[PK] LIGHT TURNED STONE

[MCVDK 2830]

 

LIGHT TURNED STONE

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Born to the ancient legacy of Nephilim’s blood, young Kallias bore the name of Nullivari as one doth carry a torch ‘gainst shadow’s deep.

 

He rose to dragonhood, crowned as Mythanar, a flame fierce and unyielding in Azdromoth’s endless war ‘gainst the encroaching dark.

 

Yet foul fate seized him; captured and corrupted, his spirit twisted ‘neath necromancers’ cruel hand, shackled in shadow, reborn as Fadrahmor.

 

From darkest depths his father did redeem him, purging the taint, and so he rose anew as Kiurn, Light-bringer, in search of grace for his fallen soul.

 

Veiled in guise, he led proud Haelun’or to strength, his touch unseen yet lasting, woven deep as roots beneath the earth, before departing in quiet.

 

In the Heartlands, clad in knightly armor, he sought glory’s prize yet found ambition but a hollow vessel, leaving only ruins in his wake.

 

At last, wearied of the world’s unchanging tides, he knelt, yielding to his fate, and turned to stone — a silent sentinel to light, to shadow, and to eternity’s unending march.

 

Thus Kallias Nullivari, Mythanar, Kiurn, Calathân an Naedwylm, and Godwin Gail, each name no more, each mask cast off. Dead in union, as they had ever been but one, a single soul woven through manifold guises. Now stilled, all selves dissolved, they rest as one eternal silence, bound in the unity of their passing.

 

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[FlemishSupremacy 6115]

"And so, another brother gone... Give my regards to Vedyolthur, Ki-Urn." Elathion said, solemnly when he heard of the news.

[Java17 2216]

 

A circle of braziers formed at the peak of the sacred mont, there a woman stood at its center. Her hand took to the skies, and thus she turned as the flame that surrounded her, a vivid image. 
 

Then came words that split the mont in fierce yearning, "Renthisj ekess ve." [Speak to me.] a demand was given to the passing figure in the conclusion of a ritual. 

[MCVDK 2830]

16 minutes ago, Java17 said:

 

 

 

From beyond the veil of shadows, whispers arose, stirring in the quiet reaches where peace had held him fast. Yet summoned once more, he felt the call. His people beckoned, their voices a distant murmur, and though bound within his frame of stone, he remained ever-vigilant, ever-ready to answer.

[Jentos 9422]

Bells rang across the temple of Tor-Praeth, the flames of the pyre rose as dark hands rose. 

“The Sun has turned to night, 

 

What was once a shadow now was made into fire, 

 

What was a brazier, now a pillar of stone, 

 

A mountain, we weep before a mountain.” 

 

The An-Gho stretched up his hands and caressed the image of his brother fashioned from fire, mourning. 
 

“Inspire us, that you should live now as a new edge to our swords.” He said in finality, and the image of fire drew into a shadow over the length of his drawn blade.  
 

And then it was no more. 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Somewhere, a surviving Nullivari would have mourned if only she knew what had become of her relative.

[hotbox_monk 1049]

A spirit of flame stirred before manifesting itself in a crash upon the grassy lands beneath the starlit skies.  It wept with boiling tears and lashed out with fire in a state of disarray.  “Mine brother. . .”  The dragon had lost what anchor it had once kept to his first life as Kassian Nullivari.  His true blood brother had been lost.  The dragon took flight once more to the skies in a whirlwind of flame and ash.  Roaring cries could be heard through the forests and along the lower valleys of the mountains.