An Explosive End [PK]

[ReverseNebula 373]

Okar'sil

Artist: Gloomsie

A name, one regarded as Friend, to many who had known him.

It was a name, many called a Hero, due his delves prior with the Ak'Vei expedition unto the under darks most treacherous depths.

It was name, who's end, was brought in his own selflessness.

 

Okar'sil had many parting words, to many a folk that day.
A quip towards Sebastian, to meet safely.
A lie to his children, so that they would not worry.
A promise, to the woman he treasured, that he return ever so safely.

 

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FEAR,

Was one of the final things, that so violently coursed through Okar's mind,

Blood was pouring from his thigh, after an arrow tipped with Azhl tore across his thigh - it set forth an overwhelming,

racing, sense of dread as an internal timer began to tick with that crimson life blood that sept from within.

 

Step after Step, Okar got closer and closer to that Dreadknight that lumbered, threatening to tear Celadon's head from his shoulders. That same knight, as it cleaved off the Templar's shoulder, and was subsequently recoiled - was left wide open.

Okar was within range, and his mind was set.

 

Contentment.

Was the next thing that followed, as Okar reached his target, unaware of the fate that he had just sealed.

His left hand flung its prepared potion, that was so desperately clutched for the Rangers who stood behind it, shielded, protected.

 

No More.

Okar's right hand detonated so violently as it hit the Dreadknight's core.

Such a violent expansion, saw his bones snap, and his flesh twist - and then the plate-armor begun to ripple with the newfound tearing force, as rune and orb was shattered - so too was the body of Okar'sil.

As the beast lumbered unto its death due the newfound debris, and the Ranger's became open to their newfound, slow demise of stone. . .

 

One Arrow.
Two.
They found their mark, first amidst his shoulder, then amidst his Neck.

Okar shambled forth only one more time, as a choked gasp is given, and then his knees find dirt, respite

and that gasp, slowly seeps into nothingness as Okar's head slowly leans forward, resting - he could finally rest, his wounds seeped...

 

Okar never expected to see her here, that radiant smile that he so pleasantly enjoyed.

The arms, that so warmly held him in his times of strife.

Those words that so softly kept him active.

 

His head, gently came to lay amidst her arms, promising to forego his pain.

To hold him.

To Love Him.

Artist: Cherullen

And thus, as his eyes closed, and a smile tugged at his lips.

The Storm that Okar brought upon, slowly died out - into the warm, soothing ocean waves.

Okar died victoriously, amidst his enemies.

 

 

 

Neveahli's adventures, continue on.

 

 

 

 

 

Edited February 12, 2025 by ReverseNebula

[Sarven 2619]

A grim silence purveys the dark realms below...

For another has fallen into its clutches

[iris1612 1780]

A sea-captain crumpled the missive, and bore a gauntleted arm up to wipe away her tears with uncaring steel, and vowed this upon hearing of her friend's departure:

 

"He will have a warrior's funeral."

[wytch 870]

Vella stood silent in the clinic beside his body, staring at the wall of the stall with trembling hands. She was too late, there was nothing to be done to help him, the spark of life had faded and moved beyond. "I'm sorry, Okar'sil." She whispered. "I'm sorry for what I said, and that I never got to apologize to your face." Tears began to well up in the corners, leaking down her cheeks.

 

"Rest well, for you were a good man. You saved many today."

[Weebmaster36 390]

After Sasha broke the news to Kelpie, the two of them rode in silence to Jun Lei. And once Xil led them to the clinic, did Kelpie feel the grand weight of what had happened.

 

Kelpie, once having seen the body, leaned over to kiss the cold lips and offer a final farewell. "I loved you, and I always will love you." - "My shining star, forever you will have my heart."

[Neropolitan 108]

Slowly the priestess had dragged that gleaming axe behind her. All the way to Nevaehlen. Its glimmering austere metal an affront to all that she had experienced in those depth. Under her own power she moved forwards before coming to a collapse. Half-heard words echoed through a shattered mind. Wrought with anger and pain. She relented, another carried her to the clinic where pain begot focus. An oath made in solemn burning promise. "I'm going to kill.. every last one of those rotten ******* bastards.." Came the words that poured from the priestess' lips past tearstained cheeks. "They will pay.. For what they have wrought."  She spoke, her remaining gauntlet clutched tight about the axe now carrying the weight of another atop its already hefty price.

Edited January 23, 2025 by Neropolitan

[DistantCryptid 405]

A particular-looking elf had gone along on such a plunder, after many asks, after much convinving, they had done their time in hell fighting the Mori when they had first appeared, yet their conscience sat heavy with their inaction, and so they delved along that group.

 

They had not seen the arrow that took his life, not seen the body, their broken, useless arm hanging limply to their side, they heard the name as grief took over the rest of their comrades, most injured, but alive, alive to complain, alive to grieve. 

 

The realization they were right about him, that he was, indeed the kind one buries young only hit them in the privacy of their home, they had carried their peers back to safety, they had taken their niece to say her goodbyes to him.

Oh how they hated being right. 

Edited January 23, 2025 by DistantCryptid

[DizzyGrey 1229]

Yhl’Flaaowni looked over the corpse of Okar’sil impassively during that trek to the camp, following the battle.

 

Compassion for a non-Kha was a rare enough thing for her to feel. And it was not compassion that she felt, for the dead or those left grieving.

 

However, it had been Okar’sil’s actions that had kept her own people safe. An ambush such as that… Well. She had the new bolt wounds to prove how dangerous that would have been to the few Kharajyr in the party.

 

A sign is made once in private. That of Metztli. 
 

Time would pass. But that which he spent with those that cared for him would matter, and be remembered.

 

It was all she was willing to do.

[ASpookyDream 9]

Big shoutout to you for playing Okar and for being such an awesome part of the RP for Fenric and so many others. Seriously, you made the dynamic between Fen and Okar feel so real, and it’s been a blast to play off of everything you bring to the table. Hate to see that end and for the RP to come to a finish, truly playing your brother was one of the most fun and rewarding experiences.

Anyways thanks for all the effort and creativity you’ve put in made for some of the best moments I’ve had in RP. Can’t wait to see where you take things next.
P.S. Fen would of beat Okar in our next fight he has been training <3 

[EndRealms 132]

Xilvyre stands, staring down at her now-dead brother with silent tears streaming down her face, though hidden by her visor. Memories flashed through her mind- from play fighting with him a few elven days ago, to that fateful evening at the Squid Mani rite where they had met. All of it, gone in an instant. But she pushes her almost overwhelming grief down- for now, there's work to do.

Spoiler

ooc- But thank you so much Neb, for deciding to come up and interact with me. If not for you (and Fen lol) I probably wouldn't still be playing on LOTC. I always looked forwards to interacting with Okar, and I'm forever grateful that I was able to play his lari'onn. May you have many more fun adventures in your new persona :)

 

[Captain Jester 238]

The expedition was supposed to be a great story that an honored warrior or a beguiling bard to tell, to regale an eager audience - not a harrowing memory. The first time the young mali'ker saved Celadon - it happened fast. Now, the unchecked strength of Celadon's hubris led Okar'sil to his end; that's what Celadon believed at least. You can always replace a limb with the right connections, but you could never replace the very soul that was lost this fateful day.

Celadon thought of Okar'sil so highly, praised him for his work but now he could barely utter the words 'legendary' without it's blade twisting inside his heart. When his icy gaze had  met with the Dreadknight's lifeless visage, the Templar had already accepted his own demise - he was a fool to assume Okar'sil would accept that fact.

Who was the one at fault here? Truly.

Celadon did not run when he should've while Okar'sil had recklessly ran in with two dangerous concoctions.

Celadon knew his own answer.

 

Later, Celadon sat over the edge of his bed. Free of his armor, and within the comfort of his blanket in his lounge-wear. He was surrounded by the three automaton companions that he had collected over time. A golden dragon, a sea dragon, and a singular golden retriever. The dragons resting over at his feet while the dog rested its metallic head on top of his lap, its curious eyes fixed upon its owner's pondering gaze.

"He believed himself to be lesser than a hero." The templar said aloud. "But he was more than that, he was a good friend with a brave heart. He was young..." Celadon laid down on his bed then, allowing the metallic dog to snuggle up to him. "But he was grown enough to understand his own decisions. I will forever be grateful and indepted to him, even in memory."

 

[Star Whale 115]

Sebastian stared at the elf who merely hours ago spoke of meeting once again in Jun Lei now a body on the heated stone of the Underdark his arm missing and arrow wounds on his neck and shoulder he thought about his last words to him as they returned his body to the village Sebastian arriving soon after once his work was complete as he sat in the clinic looking over the hand crossbow he made for him a simple gift one given to him out of necessity for future battles now it serves as the only thing he has left of the elf who he only just began to befriend while not sharing the same history as many of the others in Ak'vei he still mourned for him wondering about all the possible interactions the two might have had should things have gone differently alas fate would not allow it to be so  ".....thanks for the crossbow...." he spoke aloud as if expecting Okar to answer back from the other room  "....I doubt this was what you meant by reconvene..." he would jest to himself trying to cope with his grief the best he could 

[Tav 4336]

A palm of lumber and druidic origin brushed against the back of the mundane counterpart, as the Prisgoth drifted in a bout of thought; An inescapable tragedy befell the newly-deemed Norväyn, so early and so abrupt. Though to live by the hunt is to die for it, an untimely death that Okar'sil himself recognized -- With these observations, the monotoned man struggled to preserve any somber or mourn. 

But at the very least, a hookah could be lit in his honour; A poor excuse to get high that night. 

[xo31 3979]

A Chef from the Stars poured one out, for today, 

 

"The world lost a hero."

[Kudos 188]

"Muun teomaca pehua ica terohuemathuan. Mocehuia. Paqui auh chicahuac." Verachone pressed fist against chitin, reaching down as he gripped the struck-into plate left in Okar'sil's wake. His maw churned, "Moon guide you to triumph alongside your people," he'd translate, "To rest. To be happy and healthy." The man took breath in his exhaustion, giving a dazed frown. . .

And so he sat amidst branch and breeze. Let the winds be coarse and wild. Let life offer its comfort and joy—for they did have joy. For they all did sit in comfort with one another, engaged in smiling grace. A peoples he built around him, and a peoples who did come to respect him.

"This one saw warrior amongst warrior." — "And now this one has seen you, Okar'sil Norväyn. And now this one will be here. Where you are not. To hold your stories that you should have never needed to be held."

And so the 'Tigrasi frowned, taking breath.

"You fought as warrior should. And this one had gotten to see you go. Has gotten to take breath when you no longer have." He took a moment, then a somber smile.

"Ma xipatinemi, pertahuan." — "Farewell, my friend."