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Cimbrian

 

Cedric Johnson is dead these are his final last words. . .
 


As Cedric closes his eyes, the medical bay around him fades into a blur. The harsh fluorescent lights soften, and the sterile scent of antiseptic gives way to a warm, golden glow. His grip on Aaron's arm loosens, and Aaron's face, etched with concern and sorrow, starts to blur. Oliver stands nearby, tears streaming down his cheeks, his face a mixture of fear and determination, understanding the immense responsibility that now rests on his shoulders.

 

In Cedric's mind, the surroundings transform. He sees a radiant light, pure and inviting, casting a gentle warmth that seems to embrace him. The air around him is filled with a serene calm, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in the medical bay. He steps forward into the light, each step feeling lighter than the last.

 

Through the glow, a figure emerges—tall and regal, wearing a crown that sparkles like a thousand suns. "Richard?" Cedric whispers, his heart swelling with recognition and joy. The figure nods, a familiar, welcoming smile spreading across his face.

 

"I'm coming home, lad..." Cedric says, his voice a mere whisper now. The vision of Richard reaches out a hand, and as Cedric takes it, all the pain and weariness melt away. His surroundings in the real world—Aaron's supportive presence, Oliver's silent vigil—fade as he steps fully into the light.

 

In the medical bay, a flatline, the room falling silent save for the soft sobs of those who loved him. Cedric's face remains serene, his final smile one of peace and fulfillment. The air is thick with grief but also with a deep respect for a man who faced his end with courage and dignity.


 

Published: 4th of Godfrey’s Triumph 1984

 

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GOD with us;

Aaron Wisdomaker, Head Scribe of Rhosmark

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Sarrah after having heard the news, couldn't help but weep quietly outside the city, asking herself "First my parents, then my crew, I arrive here barely Alive, then Richard falls, then Cedric, who among my friends is to fall next, or is it I who will fall next, and greet my friends and family at the gates?" she then looks out onto the landscape realizing, saying aloud "My end is near."

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Walter was preparing for the upcoming war, the news of his old student's passing made its way over to him. Upon receiving the news, Walter's eyes widened "Oh dear..." He muttered to himself, remembering the short but fun memories he's had with Cedric "May Feidelhm guide his soul, and guard it well." He then let out a deep sigh afterwards.

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A young child sits in the fields of Rhosmark, admiring the star Cedric had given her for being nice. Nicoleta smiled the sun’s smile, not truly understanding that he was gone yet.

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A young Lordling of the Rhosmark read the missive, a deep frown formed, "Be at peace, Sir Cedric. I will cherish your memory forever." 

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The Gaspard slams his fist down onto the table, before flipping said table. . .his face full of unexplainable sorrow. Thoughts race through his fragile mind his breathe shaky, his legs weak as he gripped his chest, falling to the floor due to the weight of everything, as the room around him seems to close in. 
As one word echoed in the lads mind

"Why"
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Upon hearing the news of the death of yet another of his friends, Duke Henry of Blackworth flew into a blind rage within his office. He lashed out with his blade, destroying numerous pieces of furniture, books, and other assorted items around the office. When the Servants tried to calm the Duke, he roared at them to leave him be and locked the door. So many of his friends had been passing away, and it was surely taking its toll on the Duke's mental stability.
 

"DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU FOR DYING! DAMN YOU!" the Duke cursed for hours, only calming two hours after his rage had began.

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"And so the curse claims its first victim." Claimed a Darkstalker with delusions of grandeur who had nothing to do with what had transpired.

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Ivacia hears of Cedrics passing as she trains for the war, her heart stricken with grief. "Oh, dear friend... I-.. I'm so sorry..." She kneels on the ground, a few silent tears dripping down her face. Cedric was the only person she had trusted with one of the darkest moments in her life, and yet, she was not there for him when he passed. "..Dear friend, thank you... I hope you find everlasting peace and happiness on the other side."

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An old guardlady Dame met the fallen lad in the skies, dapping him up upon their decades-long parting. "Welcome home" Dame Primrose greeted Cedric before going back to playing a came of chess with her friends (she was losing, as always).

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Norido would exhale loudly as he reads over the missive carefully before commenting "Ah, there he goes. . . farewell." before spending the rest of the day staying at his house doing nothing.

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