The Two of Swords [DUAL-PK]

[ApetheticOrange96 92]

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Bro, I didn't interact much with maeril, but this is such a good pk post I'm shook

 

[_yink_ 578]

The news of his grandmother's death fell at first upon deaf ears. Petyr had known of the siege, yet his own recent injuries had kept him from attending as he healed. Surely, it could not be true. He turned to the flames, drawing in that courage from within, willing her image into being. "Granny?" he called softly, reluctantly doubtful. "Granny, Ea need vy tae answer…" It came out nearly as a plea, but the flames offered nothing in return, their light flickering for no one at all.

[Asutto 2452]

"You got a lot of stuff, kid. Welcome home." Mused one ancient Adunian to her descendant from the skies above.

[PoliteEquation7 187]

From the rubble did Adrian rise, gasping for air. He gazed towards the destruction surrounding himself, smoke rose from the cindering ashes of the city he so briefly knew.

 

The Greye's thoughts immediately shifted to his kin;

"Aury. . . .Cillian" 

 

". . . .Gramma. . . ."

[KidKrinkles 2043]

Somewhere, the bowie sat beneath a canopy, a cloak buttoned up around his throat, the hood pulled over, and low. He stared quietly at a fire, and wiped his lone-eye, wordlessly.

 

Two of his oldest friends... They'd never get to meet up, and perhaps, settle their differences now. The man would quietly get to his feet, to send a pair of letters.

[Cally 1080]

17 minutes ago, Veyric said:

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Bro, I didn't interact much with maeril, but this is such a good pk post I'm shook

 

stoppp - oh come on... stoppp 

[jihsoo 746]

Stars. The two of them graced the sky. 

Though it was a sight that their daughter would not know of.

Whether it is cruel or a grace for her to know or not.

 

Home. Were they finally home?

 

Naoise ran into their arms again.

 

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Always grateful for the chance to have gotten to play Faeleth.

Without that open door, that offering, I would not be as active and passionate in this Idunian Community without
@Cally& @Bones

bringing me here to play her in the first place.

 

RIP Maeril & Edwyn <3

 

 

[Wolfy-D 466]

Hawthorn had escaped the battle with many others on the ship, not learning about the admirals death until later on. Another loss of someone he cared about, the first person to believe in him, Roughly 50 years since they day.

 

"Is that what they speak of when elves live too long?" He mutters to himself below deck "no, it can't be. I've hardly lived half a humans life, let alone an elven one" he shakes his head, going to change back into lighter armor.

 

He thinks back on the time spent with her, back when he was still Grimm, the quiet one in the background, the days he spent wondering why she let him live, what she saw in him that he didn't see for decade, his promotion to siege master. And all of that leading up to the biggest mistake of his life, leaving without even properly saying goodbye, and he almost missed the chance to speak with her that last time. 

 

Making sure there is no one around to hear he whispers "I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly, even though you can't hear me, but I hope you forgive me." He sighs, organizing his weapons as he figures out what to do next "goodbye admiral, it was an honor fighting by your side"

 

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Man I come back and within 2 days you go and die on me. Smh.

 

[Lirinya 4021]

News of chaos within Ildon spread quickly. The neighbouring village of Adria was no exception.

 

When Castille returned to the village clad in armor, painted in blood.. when he explained that Ildon had fallen.. Genevive fretted.

 

What of Cathal and the Greye's? Were they injured- killed?

Such a fear was added to, when she caught word of peoples asking over "Cillian" and "Aury."

 

"I need to write a letter or two," Genevive muttered as she made for home.

[Star Whale 115]

Hidden away somewhere in an unknown part of Azuras, a man would lie unresting, a blank stare at the ceiling, letting all manner of events pass him by as if time had no effect on him, his mind clear as it usually was as of late; he had very little time for stray thoughts, for in recent times, he had become a man of purpose, with any thoughts he did allow to occupy his mind being only for completing said purpose, though even in the hidden place he lay, rumors reached him—murmurs of an attack on Ildon, one that had left the vassal overrun by creatures of the dark. It was in this moment the man allowed a rare moment of unpurposed thoughts to fill his mind as he thought back to the two Templars he had met long ago, from his very first meeting with Ser Edwyn in the woods of Numendil, where both men suffered injuries from a band of undead, to the misadventures that left him and both O'Rourkes in the form of animals while trying to obtain magic honey, to the chance meeting with an ice troll that resulted in ice falling atop his head, along with many other less notable memories he had from Aevos, each one short-lived as they soon faded into nothingness, leaving his mind blank once more, though one final thought would linger more than the rest before it too faded entirely: "I wonder how they're doing."

[DahStalker 3692]

An unyielding love was that of a doting mother. Comfortable under the comforts of a woven shawl did that Scyfling extend her arms forth toward the distant skies, nestled within them afar alongside her fallen son. Her lips held a kindred smile, once more befalling her beloved youth. Faintly did that night capture the aroma of goat milk.

[Morigung-oog 5697]

A discordant choir wept in not-so-solitude, having sensed the Veil's shifting, a soul-- beloved-- passing unto finality.

 

"... Peace, dear Admiral, peace. Know it well and know it at long last. It is a mercy well-deserved."

 

Another trinket was added to her garden of departed friends- gone but never truly forgotten.

[StrongBear 1239]

A man, one of which his times of youth have long since surpassed him. A wanderer. The youngest between the great O'Rourke siblings, potentially the last one alive. Lachlan. Surely he was old and gray, his body frail as he eldest merely kept an eye on the aging man. 

 

What was thought to be a normal day in Azyln's garden, the mood quickly changes. A courier hand delivers a letter to the frail man. He's felt this feeling before, many times for that matter. First it was his sister, then his wife. . . Now finally his parents. Taken, gone. Sadly, he will never get the chance to speak nor see them again. All by doings of his own, he was never the same after his sister died, he wanted to leave the pain behind but it always found a way to follow him. By far, his father, Edwyn was his favorite parent. But his mother, Maerîl was the better cook. 

 

 

The last O'Rourke of a comeback generation, stands in his daughter's garden. Alone, but that was nothing new. Silently, the old man weeps for whom he's lost. For whom he'll never be able to speak to again. For all he does it utter a single phrase. "I'm sorry." 

 

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@DrususThe old man has escaped to the gardens again.

 

Further more I'd like to thank @Callyand Bones for entrusting me and welcoming me back into this chaotic family once again. Sadly due to some personal reasons, I left the server for sometime and never got to really develop Lachlan and I apologize for that. But best of luck in your next ventures.

 

[Drusus 198]

The wandering hedgeknight returned to her romote home to witness her frail father within the garden, she too had a letter grasped within her one remaining hand. The battered and slowly healing O'Rourke known as Azlyn had only just survived her encounter with darkspawn, meaning she was unable to lend her aid to her family during this dire need.

With somber lumbering steps she made her way to her father, Lachlan, and led him to a more comfortable spot to sit and grieve the loss that they have found themselves facing. While she felt guilt for not being able to be there, she had hoped her grandparents were proud of her never the less. For doing what she left right in her own way, following the lessons and example both her grandmother and grandfather taught her.

"Rest easy you two, Gods above know that you deserve a good and peaceful rest."

[Casualty 77]

Another ***ht was to be spent upon the beach by the lit fire, after news had reached Joelina.

A bottle of single malt whiskey taken with her, stolen goods from the festivity within Alba. 

Somber and distant did she stare into the flame, remembering calmer moments,
stories of grand tales, of kindness extended her way as she was still small.

First aid, a Horse, the vow of bringing herbs in return for Haymitch. 

It wasn't the deepest bond, but she was fond of the woman, a toast had to her honor
and time she had enjoyed sharing.