A Queen's Last Roost [PK]

[Zemzy_Oakheart 347]

A Queen's Last Roost [PK]

 

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mA-I3Nfbwog 

 

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It had been far too long since Blume could remember a fond memory that brought her joy; her cloak had weathered many a storm to the point where she’d lost count long ago, yet her feet continued to trudge onwards. Her bones ached, yearned for rest as the large pole-hammer she’d kept close that was gifted to her long ago dragged along the grass behind her, the “elfess” holding on tight. That white-knuckled grip afraid to let go of what once was, what could’ve been, what she’d prayed could be amended if she’d just hold out for a little while longer.

 

Blume became lost in her thoughts as she traveled alone with her clucking companion from her bag, the urge to feast on what was considered forbidden consumed most of her days & she’d grown so tired of fighting the urge in her elderly years. Finding scraps left along the road to clean up at times. It was almost as if living within a waking nightmare she would struggle at times to awaken from, yet the torment would continue on with no outside help in sight.

 

What would life have been like if things were different back then? The shambling Herrlichkeit thought to herself, her feet continued trudging along the path as she wandered, not taking notice of where she went to make way for her own ponderings. Soon enough, she would begin to reminisce of the younger years.

 

 

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Many bright days awoke the younger form of herself, arising from the bed aloft within the family homestead of Minitz; the small settlement surrounded by simpler log walls & golden fields of wheat as far as her eye could see. It usually felt empty, spare for what she considered her “kingdom” outside the front door. It was a comfort she tried to forge for herself in those early years to fill the void of what kept away from her reach. Blume would wander outside to tend to the chickens as she spoke to them (or in her terms, ‘chimkins’), as if the only friends the child could rely in finding if not for the spare set of adults that graced her life back then with their days of comfort & wisdom she’d cherished, wished she’d had more times to enjoy with them than she’d had.

 

Many names clung to her memories as she took a trip down said memory lane; how they all had disappeared in their own time, whether it be due to unknown circumstances or the fallout with the duke’s son that drove her away. She’d not known how much of an impact her tears would have had on her own life in the moment back then, especially from someone not too much older than her. Blume had thought she was doing right by crying out for help when injustices went unnoticed, how she wanted to help the community with the skills she’d learned from those few who’d taken the time to teach tidbits such as sewing from an older neighbor, appreciating the value of books & knowledge from the mini-castle’s lord, or tending to sheep with her honorary siblings.

 

It felt as if Blume’s heart grasped on to those memories for dear life in an attempt to right the wrongs someday; to try & fix the mistakes caused upon her grief, her lack of strength & lost purpose in life. She remembered those very far behind days looking up to the 2 men in her life she loved most & wanted to be just like them when she grew up someday; to become a lawspeaker like her family so proudly upheld to protect the neighbors she considered family…. But that dream would never come to pass as those very men drifted in their own, different directions; both fueling her insecurities & discovering each to leave her behind.

 

She could remember the times she spent with her elvish cousin, the same age as herself yet emotionally stronger than her as his own father was a shining star in her eyes. Her cousin had times where they argued over childish things, other times finding fun & joy in spending time with him & her older brother around their homes. Blume vividly remembered days she’d spent at that elvish uncle’s home & how she’d made the man smile for once with the paper elf ears that were donned for the first time; it was as if she felt like Blume belonged somewhere for the first time & wasn’t judged harshly for the sentimental notion.

 

Was I not good enough for papa? Blume would still wonder to herself as she’d not once forgotten the love she held close to her ever-beating heart, her teen years later bringing more grief to her as she’d remembered her father continuing to work hard, rarely saving any time to spend with his own children as far as she could see. The family name felt as if they were supposed to be proud Minitzers & Reinmaren, yet she’d only realize on her own the harsher facts of life rather than from those she could trust. She’d tried her best to at least take care of her father’s grave after passing, but alas - another promise she couldn’t keep as the very home she’d been kicked out of left a gaping hole in the yard that fateful day without a word at first. It’d only taken her to write a letter to whom she considered family in town to find out they’d taken her father away yet again & barred her from visiting anymore for a mere decree.

What did I do wrong to become so abandoned? Did I not work hard enough? Did I not ask enough questions? Perhaps I had cried too much & seemed awkward…. More questions filled her mind, the climates shifted around Blume’s elderly frame as she barely noticed. Between her rattling bones shivering to the cold or the singed & crudely-repaired cloak rolled the rain showers off from her frame, those steps continued on, hoping they would find relief soon.

 

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Time shifted once more as the memories of Blume’s life skipped ahead - her first love, an elven man she’d known since she was a child & cherished what little moments she could have with him. His red hair always stood out along the pond’s edge as they skipped rocks together, other times sharing baked goods & book titles, yet she always yearned for more time with him as the years went by; where did he go? Why did they never live together? Why didn’t she try to reach out sooner? ….Why did she still hold on to the past.

 

There was a growing hunger within this point in time she’d begun to notice more, even before she’d been cursed by a pair of necromancers with their crude experiment to turn her into a cannibal for their twisted sense of fun. Something about their game felt familiar that Blume couldn’t place a finger on by herself, yet knew something was horribly wrong.

 

It wasn’t long after Blume’s papa had been taken back to Minitz without her knowledge at first did she lose her memories; she recalled finding out what she considered her mini-castle’s honorary uncle from Minitz whom also left at the same time & tried taking the young maiden in had been arrested in another nation. Blume remembered receiving the letter that summoned her to the trial & visiting only to hold herself back as she heard many voices from within the cell’s chambers; family & friends visiting the man behind bars as if it were a trivial disruption in their everyday lives that would easily pass whether she was there or not. Stepping away from the hall before being seen, another figure asked for her help in finding directions to someone who’d helped her in the time Blume had stayed with this uncle within his own viscounty; the name separate in entity, yet close enough to remember, Blume’s attempt to remain kind & helpful to the stranger merely landed a hefty blow to the side of her head, leaving her adrift upon the dwarven cobblement.

 

Blume’s mind was lost for many months, years even, as she recalled having to rediscover herself on her own. Wandering the road would only have her lover’s family ride by to find her, bring the broken Herrlichkeit to their home where she’d discover her love had abandoned her in this lost time of need. His brother whom she considered an older brother, too, disappeared as she couldn’t understand the grief they went through alone.

 

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Where do I even belong? Was a question that would forever haunt Blume as she wandered the roads, lost to time & forgotten by family as far as she knew. There had only been brief glimpses of her family she’d seen through the years; her cousin & older brother having every leg broken around Krugmas, blaming herself for the incident as well. Another time when her own father’s brother attempted to murder her & her brother for finding a death threat against their own family. Losing her memories had at least brought her back to the mini-castle uncle she’d lived with before eventually, only through his firstborn son did he bring her in for a short time.

 

It seemed like every chance something could go wrong would as Blume had contemplated upon the darker aspects of life as Almaris’ end had once passed, everyone fleeing to a safer world as the darkspawn & Mori elves she’d vividly recalled closing in upon lifes’ position as a last stand of freedom. It felt.. Strange to be cast into the dark of the world with so many others, yet.. A feeling of relief as she’d grown more accustomed to her cravings over the years; discovering their origins to be a fatal mistake in her childhood left untreated for so long that it was too much for her to handle alone if it continued. Yet.. who would help someone with such a dark secret? The Herrlichkeit already felt like much a burden to life as is with her attempts to be a part of any community, let alone her supposed uncle’s extended family & the elvish family had left her behind on more than one occasion.

 

The days she’d spent alone within a simple camp she created within the island of Failor? Isolation. Those who had managed to find her campsite would only come to find Blume fearful of her own existence; believing she was bad luck incarnate over the years & had not realized until the world ended to blame herself for so much going wrong, whether she even caused it directly or not. It was heartbreaking to her to live with the guilt of not being strong enough to keep her family together, not strong enough to carve out her own place in life as the years continued to fly by.

 

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Living in Haense upon the new world was hesitant at first, despite the warm welcome a family had hired her into as a personal medic; she could remember moving into the small bedroom as if it were yesterday with the cool, northern air drifting in through the balcony arch. It was an attempt for a second chance at life, perhaps even finding her extended family again someday if she’d grow strong enough emotionally. However, that dream would only be obscured by the chaos ensuing after. It helped she’d even found a new love amidst those few who found her campsite as a dark elf, showering her with many a flower & even ushering a long-needed chuckle as she watched him wrangle bees for her to enjoy in the solitude from society.

 

A mix of befriending a light-hearted orc that was friends with those who’d hired her & even considered Blume a part of their own family now would unravel into disarray down the line. Beginning as a simple misunderstanding of kidnapping her would only lead to said Herrlichkeit falling in love with the man who fought to build her confidence; she’d been so distraught by those who’d hired her for her expertise, only to ignore her advice & instead enforce their own advice upon her. When she’d become sick at times, or other times when said “family” would test the dark elf’s devotion to love the “elfess” with her wooden-carved ears. She’d not expected to develop feelings for someone so much & so quickly, but there was never a doubt she cherished what little time she had with them nonetheless.

 

I caused his death. The words gripped her mind like a vice as Blume knew all too well the orc’s demise caused her such great grief, the day still standing beside the loss of her papa & being banished from her hometown as the worst days of her life. They had been lured to a falsely-secure place to rest, not even having the time to properly rest before said “family” who’d hired her ambushed the space in hidden armor & force; figures swarming the uruk 12 to 2 as a few tried to collect Blume by force, yet only later would Blume find herself defended by others outside of the misunderstandings gone out of hand.

 

She couldn’t return home - their home - when she wasn’t strong enough yet to stand up to them. Instead, it took a few letters to what little friends she could remember & her dark-elf love to help her escape Haense, despite how much the family attempted to cover up her existence there. Blume was right for once in seeking out help in the matter, yet the tension continued even long after as she only felt hollow in trusting people who wanted to consider her family for her kindness; a luxury she felt was only sensible to share with the world anyways, revenge & harshness only farmed the fields of misery in her spectacled eyes.

 

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Blume remembered the moment she shared with the orc she admired dearly before returning as a spirit for some time, an honor she held close to her heart as she swore to protect his only belonging remaining that she could find after the carnage the most recent family had taken from her. Keeping the item close in secrecy kept a piece of hope in her heart that she could try & fix what had been done while still trying to find strength with the only words that seemed to stick around longer than her shambling stability could hope for.

 

She’d tried to reach out to old family, new family, extended family for any sense of stability, yet it all felt so.. Distant; as if none wanted to help such a wilted flower any longer & Blume grew to understand their resentment over the years. Who would want to listen to my cries anyways? She felt like such a burden to her mini-castle uncle for so long, she was surprised he’d tried to be so supportive - even if he did ostracize her from the family for his own nephew’s actions separate from herself. Blume had tried to ask friends & remaining family to help end her suffering - a very dark time for her at this point - yet almost everyone had neglected the words; those who replied to her pleas would give her a brief conversation before departing once more to the winds it felt like.

 

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Blume attempted to start life again, & again; running libraries for those willing to glimpse her collection of books over the years, over doubling the size of Balian’s library even to coax the initial establishment into a larger warehouse, attempting love yet again as her dark elf love had vanished, alongside their adopted daughter. She missed the chaos the pair brought home in the past, the life they brought into her own. She missed being able to comfort the child after eventful days & long nights of scrutiny against their mismatched family dynamic in the varied towns.

 

As Blume had to witness meeting the mini-castle uncle’s firstborn son had become a ghost & scorn her, she too learned her older brother & elvish cousin both passed as well & became spirits to roam the lands upon Aevos. It felt as if an arrow had pierced her heart in realizing so many would rather disappear than try to reach out, but.. Blume knew they would likely never forgive her for their rough lives…. Would she end up the same way? Or join the other spirits amongst the many stars above that reflected the souls that watched over those still living?

 

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So many old memories, so much sorrow plaguing her mind as the hunger continued to carry her onwards upon the roads, the climate shifted back to a more comfortable warmth for her rattling bones at some point to cease their numbed shivering.

 

“Hold it there.”

 

The voice vaguely familiar echoed from the path behind Blume, yet not enough to snap out of the cannibalistic cravings that had forced her to degrade over the countless years of wandering. She was only grateful in the preparation she’d made long ago. The “elfess” would only carry what was once the essentials to live off of before life would slip away from her thoughts with time.

 

A part of her felt the need to fight the urge that consumed most of her mind, yet she couldn’t break through to fully understand what was going on at first; between the broken-down spirit within the emaciated frame of Blume’s singed-cloak, its stitches grown poorer in quality over the years due to her trembling hands, & her physical body turning to face the voice on its own like clockwork she could sense something was.. Different. The white-knuckled grip she’d promised to herself to anchor to the pole-hammer she always carried was a promise to someday find her other papa who’d struggled to remember her with the mini-castle uncle when she was a child & yet always had to leave for important business…. She remembered him returning at the end of Almaris to teach her how to wield the weapon, as well as outside Haense later to promise seeing her again after that lesson as well, yet.. The man had disappeared without a word.

 

This was the first to break within Blume as she could feel herself let go of her own pole-hammer, shifting to using more energy as she still couldn’t figure out why she recognized the voice that drifted through to her inside. There was a faint, white light she could see from the direction she could hear the voice, yet she could find no shape in its form yet.

 

“Stop!”

 

She was hurting someone living; a fear Blume had always dreaded while she could still function normally. She could feel herself beginning to summon her tears that were once long-lost, now resurfacing like her older memories. The light would glow brighter as she hesitated to go towards it at first, yet struggled with her own body to at least halt its actions until she could attempt to grasp a hold of the situation. She was hoping to eventually run out of energy & collapse in the wild perhaps & feed a family of wild animals with what was left of her, but as the Herrlichkeit’s mind struggled to resurface from its inner prison upon itself, she would find a dagger pressed up to her chin with a glowing white flame about its unsheathed blade, the flames producing no heat yet not bright enough to blind her at all with its magical properties.

 

“C..cousin….”

 

Blume’s voice rasped out faintly as she recognized the voice finally, leading to a face she thought she’d never see again as it belonged to her elvish cousin’s older brother. She remembered the last time she’d seen him; how she’d crash on his family’s couch for sometime after Haense, until they moved out without any word of where they’d gone. She thought she’d driven them away with her bad luck & yet here he was, standing before her with a look mixed between concern & pain twisting behind his locked on gaze to her.

 

“What has the world done to you?”

 

Blume could feel her hands continue to tremble & quake at her sides, the threatened urge to lunge out at her cousin like she’d felt with her niece from the same family so long ago as well haunted her mind. I can’t bear to hurt anyone. The thought crossed her mind in a flash as she couldn’t seem to cease her endless tears either. Within a flash of moment, Blume would give the man a grieving smile as she realized what would come next before feeling the weight of the dagger drive up through her chin; the taste of blood would begin to fill her mouth with haste. It was a struggle to breathe for a moment with the shock of tasting so much iron at once & an agonizing headache searing behind her eyes, yet she would manage to find the man’s hand as he hugged her close, sitting down upon the ground as Blume could feel her legs giving out beneath her very thin frame. Giving his hand a weakened squeeze to try & comfort his worries, Blume would then feel the urge to consume fade a bit in intensity as she could will her hand holding her cousin’s over to her trusty satchel bag that now lay beside them from the fray.

 

“..Read.. . .”

 

The sound of faint clucking noises would emanate from the bag as she looked up to her cousin’s own shaken gaze glancing down at what she tried to convey to him. As he reached into the bag, something tried to peck at his unfamiliar hands to what resided within the cloth container, yet would manage to withdraw what she’d been concerned about for so long. The elderly Herrlichkeit could feel as if she was running out of time with how cold her body began to feel, then going numb as she struggled to focus for much longer on this world. She couldn’t hold back her tears, no matter how many she’d shed in life, she still wept for her cousin seeing her like this & yet she found solace in knowing she could spend her last moments with someone who would remember her - if even for a brief moment.

 

Blume’s lips would stutter to mouth out a set of silent words to him, her final attempt to be heard as her vision began to gradually fade, a pang of heartache twisting her slowing heartbeat in leaving her cousin with such a sight to behold. For a moment, she could see her beloved elvish uncle’s smile through his own; something she missed so dearly for far too long.

 

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As the elven man sat upon the road with the cold, lifeless corpse leaking their blood across the gravel, the sound of clucking from a satchel bag beside the man would eventually reveal a chicken that seemed to have been a companion to the recently deceased. Its feathers had struggled to preen themselves over the years, yet it didn’t seem to focus on it at all as the chicken poked its head out of the bag to look around briefly, turning its head quickly around to notice the elven man sitting with its owner in his hands.

 

The chicken would tilt its head in confusion as it waddled out sluggishly from the bag’s depths in order to investigate, yet it could sense something was definitely wrong. Approaching the cold hand of its companion, the small creature would take a couple cautious pecks at their fingers, as if attempting to rouse them awake from a bad nightmare; it would yield no reaction, nor any results for the chicken as the fresh remains lay limp against the man’s side.

 

This disheartened the chicken’s view of the world it knew as it began to croak quietly at first in a wilted tone, grieving for its lost companion. The feathered fowl would pay no mind to the living figure as the elf watched the harmless figure waddle up to the cold, lifeless lap he held close to his own & would witness it continue to croak its heart out sadly for the loss of its queen. It wouldn’t take long before the elderly chicken would strain itself from such heartbreak that the chimkin would finally collapse in silence with the corpse; the last of her kingdom had finally fallen.

 

The remains of the Queen had then been carried off by the remaining figure, along with the chimkin, & burned with everything she once carried; never to see the end of Aevos nor Kalldur's island.

 

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Blume Viola Herrlichkeit

Last of the Herrlichkeits

Queen of the Chimkins

Member of the Howler Council

Head Librarian of (lost, Almaris) Pavia

Head Librarian of (lost) Stran

Head Librarian of (lost) Balian

Distant family to the Adilers

Distant family to the Roas

Protector of Gr'ogg

 

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RF1zjIk9-g&loop=0 

 

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[!] A collection of parchments that had been stored away for many years with the will of Blume Viola Herrlichkeit are as follows: 

(do not metagame this if yew are not these people)

 

To Kazin & Akuma:

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Wherever you both have gone & no matter how far the stars may be, know that I still love you both as family & that you’d brought my time here on Aevos both joy & comfort in not being alone in the brief span we’d known. I apologize for not being strong enough for you, my dearests, though your strength keeps a place forever in my heart & I pray you both are okay where you’d gone in the end.

 

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To the Adiler Family:

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Though your family has likely grown in the time away, I pray the bad luck following both our lines ends with me as I’d considered uncle Orion very close in the past & even after as he returned as a spirit in his final days. He was a great man, something I yearned to aspire to be, yet I know you will achieve greatness in the family name. I can’t thank you all enough for considering me a part of your extended family & I’m deeply sorry for hurting you as well when I couldn’t control myself; it is a curse no one would bear to help solve & I must pay the price for it….

 

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To the Roa Family:

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Even though I’d been ostracized & oddly enough welcomed back to hang out with the family at times, I too grieve for Gregorious’ passing when I’d found out; he had sheltered me within his mini-castle in Minitz & developed a strong desire to cherish books as they taught without judging, as well as never disappeared without reason. Therefore, it’s only fair I return the favor & leave the original maps of Minitz & Neu Brandthof Greg cherished so much in the past that I’d salvaged from Pavia before Almaris fell; the trophies of a life left behind so far gone that it only seems fitting to return to those who cherish the memory as much as I did.

 

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To Slith:

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You were a good man, a strong support in the few chances I’d had to see you & a memory I’d always hold close, even back when you were just a stump in a chair that I could help roll you out to watch the fights outside town as a child. I’m sorry to have failed your last conversation when you find this, though at least I tried for as long as I could to be strong; thank you!

 

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To Godwin:

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It’s been so long since I’d seen you that a part of me regrets not following you away from town to try & find a better purpose; you were always a light in my life & I will always remember that warm smile every time I see the sun rise, how I miss it now….

 

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To Kretz’Ox:

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Your guidance & inner strength was an inspiration for me to keep moving forward, even when times got rough between me & the humans especially. I’m not sure where I’m headed if you find this, but I can feel the spirit Run’bulu calling to me after a long-owed debt I pacted with them through a shaman I’d known in Vortice so long ago…. Maybe I’ll get to see Gr’ogg one last time as I’d been carrying his spirit with me ever since the Grove took his physical form, but I regret never returning a body to him as he deserved. I’m sure you will be in much better company than I’ve been in recent years, but I’d like to leave a few books I wrote for you at the NGS museum library in Chambery, just outside Petra by the river. I’ve bundled a copy of them together for you & left them in the donation box to keep safe until the time comes.

 

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To Nemea & Family:

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As much as I loved you like family, it was a surprise to be hurt so much by those I thought I could trust. Between losing my memories & being left to my own scramblings of memories, to the ambush I was led to in the Grove was not the brightest of days, but they do not define my feelings in whole towards you all. I’ve not once let my wooden ears out of my sight as you all had shown me I belonged more with this side of the family than my human relatives; something I cherish to no end & wore with pride no matter where I go. I only wished to have had more chances to interact with you all & regret not pushing myself to make amends before the end. Maybe when it’s your time to pass, I’ll be allowed to make room for you among the stars in the sky…. If I’m up there; it depends on the spirit of Run'bulu if they’ll allow me brief moments to see anyone…. I’m not sure how it will work, but know that I still love you, even through the past.

 

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To Ser Phillip:

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Where did you go? Why did you lie & disappear? I thought I was doing right to try & look up to you…. There were so many days I spent lying awake, wondering why you didn’t care about me when I was hunted by the Haensers who hired me & allowed me to live with them, how I’d been immorally kicked out of Numendil where I thought you would be so much with your more religiously-bound duties. Maybe I’m just unlucky enough to realize this late in life that duties were more important in the family than the family itself & I’d held out hope for far too long for something that wasn’t going to change…. I loved you, like papa Petsch & my other deceased relatives.. But maybe I’ll finally get the peace the world refused to bring for this bad luck incarnate.

 

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((OOC:))
I am sosososo sorry it took so long to finally post all of this, but I wanted to make sure this was finished before Aevos passed & had been caught up in so many other things that popped up.

Thank yew so much to everyone who was a part of Blume's storyline, despite how it may look from the outside; I enjoyed so many moments with yew all in filling the pages of her story to the end T////T  ❤️‍🩹

[Wonderland_Boy 1081]

As the lone Roa received the letter, he stood frozen, eyes fixed upon the page. White clouds coiled slowly around him, the plants at his feet beginning to wither. The aura that once shone pure and bright dimmed, darkening into the hue of a storm. "So... I’m truly alone now...."

[wolfersquad2004 207]

The Elfess was caught up with readying her kin to start the trip towards what land they would find..safe away from the mountain. A letter arrived, thinking it was just one of the many she got..asking something of her. She felt her blood run cold as she realized what it was, a lump formed in her throat as she choaked back the want to sob, she tucked the letter away and when she found a moment alone...she wailed like a mother grieving the lost of a child. 

 

Blame..

Shame..

 

So much more welled within her, as she felt the letter burn a hole in her pocket..but she had to continue readying her kin..though she took sometime to herself to carve something...little wooden elf ears as she thought back to the joyous child she had gifted such a pair to so long ago. 

 

"Rest well...suffer no longer...im sure you and your father have much to catch up on"

[Bird5k 1083]

Xavier Adiler, recieved the letter on behalf of the Adiler Talonnii. He stared down at the words, once again being hit with truths he does not believe. However, he did go through the thoughts on how this could have been avoided - maybe his Father could have done better, maybe he himself could have... but what ifs of the past will get him nowhere.

He remembers Blume falling on his blade by her own will - the act was what shocked him, but did he truly care? how did he view this family that was once close friends with his own? But as he searched through his feelings he found nothing but emptiness "You were a part of a past that I wasn't, a past I spent a long time trying to destroy" He read over his Father's name on the letter again "The last person to dare still speak his name to me" However, he did hope the woman drowned by life's misfortunes was finally at peace.

[JudgedKitty 224]

Music

The Ghost float across the land without no destination. The back of his brain wanders to the old memories. Only just pausing in front of the sight of a big ash pile.  A thought crossed over his mind as he stared of it. It quickly just dismissed with a passing thought.
The ghost continued his movement cross the realm

 

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I DID WRITE A BIGGER REPLY BUT GOT TOLD IT WAS BURNED TO ASHES. 
Here is one of the refs where I found the song 
https://youtu.be/G-YgiPQ18Ug?si=Fs6QYhKkesgDuqjL
Very sad and stuff. LIKE MY REPLY

Hope you have better roleplay experience
I like rping with you when they were kids. I will miss Blume. :(
But humans die quick and remember to live your life in the moment. 
Never hesitate. WE LOVE YOU!!!!

 

[Zemzy_Oakheart 347]

21 minutes ago, JudgedKitty said:

Music

The Ghost float across the land without no destination. The back of his brain wanders to the old memories. Only just pausing in front of the sight of a big ash pile.  A thought crossed over his mind as he stared of it. It quickly just dismissed with a passing thought.
The ghost continued his movement cross the realm

 

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I DID WRITE A BIGGER REPLY BUT GOT TOLD IT WAS BURNED TO ASHES. 
Here is one of the refs where I found the song 
https://youtu.be/G-YgiPQ18Ug?si=Fs6QYhKkesgDuqjL
Very sad and stuff. LIKE MY REPLY

Hope you have better roleplay experience
I like rping with you when they were kids. I will miss Blume. :(
But humans die quick and remember to live your life in the moment. 
Never hesitate. WE LOVE YOU!!!!

 

An ethereal hand would attempt to reach out for the other specter's as they began to depart.... A fragment of the ash seemed to stir at the familiar scent of soup that drifted by.. . .