[PK] Whom would've thought.

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Whom Would've Thought

The Fiend Lord Falls

 

No man could experience death like those who've already rotted, their minds not remembering who or what they once were but when they lift from their vessel, they seem to know everything.

 

The Draugar was exploring, seeing the world first hand when something deep within his soul began to be attacked, the pain and anguish, no man can recognize it.

 

Then that pain settles, and when opening his eyes, he reveals the limbo he once was trapped in, floating. . . This was different, he couldn't scream or beg out. Fear engulfed him, he swam but couldn't resurface.

 

Hours..

And hours..

And hours...

 

Tired, the soul begins to obscure and fade, his mind beginning to remember the details he once knew... He curled, holding his hands into his chest and his knees to his chin, he thought.

 

He remembered the woman he loved before dying, the daughter they had, the memories he had...

 

Before Aevos, before being a Fiend, he was a man.

A lumberer, a peasant, scraping by what was left during a Petran Civil War to afford for his wife and daughter. But when peace came and dust settled, the world was attacked from within...

 

He got his family to safety, underground or away, but he was left alone. He travelled when the evacuations started, he was seperated... But when he finally reached the lands, he could no longer bare it. He wandered, and wandered before meeting a man, to what would be called Reinmar, begging to die, as he was rotting...

 

When in transformation, he was sickly and angry. He killed, ate and pillaged what he wanted underneath the Red Tyrant, doing his bidding as a simple foot soldier. When he his vessel was killed, he was brought back. But one day, when he was brought back, he was alone. He was locked in a dungeon, waiting and waiting. Year passed, the Orcs stopped their crusade on Lurin and it's vassals, his master's home destroyed and him being masterless, he wandered...

 

He met those of Lumbridge, when he finally met the Stone Lord himself. The Herald of Lumbridge, Zu'e and his Barrowlord Khor. They granted him Marshal as he was best fit for combat but he rarely ever saw combat.

Because...

He wasn't angry anymore.

All that anger left...

 

Who would've thought...

 

To the now-deceased Zu'e of Lumbridge

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You died long after I did, your souls that possessed your stone body rotting in the same useless abyss I sit in. You sit dormant, but I do too. No one will let your memory die, as a worthy opponent and a good teacher. Thank you for everything you did...

 

To the Barrowlord Khor

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You were the second who believed I could be of use to the halls, I hope I proved my worth. Chad has my sword, I hope he uses it well to the best you gave to me. Thank you for being there for me.

 

To my Daughter, Annabelle

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Wherever you are, just know Papa's looking over you and watching you. Your soul may be in the Skies by now, but know I was always looking for you, my little monkey...

 

To my wife, Reianna

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The day I met you was when your father threw me out of your manor's second story window. No peasant would ever love my daughter, he yelled. When you ran away with me, I knew my life would be better. Wherever you are now, I hope I did good as your husband... I love you, my Darling.

 

To my helper and teacher, Adelina

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Adelina

You made my last few years bareble, you made me feel like I wasn't just some cannon-fodder but gave me purpose. You treated me like a person, one that expired long ago. Thank you so much for your mercy.

 

To the poor teen, Einin

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The day I met you, I thought you were my daughter in my haze but yet, you stood firm but you never meant harm. I'm sorry for what I caused to you, I hope you can forgive me...

 

To my companion, Chad

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Although younger than me, you served better than me. You could be on the run now, but I believe you should've locked your windows... Stay safe, Kid.

 

 

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Addressing the Descendents and those who thought me a beast.

This Missive will release by hand and by crow if I were to pass.

You would've probably never met me, but I have met you. I was the assistant on the raid of Karoslund and the murderer of the old Haense Sage. I was the undeath that brawled and fought in major cities, I have fought countless... But I never killed.

 

I have felt anger in my life for a very long time, since my creation, but I shaked the fact that I would've stayed angry because I was taught to care.

 

I read countless books in the great halls that were destroyed by Thalandir, and I knew that I was just merely a statistic in the evergrowing mass of undead but yet, I thought I was something more.

 

All I ask, is those I've wronged to forgive me.

 

Here, as if I were to die, will sit in a realm of limbo... To be alone, forever as punishment for my wickedness. 

Goodbye, Almaris.

Goodbye, Aevos.

 

Feydrid "Todd" Thorne

The Fiend Lord, Marshal of Lumbridge, Menace of Karoslund, The White Walker, The Menace of Reinmar.

 

[Phantuhm 194]

Chad entered his bunker in Jun'Lei, as he walked along the cave he saw the phylactery had vanished.

“…It’s really gone.”

He runs a hand through his hair, crimson eyes tight.

“No second chance. No calling you back anymore.”

A long pause. As the letter falls with the breezy cave air, slowly lowering to the ground.

“Guess this is it. For good this time.”
His hand reaching behind his back for a sheathed sword, gripping it tightly the blade humming with dark power.
"I’ll carry your name, your rage, your strength, your tranquility. Rest easy, because I’m just getting started and I will always lock my windows from now on."

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It was a privilege to RP with you and your character.

 

Edited June 29, 2025 by Phantuhm