplay as I did. Please know that you still hold a special place in my heart and memories even if you weren't expressly addressed. The length of this post couldn't be too long; otherwise, nobody would read it.

 

 

with that.. heres her character card.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dl9tq_1lyPsx49tuzqwZBDKKzlbstFunnlO-IHlu0aM/edit?usp=sharing

 

Thank you charbi, for introducing me to this wonderful world. 

 

 

Her playlist:https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLePiVNC1Y4o9deSKRXWwMHpSgpmdU_Qn_

 

 

[JTMedea 513]

As the elf red the letter, she fell to her knees, tears streamed down her face, she knew this day would come but she was not ready. Medea screams out in pain, losing the person that took her in when she had nothing, someone who accepted her even though she was not of blood, the one she was honored to have called mother. She cried out to her mother, her fists hit the ground as she looked up to the sky "Please....don't leave me yet.." Medea reached her hand up to the sky "Mama...I'm not ready to go on without you...please don't leave me..." The elf continued to cry, feeling herself break into pieces. 

 

OOC: I was a new player when you first adopted me into the De Astreas and I loved and cherished every moment of it, thank you Tiger, because of you, my character got to grow and become the person she is now.

[ValleyOfLavender 203]

The missive had reached a certain elfess, a Fox cub had come to the elfess's side as she was having some quiet time with her lover, she picked up the letter confused on what it could possibly be, leaning into her lovers embrace, the elfess opened the letter and started to read, a few minutes of silence before a choked agonizing sob was heard from the elfess "n...no..." she cried out in pure sorrow, Floria Kaeronin turned into her lover and cried her heart out for she had lost someone had had seen as close family and friend.

[UniBearse 747]

A certain Ame watched as the elfess in his arms crumbled down to pieces. He did not utter a word but simply wrapped his arms around her, watching her go to sleep from the mental exhaustion.

[PhilosopherBear 216]

As the letter would reach the injured Ahmanu, he would hesitantly open it, as if he knew nothing good could come out of it at such a time. As he slowly began to read, he let himself fall back against the cold and dirty wall, removing his now broken mask, as tears would begin to flow down his bruised face reading the words left in his name "You gave my people a place to call home and a chance to prove our worth and for that, I will be eternally grateful, akhi. It was an honor to serve and honor both you and Vikela and I will strive to keep doing so. Rest well akhi, the eternal hilltop awaits." he said, each word getting clearer and clearer, reaching an absolute and solid tone, one of conviction, before he used his non-injured arm to lift himself back up, as he looked over at his group. "We stand tall and proud akhis, For Vikela We Soar."

[TeawithFrisket 2703]

Upon the skies of the afterlife lord Frisket as she gave her queen a smile. Maybe one that would confuse many

 

“Know that we are both here, because we did nothing but our best. Now Tu just watch and await others with me”

 

Many seats lie around Frisket, many seats with different names.

 

 

From the deep caverns lord a shieldess, she felt another leave this life, no expression as she sighed. A fellow familiar of the lost Wildflower had given her a missive. And left, for she knew her reaction

 

“one less spawn, of the cursed king.”

 

 

[LupinCrystal 168]

A pained screech echoed through the caverns of the underground as the girl mourned her mother. She clutched her chest, trying desperately to tell herself that it wasn't real..that her mother, the woman who brought her into the world, the woman who cared for her..the woman she called mama when she was little. Wasn't gone, but she was. She had left this plane of the living and cruel world. The woman's hands lead from her chest to her face, pained sobs escaping her with each breath. "Please-dont leave me, not yet-!" She cried out in pain, doing her best to hide her pain from her daughter in husband that may have been near by. She cuddled into a corner, letting her cries echo. 

 

A redheaded 'ame sighed softly, her face gentle and yet full of pain. She cleared her throat as best she could, pushing down all the pain she wanted to let out. "After all the years I have known you..I never thought I would truly put live you-little Lekia." She forced a swallow, tears peeking at the corner of her eyes before she shook them away. "Tell Esmond I said hi..same goes for the others." She smiled, turning to find her own children and hug them. 

[Charbi 398]

Though the sisters would never meet in the beyond, Aylin knew their people were safe and prosperous in Leika's arms. She did what the adopted de Astrea could not. Aylin was, in fact, just the regent--she held the seat until true greatness could take the helm. And now...she hoped Leika could rest knowing how loved and how proud she made her. 



 

 

OoC:
 

Spoiler

My dearest Tiger, you have nothing to thank me for. You took on a monumental task and absolutely kicked ass doing it. Thank you for Leika, for Vikela, for your compassion, creativity, perseverance, and I know whatever character you will play next will be just as incredible. 

Xoxo, 
C

 

[ValleyOfLavender 203]

A small teen was sitting on a bench silently as a snowy owl flew over to her with the missive attached to its talons, it settled on the girls shoulder and scratched its wing while the girl took the letter "thank you Snowbelle" the small teen spoke to the bird before looking at the letter and read it quietly the young teen was confused for a moment before she realized what she was reading "G..Granmama.... no..." the child began to slowly cry and then sob shaking her head "no.. no this cant be happening... bad dream... bad dream..." the crying thirteen year old would then rush off to find her mother 

[Generi 563]

Upon hearing the news of Leika's passing Andora Guenevere-Zohar looked down at her hands, seeing a vivid memory of knocking the late queen the **** out. She then did a little dance and moved on with her life

[KaptainScarlet 280]

Scarlet held the missive in one hand as she stroll through the grim and gloomy land. She search for fresh and blooming flowers to accompany her fallen friend. But it was hard to spot any bright blossoms within the dark lands.

[KeiLynx 61]

Ri'Keidha took the news solemnly, but with silent dignity, as he had with all such news that found him recently. He was no stranger to death, being familiar with it from even the time he was a cub. Yet, few passings still left a pall over his spirit. This was one of them.

He reminisced on his first meeting with the Queen. They had met upon the Pyramid in which he would later spend half his life, leading her and her entourage personally to Eittitica's apex. It was there that he bent the knee to become Vikela's (Elysium's, at the time) vassal. Leika had been kind and understanding, respecting Kharajyr culture and tradition to integrate them peacefully into the kingdom. Soon they both would lead their forces side by side against the unprovoked invasion of the Orcs, and although they had lost, they lost together and strengthened their bond through strife and bloodshed.

From a high tower in the ruins of Savoy, Keidha looked in the direction of Vikela. His only regret now was not being able to sit before the shrine to Metztli at the top of the Pyramid Eittitica, meditating on that first meeting in the place it happened. Those lands belonged to the Mori now.
All the elder Kha could do was offer an old prayer he had heard once to the wind that blew off the sea,
"Uey nantli nimitstlatlauki kana se kuitlapantli nik motlauil. Xitechmaka uelilistli nik teyakana to tlakah ikamo in petstitlemauatl iui Leika."

[YourParalysis 16]

As the piece of paper got to the Mali'ker alongside Ahmanu and read it alongside him, glancing to his side he notices Ahmanu collapse while tears of his own flood his cheeks, he attempts to remain strong infront of the rest of the group but is soon enough seen crying aloud. "C-..Certainly not deserved.." The Mali'ker sighs out through what remains of his crying, wich were soft sobs.. Then glancing to his side again to the exprience Ahamnu crawling to a stand and glance at the group, noticing this he raises a solid fist to his chest and clears his throath from the sobbing, copying Ahmanu's words right after him "For Vikela we soar! And forever will, in the great memory of this fallen Akhi." He adds on in his own words before looking down at the ground again, he had wished he could have said more words much like Ahmanu in this moment of grief, but through the float of emotions he couldn't get anymore out, and now was silent alongside the rest of the group...

[Periphonics 380]

The news hits the druid like a boulder to the face. The man so hellbent on dissociating from descendant attachment finds himself sobbing on his knees, alone in private, refusing to be seen in such a state. Leika, one of his dearest and oldest friends. Memories flood him of their exploits. The times they spend laughing together over various pranks pulled and jokes held. The times they, Amethyst and Ehrendil shared causing mischief despite their positions in Vikela.

He remembers so clearly swearing to her crown, the only time he has felt so connected to people and a city. Fal’leon weeps and warbles as he remembers his time in government with Leika, the feeling that they together, alongside their friends, could make a safe and flourishing place. And oh how they did, how their lands became a central hub for people full they would protect and command. Even now, with his distain for cities and people, those times remain his fondest of memories.

For a week Fal’leon sits alone, under the guise of meditation, crying on and off. Mourning the loss of his friend. It was a loss he had known was coming but he couldn’t possibly prepare for. Occasionally he laughs at her hinting at himself and his brothers closeness, before falling back to a state of sobbing.

“Our world shall nae find another like ye, Leika. An’ I shall nae allow i’ tae e’er forge’ yer name. I will ne’er forge’ ye.”  He hisses out, choking on his own tears. “I wish we would walk t’gether again af’er death. I shall miss ye so dearly. Ferever I shall be yer minis’er o’ knowledge, yer commander o’ army, I shall bow tae ye even whence I forgo me life o’ people. Van’ayla, ac’llir. Narn ilu’hileia, iylker’metta ahernan nae. Kae cihi’an ignere ay nae.” He speaks the elven solemnly, ears drooping down.

 

Spoiler

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this is a death i’ve been dreading for MONTHS. i love love leika so much, she’s why me and tiger are friends to begin with! she’s been one of my favourite characters to interact with, the chaotic antics of paramount and minister have always been SO fun. 

 

[Northtitan 245]

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