Death couldn’t take her without a storm.

[MightyMott 48]

 

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Casting a glow upon the darkness that sought to consume her. Every tale must find its end, yet in the great tapestry of life, each ending is but the herald of a new beginning. Death, a specter most cruel, had often walked beside Willow, a silent companion who had taken much yet granted her wisdom in equal measure. The first to be claimed was her uncle, her first mentor, the man who had taken her in when her mother could no longer bear the burden. His passing had set her upon a path most tumultuous, a path that she feared she would never escape. But as the fates wove their threads, all fell into place once more.

Love found her anew—a love unlike any before: Carli, the light in her darkened world, the keeper of her heart. Though no vows had been spoken, their dreams wove them together as tightly as any marriage might. In time, Carli brought Ezau into their lives, a child Willow cherished as her own, and with them, there was never a day untouched by laughter or adventure. Yet as Willow often believed, every tale must reach its final page. The shadow of death loomed ever nearer, and at last, it took Carli from her arms. She had long feared this moment, long dreaded the day she would be left adrift without her beloved. Where Willow walked, there had Carli always been, and in her absence, it seemed all had been lost.

And yet, from sorrow’s ashes, hope once more took root. Her clan, her kinsmen, and her dear ones—Zephyr, Ezau, and Charlotte, Carli’s mother—all stood steadfast beside her, lending their strength to her own. And when she thought her tale had reached its twilight, fate spun another thread. A new love. A new beginning. Kieran Callaghan, her shield, her sword, the man who braved the Long Dark for her, who faced the beasts of the wild to keep her safe. Through trials and triumphs, they remained bound, steadfast in their devotion, no matter the tempests that sought to pull them asunder.

But a peaceful passing was never to be her fate. Such an end would not have suited Willow’s fiery soul.

The manor stood ablaze, its once-proud halls consumed by flame, the air thick with the scent of burning timber and memories lost. The King’s Moot had driven her kin away, yet she remained, bound by an unshakable tether to the place she called home. If it was to fall, then so too would she, entwined in its final breath. With careful hands, she gathered what remnants she could, leaving behind words for those she loved—whispers upon parchment, sealed with sorrow and farewell.

⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰

The Letters of Willow Sturmstrike

To Irena,

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Though I know not if these words shall ever reach your hands, still, I spare a thought for you now and again. You deserve nothing but the best. Take care, as you always have.

 

To Kieran,

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Where shall I begin? I always believed I would lose you first, yet the fates have played their jest upon us. You were my rock on our darkest nights, my compass when I was lost. I am sorry that this is where our tale must end, but know this—you are stronger, stronger than you know. No matter what becomes of my mortal soul, I shall watch over you and our children, as ever I have. All shall be well.

 

To Auntie Estel,

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As Carli always called you, so too do I. Your carrot cake shall forever bring me joy, and a taste of warmth amidst the cold. I owe you much, more than mere words can express. These are trying times, yet you are as steadfast as any warrior. Trust in your heart, but heed this—perhaps, just once, let go of your stubborn ways. They may yet lead you to brighter days.

 

To my mother,

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Should this letter find you in peace, then I am glad. I spent half my life longing for your embrace, yet now I see with clearer eyes. You sent me away not out of cruelty, but love. For that, I am grateful beyond measure. My life has been rich and full, and you are to be thanked for it. If ever you can, seek out your grandchildren—they are a gift beyond reckoning.

 

To Charlotte,

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You shaped me more than I can say. Though you did not walk alone upon that path, you gathered my shattered pieces when I could not. Perhaps now, I shall see her again. And you—rest, knowing that your daughters are together once more. Be well.

To Orin,

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A friend. A mentor. This is not the farewell we had envisioned, yet know this—it is not the end. We shall meet again, though not in the way you might seek.

To Sindri, my fool of a cousin,

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It pains me to admit it, but I am glad for the bond we share. Luckily, you shall never hear those words spoken, only read them. Take care of yourself, and by the All-Father, and be gentler with your patients.

To Regalis and Phen,

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It has been a pleasure to live alongside the two of you even in our not-so-pleasant moments, talking about you, Regalis, but I can’t imagine a better place to have found my family.

To Lorcan, my wise kin,

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Your kindness shall carry you far, as it ever has. I can scarcely imagine the wonders that await you and your kin. It has been a blessing to dwell near you in Dunrath. May fortune ever smile upon you.

To Dahlia, my sister,

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I pray you have found peace, even if it means returning to our mother. Take heed—do not bring more into the world nor seek to lessen it. And perhaps, let go of some of your bitterness. It may serve you better than you think.

To my kinsmen,

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Serving as your chieftain has been an honor beyond words, though I must apologize for the chaos I often left in my wake. You are more than warriors; you are my family, and for that, I am ever grateful.

To Rhyserion,

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A dear friend, a loyal kinsman. You led me to places unknown and introduced me to circles I would never have dared enter. Ever were you, my protector, despite my stubborn heart. May the sun shine ever upon your path.

To Sissle,

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Where does one begin with you? My first friend, my most steadfast companion. Our bond is one I have never known with another. Thank you for being a sister to me, and helping me to break down some of my stubborn walls, you always did know how to find my weak spots. Stay strong, and stay wild. You have always carved your path—never let that change. 

To Vali,

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As I grew, you and Grimm were the closest I ever had to a father. For that, I am grateful. You allowed me to be the Little Storm I was born to be. Even though our adventures were few, each held a special place in my heart. 

To Farian,

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My teacher, and soon after my friend. You had given me such a purpose when I thought I’d lost it all. Learning from you, and fighting beside you. I do hope you continue to teach, or at the very least continue your practice.

To Vicnan,

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Another mentor of mine, though we have had quite a peculiar bond, and one I will cherish even as I meet my end. You need not worry about the Ferrets; they are safe and sound with family. I hope you someday find peace, and your happiness again.

To my beloved children—

Ezau,

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Blood or not, you are mine, as surely as the sun rises and sets, and my heart swells with pride for you. I will be forever grateful for the day Carli found you and brought you aboard our ship, and later into our home. You have been a gift beyond measure, and nothing in this world could make you dearer to me.

Zephyr,

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My second-born, you are brave and sharp of mind, but never let your hunger for knowledge wane, for it will lead you to wonders beyond imagining. The time is near when you must step forward as a leader, but do not fear—wise counsel and loyal friends stand ready to guide you. Watch over Kieran as if he were your own, just as your mother and I will watch over you, even when our eyes have closed upon this world.

Tamsin and Rian, my first pair, and Lorcan and Revna, my second,

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You share a bond stronger than iron, truer than any sworn oath. Hold fast to one another, for family is a gift that many are not blessed to know. Let no force in this world pull you apart; stand together, as the roots of the mighty ashwood entwine beneath Aevos.

Know this, my children—I love you beyond words, beyond measure. You have strong mentors and a father who will guide you well. Be steadfast, be true, and may fortune smile upon you all your days.

⊱─━━━━⊱༻●༺⊰━━━━─⊰

Thus, as the manor’s walls crumbled and the flames roared high into the heavens, Willow met her fate unyielding, her heart as fierce as ever. She did not pass with the stillness of a whisper but with the blaze of a storm—undaunted, unbowed, and unforgettable.

OOC

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It has been such a fun and wild ride playing Willow, thank you to everyone who made it so.

 

[tadabug2000 4924]

"Wha'?" The singular word was the only thing for the young Tamsin Callaghan to say. She was terribly young, and could not understand the concept of her mother being lost. The Adunian still had not even fully understood the loss of her sister, or the new baby which screamed her lungs out, until Tamsin herself would turn red in the face with frustration. And so she waited, sat upon the steps of her home, for her mother to return. The occasional pebble is thrown, skipping down, and as the day darkens to night - she'd begin to sniffle.

[RedeemedAidan 1125]

Somewhere, someplace, a soul stirred.

 

It was time.

 

Much work was to be done, a harvest was to be had.

 

[Lunan_EXE 223]

Chief Estel Foxtrot-Anarórë arrived on her horse to the sight of the manor; feeling her heart ache as she dismounted from the horse. She had been told that her niece had gone missing, and perhaps that had led her to believe there was something recoverable of her beloved kin, but as she watched the building's foundations collapse into a pile of smoke, ash, and flames, she knew in her heart that there would be nothing but grief in her future.

During their first interaction, Estel had told her niece Chief Willow Sturmstrike that she would not cry, for it made her look weak. Now, stumbling upon her niece's last resting place, she could do nothing but weep.
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Far away, Regalis Sturmstrike felt a disturbance in the force, and they are filled with a sudden grief.

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"A Tragedy." Vykk shakes his head, a wave of anguish washes over him "The Father will have his hands full with her." he lofts a sorrowful chuckle, pouring himself what was left of his Ashwood spirit.

Grigori says nothing, he stands in the corner, completely motionless, to all outward appearances, he would be dead. He sat there silently, waiting....

[TofuGomi 362]

Clawed hands grasped the letter, reading over it slowly. A small hum left the woman's lips as she sat near a crackling fireplace, scaled legs crossed over one another. The devil stood up, tail swaying behind her as she grasped her cape, throwing it over her shoulders. Headed to the door, she'd mutter to herself, "It seems it is time to get to work."

[Brssssh 9]

The page is ruffled and weather worn by the time it reaches Rhyserion’s hand along with word of the manor’s destruction and Willow’s passing. He read it once, then again, and again. Perhaps a hundred times before finally the candle in his tent burnt out, wax in a pool around its base. His hand would wipe the moisture from his eyes, as he would pour himself a whiskey rather than his normal wine. Raising it in a lonely toast. “May you find your sun, Pinalagos.”

[ChaosDeceived 140]

Luther balled his eyes out at the news of the death of one of his pals. He immediately digs into a large tub of super stuffed cookie dough ice cream made from the same batch of cookies she gave him, which were kept fresh after many years. "NOOOOOO. NOT WILLOW." He screeched with a mouthful of ice cream.

[Calise11 841]

Frigid fingers hovered above the hearth of the Tavern Lyre, trembling as they curled in and out, desperate to summon warmth back into their bones. The cold had seeped deep, settling in her marrow like an unwelcome tenant, numbing her senses—if only it could numb the ache of loss just as easily.

 

Beyond the tavern walls, smoke coiled above the distant woods, rising feverishly in the direction of Dunrobin. They did not falter as the day’s light waned, but instead churned ceaselessly, tangled in the ever-falling snow, a swirling, ashen omen against the dimming sky.
 

Memories flickered back and forth, fragmented and uneven, like torn book pages scattered in the wind. That was all she had now—pieces of time that no longer fit together quite right.
 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sissle’s voice wavered, her weight shifting from foot to foot as she stood within the bowels of a False Church, waiting for their god to smite them both where they stood.
 

"Yes… It’s just for show. We’ll have a proper wedding in Vjardengrad."
 

Begrudgingly, Sissle took Willow’s arm, guiding her down the aisle, their limbs interlocked in reluctant solidarity. In the wake of their passage, a row of flames ignited, casting flickering shadows across the hallowed ground. At the peak of the procession, Sissle turned her gaze upon Kieran—a look sharp enough to strip flesh from bone. If her glare could kill, the man would already bear two smoking holes bored straight through his thick skull.
 

The present moment clawed its way back to her, the bite of the snow sharp as needles against her skin, dragging her from the depths of recollection and back into the cold embrace of reality.

Edited March 1, 2025 by Calise11

[Welkitends 44]

Kira Sturmstrike's soul cries out in pain. She wish she didn't outlived yet another family member. The soul wishes that she could've given more love and attention to Willow. 
 

 

[Aimy_lol 429]

Amethyne solemnly lowered her head as she recollected all the memory she had and knew of Willow. There was not much, as there had always seemed like there was a gap in their lifeline that prevent them of getting close. Yet still, she would remember of the time she took little Willow to a town in the Birch Forest, where they encountered a group of kidnappers and how to duo meticulously chased after one of them to taunt him. "Ha...I'm going to miss you.."

 

Eimelín watched over her little son waddle around the kitchen floors whilst she cook dinner before she noticed a missive laying loose on the counter. She wipes her sticky finger on her apron and unfolded the parchment, carefully reading the contents before her eyes started to water. "No.. No, no!," her tears streamed down on her face as she slowly sat down, head to her knees. "I already lost a friend, now you too, Willow? What is my purpose to stay here now?" Her son, innocent and compassionate, pat his mother on the head and sat besides her while she cried.