christman 2307 Popular Post Share Posted June 11, 2023 https://youtu.be/HH2YxYtT5K8 The news came as silence, a lack of letters, a lack of will. Her tools were left to gather dust, her armour garnered rust. "Did I serve well?" She asked, and was met with silence. 38 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_xMika 46 Share Posted June 11, 2023 The 'ker stayed seated on one of his kitchen chairs tapping the edge of his boot over and over again on the wooden floor of his home "I wished we could have at least talked one more time..." The 'ker attempted to keep himself calm but the feeling of anger started to grow deeply within him making him chuckle with fear "Though i am not surprised of this news. . Paladins always die honorably in battle." Placing a hand to the top of his head the 'ker hunched himself over the wooden table shaking with his anger making his voice tremble with horror and fear "Taken away by the filth that stains the soil of this world.. May they all be cursed to eternal suffering and sent to the deepest parts of the void to be devoured. May they all suffer painful deaths like no other i hope the worst for them. A brutal and slow demise. I hope to slay them myself" The 'ker could not hold it in anymore setting into the full feeling of grief for his teacher. . . He could not help but burst into a full on cry even though he did not feel attach to her, memories of they're past flooded him. He crumbled onto the floor with the overwhelming feelings of pure anger, fear and deeply imbedded sadness 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
sincerelyE 81 Share Posted June 11, 2023 Spoiler my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Samler 1047 Share Posted June 11, 2023 The old elf Seth Calith, watching over his shoulder for just a brief moment was considering, it has been some time since he last spotted the supposedly pure paladin, he allowed the thought to float, last time was before the end of Savoy, before the end of Asul'hilleia. Maybe the mori had slain her, maybe she was just busy, getting herself into trouble as a chapterless paladin. Maybe she was the one to send the assassin after him. There was truely no way for him to know, sometimes elves just go missing. Sometimes they die quiet deaths alone. He glanced about, still alone, still no assassin. Good. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
twinwolf1 193 Share Posted June 11, 2023 well atleast shes in xans palace now Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SteppeNomad 1552 Share Posted June 12, 2023 "What can one say, of one slain by the twin horns of dominance and fury? Oh Rune. Your beauty unmatched. May you gaze upon us from larihei's celestial cihi. May you be spared the fate of those men of Xan, consumed to fuel their demiurge. Hail Rune! Hail! Your deeds unforgotten!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TeawithFrisket 2636 Share Posted June 13, 2023 A shieldesss frowned pondering if rune would ever return to help fix what was once lost. Even if it was desecrated things can be cleaned and made new. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Johann 1418 Share Posted April 22 Only after nearly a century of silence did the long-lived Gaelunduyn realize. "...You did well, my student." His voice harboured a hint of lamentation. Though his condolence was shut away from the world by his confining helm.. it was palpable, pristine. Somewhere within the cherry blossoms, Gael pours a cup of rice wine from right to left upon a makeshift memorial in her honour, a libation under the gaze of Zanu, and the Kami. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SacredSource 225 Share Posted April 22 News reached Richard while he was marooned on the island of the Betrayer. He paced back upon hearing the lie, laughter escaping him in disbelief. He shook his head slowly, though it only quickened, inquiry slamming one after another. Eyes widening, breathing hastening before all stopped. “No! You did not see the body!” his voice grew in accusatory fury. A defiant last act to the truth laid before him. Alas, his vessel betrayed him, his eyes leaked, collapsing into a sobbing prayer without hope of salvation. Consumed by guilt, he instinctively reached for his dagger. The cold steel shakily brought towards him offered a promising justice for his absence. A voice from behind, a voice of restraint, a voice to compel him to remain. His time on this realm could not end just yet. For there was one last mission he had left, not for anyone else, but for her. ... Holding upon the sword Gratia, the sword of Rune, the Warden laments beside a certain marker laid within an unremarkable forest near Nichi-Jin. Rune Viradiraar OthamanWhen you live, love Tear away duty’s chains Fate beckons faster than destiny Memories of this past life haunted him; his absence towards her end tore at him. He was despicable to her at the start, but she became his childhood friend, his fellow disciple, his love, his wife. There was no word of her demise when he was on the road. Not even a passing comment, only a dismissive answer a lifetime later. The marker remained, a silent witness to her passing, visited only by a recurring silver light every month. “I will be home soon, please wait for me” 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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