The Red Spider Lilly [PK]

[TysCreations 459]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWVR6W6wJ_0

 

Timothy loved all plants. He loved all flowers, the red spider lily being his favourite, how fitting for such a determined halfling and yet... now his blood, as red of the blooming flowers themselves, flowed onto the stone and sand floor of hyspia. a valiant final effort to protect those who couldn't protect themselves, just as he had promised all those years ago. after everything, it was time for him to let go, to move on. As the lilies flower the blood falls, dancing in an ironic and twisted yet beautiful way.

Red spider lilies are a way to bid one a final goodby… did you know that? That's why Timothy liked them so much. As I said, it's ironic really, isn't it? Though I suppose it is fitting. Upon the halflings body one could find a will, written out in the same neat handwriting timothy always portrayed, merely an echo of what the halfling was in life;

 

“Hello, whoever finds this, it means I'm probably dead. I hope you are good enough at heart to get these letters to the correct people, wouldn't deny a dead man his final wish would you? Anyway, lets not get too sappy, i have goodbyes to give”

 

“To the kervallens, my family”

 

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“Hello, scarlet, edvard, gwen, mom, dad. I have many words I wish to say, thank you, being one of them. I'm sorry to have left you so early, I would have loved to have stayed longer but it seems its time for me to go now. for you, i leave what is in my bank and my weapons, my shovels.

 

“To The ravens + nepir”

 

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“Hello you lot. Its been a mighty pleasure to stand by you. Tomes, Aserath take care of Iszick and altair, they will need it, they stand by you now. Walter, you can have my arm and keep an eye on Lua for me, i also have an alchemy student i wish for you to look after for me, ill send them your way. Nepir, have the horn, make something useful out of it. Ivacia, your living doll and wonk are in my burrow, safe and sound, if your still around tomes can lead you to them. Goodbye”

 

“To Azra. my once and only lover”   

 

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“There are items within my burrow i want you to have if your willing to come take them, have my alchemical supplies, recipes and whatever's in my room, even my ring. I love you…”

 

“To josif and my kin”

 

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“Hey buddy… im sorry im gone. I leave you my burrow, please, stay with my kin and share everything left within my burrow with them. Thanks for being a friend, wish i could finish telling you my storeis, My kin, im sure we will meet each other again at some point, goodbye”

 

“To Arvel, Rulf, Kerina and Corann”

 

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“Its been a pleasure to know you all. Take care of each other, live your lives well. Farewell”

 

“To Antonia, my first and only student”

 

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“I'm sorry that I cannot help you through the rest of your lessons. Please do go to my good friend walter, i'm sure he will take good care of you and your lessons”

 

“Last but not least, Annacleta”

 

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“I still never gave you that gift, you will find him by your house, take care of him, hell take care of you”

 

"that is it from me, if you wish to hold me a funeral, all i ask, burry me with the flowers, the spider lilys farewell everyone and thank you"

 

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OOC: Hey folks! its been quite a ride with one of my longer standing characters and i know hell be missed dearly my many including me. Thanks for everyone who interacted and befriended timothy whilst he was alive. love yall!

 

[Josif 544]

An epiphyte scans over a letter he’d been given. He’d seen many like it, yet this one seemed to hit a little harder this time.

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

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Rest in Peace Timothy, you shall be missed. While I didn't have characters that really knew him, I always enjoyed hearing about his story

 

[Narthok 10416]

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respect for the pk

 

[LoxyTheReindeer 356]

Somewhere, in far off oceans and continents of lands unknown, this missive finds its way to a specific dark elf. She clutches the letter close, while tears pour down her cheeks. Someone whom she considered her brother is dead. And she was not there to help him- to save him.

In the town of Hyspia, a wood elf also finds the news. Kerina begins crying, falling to her knees as her tears hit the floorboards. Tim, the man who'd been there since she was a small and weak orphan. Her uncle.  Words do not describe her grief.

[6Dark 431]

Walter read the missive with a saddened expression, as much as Timothy was his friend, he was also his valued patient. He could not help but feel guilty for not being there for his halfling friend to mend his injuries this time. "One by one, all the ones I cherished are meeting their end...I have to take more drastic measures..." 

 

Meanwhile, the Uruk that had helped in the halfling's demise smirked at the missive, though his smirk was cut short with him wincing at the injury Timothy caused, he looked over to the counter to the eyepatch which he was now forced to wear, as the halfling was able to get one up on him by taking his eye. "How da zkah azh zquel waz ayble to hurt mi mozt kompared to da pinkehz agh treeuggerz."

 

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Respect for the PK, Walter's gonna miss the brave halfling <3

 

[Digit___ 1226]

Tonatiuh Salazar, one of the teens that had found the Halfling’s burnt corpse after what was likely a struggle, would take Timothy into the clinic and lay him down on a hospital bed. It was there he found not only letters, but also a will, on the late Halfling!
 

Upon this realization, Tonatiuh would take the letters to those in Hyspia, though it was a struggle to figure out who was who. He allowed someone closer to Timothy to distribute the rest.

[TheGekko 129]

Somewhere behind the walls of Cerulia’s fortified walls, the letter found it’s way to a particulair blue haired Elfesse. After reading through the letter, silence befell her and a lump felt stuck in her throat while she tightened her grip on the letter. Small drops formed on it as she just kept on staring at it in silence for a while. 
 

“..n-nie again..”

 

Tiwari inhaled sharply, trying to compose herself, however she found that quite difficult in the given circumstances.

 

“R-rest well, Timothy, m’ son.. Go take care o’ Meira fer me in m’ stead in th’ great beyond.. alrigh’..?”

 

With those words muttered to herself, the elfesse tucked the letter away safely and let herself cry out her sorrow in peace. Later, she would have to seek out the last of her kin to share the news with her too..

@Myrthe

 

OOC: Was fun rping with Timtim although we didn’t catch each other often in more recent time :,)

[TofuGomi 362]

The shorter druid had been tending to his chickens outside when he had overheard the Halflings discuss the news of Timothy's passing. He looked back to his birds, brows furrowed in thought as he scattered more seed for them to eat. Timothy had been one to help heal a friend of his and had asked for no payment- something most Shamans never did. A shame, as most Shamans annoyed him- but no, not Tim. 

 

As he headed inside, a thin finger reached up to scratch at his freckled cheek while he scoured his cabinet for the best alcohol he had. Once the drink was secured, he'd pop the cap off, heading to the balcony and lifting the drink to the starry sky, "To the toast that never was, and to the bond that never bloomed." With that, he'd down the drink. 

[Xein000 264]

She was taking it easy, tending to the sheep, chickens, cows at the barn, visiting the mines once in a while, and relaxing with the sniffers once in a while just watching them when she opens the letter reading it in silence. She read it a second time as she stares at it. ". . ." Tears in her eyes "T-Tim... my brother....y-you're gone?" tears fell "Why..? Who killed you? You survived the attack of a mist hound long ago in Lurin... just to fall before someone else... why..." Not sure what to say and feeling sad she sat there crying while watching the sniffers. "You left us all to soon Tim, you will be missed..." She places it away in a pocket as she watches the sniffers not sure what to do.

[Celestial_Bleh 224]

    A tired ker makes his way back home from a long journey, saddlebags full and jostling with items of intrigue he had picked up along the way. A passing shadow catches his attention, drawing his gaze upwards to a gliding crow, parchment attached to its leg. 

 

   Ill tidings. And a short farewell. Hands tremble with the news of the missive, hardly able to fold and slip it away. Another light snuffed. Another kind heart gone from Aevos, leaving it all the more cold.