𝔸 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕥 [ℙ𝕂]

[Wonderland_Boy 1081]

 

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It had been months since the rumors began: two undead soldiers roaming the north of Azuras, one a silhouette that resembled a brown-haired woman and the other what once was a ruler, now a mere pile of rotten meat. Through the realms of the continent those rumors would spread; there would be not a single attack, not a single incursion from them, simply the sight of a duo roaming these lands. Such a tale would travel until it’d reach a paper on the desk of the Arch-Duke, his expression one of terror upon the recognition.

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“We’re almost there…” the man exclaimed, the sound of wood clanking as he wore the Haganeki armor that once belonged to his mother, retrieved by the magic of a djinn, extending his hand to the woman attempting to climb the final steps of the mountain.

“Toni… are you sure this is the place?” she’d ask, her hair tied in a bun as the cold wind of the north hit against the duo, her bow on her back alongside a quiver, her blue eyes reflecting the light of the sun “The sun will set in just a few hours… we’ll have to set up a camp” she’d state, firmly grabbing her brother’s hand, allowing herself to be carried up.

The man and his sister would walk through the snow-piled forest “I am… they are here, I know it” he’d state, his eyes looking at the crimson trees surrounding them, the hue identical to that of the new eye given to him by the work of a shaman “I thought they wouldn’t be raised again… but I was wrong” he sighs, clenching his fists.

The woman would place the palm of her hand on his shoulder “It’s not your fault… and you know it” she says, wrapping her arms around him “A mãe e o pai… finalmente vão ter o descanso que merecem…”

For what felt like ages, the duo would continue to wander through the forest, each passing minute exhausting as the sun slowly fell in the background. Until they’d come to a halt, their eyes falling onto the silhouette of a pair standing before a cliff, their eyes locked onto the two “It really is them…” he mumbled, drawing the old ash-black sword that his father once carried, the tattoos all over his body emanating a faint blue glow while his sister drew her bow, nocking an aurum-tipped arrow and aiming at the figures the two once called their parents.

In an instant, the man and his mother would dash forward, their swords clashing, sparks flying around until they fell on the snow “When will that damned man finally put you two to rest?” he’d exclaim, the woman’s expression silent as no response was given. They continued to fight against each other, their attacks different, yet the style remained the same, as if a pupil were fighting his former master. In the back, the woman and her father would dart into the woods, both shooting arrows at one another, sometimes landing on a tree, sometimes scarring each other, always inches away from death.

For hours such a fight continued, tears rolling down the man’s face as his mother, the woman he’d once loved before being murdered, had been turned into the abomination he once had to kill with his own hands. Her sword would hit against his armor, sparks flying between the clash of the two materials, her sword reflecting the sun in the background of such a battle.

Then, an arrow would come out of the woods, flying straight at the mother, shattering her bones and sending her to the ground “Nessa!” the duke exclaimed, turning around as he saw his sister, her expression tired, gasping for air as she held the bow in her hands, scars all over her body and clothes from the numerous arrows shot by their father. “We did it!” the man exclaimed, letting go of his sword as he went to hug her, a smile across his face as they spun around in the snow.

“It’s over… after so many years” she mumbled, letting go of the bow in her hands as they deemed the battle over. At last, their parents would finally reach their eternal slumber. However, unknown to her, their mother rose from the ground, her hand reaching for the dark sword dropped by her son before charging at her.

As the man opened his eyes, his sight would witness his mother charging at them, his sword in her rotten hand, mere inches away from piercing his sister “Cuidado!” he’d yell, pushing his sister aside, her body sliding through the snow, nearly falling from the cliff, her hands grasping onto the edge while the sword thrust through the man’s stomach, the veins surrounding it turning black as the blight began to spread, his tattoos taking the same hue as if rotting.

With the expression of a devil across her face, the mother would take out her sword, kicking the man onto the ground before turning to her daughter, who’d be trying to climb back to safety. The sword would be dragged through the snow, cleaning the traces of the man’s blood from it, perhaps this battle truly wasn’t lost for her after all.

Terror crossed the man’s face, for his sister would die should his mother manage to push her off the cliff. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he recalled his family, his friends, his children… With the strength he had left, he’d push himself up, running towards the undead before him. With the last ounce of his determination, he’d launch himself at her, deciding both of their fates with that action “Adeus… Nessa” he’d whisper to her one last time.

“TONI!” his sister screamed in horror as her brother and mother began to fall, tears in her eyes as she pushed herself back up, turning around and witnessing her brother for the last time.

The man would hold onto the ghost of his mother, his eyes still shut as his life slowly passed before them. The moment he arrived in Hyspia, the friends and enemies he made. His time as a lord of Ravenmire and his love with Raenisa. The joyful moments he had in Silasia alongside his family, the most joyful period of his life as he lived alongside his siblings, Ronan and Ulisses, and his husband.

“Let me go!” the mother would scream, her nails sinking into the man’s armor as they fell, while his mind continued to race as the poison spread. He’d remember the children he adopted, the fights he had with his husband upon becoming a chieftain of the Horde, the death of his son, the wonderful and tragic pacts he had with the spirits, the tattoos left by them slowly fading as the contract reached its end… his death now finally here.

For one last moment, during the last sunset of his life he’d remember the song the woman before him once sang to him, the song he’d always sing for his children, for his love, and every time he tried remembering his mother.

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Quando perco a fé fico sem controle

E me sinto mal, sem esperança

E ao meu redor a inveja vai

Fazendo as pessoas se odiarem mais

Me sinto só

Mas sei que não estou

Pois levo você no pensamento

Meu medo se vai

Recupero a fé

E sinto que algum dia ainda vou te ver

Cedo ou tarde, cedo ou tarde

Cedo ou tarde a gente vai se encontrar

Tenho certeza, numa bem melhor

Sei que quando canto você pode me escutar

Você me faz querer viver

E o que é nosso está guardado em mim e em você

E apenas isso basta

Me sinto só

Mas sei que não estou

Pois levo você no pensamento

Meu medo se vai

Recupero a fé

E sinto que algum dia ainda vou te ver

Cedo ou tarde, cedo ou tarde

Cedo ou tarde a gente vai se encontrar

Tenho certeza, numa bem melhor

Sei que quando canto você pode me escutar

Cedo ou tarde a gente vai se encontrar

Tenho certeza, numa bem melhor

Sei que quando canto você pode me escutar…

 

Spoiler

Antônio was my favorite character to play on this server, and even though I had a lot of problems both IRPly and OOCly with him, I still loved meeting so many new people. He was the character who taught me how to properly RP, how to do politics, magic, plotting, and so on. I want to thank the Mondblumes, who always helped me and stayed by my side even after a lot of drama, a bunch of the old players in Hyspia, the folks from the Horde, whom I initially judged so much but came to befriend after becoming a chieftain, and lastly, every single player in the Alencar family! When I first started this project in November of last year, I didn't expect it to grow so much to the point we’d get our own Arch-Duchy, but it did, because you all were amazing and helped me with each step. I’ll miss you guys so much, but for now, I think it's time I step aside and watch from the sidelines. I really need this break, and y’all know it… so, as Toni would probably say: "Bye guys! Don’t do drugs or do anything I wouldn’t do"

 

[Skyhiromoshy 36]

Rafaelion would be lost as he would look around for his pa.. But could never find him anymore... Sitting in Impanema till he returned

[Animael 1500]

 "Bye guys! Don’t do drugs or do anything I wouldn’t do"
Lucius could have sworn he had just seen Antonio making an endlessly instant regrowing blessing on his drug farm...

[Spellblades 749]

Eloir Drakon hadn't known Antônio very well. The Fenn had only a singular interaction with the man when he met The Alencar's when he was younger, but he still held a great deal of loyalty to Ipanema and its people for taking him in when he felt lost. "Rest well, wherever you are now." The Drakon paused, trying to remember something his mentor had said back when he resided in Caurost. "Our race is a people of loss, learn to disconnect yourself from them," but he would not do such a thing; he couldn't.

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

Valencia did not hear the news from any one person, only whispers in the streets of the beautiful city Ipanema, after conferring with another local only then did she hear the news properly. They didn't know much, just that Antônio was in fact deceased. The Princess felt like the wind was knocked out of her- another Hyspian flame she watched grow so bright, being snuffed out far too soon for her liking. She thanked the person and went back towards her shop and house. In her deteriorating mind, he was no older than his mid-20s. He couldn't have been any older, could he? Her living doll, Princess Tusk, walked alongside her on the shore near her home as she lamented to the little plush elephant while she waited for her Nakai to come home.

"There is no way he is among those gone to this world. I mean, truly? He had so much fight within him. This has to be a mistake; we'll see him in the morning doing his daily check-in. You'll see Princessa Tusk, you'll see." Deep down in her heart, however, she knew that he was among the skies; she just wasn't ready to accept such a fact yet

 

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While I didn't always agree with the actions Antônio took, it was always interesting to see what Wonderland was doing next. You played such a nuanced and wonderful character. He will be missed as will you while you're away. Take care my fellow wonderlandian

 

[yuiilindaos 158]

To what extent can grief go?

Vanessa asks herself everyday.

 

He's not the first one, won't be the last, and she's sure of it. - It's an unfair price to pay for something she never did. 

Carrying the news on her shoulders, upon arriving in Ipanema, agonizing screams were heard.

 

"It's not the first time, and it won't be the last."

 

Those who could hear her thoughts would call her insane, a thing she's already used to. Leaves, flowers, and anything else she could find were thrown onto her workbench. - For the last time, the traditional "Buquê De Lírios" was made. The same thing Nessa did to everyone she'd ever lost, but now with a different weight. - Weight of such great pain, caused her to trample the flowers and destroy them in the same day.

 

"What did I do?... It was my fault, wasn't it? I saw him, I could have..."

"It's not selfish to want to die in his place, is it?" - "He... He deserved to live. I think at this point, I'm the one who deserves to die, anyway."

 

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Pieces of a bouquet could be seen in front of the Ipanema palace. - Most of the flowers were white. - They seemed to be offerings to something or someone. 

 

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The pain I feel while writing this is something.

Not only will Antônio remain in my memory forever, but also Wonder, who saw me go through everything. 

I want to say thank you. Since the start, I was here, and I will be until the end. 

 

Muito Obrigada, vc é meu viado favorito!!

 

 

 

 

[Jadeforever 73]

Vaenta was packing her things she had no clue of the loss "Have to say goodbye, only proper" so she waited, and waited, then waited some more. Something in her heart felt wrong, whispers in the palace. "I guess just have to go then" she grabbed her items and left still unsure if he was gone

 

 

A ginger haired girl sat in the seven skies, turning slightly she saw the familiar man "Heck, you're here too. Well go over there and don't bother me." She stated coldly as she relaxed, Rae just simply pointed in a random direction away from her 

 

 

 

 

 

[Navigator 4260]

In the Heavens, for the first time in a goodly while, Miguel smiled.

His arms opened, and he welcomed his brother;

"We've a lot to catch up on, mm?"

[TysCreations 458]

Aelrin was in Cerulia when he got the letter. He stands by the tavern entrance, his eyes gliding across each word as they dig into him like a hot knife through butter. He feels his throat tighten "no...." the elf mutters to himself. This couldn't be it...surely, not now, not this soon. He had seen Toni not too long ago, the way he held the lute Aelrin had made him with such pride. The joy the lad had as he introduced Aelrin to his teacher, the pride he bore for Ipanema.

 

Antonio...his son, Gone, in a cold moments notice.  Another had been coldly torn from his arms, another he will never bare witness to again, Another he will never get to say 'I love you' or 'I'm proud' to... he regrets not saying that to him more... even more so now that he's gone.

As the world fades back in he cant hold himself together as wailing sobs find their way from the elf's chest...

 

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 -A page in Aelrins beloved sketch book-

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Its been a pleasure roleplaying with you and toni, Heres to more fun in the future! 🫡

 

[Skyhiromoshy 36]

Felipe would hear word from whispers and by sayers everytime he would visit his mother and abulo.. "Even though I didn't know him well.. He was still a friend i grew up with.. My heart is with you, and let the aspects guide you." Felipe would do a circle around his heart and do a small pray to let His spirit have a safe journy on his way. 

[LiliumDell 112]

Ulisses de Alencar stood in front of the throne room, looking over to where both thrones stood next to another. 

One of Tobias, the other of Antônio. 

 

In his hand, a crumbled letter stood, with tear stains, ripped edges, his grief and anger showing on that piece of paper. 

"Your father, Antônio de Alencar, has passed." 

Those words replayed in his mind, while tears fell down his cheeks and fell onto the floor. 

 

Slowly, he makes his way to his father's throne, falling at it's feet as his legs give in.

Then, he weeps, gripping the letter tightly as his heart ached and burned. It felt like it was breaking, like his sorrow was aching to be freed. 

 

And there he stood, wishing for his father's embrace.

Just a second longer. 

Just one last time. 

[Amesti 247]

Diolinda wandered Ipanema. Finally she'd been brought home, just too late. Her blank gaze trailed around the city that echoed a story she had missed. In the end, it felt empty, meaningless. She couldn't understand what she lost because she barely remembered having it.

[Fawnytheturtle 865]

Silvia was walking the seven skies, she rushed over at the sight of her uncle "Tio!" she then halted and frowns thinking he may be upset with her or might not want to talk, she slowly moved away. "Maybe he will find me later" she hoped finding a spot to relax

 

Meanwhile Savannah heard the news and shrugged she just went on with her life

 

Essarae gasps she didn't care who was in her way, she hugs her brother tightly "I am so happy to see you" she sniffled 

[Roza 109]

Francisca de Trastámara burned a candle for her old friend. 

[SummeryGuy 73]

Reese, sitting quietly for a moment, would suddenly stand up and throw a cigar out of his mouth, his cards flying off the table, the stacked colored chips falling over. "Oh, come on! You cheated!" He'd yell at Toni as he lost yet another game of dead-people-poker to him.