A Footnote in History | Aiyeis

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Aurinia Wick & Aiyeis Acal’Turrii

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I wrote this on my iPad, ignore shitty formatting.

 

A forgettable footnote in history. One that is best left forgotten.

 

Death offers no release, not for those bound for hell.

 

A foolish woman in life, sickly and infirm from youth to maturity.

 

She saw little more than the slick walls of her captivating well. 

 

 

Aurinia Wick

Sleepless and maddened, this raven haired Wick wandered into the forest never to be seen again. Only known by a handful and born under tar. She had not aged in the many decades spent amongst her kith. 

 

 

Aiyeis Acal’Turrii

 

Likely forgotten, a remnant of an embarrassing past. Aiyeis Acal’Turrii was no victim to the scourge of beastly things that hid in the dark. From youth to maturity, this woman indulged in the intoxicating world that offered her some semblance of power.

 

She knew what others did not, she watched like a rat in the gutter. Though she sat in the lap of luxury, Aiyeis had been little more than a servant. A sniveling rodent with a bowed head.

 

A loathsome gluttonous shrew of a thing. One that painted herself the victim, enamored with her own self image.

 

It began with Haelun’or, the girl who had been gentle and naive, never wandering too far from her home, the illustrious silver city, or from the library that served as her education of what was outside of the walls. 

 

Much like a blight, curiosity brought pain and suffering to this simpering fool. Had she remained in city walls where her ego may have been nourished instead, the woman may have survived for many more years.

 

It was outside of those walls that she encountered more vile things, the very same malignant rot that stirred beneath the surface of nigh every city in Almaris. Vampiric beasts, and their masters, that was the first taste of putrid refuse.

 

Decades were spent groveling to beasts, and many more were spent attempting to become such. 

 

She had been naive, but as time went on the cancer spread. First it was shown in her neglect of her children. Then in her apathy to those that surrounded her. Rare few held her attention and heart, Meredith, her sister. Llewelyn, her first love. 

 

Both red of hair and kind of heart, much like her favorite children, the first girl, had ginger hair, like the fur of a cat. The next, Ambrosine, had hair like wine, and served as a calming balm, like honey in tea.

 

Her other children resembled her far too much for any true affection to be placed, they were to her as games and books were, tools and amusement. Ac’Sullii, a star dimmed by her mothers suffocating embrace, had been molded perfectly to her desires. She deserved more than had been taken. Named for the wretched naivety born within her cat-like eyes, a reminder of a past self the elf sought to escape. Aiyeis remembered her much like a prized pelt. 

 

Her son, Len’ii, so sickeningly like her, had sought to escape the silver cage he’d been placed within, and as such, he’d been driven from her mind. Name, memory and all. A disappointment.

 

In the tongue of kith, Aiyeis was a chikr. A virulent infection best rooted out.

 

Many others that held a place in her heart were treated with a more sickening affection, she cared little for their hearts, driving some further into their own demise, Dominyk Wick, for instance, had been both a healing balm and victim to her obsession.

 

It is a blessing that she was as craven and lazy as she was cruel. 

 

And like a diseased leaf, she was cut before the rest suffered. 

 

Aiyeis Castington | Aiyeis Acal’Turrii | Aurinia Wick

 

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@CaffeinatedCrow  @Security_ @Harald

 

I know there are more people I could @ realistically, but I wrote this post more for myself as I don’t play the character. Whoever knew her, I love you, thank you for role playing with her bullshit.

 

Anywho Aiyeis is dead, bye bye first character. 

 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Somewhere, an ancient occultist sensed a flicker in the veil betwixt life and death. She knew the feeling well. A known friend had passed, be it recent or historic- an echo of a tragedy. Her head bowed in grief.

[King_Kunuk 3022]

From a place beyond time, beyond meaning, beyond space, a Thing which new Aiyies beheld in its labyrinthian mind for a brief flicker of a micro cosmic of a second the thought of the now elf. The thought lasted for both a singular moment and a life age of the universe. It recalled fondness, and then as alien as the intrusive thought was, it vanished in lamentation.

[Laeonathan 5889]

Raziel looked upon the withered banner in the depths of his forge and for a brief moment, he remembered his friends of old. Some may have thought themselves a footnote in history, yet he remembered them still, despite the centuries that have passed.

[CaffeinatedCrow 259]

Two souls would gladly greet the other of who they held dear- both of reddish hair and a kind heart- no matter where their lives had taken them. Aiyeis would not be truly alone in death- not if both Ambrosine, and Meredith, could help it.

 

Elsewhere, the daughter of Aiyeis in spirit and not by blood would never truly know her mother was completely gone for the second time... but in her heart she always wept for someone she loved, even if the other didn't feel the same adoration she so harbored. Every lesson, every story, would be kept close to the chest- no matter if it was manipulation, or speculation...