One Last Laugh [PK]

[Pengin 387]

The young man stood along the bedside, his hands held in a frail hold by the withering woman before him. Tears strained his face as he listened to her final words, a simple request. To him, who had been broken by desperation and meaningless strife, what else could he feel but despair when cheap, hollow laughter and an empty, fraudulent smile was all he could offer his mother in her final moments...

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The albatross was spiraling to the ground in the midst of the winter storm. Why did such a recollection suddenly come to him as searing pain coursed through his body? He had been amongst the clouds just before, yet now his vision blurred amongst the agonizing pain of burning alive. He was certain he had been traveling to a cluster of everwinter trees along the winter winds, so why was it that his wings were locking up, and why was his body unresponsive as he continued to fall from the sky? The previously mild blizzard seemed to grow stronger amidst his moment of weakness, hail beginning to pelt his form as the ground grew closer within his strained sight. The avian's form began to unravel as he was thrown about the harsh, frozen winds. Feathers turned to floral flesh as he crashed into the frozen canopy of a forest of everwinter trees. The sound of ice being smashed spread through the frostbitten forest as his husk smashed into snow-laden ground, impaled by the icicle-like leaves.
 

The elderly highlander felt his husk fracturing as he lay within the winter wonderland he had carved the purpose of his life from. Frostbite settled into his form despite an immolating sensation flowing through his body. How strange was it that he was both burning alive and freezing to death simultaneously? A broken laugh echoed from the whimsical man as his husk continued to break apart. His gaze lingered on the surreal forest before him as he began to laugh to his crumbling heart's content. The blizzard raged on, hail pounding the forest like drums as the forest of ice began to echo with a symphony of chime-like sounds of sleetwood being shattered. His laughter was hoarse, but it only grew stronger as his body continued to fragment. He could feel his limit being reached, his laughter melding with the deafening song of the forest until the very moment his husk finally broke apart. In the end, his laughter was merely another note in the unforgiving melody of the hinterlands, and he felt nothing but joy in his final breath.

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His soul settled after some moments, the faint feeling of the world around him coursing through him once again. In that moment, a voice was heard. He recognized it, and then understood what the words they had spoken to him implied. In that moment, he pondered his life.  What would others think of how he lived? What did he think of how others thought? He supposed it didn't truly matter in the end, as he had only lived for himself in his selfish pursuit of pure joy. The only sin in the world was boredom. Just about everything else could be forgiven, including the current circumstances. So he finally gave them a response. Through communion they had exchanged their final words, and through communion he could feel the wretched torment within them. Why were they so distraught?

Scoria had no regrets in his life, even if this anti-climatic undoing was how he departed from the world. He had been reduced to ash and shattered like ice, yet now he was the one who was trying to console a somber soul. It was humorous in a way for a dead man to wish the best for the one who had brought about their demise, but how could he wish them anything else? He didn't try to understand their circumstances, nor did he care to do so. He only wanted them to be happy, and he hoped he had properly conveyed such. He knew the world would be against them for what they were doing, and he knew that should he not have been killed, that he himself would've been the first to point a blade at them... but that didn't mean he could ever hate them. So in that final moment, all he could do was hope that this choice would make them happy in the end.
 

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It was truly a strange life he had lived. While he was bound to an eternal fate within the realm beyond, he had still spent a quarter of a millennium wandering this mundane realm. He had long outlived his own family, he had found kinship amongst the strangest of folk, he had made friends of all unwieldy sorts. He wondered if he brought as much joy to those around him as those around him brought joy to him. He believed he spent his life well, and so it was. He wished he could share a few more laughs with the denizens of the world before his untimely, albeit long-delayed, departure, but alas, he was not permitted such. It was a fleeting hope that didn't weigh on his mind whatsoever, for he knew that he would have had the same wish regardless of when his time would have come. And so what else was left to do? He shared one final laugh with the world, a cacophonous cry of joy made with all his soul could muster... and then the world was merely a little bit quieter than it had been mere moments ago, for the ever-boisterous Everwinter Druid had met his end.

 

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Welp, that's one way to wrap up a character. I'll keep this short(ish) and sweet(ish) as it's my first proper PK on this server. Scoria was my whitelist character, and he has been my estranged joymonger for the better part of the past 4 years. I've played a handful of characters on LOTC, but never quite gave any as much attention as I gave to my screw-loose Highlander. He has been, without a doubt, one of my favorite characters I've ever played in any roleplay scenario to date. I hope that he has brought as much enjoyment to those I've interacted with on him as I gained from those I had the pleasure of interacting with. It's a somewhat somber end, although I'm glad he has gotten a proper ending at all, as I haven't been active on the server for over a year a little bit now. I can't say it wasn't a sudden ending, nor can I say it was a grand ending, but I can confidently say it was an ending I thoroughly enjoyed. For as sad as I am that it's over, I'm equally as glad he's been given a conclusion to his story that I feel like I can be genuinely content with.

I made a lot of of memories on this server, mostly good ones with a couple... sour ones... in-between those good experiences. Sometimes caused by others, sometimes caused by me. I've had the opportunity to grow as a person on more than one occasion from these experiences, and I frankly never expected to have personal growth source from a mineman fantasy larping server of all places. This isn't some final goodbye to the server, as I'll still be around on other characters, although I'll be still be pretty damn inactive bar hopping on for shenanigans perhaps. Regardless, I'm thankful to everybody who made this character so enjoyable to play for the past 4 years.

P.S. there are no letters or any form of last will for his belongings. That's all for this post, it's been one hell of a run.

 

[marsloll 1384]

"I hope to see you in due time as well."

 

"I'll see you soon."

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How wrong he was, to wish something so kind onto someone so awful. It was always in his nature to be trusting, and loving - tender hands nurtured the weakest of plants, ignorant to it's faults and to his own. A blind trust, placed in the most foul of hearts. What else could you expect from a father? 

 

What else could you expect from a bastard of a daughter?

 

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What a lovely character I've spent so much time around and a bittersweet ending - he was one of the first people I ever interacted with within the Nevaehlen community of eld, and he definitely played a core part in the development of my characters. Here's to actually staying in touch and not just me bothering you for something ever couple of months or so!

[Akrasia 265]

As the old man would awaken within the magnificent forest granted to him by his duty in his life, he would see a familiar 'ker sitting on the ground beside them. He knew not why he was sent here so early... though he was not one to think too deeply about such. He would look at him with a softness in his expression, a man looking to a friend he had truly missed working alongside and spending time with. 

 

"There is a lot of fun to be had... you're going to love it here."

[PolarLoLs 984]

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While i haven’t interacted with you beyond  lowkirk burning you alive im glad to have helped you close this book of yours! 

 

[ItsMyWorld66 169]

The forest screamed in the voice of a 'ker as he howled out in a voice that no man should make, tears fell as it tapered off into an agonized break of denial. Even as the laughter sang through his spine, ringing in his ear, the laughter could not banish the gutted sensation as the Druid fell to his knees. Bent there, long ebony hair spilling down...a memory came...words filtered through fog that cleared slowly...

 

"....I believe so, I went there seeking a bottle of their finest Ashwood Liquor..."
"Ye drink alcohol? I thought ye only drunk tea to be honest."
"I do drink wine  He chirped.  Just a little bit at a time, and I used to drink coffee. My teacher got me into drinking tea."

"Wine is flavorless....Tis no better than drinking water."
A confused huff...a shake of the head. "Then you're drinking the wrong stuff..."

A smirk...there was a smirk there... "Remember my old charades with Blissfoil?"
He groaned, head tossed back in remembered pain but a smile as he reached out to pat him on the shoulder. "I cannot ever forget..."
"Ah, well I nay eat Blissfoil anymore....Only Frostvine."

 

He began to laugh...he cried and he laughed, sobbing as the elf tipped his head back so his tears fell as his chest jerked and sobbing laughs came from him. He laughed and laughed and cried and screamed to the sky as the song of his last student faded from it...
"Only...frostvine now...you never gave that up did you?"

He stood, shaking and still sobbing...still laughing...turning to the woods. He knew the way, he would find what was left of his last student. His only human he ever took a chance on...yet still the Druid outlived. He would find what was left...bring it back...and then find who did this and make sure he was the last one laughing....

[Tav 4336]

.. A lone panther-spawn snapped his head northwards to the frozen forests, of which he believed promised nothing more than a difficult trudge and cold breeze that challenged its visitors. Survival had already proven itself to be a troublesome aspiration; truly, how could a place like that bring joy?

 

I hope it isn’t you, He spared to the wind. Seraphine, Vayan, Bastet—maybe even Suliin.

If only the Prisgoth knew. It was a man who cared to understand him amidst a village who didn’t; an anchor for good had departed that night.

 

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When I tell you I was nothing short of shocked opening up the link to this post and seeing it was a SCORIA PK?? I’m really sad to see him go, but also happy to hear he received a send-off that you’re satisfied with; the best part of a character is getting a good ending, in my opinion.

I remember being a little noob in Almaris, I had just settled into the Vale and I barely even roleplayed because I was too nervous to. You were definitely one of those players who helped me get out of my shell and I thank you for that. Everyone enjoyed Scoria as much as you enjoyed him, if anything even more. <3

 

[rathat 868]

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[FOOB 86]

Somewhere amidst the waves drifted a lone druid. Entirely alone, save for the bloom of sea pillows drifting along the currents with her. The sudden bouts of heavy sadness and the lingering pain that follows have gotten all too familiar these last few years, as two more of her fellow druii depart from this life. Bicolored eyes squeeze shut for a moment, before she continues to stare up at the sky, wondering, not for the first time, if it is all worth it.

 

A certain gremlin of an elfess, an old friend, would sadly remain unaware to the cries of nature, so it was unlikely she would find out for a while yet. But once she did, the sad tunes of a sorrowful flute would carry on the fiends, as Yra mourned yet another one of her dear friends. It had been a good run for him indeed, he would be remembered.

[Hyperdron 355]

It was a Joy this Chorus had hoped to hear again one day - but not to this tune. Not this tune that the 'ame had almost come to expect these days, so wrought with the march of sorrows and angers, enough so that even the sunset presence in their soul struggled to maintain its eternal Peace. A truth made itself very clear in their mind. Clearer still, given his mentorship of the 'ame in their first steps of dedicancy. Clearer still, given he had pulled them from the waters of attunement. Clearer still, given he had taught them all they knew of the Aspects' gifts. There is no other with this infectious a Song.

 

The 'ame sat in the midst of a sprawling forest - for how long, they did not know, for the passing of time was an enigma to this one - their only company being the voices in their thoughts. Some mourned; some grieved; some wondered what more they should have done; some chastised the other voices' complacencies; some condemned the others' secrecies; one could only stay silent, for this was one of a mere few futures they wholly thought would break through them, and yet that jinx from a god long gone remained unbreakable; thousands more watched from the other side of the sun. It takes much discussion before any conclusions can be reached, at which the 'ame stands and starts the trek back. A new Peace is left in their wake - louder, stronger, and calmer.

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Despite their capabilities, despite their knowledge, despite their feelings, the Everwinter may not yet see this druid's faces. They would not be worthy of calling to him - not until one can stand before him with a genuine smile.

 

"Would we carry a Song like you, one day?"

 

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b r o t h e r  I can't believe you went and died on me right as I was getting back into the server, smh

 

Loved Scoria, gonna miss the jolly old fellow. You were a wonderful teacher and a remarkable provider of RP, I only wish I could have provided more back. Please do bring your shenanigans by every once in a while yes!! We need the power of you and your whimsy!!!

 

[Suzzie 866]

Feral rarely bothered to interact with most these days; The mentality of the 'ame and the border of her existence blended with that of the wilds till there was no separation. Running shifted through through snow-laden forests was her norm, heavy pads striking the ground with every stride. Cries of pain from the song were not uncommon anymore. The Druids were in strife, and splintered. Slowly devouring one another. It was a bitter, familiar sensation at this point. Yet this one was different.

 

The screams of discord forced her to a stop, keeping her frozen in place as she felt her heart tore asunder. With this profound sadness, she felt what could only be described as a faint tether snap. A bond severed. 

 

It did not have to be said. She knew.

 

So she howled, crying out in pain, in anger, in sadness. And the wilds howled with her, a harrowing song of mourning piercing through the land..

 

Farewell, Scoria.Until we meet again in the Eternal forest.

 

[Fleur___ 200]

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Frenzied squeaks of a small mouse echoed through the trees as she skittered across the forest floor, a warbled imitation of her cries weaving through the shadows behind her. No matter where she tried to hide, the repetition followed. The poor thing knew she had not much more to give; her short legs sought to betray her as they fought harder and harder for some respite. Such a small body could only fit so much strength compared to her unrelenting pursuer, and so all she could do was close her eyes as it ran dry.

 

No noise came from the mouse now apart from her breathing, lungs hungry for air she struggled to find. Her stolen shrieks surrounded her as she awaited the inevitable. Spindly fingers slowly wrapped around her, as if they knew they could take their time. Something sharp threatened to pierce her side, then…

 

Pain.

 

She felt pain, but the helpless little thing would not suffer alone on this day. All that lived in this forest was swept over by the wave of a great loss that continued on to lands the mouse would never see. This sorrow, as swiftly as it came, blossomed into an irresistible feeling of joy. How could the happiest moment in her life to be at death's door? This was not a moment to die, and so the astute mouse took this opportunity to flee into the shrubs. She did not question the absence of pursuit behind her.

 

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

 

The Fleshgait stood motionless as it watched its prey scurry off, its attention fully robbed by the glee that lingered in the air. It knew what this was; it knew well what had happened. Having spent so much time imitating behaviors from those of this realm, crying almost came natural. But this did not call for sorrow. The wilds, who would have cried for any other, instead celebrated aloud for even the tainted to hear. It was only this faerie's duty to do the same.

 

What a wonderful day.

 

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The one and only father of fae........ This character has been such a driving force for so many others which is imo one of the best things to have happen in this server as a result of your rp. My own sprite and by extension the newest sprite CA rewrite would not have been anywhere as interesting if not for Scoria. I'm so glad he managed to have a meaningful ending one way or another. Now make a sprite ho.