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[jihsoo 746]

 

On the 18th Amber Cold, Year 216 S.A. 

 

 

 

 

Metallic-melodic chains whipped and cracked around a pale, porcelain figure. A chill spread from her head to her fingertips as her eyes dimmed from what light it glowed. Finding herself at the edge of her bed, her head hung in the air as she contained her face within the obsidian cages of her blackened palms with a tremble. Her hands ran up and toward the silvering blonde locks, tugging at them desperately as to ease herself from her shakened feeling. Around her surrounded page after page, writing and scrawling every bit of ambition she held dearly, as if these mortal desires could ground her from what she saw. Ever enigmatic, ever mysterious. Some were positive, some were negative. And even then, it tormented her and taunted her to something she could never reach or see as truth. These visions consumed and gnawed at her soul, pulling her heartstrings in directions that rocked her to her very core. Her breaths became shallow, rapid, her chest falling and rising, any sort of calm failing her as though she were under an invisible weight. 

 

It happened again. 

Divination.

 

While the noblewoman knew that these were only prophecies and perhaps not the truth, these possibilities always seemed to linger. They were spontaneous, infinite, melding and blending what she knew was true with what were only prospects and suggestions made by her mind, tearing it into two. Truth and delusion fought over authority. The Heiress of the Rourke found herself at her wits end. Her skull that held views of eternal fields of green, ever growing, only seemed to wilt, dulling. A distant memory, a dream, a moment stuck in time with her forever. Naoise reminisced. She recalled such with ease.

 

Her mother, her golden hairs, who wore gold and green just as she did. How the sun’s setting danced across her mother’s skin, giving her a luminous glow. How her eyes reflected unto her, a gaze that swelled with such pride. How the white walls of Ildon were then,  all but vast verdant fields that swayed in the calming winds. How in the moment as her mother unravelled that stark blue scroll that she drew up, revealed what was her dream on that simple parchment. Her mother’s dream became Naoise’s and more.

 

That was the day she swore it. The day that Naoise O’Rourke swore that this dream was just as much hers, and one that to be sure that would flourish into fruition. A beautiful family. And even whilst imperfect, she longed for one of her own that was lively and filled with warmth and laughter like the one she knew all her life. She recalled a cerulean eyed stare who made such a declaration of love. It resonated with her deeply as her lips curved into a melancholic smile in thought. And yet, it was just a helpless thought. A place of sanctuary and serenity. She could not ever be more close to grasping this with her darkened digits. And yet, as she closed her eyes and tried to retreat back to this fond memory.

 

She couldn’t evermore be disillusioned with it.

 

Faeleth-Naoise fiddled with the object that sat on her finger. A ring. Something she had tried so hard to attain, and even as it sat there perfectly on her dusky hands. It felt foreign. Unreal. Almost as if it clung onto her trying to pull her back down and away from what circled within her mind. Much like the one who sought to ensure she would be safe, protected, unharmed, he would not know of what cruelties that plagued her. That she was the harm she had put unto herself. Her thumb traced the band with a heavy-weighted exhale. It bore around her left hand, a promise of spending eternity together, a promise of a lifetime. 

 

Time.

 

Future and past seemed to rush after her. Her fingernails dug into her skin, crimson crescents marking into her palms as she shook her head, overwhelmed by the sights, feelings and thoughts crowded toward her. Tears threatened to fall from her haunting emerald eyes, slipping down the mounds of her cheeks unwelcomingly. She shifted from panic to despondency, the weight of such responsibilities bearing heavy on her shoulders that collapsed inwards in response to some sort of force, dragging her down under. A cascade of vivid futures, taunted their beauty cruelly before her, unable to get within her reach. A fog like storm clouded her gaze, as they’d shift, persistent in dancing the possible horrors of impending doom.

 

Inhale.

 

How her mother taught her how to carve her first instrument to how her baby brother bantered with her with a quip. How her father held a smirk and a hearty chortle, ever ready to crack a joke. How her best friend supported her as she dug a hole in the rain, no matter how messy it got. How each laughter from her dear friends sung in her ears to how they chased her within the streets. How her nieces and nephews crowded toward her, her eyes longing toward them as if they were her own children. How her lover held her and cried with her one last time between crystalline tears before bidding a final goodbye.

 

It pushed, and pushed, and pushed.

 

An oasis of memories and fantasies was brought to a drought. A dry and desolate wasteland.

 

The echoes of tranquility and rest beckoned Naoise, in one final hauntingly enchanting symphony, as something cold pushed sharply against her chest.

 

Exhale.

 

 

There in her room laid stories and words exchanged. They littered and spilled from under her pillow, accompanied by a thick book that kept word on her experiences and tales. Where parchments scattered upon the bedroom quarters, a neat pile of letters sat on her desk. Sealed, unopened, and each barring a neatly written name.

 

A missive would be sent out to the Realm of Numendil about the O'Rourke Heiress' sudden death.

 

 

[ Do not Metaplay these Letters]

 

Ma & Pa

 

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@Cally @Bones

 

Dearest Ma & Pa, 

If only I had been stronger to keep our family’s dream alive. If only I could have fought harder for what you both desired of me. What I desired for myself. In these last few moments, I can only imagine what you are thinking as you read this letter, and yet, when I try to, it only seems to break my heart further into two. It is selfish. I know. To retreat like this and not live up to the words and promises that I had made to the both of you. But please, for the sake of giving me the peace and rest I desire. . . 

 

Do not waste those tears on a daughter who only seemed to disappoint.

Mama, I’m sorry that I couldn’t have granted you the opportunity to see our family grow. While Lachlan, Lorcan, Saoirse and Moirin have granted you grandchildren, I was not able to. I really tried. I wanted to. You and Papa were so beautiful, so perfect, and I only hoped I would find what you both had one day. Maybe in the Seven Skies, I will have a better chance.

 

Papa, I’m sorry that I couldn’t have lived a happier life, like you’d hope for me. From our arguments, to our jests, to you only wishing the best for me. You had always had a brighter look for what my life would look like. And yet it couldn’t be so far from the truth. I tried. . . I really tried.

 

Thank you, Mama and Papa. For all the love you have given me.
Whether it was tough, whether it was gentle. You have always had the best interests for me. You have always brought light to me. You have always loved me for me.

 

I love you both.

 

 

 

Jay Amaranth

 

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@Ninjay

 

Mo ghrá le súile sapphires,

Where do I begin? You had vexed me and tormented me enough, showed me cruelty after I had admitted my love and affection to you, choosing to steal my heart forever. And even now, as I choose to lay to rest, you can now keep it, without the lingering thought that you had hurt me, and condemned me to a life of only longing to be with you. And yet, we both know that such malice was all a lie. Jay, you have decidedly chosen to steal my heart, and now, I can rest peacefully knowing it is with the person I intended to be with all along. My love, it was not cruel. It was not selfish. But the truth of what we both wanted. A life together.

 

For the months after you had snatched my heart away, your words only sang in my head. And while my entire being ached and trembled at the pain you had caused me, it only vexed me that I didn’t choose to elope with you to the happiness we both wanted. You told me that you wanted a loving family, one we would give a good upbringing to- that, that would be enough for you. And in this, if I only had let myself free, Jay, that would have been enough for me. Being with you would have been worlds enough for me. I called it idyllic, and idyllic it was, if anything it was my idyllic dream, and from the moment I realized I loved you, you were always going to be a part of it. 

 

You were my new dream.

 

I love you, Jay Amaranth. 

For eternity, and beyond the Seven Skies.

 

You were my new dream.

 

 

 

Raphuel Calamaethor

 

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@MysticalWeasel

 

Mo dragaun, 

Forgive me for going so soon, especially after such a display you had given me under the red-leafed tree in Numenost. While I had such an affinity to you, I cannot lie to you and say that I loved you. It is cruel. A lie. And even moreso, vicious that I had not been honest to you earlier on. . . And only share such with you as I have passed on. It is only right that I tell you the truth, so that you might not suffer the facade that I had bore before you.
 

Raphuel, I loved you. But not in the way that you hoped I would. You have always protected me. You had fought to keep me alive at that summit. You had sworn to ensure no harm would come to me. You had shared a likeness with me for true justice, and had always brought me warmth, and a mind to pick with. You had guarded me in the caves, and even slept by my side. But even then, I had only admired you.

 

Maybe, I had hoped that I would learn to give you this love over time but in truth, mo dragaun. My heart had already belonged to another. And he never intends on giving it back to me. I’m sorry that I couldn’t have told you sooner. I should have told you sooner, that I could never love you as I loved him. For all the cruelty I have caused know that, 

 

I love you, Raphuel.

Just not in the way you wished me to. Maybe in a different reality. I could have loved you too.

 

 

 

Ser Baralin Vourkehardt

 

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@Cass_the_Scribe

 

My Rose,

If you do indeed receive this letter, then the inevitable has happened. I have decided to take respite, my final breath, my final goodbye. It is selfish for me to tell you this, this way, and even more cruel that I had chosen to do such as you had chosen to take your leave from Ildon. What kind of a friend am I, to do such a thing to a woman I hold so dear, and regard so highly. 

 

While I understand the essence of your leave, and the desire to do good in the realms, there is a truth in saying that I wish you could have stayed with me longer. Just a little bit longer my dear, knight. How I miss the drunken stupors and slurs that we shared within the meadery. The melody of metal clashing, as we fought in the Numenost Square. How we would share affinities and goals together, to greet you in the fields. How you stayed by my side at the mountains,  My dear, Baralin, my dearest companion. The moment you had chosen to leave, I had already missed you.

 

I will never forget the kindness you had brought to a grandiose woman like me. Who was cruel, rude, and stubborn. Though in such, you persisted, and I had found someone, I could call the dearest of friends. Should you miss me as I missed you, look for me in the flowers of Numenost, even between the prickliest of thorns. Should you miss me as I missed you, look for me in the softest of cricket chirps, even as the night dawns its skies loudly with stars.

 

For, when I miss you, I look to the roses. You have always been my rose. And even should my blood shed as I go to pick it, our blood, Baralin, our blood, will still live, and flourish over all.

 

I love you my dear friend,

I’m sorry I couldn’t have said goodbye.

 

 

 

Maria Vilac

 

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@Generi

 

Dearest Maria,

I should guess that you would chastise me for breaking our promise on growing old together, and dying together. You had always held me in such high regard as being your constant, your dearest friend, and I only feel that I betrayed such in choosing to have this letter be brought to you regarding my well-being. . . 

 

My dearest friend, whom I have known for over forty years, I have decided to seek eternal rest. I know that this wasn’t what either of us wanted. I know that you needed me there as a friend, and yet in my years that I have been despondent and away from you, I only know of the anger that you will have for me in finding that I have chosen to do so with my life. Both you and I had known what it's like to be out of control of the ever changing world. You were right. You were always right.

 

I had chosen to take control once and for all, especially for the visions and illusions that cloud my mind, and scar my judgement. I only hope that you will not scorn me for the decision I had made, and that in this, you will only remember the days of our adolescence, rejecting the world of men. That even as you look at the disgusting and putrid mud and rain, you will remember the joys we had as friends, challenging the world around us. As sappy as it is to say, and as much I know you have a profound distaste for it, 

 

I love you, my dearest friend.

I will never forget you.

 

 

 

Auris & Ceru’wyn

 

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@TotallyNotRice @Tainga

 

My favourite couple, my dearest friends,

For all the joy and laughter you have brought me, in addition to the tears shed and wept most especially by me, you have been the greatest friends a noblewoman could ever ask for. I am only sorry that I had to tell you both like this, especially through all that we have been together. I will never forget the day, where I stood in the fountain, with Ceru, looking at Auris, as she murmured about you being the most gorgeous girlfriend ever.

 

Auris, thank you for all the emotions that we have felt together,

From anger, to sadness, to joy and laughter. You have always been there to keep my head afloat, you have always stayed by my side. From the day that we decided to smash bottles together, to laughing about the struggles of being a noble, and moreover, an heir. There is not a moment I will miss your voice, and banter.

 

Ceru’wyn, thank you for all the emotions you put me through,

Even if it was all but a joke and jest, even if there were times that I couldn’t understand you, and the things you do, you have always brought upon me a smile, even in the dimmest of times and situations, where I truly needed an alleviation from the distraught reality was bringing me. I will miss your songs, your jokes, and even the occasional mention of how much you love your wife.

 

Thank you, for all the warmth and delight you brought me,

I’m sorry I couldn’t have said goodbye, better,

I’ll forever miss you both.

 

Godferik

 

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@TheBreak

 

Mo laoch beag, my sehn,

How unfair of me is it to part, when you have finally grown into such a fine gentleman. It only fills my heart with ache as I write, knowing that this will be the second time that you will be experiencing such pain. A pain that I wish I didn’t have to cause, and yet that would be too selfish for me to ask of you, considering the choice I made to take my life, was nothing but my own. 

 

I only pray and hope that you will not scorn me, as much as you had dislike for your natal mother, and that you will instead remember me in ways that are not of loneliness, not of heartache; but the warmth and fondness I had for you, in the moment you chosen to call me your mother. The day that we had realized we were but two wandering souls, the day I had found myself longing for children of my own, the day that you had shared with me, that you viewed me, as your guardian and caretaker. Godferik, you had flipped the world on its back, and shown me the love that I thought I would never get to see, in my forty-years. 

 

The only wish I had is more time with you. More time to adventure, more time to fight side by side. More time to see you grow, and perhaps assume a wife. How I wish I would get to see you get married, to see you, have children of your own. How I wish I could get to see you grow, one last time, as you take care of me even when I get old. 

 

My son. 

Do not ever stop fighting for the forlorn, do not stop fighting for the weak. Do not stop finding the drive to keep persevering and facing the many conflicts that will be sure to pass. You are my son. And even if not by my blood, you were the best decision I had ever made, in my sixty years of living.

 

I love you, my Rikky. 

 

Iduna

 

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@liz

 

My darling Iduna,

From the moment that you had set foot back upon the soils of Numendil with your mother, my only heartache will be that I will not get to be there as you continue to grow, to see you flourish, not only as a descendant O’Rourke, but as my niece, whom I regarded and saw, as a daughter of my own. I had always admired your tenacity, your wit and your grace. And I had always seen hope in you, as the future - The places I could not reach. You have achieved even more than I did when I was your age, and I watch you continue to thrive. I can only imagine how selfish it is for me to abandon you, much like your mother and father.

 

My darling, 

Forgive me for not being able to keep my head above water. For not being able to stay afloat. Forgive me for not being able to be there, especially when I had promised you, that you were not alone. Forgive me for not being able to persevere as you do, for I was too weak.

 

Do feel shame for the fact that I have chosen my fate, for as I write this, I only beg that you keep this promise: To find humility within those who you hold dear. Iduna, do not find shame in the choices that you have made, live boldly, loudly, and without fear, and know that even as I disappear, you will never truly be alone.

 

I am so proud of you, Iduna.

I am so honoured to be your aunt.

 

I will miss you, my Cennasaí.

 

 

 

 

Thank you to all who has RPed with me during my time with Faeleth. And most especially thank you to @Callyand @Bonesfor giving me Naoise to play when I had returned from my 2-3 year hiatus from LOTC. From the moment I got to play her and be able to build her story, I am so grateful that the two of you had reached out to me and thought of me immediately to play Maeril and Edwyn's daughter in a comfy and safe environment. Ultimately, this wasn't the ideal way I had imagined to PK her, but even then, I of course had to give my tragic, irish lady, her due with a tragic and woeful ending. I had chosen to PK her as an end of an Era for playing her. I had gotten burnt out, ran out of ideas for her on how to progress and develop as a character to point where it had stagnated.

 

Thank you for reading thus far, and hopefully you can catch me on another character <3.

 

[veganwalmart 1059]

The metallic cacophony of chains resounded through Iduna's ears as she lay in her chambers amidst the black of night, woken from a horrible, lonesome nightmare. She had been stuck, fastened to the stone beneath her by a flurry of blackened, spectral chains as a blizzard formed with her at its heart. So terribly cold, she had been - so alone. She woke with a start to find that terrible chorus of metal in her ears, ever-ringing.

 

Dry. Her throat was so dry, as if whipped raw by callous frost. She lifted a hand to it, and winced at the tenderness she found. Hastily, she collected a candle from the coffer at her beside, lighting it with a dying ember of the fire in her hearth. Drowsily, then, she set off for the kitchens, the puny, flickering light of her candle lighting the path she would have known in total darkness. As she rounded the stairway that led to Al'Ildic's kitchen, she was met with the bustle of servants milling about, their heads hung low as they whispered commands and entreaties amongst themselves. Strange, she thought, for this time of night. Still, she could not be rid of that grating scrape of metal that danced between her eardrums.

 

"What is the meaning of this?" She called to a passing servant, lifting her candlestick to regard her. The chambermaid could not bring herself to speak, only to turn, snapping, to another, who extended a sealed parchment Iduna's way. The clanking of chains grew to a roar in Iduna's ear as she accepted it, her brow creased. She fetched her water and was on her way to her quarters once more.

 

Alone. Alone. Alone. This was the chanting that accosted Iduna's senses now, a new chain sinking into the sinew of her heart with each repetition. Faeleth had promised. She had sworn. Faeleth was a woman of her word. She could not have meant for this to happen - for Iduna to be left so terribly alone. She could not fathom this: the only mother she had ever known, stripped from her so soon after she returned home. A metallic acidity rose in Iduna's throat as her eyes darted over and over across the parchment, searching for some clue to its meaning. All she found was solitude.

 

 

[Cass_the_Scribe 40]

Hands trembled in the cold winds of the North as they gently gripped a parchment.  A letter arriving from Ildon always heralded the news and kindness of her most beloved liege, her dearest friend. Yet when the knight of roses opened the letter and read what she had received...bloody tears dripped onto the letter.

Every breath burned with regret and loathing, with grief and hate as memories of their friendship ran through her mind. When they had bonded of sharing the burden of a curse, when they had fought the trolls and man-eating frogs as squire and lady, when she had been knighted and they drank the night away. Both fought and bled together upon the mountain and dreamed of a better world..of a better Ildon. They had always been there for one another since they met...but now it felt as though when she needed her most...Hildegarde had failed her dearest friend...had abandoned her in her time of greatest need. Could she have saved her from whatever had ailed her...Could she have saved what both had dreamed since they had first met?

 

These questions raced in the Knights mind before she gently looked up, closed her eyes, and let out a ragged sigh as tears of crimson ran upon her near porcelain cheeks.

"Then the dream of Ildon is ended with you...perhaps it was only meant to be so..."

 

The blood-stained parchment was folded away and tucked into the knight's cuirass. Blood dripped upon her armour, another final reminder of the woman she had loved so...and the woman she had lost so very suddenly. Without a word to any who passed her by...Ser Hildegarde disappeared into the woods of Norland, where none would find her until she wished to be found. The only signs of her presence were the cries of anguish upon the wind and a trail of bloody tears.

 

Edited January 21, 2025 by Cass_the_Scribe

[TheBreak 45]

While the newly knighted young man, Godferik var Ruthern, the adopted son of the O'Rourkes, read the contents of his letter, tears ran down his cheek and his vision blurred with tears, agony and anger.

 

The man fell to his knees with a thud and curled down to a ball on the ground. Not a moment later, he let out the loudest scream he had ever before.

 

"WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?"

 

Droplets of tears fell to the wooden floor below him. His fingers dug into his face, trying to tear it off. The young man screamed, even when it hurt, until there was no sound left.

 

The woman who had filled the whole his biological mother had left... GONE, only leaving a larger one instead. The warm, comforting touch of a mother never to be felt again.

[Ninjay 1184]

No words came. None would have done justice.

All that came was a cry, anguished and mournful, which rose from the earth to the heavens above.

A few different choices, some greater wisdom on his own part, and it could have been avoided. Some different outcome, better than this. Anything would be better than this.

But this was what had happened. And so, Jay Amaranth persisted. Reconciling that which he saw in himself for his part in such an ending, against the merciful compassion which that beloved woman had gifted unto him.

He was wicked; he was forgiven. He was loathsome;

. . . He was loved.

[beetle 3315]

 

The letter had reached the docks, the carrier ran to the Princess Royal - stopping her in her tracks.
"Oh? What is this?" A gloved hand reached for the notice, reading it over. Once. Twice.

 

She couldn't believe it.

The girl she grew jealous of, the girl she admired, the girl she wished to be. Now dead.

 

The world was cruel, Eriantiel knew that. "May you rest well. They won't forget you."

[VoidDimensions 280]

Runagleth read the missive many times trying to understand HOW what she was reading was true. after some long hours of just staring at the paper.

Once the orcess overcame her grief, she stood up and went to warm up an icy cold chocolate chip cookie and leaving it at Faeleth's manor doorstep

 

[DahStalker 3692]

Somewhere within that idyllic solace of a possible afterlife - or perhaps manifested one - stood a Scyfling woman. Her lips strewn with a warm smile upon the arrival of that now deceased O'Rourke. "Hej, little goat." Elia Eryka greeted, palm extending outward. A spitting image of her father in life, though less battered with scars, and far less burly. "Wisdom tells me, you are much like your fadir, ja? Bold in temper. Come, we shall walk and talk, until your fadir and modir joins us." Idly did her gaze drift to that vast unyielding horizon, as if she could spot her son below, no doubt now in mourning. "Do you like goat milk?" 

[Cally 1080]

The gods, those all above were cruel to Maerîl this night. From their place lightly below did she wake to the sound of chains rattling, and a knock at her door. . . 

The Matriarch squirmed from her quilts, and shuffled to meet the sound.

To her horror was a note handed to her. Upon her rough unfurl was she met with the strung, a strung deep in her heart breaking so violently. A scream came over her.

"MY BABY, MY BABY!" 

 

. . .

Collapsing to the floor, the mother cried as large hands came to console her from the innards of her chambers, hands that trembled too for the loss of something so magnificent. ( @Bones)

 

 

 

From those days forth, the Matriarch had naught expressed a smile, her mouth never inclining even at the greatest jape. She was numb, numb at the thought that this was all her doing. . . That she had never heard Naoise, the babe that she held in her womb, the second child that mirrored features of the High Lady. The babe was hers, in ways that many couldn't understand.

She had failed.

She had let her baby girl down.

She had made her closest daughter feel so suffocated that she took her life.

She was a terrible mother.

...

The woman would never be the same, but continued on, mournfully, in her honor.

[Bones 180]

A gentle, sparse clatter of wooden cutlery bounced off of the hollow halls of Elias' point, the only sounds heard elsewhere the muffled sobs of Naoise's mother. Alone at the head of an empty table sat Edwyn, idly toying with a bowl of stew that had long since gone cold and untouched, his stony gaze fixed upon the curdled contents. With each clack of the spoon upon the bowl's edge he seemed to blink back into reality for a moment, only to succumb to the same languid stupor as before.

His spare hand pressed upon the top of a small bound leather book, glued to it by the paralyzing combination of fear and morbid curiosity. Just as a thumb dared to lift its corner came a voice, "My Lord?"  A cautious servant, teetering on their heels. The presence stirred the old man from his despair long enough to spark a feeling of guilt and shame at the state in which he must have looked, he gave a dismissive wave for the servant to whisk away his untouched meal, and stood himself up. How long had he been sat there? His legs felt numb and his back crooked... 

The sorrowful song of his wife finally caught in his ears, and for a moment he found peace in the sadness they both shared, and his desire to sooth it. His heavy legs, stirred by unconscious devotion to take him to her, clipped clumsily upon the corner of a chair, and in an instant his sorrow, guilt, and shame caught upon the Aenguelic fury that burned in him, like oil over flame. The heavy oaken chair was hoisted up over Edwyn's head for his own carelessness, and slammed down upon the centre of the table with such ferocity that the thing buckled in its centre and caved in the middle, flinging ornaments and crockery soaring into the air only to come back down with a cacophony of chimes, clangs, and dizzying swirls.

More wanton destruction followed as he stomped his way over the littered floors of his hold, kicking and stamping at any cup, plate, or bowl that dared brush a foot; though by the time he had reached the stairs his near maddening anger seemed to dissipate as quickly as it had come on. Not even rage could linger long in his heart, falling through the hole left by his daughter's untimely death. He staggered up the steps, following the sobs of his beloved in the hope she might teach him how to grieve.

 

( @Cally@jihyunah )

 

[sam33497 7356]

 

[jihsoo 746]

4 minutes ago, sam33497 said:

 

 

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Adding this song as the final one in the playlist I made for her. Absolutely chilling and haunting. I love it :)

 

[KidKrinkles 2043]

Victor eyed the missive in his hand. He'd received many letters these days; from skeletal wings from once tormentors, both taunting and informative, to reports from the Wardens he now oversaw.

 

But few letters did come from Ildon. A pause. His mind wandering to thoughts of his son... though he knew he did not write. A sinking dread felt within the thin-vessel of the envelope.

 

The man did idly draw the knife along the seam and remove the paper within, an eye scanning as it always did. His gaze lingering upon them as he'd freeze with realization.

 

A passing.

 

He did lean back in his chair, in the basement of his camp amidst his books and correspondences. He'd simply close his eye and let his head tilt back, slowing his breathing. His first thoughts were of poor Maeril, and Edwyn... he couldn't even begin to imagine the loss, and the grief. He would need to make himself available to his friends.

 

Fleeting memories did cross his mind though. Mostly of the Mountain. They had shared a connection; by enduring the trials, and their shared pact. He'd remember the ferocity of her fighting against a frozen lake, with ice-cladden corpses marionetted into action.

 

I wouldn't raise a burden, Victor. Maeril had assured him of her; the matriarch's blessing before the venture. She had not been, nor had he thought she would be.

 

... He had wished he had learned  ̶i̶f̶  how they could free themselves of their pact, their curse, before any one of them had to die. A pit welling in his stomach at the idea.

 

...

...

...

 

[StrongBear 1239]

"Lachie, ma said not to play on the stairs!"

 

Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk....

 

There he stood in the midst of chaos as the  house  was changed from something fruitful and full  of  life to sadness and mourning.  His perpetual smile that  he  always carried was gone, for Lachlan  knew what sadness  was, but to have to deal with such first hand.  Despite holding his head high as his sister  would've wanted,  the tear streaks down his cheeks paint a different story. He was her  right hand and  she was his left, their bond was truly something unforgettable as siblings. Lachlan was the witty, annoying younger brother, Naoise was  the sweet, caring, tender older sister. They were two peas  in  a pod, even on occasion  they'd take  the time to match their wardrobe accordingly for the event.

 

Even if Lachlan wanted to lose his  voice, dare never to speak a word again,  that just wasn't his place. He  had to be there for his family, more than ever now. However, he kept his distance, he couldn't even handle the warmth of a  hug from his wife nor his mother. He didn't  just  lose his sister, but he  lost his best  friend, the one person  he could always turn  too  when  he needed advice.

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Once more thank you to all the wonderful responses to the PK Post,  and thank you for enjoying the creative writing piece that I had made for her. This was my first time ever writing a PK post, EVER.
Furthermore, thank you to all the stories you have shared with Faeleth-Naoise O'Rourke whilst I played her. I initially didn't realize how much of an impact it would be to have her PKed, and even moreso, didn't expect to have so many responses/questions on her passing away and my choice to PK her.

I had a few questions come up to me in DMs, 
and just so that I can clear the air (and organize those DMs).

I thought that I might clarify it here in case some things were not clear on her death/my choice to stop playing her:

 

 

1.What happened to Faeleth? How did she die?

Faeleth did kill herself, I just didn't want to blatantly say that she had killed herself with a knife. That is to too generic to say, and not so flavourful, so I wanted to do it in a way that left people wondering what did she do die? Those who read between the lines can understand that she had stabbed herself to death in the midst of having an overwhelming and weighty Divination. She had always suffered visions and prophecies, long before being a Palmreader, so I had imagined that the last few ones she had before her death were ones that pushed her to her demise.

 

2. Are you leaving LOTC? Are you okay?

I am not leaving LOTC, I chose to PK Faeleth as a choice of my mental health. There were a lot of things going on with her, and moreover, for those who knew, she was the Heiress O'Rourke. Leading a fiefdom/community in itself can be a draining and lengthy process that can take a toll on one's mental health - and it just so happened that it took a toll on myself. I'm choosing to prioritize my own peace + mental health over mineman :) That is not to say, that I'm not playing any other characters, I have one character that I am active on right now, and that's Safiyaa Vourkehardt.

 

3. Will anyone else find out about Faeleth-Naoise's death?

Yes, people who interacted with Faeleth outside of Numendil can find out about her death, though it would most likely happen IRP from someone who knows about her passing. I haven't forgotten Faeleth's outside of the Realm buddies. <3 Just don't metaplay the people who received the letters or the letters themselves :) 

 

4. Does this mean that you aren't part of House O'Rourke/Numendil anymore?

While it's true that I won't be doing anything House O'Rourke related anymore, I will be finishing off what I can to make sure that the transition to whoever is Heir next goes smoothly. I think it'd be unfair to just PK and not do anything else- It is already a hassle to run a vassal, it's even moreso harder to even transition into leading one. After that though, no, I will not be doing anything O'Rourke related anymore, but will still be in Numendil with my Vourkehardt making waves a different way through that character.

 

 

Anyways, that is about it. If anyone else has questions aside from the most common ones here,

or has more personal questions in mind, my DMs are always open to you :)

Thank you again for enjoying Naoise, as much as I enjoyed playing her
<3