[PK Post] A flame extinguished.

[Dyvynarth 68]

A flame extinguised.

[TW: Suicide]

-={Valaendir Ciradyl}=-

187 SA - 217 SA

 

The morning in Celia’nor began like any other—bustling streets filled with merchants calling out their wares, citizens hurrying to their daily business, and the hum of life echoing off marble walls. Yet, amidst all the motion and noise, one soul wandered restlessly.

Valaendir paced aimlessly through the streets, ignoring the greetings and well-meaning words of those who attempted to engage him. His mind was elsewhere, clouded and distant. A wedding was set to take place that day—a joyous occasion for the bride and groom. He should have been happy for them, yet inside, he felt nothing but an aching hollowness.

It had been months since he had last seen Maiya, his fiancée. Her absence gnawed at him, a constant whisper at the back of his mind that he could neither ignore nor silence. He was drowning in the weight of it, and his fragile emotional state only pulled him further under. The knowledge that he had been neglecting the duties he once held so dear did nothing to ease the guilt pressing against his chest.

The day unfolded as expected, the city falling into the natural rhythm of celebration and ceremony. As dawn faded into dusk, the wedding came and went, with Valaendir in attendance. Yet, as the hours crept by, the emptiness within him only grew, gnawing at his resolve and leaving him utterly drained—hollow, exhausted, and alone in a sea of revelry.

Finally, deciding that he could no longer bear the weight alone, Valaendir pulled a friend aside, seeking a moment of solace and understanding. He opened himself up, his words carefully chosen as he tried to lay bare the sorrows that had been tearing at him from within.

Yet, despite Valaendir’s efforts to reach out, it seemed that help had come too late. The cracks in his heart had already deepened beyond repair, and the darkness that clung to him refused to loosen its grip. Though his friend listened and tried to offer comfort, the chasm within Valaendir felt insurmountable, leaving him stranded in his own despair.

In the end, the high elf succumbed to his grief. The weight of Maiya’s absence, the guilt of his perceived failures, and the unrelenting ache in his heart became too much to bear. Step by step, Valaendir fell deeper and deeper into the abyss of his own making, the light that once defined him flickering until it was snuffed out entirely.

He plummeted, unable to find his footing, unable to fight against the tide of despair that had consumed him. And when he fell, he fell alone. 

 

A set of personal letters were sent to the following people.

 

Maiya

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I’ve tried to find the words to express everything I feel, but none of them are enough. None of them could ever capture what you mean to me—or what I’ve become without you.

When you left, you took a piece of me with you. A piece I could never replace, no matter how hard I tried. I know you had your reasons, and I’ll never fault you for them, but I can’t pretend it didn’t leave me hollow. You were my light, Maiya. My guiding star. Without you, I’ve been lost, wandering aimlessly in a darkness I cannot escape.

I wanted so much for us. I dreamed of a life where we would stand side by side, where I could make you proud, where we could face the world together. But I failed.

-Valaendir

Elgras Soltée

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I don’t know where to begin, so I’ll start by saying what I’ve probably never said enough: thank you. You’ve been there for me in ways no one else has, always a steady hand, always a listening ear. I cannot count the times you pulled me from the edge, or the times your words gave me the strength to stand when I thought I could not.
You have given me far more than I ever deserved, Elgras. And yet, I’ve failed you. I’ve failed the faith you placed in me, the guidance you offered, and the bond we shared.
But please don’t think it was your fault. It wasn’t. It never was.
The truth is, the weight I carried was my own. I know you saw it. You always did. But no matter how hard you tried to shoulder it with me, it was mine to bear, and mine to succumb to.
You’re a better man than I ever was, Elgras. A better commander, a better friend. And now, a husband, too. I can only hope your new life brings you the joy you deserve.
a joy I could never seem to grasp for myself. Hold onto it, Elgras. Don’t let it slip through your fingers the way I let everything slip through mine.

Your friend,
Valaendir

Odysseus

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Odysseus, my steadfast friend,

You were there for me when I needed someone most. When the world felt like it was crumbling around me, you stood tall, unshaken, and reached out a hand. You gave me something so rare—your time, your understanding, your unwavering presence. For that, I will always be grateful.

I know you tried to save me, Odysseus. You saw what I was going through, even when I thought I had hidden it well. You saw through the cracks in my armor and tried to hold the pieces together when I couldn’t. You spoke to me as a brother would, offering wisdom, comfort, and hope.

But in the end, my friend, it wasn’t something you could fix. Please don’t carry that weight. You did everything you could. More than anyone else ever has.

The truth is, I was already too far gone. The darkness in my mind had become too vast, too consuming. No matter how much I wanted to reach out and take your hand, I couldn’t find the strength. My failure is mine alone, Odysseus, and I pray you’ll never see it as your own.

Lyriel Ithradryl

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Lyriel, my partner in mischief,

I’m not quite sure how to start this, so I’ll just say it: I’m sorry. Sorry for leaving without warning, for breaking the unspoken pact we seemed to have—one of wit, scheming, and never taking life too seriously.

You were my escape, Lyriel. When the world felt like it was closing in, you gave me something no one else could—a reason to laugh, a reason to think beyond my own tangled thoughts. Whether it was a sly exchange of gossip over wine or one of our elaborate, overly dramatic schemes, you reminded me of life’s lighter moments, the kind that made me feel alive.

I’ll never forget that. And I’ll never forget you.

Akal'Tir Tahorran

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Akhal’Tir, my mentor, my guide, my friend—

You were there for me in ways that few others ever were. When I was lost, adrift in doubt and uncertainty, it was your wisdom that helped anchor me. You didn’t just teach me faith—you showed me how to find meaning, to see the world beyond myself. Through your kindness and patience, you helped me walk a path I never thought I would.
You likely already know why I’m writing this. I’ve come to the end of my path. Despite all your efforts, despite everything you gave me, I couldn’t escape the abyss within. Please don’t see this as a failure of yours. Your guidance saved me more times than I can count. You gave me peace, even if it was fleeting.
If anything, I wish I could have told you this in person: your faith, your kindness, and your unyielding belief in me gave me a strength I never thought I had. Even now, in these final moments, I find a strange comfort in the things you taught me. If there’s peace beyond this life, I hope I will find it.
Thank you.
-Valaendir.

OOC:

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Hello, Dyvy here :D I would first like to thank everyone who helped me shape Valaendir into who he is today. (Sad it had to end like this.) But oh well, all things come to an end some day. And so does Valaendir's story. I truly enjoyed Valaendir for who he was. And I am certain we can make a whole lot more memories in the future. ;2 

 

 

 

[Pearlescent 585]

Mya although unaware of their death would feel a dread from losing their favourite diraar to insult

 

 

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real talk tho Valaendir  was fun to interact with, your great Dyvynarth <3

 

[XoxoMinnieXoxo 784]

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐥'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐈𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬. "𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭, 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬."

[Cheeseycereal 829]

The other Ciradyl could only frown upon hearing this news. Though they did not talk much, it was still rather dreadful news to hear.

[Nivlek 1]

I will miss you, brother.

Life is a constant coming and going of meetings and farewells.

 

[TuggIsHere 54]

One cold night, amidst the wavering warmth of a tent in Val'Taynuel, Akal'Tir sat again at his desk, as had become habit to him. His chair creaked beneath him, and with numb fingers he lit a lamp- it clicked on, the sound lost in the rustling of the tent's fabric in the wind- its dim light, and even dimmer heat, crawled across papers, contracts, and letters which seemed to decorate every free surface of the tent's interior. Akal'Tir smiled, his eyes reflected familiar hand-writing on the letter he now held to the light,

"Ah, missed him last time I was in Celia'nor-"

 

The letter was put down, his hands held now a letter opener- sharp and uncanny. Despite the smile on Akal'Tir's face, the flickering of lamp oil painted the tent in his shadow, in still darkness...

...and then shadow moved, its arm drawing a harsh line, a cut made to free the letter from its bindings- a cut so sharp it was as though that very shadow had sliced through the tent's wall, inviting in the whipping winds outside, and the cold caressed Akal'Tir's neck like the breath of the de-

Nothing. The untouched walls of the tent fluttered on in the breeze.

 

So, why did goosebumps crawl across his skin? Why did his fingers feel again so numb, and his heart again so tense, as he gazed at that deep, dark cut in the letter's envelope?

"Akal'Tir, my mentor, my guide, my friend-"

Akal'Tir's voice seemed deafening in the darkness of the tent, despite the whispering wind, the flickering flames, and the restless beating of his heart.

 

He continued, though his words became weaker, and weaker, his shadow swallowed more, and more of his little room as his head bowed lower, and lower, another deafening sound then playing in rhythm with his heart- the pattering of tears hitting paper.

 

Then the noise stopped. The untouched walls of the tent fluttered on in the breeze, now silent. Everything, silent. His tears, silent.

The World, silent.

 

Akal'Tir's lips pursed, but no words came out. His shadow flickered, again, threatening to swallow him whole. He laid there, still, even as the moon rose higher, and higher, even as the cold seeped deeper, and deeper into the tent. He laid there, still, even as his trustworthy lamp glowed hot, its warmth sacrificed as it burnt itself to nothing- faltering in its limbo against the darkness.

He laid there, still, until the first rays of light shined through the openings around the tent's door.

 

His weary eyes opened, tracing the sunlight around the tent as he rose finally-

"Valaendir, we will meet again, one day, somewhere."

 

 

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Valaendir was an absolute joy to rp with, now Im a bit sad lol. But, who knows what fun amazing new RP lies ahead! Till next time, Dyvynarth.