Death to all [PK Post]

[Gnomeh 470]

 

 

[OOC]

Recently I have been overwhelmed, since I have been playing far too many characters at once and neglecting many, which made me lose enjoyment in playing them, so I have decided to come to the decision to permanently kill (PK) all of them, though this post is just for my two most beloved and main characters,  and start again on one character, who I hope to play for a long time and devoting all my time to them instead of 6 characters. This, in my opinion, will help me build stronger relations for my character and enhance my roleplay.

 

It has taken some time to decide this because as much as I neglected my characters, I found a lot of enjoyment through them and met many great roleplayers through them. So in this post, I will detail in small paragraphs for each character, what has happened to them.

 

Please do not metagame any possible information given in this post, and only acknowledge it if these characters have been directly involved with yours.

 

Yepos Fernwin

An elderly gnome, always full of life and joy, settled within the realm of Nevaehlen, which was where he had been studying under his great teacher and friend who he trusted very much, Theodred the Coyote Druid. Yepos’ studies took him on many amazing journeys, mentally and physically, allowing him to meet many who he had come to love, notably; Sonna Vulnrith, Liriana, Scoria, Amber Terin and Revian Winterleaf. His druidic studies were slow yet they taught him a lot, helping him grow as a person. 

 

However, Yepos had never been apart of much of a family which led him to ask Sonna to join the Sirame seed, eager to be apart of something larger than his small self, to which she gave him three trials; The first one was to find a way to represent himself to which he presented a terrarium, filled with mushrooms, telling her how, despite his small stature, he thrived and became resilient, despite his struggles and often helping others much like the symbiotic relationship between the fungi and the forests. The second task was to craft a weapon, which delighted the crafty gnome, putting his expertise to use, he fashioned a crossbow using the antlers of a stag he had hunted during one of his druidic tasks, and some sturdy branches, who he had named the Spore Spitter, which had helped him claim many lives of ghouls and other undead creatures that threatened the balance. The third task, was to venture into the wilds, journeying through the realm for an entire year, which excited him even more than the last, the chance to connect with nature, turning back to his gnomish roots and enjoying it, it should have been easy for him. Yet despite all that he had learned he found some days more challenging than others but he continued on, though a year had passed and the elderly gnome had not returned to Nevaehlen, which begs the question.

 

“What has happened to Yepos Fernwin?”

 

Minuvae Inaberos

A woman of loyalty, determination, and the pursuit of knowledge. Settled within the Grand Princedom of Caurost, she became a custodian within the Iussus Discipulus, the library of Caurost, working beneath Aduiladyr, a friend she became close to, often spending a great deal of time together enhancing their temple of knowledge making sure that it was taken care of with pride, so that any prospective scholars could use it to enhance themselves. Another companion Minuvae had made was her alchemy teacher, Osar, the wisest man she had ever met. Often spending their days speaking on the origins of the universe in a sophisticated manner she very much preferred, the elderly man enlightened her with each conversation they had together, determined to become better each day, challenging her mental and physical capabilities. Though her determination to become stronger was flawed by the fact she vowed to remain peaceful, attempting to soothe any harmful acts against herself with mere words, which was idiotic and did not work well against an uruk that had the brain capacity of a child, leaving her bloodied and strung on a pike in a nearby field of her beloved capital, Caurost.

 

Her words did not have much meaning to the Uruk

 

Spoiler

Spoiler:

 I am not an amazing writer so these are written horrendously and rather quickly, I just wanted to clarify their ends and move on. The rest of my characters that have been PK’ed are; Rán, Nysa Oreios, Vefrson, and Fern.

Please DM if you wish to know further on any of these PK’s.

 

[FadedMoonlight 450]

Spoiler

Can't believe Gnomeh PK'd all of us

 

[DancingZebra267 1626]

Grimbol Grobol would wander the misty valley, his tiny mushroom hat barely peeking over the tall grass. He turned over pebbles, and peeked beneath every bush, his long white beard trailing behind him. "Yepooooossssss!?" he called. Without his glasses, the world was a blur of shapes and rustling sounds. "Yepoooooossssss!?" he called again, a little more hopeful, though silence was his only answer. Grimbol frowned, he'd then pulled out his banjo, and strummed a gentle tune. "Grimbol cannot find Yepos, Grimbol believes Yepos may be lost..." he murmured, voice soft and low. "But the wind remembers his name... so Grimbol will keep walking." With that, he continued his search.

 

Spoiler

Sad that our interactions have come to an end. I will try my best to get the gnome community together. As I know it was one of your biggest ambitions on Yepos. Hopefully one day, that dream may come to pass. And who knows, maybe, just maybe, Yepos will be found.

 

[RMW01 318]

As word spread through the wilds of the Gnomes absence, worry grew to a sinking dread. She spoke to those who they shared bonds with yet- none knew what had happened to Yepos. A Shakey breath was drawn, tears welling within the eyes as realization broke through denial. 
"Oh, Oh Yepos.. yeh poor soul. Please nay you." 

[jqsmlne 460]

The Vale was still and quiet. The Ember Druid was accompanied only by the shadows and the illuminating moon. As she silently made her way out of the shrines of devotion, she passed by a particular house, pausing at its doorstep without realizing it.

 

The home of a friend. 

 

The home of who the Eltaliyna had taught and mentored. The home of who she had walked the path of dedicancy with. The home of a friend who was supposed to be family.

 

A year it had been, since she had last seen Yepos. Whatever happened to him, she did not know. That fact, remained only with the Mother and the Father.

 

May you find your way home by the guidance of the Mother, and Strength of the Father, she silently prayed, her fisted hand making a circle above her heart, before she returned to her walk in the shadows...

[russijaka 76]

"Oh no. My poor boy Yepos. May the three greenies watch over you. Your old grandma Babayaga will miss you so much from all hearth. 'Dein omi will di vermisse'." said sadly the old grandma Babyaga Fernwin.