[PK] A Knight's Passing

[ellielove15 221]

A Knight’s Passing

 

Of all the things Elena had faced, this was the biggest she’d ever seen. A giant creature made of shadows, countless legs, arms and mouths lumbered forth toward her. The creature was breaking off small mountains to throw at the party of Paladins, Warriors, Templars and Druids. The hasty shield made of Xannic mists provided by another in the party would shatter easily upon the first strike, leaving the rest of the group exposed. She quickly sprinted away from the rest of the group, flaming sword in hand to distract the creature. 

 

Upon the Arknight moving several meters around it, the creature was still focusing on the much larger group of Crusaders, killing two comrades in the process. Before any more were to die, Elena did the unthinkable. She aimed her sword, wreathed in Xan’s power and aimed it directly at what could be charitably called a face. "Come and get me you big bastard! Look at me!" She demanded. She then unleashed the power within the weapon to hit the target. This would have felt like the bite of a tick to this gargantuan creature. She knew that this would do no damage to this unholy monstrosity, nor that this would end in her escaping. All she wanted was to give just a little more time to the others so that the more than half a dozen wounded could be safely evacuated alongside the rest of the party. She wished to exchange her life to make sure the others could at least form a proper defense before they set off into the waters and away from this accursed island. 

 

Surely enough, the creature paused only for half a second before picking up a nearby boulder. The hunk of earth dozens of times her size came down upon her body with devilish fury. In mere moments, Elena of Joma, Paladin of the Morninglord was no more. 

 

In these final moments, Elena couldn’t help but think about the choices that led her to this point and the people that she loved and cherished. Her eyes closed for the final time as her end approached, a sense of peace filling the Paladin’s spirit. Not a hint of fear could be felt across her body. She knew that in the end, Order would prevail.

 

 

 

 

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Thank you guys so much to everyone who's RP'd with me as Elena. Y'all are amazing and I love this community. 

 

[UniBearse 725]

Luthien stood near the ship, supporting a fellow comrade to safety when she heard Elena's words. She always did told her that the best way to die is dying while protecting your comrades, even more if they are your brothers in arms. Unable to even get a second to grief, she boarded the ship and started to care for those injured. Coming home with nothing but sadness.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 11594]

The black swordsman had finally settled back in Sakuragakure after the long trip from the ship's docking in Balian. Having been apart of the last group he did not know what happened to Elena until much later when news arrived of her untimely demise. 

 

"She stood by and fought for what she believed in, for better or worse. Poor kid would've been a cool onna-musha had she been Oyashi." Shugo Kato lamented. Not many got the guts.

[xo31 459]

Arthur had had his problems with Elena, but, whether she liked it or not, he saw her as a friend. He poured one out for her with a mild frown upon his face.

[nepir 137]

Sitting at his desk in vikela A old tome resting before him as he inspected its contents haggered by time, he glance up as a note of the news reached his office. "Xan... I cant say what the rite of passing is to them. how ever I shall not wait to hold my own" Grabbing his Cloak and staff he make his way outside a rain greeting his exit. "How fitting, even the skys weep for her"

[NightcastorKitty 1209]

 

 

 

 

"Even in the darkest night,
When all Hope and Light has faded,
Reach forth your hand and there HE will be:

For HIS guiding light shall save you.."

 

At the moment of death, darkness would befall the broken paladin. The pain momentary as their vision faded away into nothingness. The blacken abyss was all they could see as the endless depths sought to consume the paladin's soul. Yet a familiar voice echo'd within such darkness. A fluttering of wings soon heard afterwards as Elena's vision was now blinded by the brilliance of such radiating light and warmth. 

 

"You are never alone.." 

 

The Centurion hovered above the fallen paladin now, her donning armor of pure divinity shimmering with the vibrancy of silver and gold. Wings eternal flutter behind as a gauntlet reaches forth to grasp ahold of Elena's hand to lift her up. Her soul taken to the Eternal Palace where the rest of the fallen have gone. Elena's true calling only just beginning...

[SacredSource 225]

On the ship, the Vigil scanned the departing groups, seeking familiar faces. He found those he'd spoken to before the voyage, but one was conspicuously absent. The consequence of this absence:

 

 

Another child left motherless, tasks unfinished. Another chapter razed to dust. Tragic.

[riorr 1783]

As Elarhil etched each heart-rending letter into Elena's memorial, he felt like sobbing. His eyes stung, but he lacked the energy to produce tears. He had lost several of those close to him. Though what troubled him most in those moments was the memory of Leoni's face as she mourned her late mother.

One by one, the Chancery candles were lit; a sight perfectly serene, yet harrowing all the same.

[HugoAntero 750]

Peter Stroheim was too busy being enraged and knocked out to notice the absence of a certain colleague.

[sam33497 2793]

A rotting evil of the outer aether learned of the paladin's death, cackling with fatalistic irony.

 

"She was always rash, and often incompetent. It is not surprising she met her end . . .

 

. . . But if all of her ilk had her determination and dedication, it would certainly give Gashadokuro and I trouble. There is narrative beauty in death in service of your greatest convictions."

[squakhawk 7929]

A Dragaar mourned the passing. He recalled the last conversation they had held within the Paladin Keep, deep beneath the rocky stones of Urguan's mountains. Had he been there moments sooner; perhaps still she may live.

 

But she had died, as many already have and many more will. Another scar upon his heart, the Dragaar shouldn't care; and yet he did. He'd weep if he could bring himself to. But he could not let it get the best of him.

 

She promised to fight until her light gave out in the dark. She may ascend to Xan's realm and fight another day; but he may never see her or kind like her again.

 

One could only hope that her torch could be picked up in the dark by the next generation to move forward. To fight in the endless war of order and disorder until victory or the final dying breath. 

 

Her sacrifice was brave; a bravery few would ever come to. One could only hope that bravery still remains within the heart of Order's adherents remaining.

 

"May you feel whole of heart again after the loss of friend, family, and belonging within Order. I can only hope it fulfills the void left behind; it is the only thing that matters now. Rest well and fight on, Elena of Joma."

[FlemishSupremacy 4930]

"Probably the best of 'em, now passed. If the paladins all had her conviction, they might actually be a foe worth consideration." Elathion mused, peering out to sea.

[Evonpire 1831]

"Another one..." Mumbled Aer'dir, returned to Mainland he promptly paid his proper dues at the grave. Lighting a Candle, as demanded by the Scrolls. "We will celebrate your life, soon enough, Sister."

 

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All the while, Vulcan toiled, having reminded on Aevos, he heard the news through the returning Paladins, and simply sighed, the Uruk pondering on his Sister's death. He spoke no words about it, trapped in thought.

[JTMedea 495]

Medea would be on her daily stroll within her kingdom when a bird arrived with a missive. The elfess was not expecting a letter today but here we are, a letter has been sent. She took the letter and went into her bar, preparing some calming tea for the day. The elf sat down at the counter, opening the letter. She lifted up her tea cup to take a sip before her eyes landed upon the words written on the missive. The tea cup fell to the ground, along with dropping the letter. Medea covered her mouth from learning the news, "No..." The elf gasped as tears began to stream down her face "This can't be...not Elena.." She placed her left hand on her chest as if her heart was in pain "No.." The elfess sobbed within her bar. "You promised to take care of Luthien for me Elena...who else can I trust to protect her now...oh dear friend...we still had so many memories to share..."

[mothsthetic 419]

Things had ended… to say “rocky” between Wilford’s sister and the warrior of Xan would be a gross understatement. While the man himself was mostly uninvolved with the conflict, he did often wonder just what exactly was true- and if it could all be avoided somehow. Elena had been good to him, in those brief times they spoke. 

 

A single blue candle burns down on his desk as the Chancellor signs another paper, an untouched glass of whiskey next to the flame. A toast goodbye.