The Death Of A Dying Star [PK]

[LastFallenAngel 112]

The Death Of A Dying Star
[OOC notes at the bottom]
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As the dusk settled over the small farmhouse the sounds of the river running within the quiet night could be heard. The light flickering from the officeroom of the tower.. the old obelisk dormant and unused the crystal cracked and broken taken much use over the years.. the structures half activated within the chambers and halls. However inside the office room a woman wrote letters.. her gaze older then usual.. the walls covered in scratch marks and things had been broken seemingly years ago..

Her glaze quietly linked on the sealed letters within her hand as she finished one last line before turning to the cage of ravens. Her hand reached for one as she tied the first letter, then the next, and the next, until all was sent out.

As the sun finally disappeared over the mountain the woman quietly left the tower.. a trail of something behind her.. dirt? no blood? who knew.. the woman’s claws was out within the dim light her eyes glancing around.. the monster itself had taken its final battle.. The fields lied barren and unkept.. the grass overgrown.. The woman quietly tracked down the familiar path as a bloodied handprint was left upon the wall..  she glanced to the crypt as her footsteps disappeared down its many stairs.

Looking around the hall of the dead.. the fallen.. the people she had given her life to and they had given their life for her something inside of her cracked.. a flame that once was going bright had dimmed and now died.. the names of past loved ones lingering on the tombs.. the old stone speaking a sorrow only she could understand.. her steps quietly went down the hall her eyes landing upon the statue of an older woman a human one would say.. a half elf was the truth through. her eyes shifted to the letter resting under the statue.. a faint sigh..

“And so the journey ends for me too..”

The woman said with a faint dry laughter.. her bloodied hand moved to grab the old sealed letter as she lifted it up to her eyes as she skimmed the front

“I think the confession is better left to the dust, you mattered more then most living people ever did to this old soul.. I wish i would see you in the life beyond, but sadly that is not the path i am traveling.. May the 7 hells spare your soul..”

Her eyes shifted to the statue behind her.. the old human noble a faint chuckle

“And you? If i am so lucky to meet you in the realms above, my you forgive me for my crimes old friend.. you always had blind faith in me, and i admired that.. a faint light to keep this soul on the path that mattered..”

She kept walking.. her eyes looking at the names engraved in the stone at the end of the hall her clawed hands resting upon them

“Freya? Oh foolish you were.. Faith?.. May the old forest be your sanctuary for the rest of your life..”

More names left the womans mouth as she sat there.. seemingly making her goodbyes to the dead.. As she slowly got up her eyes lingered to the edge of the room for but a moment before she left back up.. as she left the crypt the moon had fully settled upon the skies shining dimly.. her eyes glanced to the farm house a faint whisper

“Im sorry i left you, im sorry i wasnt the woman you thought i do be.. You changed yourself too.. and that i guess is what broke me.. I thought i finally found an anchor to the humanity left within this cursed body, but the world had already turned dark and gray..”

She glanced up to the skies her claws dripping with blood

“May the office work to the south please you old love, you will not like the sight you return to here.. nothing left.. the beast gone wild.. the monster free.. and centuries of shame and pain.. Im sorry..”

The woman stated before she glanced across the buildings.. the bloody handprints left on the edges.. the clawmarks everywhere.. the old worn wood.. the stone foundation having seen better care.. the field withered and dead.. and pond gone quiet from life  and with that.. a sword pulled and thrusted into the ground.. the pommel of a wolf shining in the dark.. the mask left upon the hilt.. as the woman.. or monster.. be it how you described her.. left down  to the river her footsteps slower..  weaker.. the woman glanced back up one last time.. before eventually collapsing into the waters as the river took the body away..

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Letters to different players. Please do not metagame this information!

To Mya

Spoiler

You were my dawn in a world of twilight. I remember the way your laughter sounded in the garden, like wind chimes against my hollow heart. I clung to you more tightly than I should have trying, always failing, to become something better because of you.

 

But the truth, the one I never said aloud, is that I was already lost when we met.

 

I wore the skin of a woman, but something darker slept beneath it. I loved you with everything I had left. That love was never fake. But love from someone like me comes wrapped in barbed wire beautiful until it cuts too deep.

 

You have your life now /quiet/, structured. The Military office work, the simplicity of it. It will never betray you the way I did. Please, let that peace shelter you. And when the ghosts of the past come calling, I beg you not to answer.

 

Don’t chase shadows.
Don’t chase me.
And if we meet again in some other world when the ash has settled I’ll try to be more than a ruin for you.

 

To Tomes

Spoiler

Old friend.

That’s what you were. Not by blood, not by oath, but by choice. You always came when I called, even when the call came at night, covered in blood and lies. You never asked for truth, only that I not die alone. And so, I write this not to leave answers, but peace.

There are others scattered like embers in the wind who carry pieces of me. My name. My blood. If they seek you out, give them what you gave me: a place to be flawed, and the time to heal or destroy as they choose.

You always understood that time is a gift to mortals. But for creatures like me? It is a weight. A curse. The longer we live, the more we forget who we once were.
I remember you.
You grounded me when everything else was chaos. That memory is one of the few I will carry into the dark.

Goodbye, Tomes.
And thank you for being the one soul who never asked me to be more than what I was.

 

To Mika

Spoiler

Freedom. That’s what you gave me. A thing I hadn’t known I’d lost until you showed it to me. With you, I remembered what wind felt like through hair, what laughter sounded like in a room without blood. You didn’t try to fix me, didn’t pity me.

You just… saw me.

But that creature you helped release the one with wings and teeth and an old soul full of venom has run its course. It’s tired. I’m tired. The harm I caused was not always intentional, but it was always real. And I cannot undo it.

You were a light in the fog.
But even lights fade.
I hope yours doesn’t. Keep flying, Mika. Fly for the both of us.

 

To Kirki

Spoiler

I don’t have time to say everything, so I’ll say this: I’m sorry.
You were the brightest spark in the dying coals of this cursed family. I saw so much of myself in you and it terrified me.

I watched you grow with fire in your eyes and scars on your back. The world tried to break you, and you stood tall anyway. But I fear it will come for you again. And if it does, know this: you are not alone. The blood of the Darkwood line has not ended with me. I scattered the truth to protect it, but it is real.

There are siblings out there. True blood. True kin.
Seek them.
Protect them.

Remind them where they came from when the world tries to rewrite them. The name Darkwood should not be forgotten not for its little glory, but for its survival.

Be stronger than me, Kirki.
You already are.

 

To Therin, /King/ of Petra

Spoiler

Your Majesty,
I wonder will you read this as a past king, or as the man I once called friend?
I used to think Petra would be my final home. The firelit stone halls, the sound of steel and song… It felt real. Almost safe. And you stoic, burdened, and kind beneath the armor you gave me a place when I was little more than a weapon in disguise. You let me stay. And for that, I owe you more than I ever gave.

I ask you now not as a friend, nor even a citizen, but as something more difficult: a remnant of the past. Preserve the farmhouse. Keep the crypt. Let it stand untouched by time and politics. Not for me. For the ones still to come.

There are children mine by blood or bond who might one day find their way to Petra. If they do, let them find shelter, not history. Let them build, not grieve.

The river will take me soon. The body that remains is no longer a person. If you find it, burn it. Let no necromancer raise the bones of this failure. Let no part of me return to undo what peace remains.

You were always better than this world deserved, Therin. Rule wisely. And should our paths ever cross again beyond this life I hope I’ll have the courage to face you with clean hands.
- Lunaris Darkwood

 

To Nyx

Spoiler

My little star,
I wonder what name you go by now. I wonder if it still tastes like soot and fire and starlight the way I remember. You were never just a devil to me not some infernal castaway to fear or cage. You were a child at my doorstep, shivering, proud, and pretending not to cry. You had claws in your hands and pain in your eyes. And I... I was a fool who thought I could raise a soul out of the ashes without burning myself in the process.

You probably don’t remember the night I found you. I heard the thud before I saw you half-conscious, your tail coiled tight around yourself like a frightened animal. You fought me when I tried to help. Drew blood, I think. You were fire even then.

But I didn’t walk away. I carried you in, kicking and spitting and growling words you barely understood. And when you finally let yourself fall asleep by the hearth, I knew I’d made a promise without ever saying it.

I told you stories. Every night. Even when I was too tired to stand. I told you about the stars and the names they once had. About the Night and the fireflies that danced like spirits in the woods. I told you about my sword, and how monsters weren’t always the ones with teeth.

I wish i had taught you how to track, how to disappear, how to listen and most of all, how to survive.
But I didn’t.. I didnt even teach you how to live without me, and yet you figured that one out.
And for all that, I am sorry.

I left. I left you when I should have stayed. There are no words sharp enough to explain why. Maybe I believed I was a danger to you. Maybe I was. Maybe I was just afraid that if I stayed, you’d grow to hate me for what I truly was.

But you found me again. You found me, Nyx. Even after the world took your memory, you still came back like a star drawn home to the night sky. You didn’t remember the stories. You didn’t remember the warmth of those years. But something in your heart knew.

You asked me once, "Did I matter to you?"
You did. You still do. You always will.

There was a night when you were maybe seven or eight you tried to sneak out and i stopped you and  You asked, “Why won’t you let me be strong?”

And I told you, “I’m not trying to keep you from being strong. I’m trying to make sure you live long enough to become it.”

I don’t know if I succeeded. But I know you’re still here. You’re still standing. That means I did something right.

If you remember nothing else, remember this:
You were never a mistake.
You were a gift.
A miracle I didn’t deserve.

I hope, one day, the fragments of the past return to you not just the pain, but the laughter, the warmth, the quiet safety of a hearth where you belonged. I hope you remember my voice, even if only as a whisper in the dark when you feel alone.

And if you ever find your way back to the farmhouse…
I hope it gives you the same closure it gave me for years.

Be well, little star.
Shine again.

Letters to Luna’s kids wont be shared here as it will be shared with the future players that are gonna play them in private to help develop the character in discussion on how their path have gone to the point of now.


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It has generally have been a blast to play Lunaris over the past long while, in my 3-4+ years on LOTC she truely been one of my most well written and worked out characters. I truely enjoyed the road to here but as all good stories they must end someday. I quit almost half a year back and has been on and off the past 1-2 months without really getting into rp. Part of me think i kept coming back for closure about this characther right here as she has grown with me as much as she has grown by herself. This is likely also where i say my goodbyes to this map as a player for the most part. I might spectate from the discord shadows or ocassionally swing by with one of my many other souls. Through I doubt i will get active again till the next map!

Truthfully i would had loved to write many more letters even to the people she had left behind in the past as I think that would really be something she would do in her final moments to make up and say her own sorrys sadly If i wanted to do that i could be here all day writing. If you ever interacted with Luna through and want to know what she would had send your character if anything at all throw a dm my way and i will write it out! 

WHEN the next map arrives i will be back playing one of Lunaris kids and hope some of the friends i made along the way will join me on that if they plan to start over with a new character or such, my dms are open to plot future family stuff atleast! 

I also wanna say a huge thanks to everyone that i interacted with on Lunaris and all her other fake names. It was fun and she really been a character i didnt expect to live this long. Special thanks to people like Pearl, Myr, Muckel and Sphinx for letting me into their circle back then! without them she would never really had became what she did! maybe she would been better or worse? who knows but i love the ending she got here. I had been debating how to let her go and i think the most Luna way really was /the world wont claim me i will pick my own time/ by letting herself finally bleed out and fall into the river and letting her body be taken away.

Once more thank you all for a wonderful run on this character!
I loved Celianor despite its chaos and thanks Tremerus for the time in petra i had despite it being slightly short!

I hope i will crosspaths with petra again in the future on luna's kid but time will show
 

 

[Tael 216]

The steps had long since surrendered to moss and memory, their stone bones cracked and swallowed by creeping vines much like his own. Tomes settled at the foot of his old home’s ruin - a place untended for over fifty years, now soft with wild grass and tangled roots. That war had come and gone long ago, stealing his innocence, fire, and youth. The earth here no longer held warmth, only quiet reclamation by time and nature. His fingers, worn and calloused from the passing ages that were unkind to him, trembled now slightly as he unfolded the letter. The paper smelled faintly of ash and dust. He read the words carefully, each one stirring something deep and steady inside him.

"Old friend..."
 

By the time he reached "Goodbye, Tomes,” the breath left him softly. He wasn’t certain when - perhaps at “creatures like me,”  or when Lunaris thanked him for never demanding more than what she could give. The letter curled gently in his grasp, as if seeking to shield him from the weight of loss once more.

He leaned back against the cracked stone, the silence of the overgrown ruin pressing around him. He thought of the days long before - when he was young and eager, learning the delicate art of magic from his adoptive brother, fumbling through fire and earth, chasing light in a darkening world. That fire had dimmed with the war, leaving scars that never fully healed.
 

Lunaris was not of that war. She had come later - fierce and unyielding - a comrade against a different darkness. Together they had faced adversity in battle, shadows clawing at life. But more than that, she showed him strength he had never thought he possessed: a strength beyond his frail frame, beyond the sparks of magecraft that had once defined him that had once left him on the eve of that war. With one of her strength by his side, Tomes felt inspired - Perhaps he could finally take back his life - take back himself.

But now... She's gone. The light she’d kindled in him unknowingly flickered uncertainly, and the wounds of uncertainty and strength he’d started stitching together threatened to unravel. He would have to yet again abandon a comrade behind, this time, one that showed him his inner strength, beyond all talents and arts. From now on, the path to catch that inner strength would be traced by his lonesome once again.
 

“Of course you’d say thank you,” he murmured, voice steady but low. “Even now.”
 

He looked skyward. No signs. No omens. Just clouds, indifferent and gray, as if it mocked his lone anguish. After all, time does not stop, nor does it mourn, the world itself cares not for the individual.
 

But in the stillness, there was a peace he did not have to grant. A peace Lunaris could not find in life, but perhaps, at last, had found in death.
 

And despite the world’s aforementioned carelessness, he allowed himself a single, quiet hope.

Farewell in Peace.

Edited June 21, 2025 by Tael

[Metamancy 1759]

Myraela Kalgan gently laid her head to rest.

She couldn't help but wonder;

Who's next?

A quiet breath escaped her.

 

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Miss Lunaris!

Yes, Myraela?

I'm going to be a Templar!

Good for you.

We can fight darkspawn together!

Darkspawn are dangerous, Myraela. They are not to be trifled with lightly.

I'm going to fight evil with all I have!

She smiled.

 

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Lying in bed, Myraela recalled that smile.

And she forbid herself to shed any tear.

[Kirkigar 133]

Sitting at the table, the young 'aheral was celebrating and enjoying the drink and the red Visaj wine. The hustle and bustle kept him cheerful, calm, you could almost say he was completely at peace. The voices fell silent, but he remained seated. When everything ended, and only the sound of his breathing accompanied him, he realized how alone he had become.
 

"Haelun, can you imagine a day where we all live in peace? Even where the draconids live together?"

 

"I have lived it, my son. It was beautiful..."
 

Now, realizing that years had passed since that conversation in Celia'nor, he went to that place in silence, without drawing attention, and sat at the table.

 

"Liar..." - murmured the young 'thill - "You didn't wait for me to make that dream come true... Please... Come back Haelun..."

 

Kirkigar was left in tears, waiting for some vision where his friends and family would all be together again in that tavern. For them to say he lived in the times of Lunaris Darkwood, the ancient vampyr. For them to say he lived in the times when she loved him.

[Echo_42069 386]

As the moon arose and the star slowly glisten in to view Elgras looked up at them and whispered the words "Im sorry i could not of been with you in your final hours...It was an honour and a pleasure to serve beside you for so many years, you were remarkable in everyway, the stars are lucky to have you" He said as a tear rolled down his face "Good bye old friend" He placed a poppy outside his quiet home a reminder off all the friends he has lost