[Shelf] A Final Adventure

[Gustando 1990]

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As the first light broke the darkness of night, Jeffrey woke within the chambers of his abode. It was a regular day, a day like every other. However, the old, unaging alchemist had finally settled his mind. He was finally content with all that he did, the memories that he held. He had finally decided it was time to return to family.

 

Withdrawing his bags, equipment, and necessities, he set out on a final journey across Braevos. He ventured through mountains, forests, and the sprawling cities of men, elves, orcs, and dwarves. He had never been a man of people, keeping to himself and his own devices. His decisions were often made on a whim, guided by his pupils and projects. Yet, as he traveled, he felt this was right. The solitude suited him, even as the world buzzed with life around him. This was his path, and he walked it without regret.

 

As his journey stretched onward, his thoughts drifted to the comrades he had cherished, their names echoing like whispers in the corridors of his mind—Oijin, Peter, Brandt, Siegwald and Tilrelasiol. Each one carried a weight, a story, a bond forged in trials and triumphs. He had long understood his place in the world: a relic of a bygone era, a living tome etched with the names of those who had fallen, their memories preserved only in the depths of his heart.

 

After scaling a peak, he had settled within a mountain somewhere in the land of Braevos. Withdrawing a pile of salts, he spread them about himself in a circle, before drawing runes upon them. With a sudden, decisive motion, his hand shot forward, piercing the very fabric of reality. He grasped at the unseen threads, pulling them apart with a force that seemed to defy the natural order. A rift opened before him, a swirling vortex of light and shadow. He paused, casting one last, lingering glance over his shoulder, his eyes filled with a bittersweet mixture of nostalgia and determination.

 

With a final, steadying breath, he stepped into the rift, leaving Braevos behind. The past was now a memory, and his future lay ahead, among the stars, among family.

 

 

@Sorcerio

 

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Was a fun ride. Probably my last post on Lotc.

 

[tasty_cheesecake 2298]

Kosuke, himself traveling (though bound to the realm of Braevos) noticed over time that his run-ins with his uncle dwindled to zero. He wouldn't figure out what became of Jeffrey for a long while, just figuring they attended different haunts perpetually.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Silence...

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"See you, Space Cowboy. . ." Oijin spoke fused to the shoulder blade of a brain-dead divine slaying demons in the hyper-war.

 

[DahStalker 3692]

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mr de wees no..... NO!

 

[HugoAntero 1962]

"HRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The distant screams of a fractured soul echo through into Jeffrey de Wees' mind involuntarily.

[FlemishSupremacy 6115]

Elathion was deeply saddenned by the departure of one of the few remaining Freeblades. He'd miss Wissy dearly. 

[wowj 9747]

The rotten remains of a once Kingly Ogre hushed out into the abyss;

"...Jeffrey... De..... Weees....."

[trinn 5128]

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My... boy....?