[PK] The Monster, Hilda

[Aftrballini 450]

 It is fortunate news that the creature known as The Monster has finally passed on.

 

She is survived by no family. Remembered by no friends.

 

Her death was meaningless as her life was distraught.

 

There is no greater claim beyond this. No great and final word upon the world.

No will. No letters.

She is dead. And that is enough. Her spirit is asunder. To burn in the depths for eternity.

 

As the burning of her body and rending of her flesh made manifest Hilda in some manner would find herself relief.

This is what she wanted afterall.. An end to the whole horrible thing. A broken and mad life..

Maybe she should have strayed from her path. Waited for longer. And kept herself free from the world. In hiding.

Maybe she should have done as Stanton asked. Lived piously. Withdrew from her plans. Her magic. And laid to rest.

Maybe she should have died with her husband Albert.. 

Maybe she should have died with Mac..

Maybe she sh...

Mayb...

But now. It is. Too late.

[Goodbye, Aloisa Barclay]

 

 

Spoiler

Thank you to everyone who had a hand in this character's story. It was not a happy one.

And I tried way too hard for way too long to keep it going longer than it should have gone.

But in the end. All stories must have a final.

I felt like I had to keep her alive for the sake of a Spellforge. Felt like I needed to continue a story or a plotline and I really do thank the people I was writing with. But after discussion with a friend. It has been deemed time to let her move on.

That's sometimes just how it goes. She was my first true villian.

And I know I was probably not the finest villian to interact with. But I really had fun. And I really do appreciate everyone who had a hand in developing her. I'm sorry to anyone who maybe wanted more interaction. If I could leave behind from my experiences with this character anything. It would be- don't gatekeep things folks. I offered vampirism to everyone I met. And don't be kill hungry. There are better ways to write a good story. 

<3

 

 

For archival purposes this characters story was as follows. . .

 

 

 

     Guilote the Rosethorn entered Reinmar one hundred and thirty years ago from the day of her death. She wore her father’s armour. A cruel man that died too early and left her to fend for herself. She was notable for being exceptionally large for a woman. And often disguised herself in that armour to remain genderless to wandering eyes. 
 

  After several years in employ of the hird, fighting and killing beasts she was blooded into the city of Reinmar. As Aloisa. She made friends with several people including one of her closest- Jay. It was not long after- that she met Albert Barclay. The two fought as was her family’s tradition for the right to marriage and he won. They married. And she became a princess. They had one child (who never got a player but he probably chilling).

 

   During her royal presence she would travel to Lurin to learn magic out of curiosity. Despite knowing her people actively forbid it and her culture frowned upon it. She wanted the power to defend them when the time came. Also during this time she participated in the fight against the Red Lich.

 

   Aloisa fell into a coma early in her years from the strain of her body and magic which left her red hair to turn white. In age she gained wrinkles. And during a wedding, which was assaulted by the fiends of the dark, she would be forced to use her magic in the defense of her kin. For this she received a malflame burn upon her face. And she was outcast to roam the lands. Never to return to her home. 
 

   For the rest of her normal lifespan she sought to defend her people still- in the outskirts. She joined bands of mercenary. A traveling warrior. Then finally at the end of her life she settled down to rest as her husband had done. To join him in the eternal battlefield. 
 

  Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately she was given another chance. Another chance to continue her battles and the defense of the realm and people she loved. So began the general descent of Aloisa. As she became a vampire. Fed upon the blood of an altar. Rejuvenated. Youthful. And with more time she got to work.

 

   However time would only serve to further twist her mind. Aloisa took on a new name. Of Hilda. Operating alongside fiends like herself her mind continued to crack and loosen. She found herself in employ of the Imperial college. Destined to one day, based on that broken mind, overthrow it in some fashion. Ofcourse soon after the college found itself embroiled in a conflict and an attempted assasination…

 

   Hilda followed the one known as Ark hoping to continue her work learning. And teaching. At that point a husk of the woman she once was. She sought peace in the light and offered horror in the dark…

 

  One day the Veilward would fall. And with it her first great injury. 
 

   What followed was a spiral into true insanity. Revenge. A hunt that would last until the very end of her days. Along the way she had made deals. Made friends. Made enemies. And provided a fair amount of (content) memories. 
 

  This background character ultimately suffered a tragic end. But it was deserved. She was deep down perhaps a good person. Perpetually blinded by her own thoughts and desires. Stricken forever and eternally by grief that had no place to safely reside. A tale of what power can do in the wrong hands. A cautionary tale to serve warning. 
 

   Her many names and faces were now at rest. Left behind were only scars. And maybe- just maybe. A smile from those that in someway understood… If any of them were alive to smile in the first place. 

Edited April 14 by Aftrballini

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

“A malis igitur mors abducit, non a bonis, verum si quaerimus.” Larkin states this upon the steps to the Seven Skies, hoping to see his old friend once more as she passes.

[xo31 3979]

 

An archmage nodded his head slowly. He did not know the being long - but he knew it long enough to know that it sought greatness through the arcane.

 

This, he thought, was enough. She would become a star in the night sky as all great wizards did.

 

[Kirakuru 152]

The first matchstick lit a candle within her very own tent, then offered a prayer to their departed leader. With their fall being a moment they wish to never forget, they sear it into their flesh cutting it and searing a notch as rememberance.

[molly molly molly 1329]

჻჻჻ ⫥ ϗϟ ⫘  ϗϟ ⫢ ჻჻჻

 

ჟ ხ Where spiders dread to tread, the Matron toils in shadows. She prepares a feast. ხ ჭ

ვ ხ Meat for a starving belly. Blood for a parched throat. ხ კ

 

In the Underdark's oppressive black shadows, Matron Nightblood looms over Professor Hilda's recently eviscerated corpse. Two bloody options are weighed, scrutinized in her hands- Hilda's heart, or Hilda's liver? Which should be dinner?

 

Heart. Liver.

Heart. Liver.

Heart? Liver..

... 

Heart. 

 

"Another down. Vailth below— I've forgotten how good this feeling is. The aches.. they're quiet, again. It's.. bliss." 

 

She gives in. She couldn't possibly hope to fight against this dark temptation, not anymore; she didn't want to. It didn't scare her, not any longer. Who could resist their nature forever? She loses herself completely to deranged, cannibalistic bliss.

 

So she eats; adoring every bloody, raw bite.

 

-⫥ ⸶ ჟ ⸷ ⫢-

ჟ ხ Nind el whol dos Ilhar Vailth. ხ ჭ

ვ ხ Xun dos saph lil' i'dol usstan lodtyn? ხ კ

⫥ ⸶Phu' dos sae'uth, Ilhar Vailth?⸷ ⫢

-⫥ ⸶ ჟ ⸷ ⫢-

 

Spoiler

Glad to have interacted with Hilda. I am sorry her story ended this way. You are a wonderful storyteller, and I wish you all the best in whatever character and narratives you pursue in the future. 

[JediMaestro 240]

When Solveig hears of the woman's death, she knows little else to do but to light a candle. Watching its flame flicker, she reflects how little she truly knew of the other in the end. She never knew a name - the moniker of Aloisa Barclay would mean nothing to her, much less any of the other aliases that followed in its wake. Nor did she ever hear the woman's story - neither any of the good deeds done in life nor any of the wicked ones done in the unnatural half-life that followed. Nor even, really, had she heard tell of the good deeds of the one she knew - the one called the Martyr.

 

What she did know, however, was the actions of a single day. A warm smile given on a day when the world was at its starkest and coldest. Succor in a hostile and uncaring world. A single act of kindness, offered without much consideration of its import, which reshaped the world around Solveig into somewhere worth living again. For that, the Martyr would always have her admiration and love, such as it was.

 

So, although Solveig scarcely knows the woman--not her name nor her life, not a relationship long enough to call her a friend nor deep enough to truly reckon with the impact of her loss, neither knowing which god to pray to nor even what to ask of whichever god would bend ear--nevertheless she bows her head for a few moments and mourns her, just as she had mourned the couple whom she and the Candleborn, at the behest of the Martyr, had sought unsuccessfully to rescue. One didn't really need to know someone to mourn them, after all; it was enough to recognize the senseless loss of life and to grieve that the world should continue on without stopping to mark the death of one of its own denizens.

 

After a few quiet moments, Solveig rises and continues on with her day, remembering well from this and so many other tragedies to cherish her children and never to miss an opportunity to remind her husband of her love. Before too long, the Martyr's sacrifice joins the dusty annals in the back of her mind along with so many others who have fought and died in the periphery of her life.

 

There the candle sits, burning for a time, giving shape and warmth and coziness to the area just around its flickering light. And then, minutes or hours later, without any attention paid by the very world to whom it gave light, it snuffs out.

Edited April 14 by JediMaestro

[Nathaniel Maxwell 66]

The light from the Aelkos's eyes *Died Out* as the crestfallen tigerasi looked upon the missive. ". . . As days trudge ever onwards, the descendants who have earned my trust quickly dwindle. My faith in the descendants. . . continues to erode."

[MNT_Plovdiv 377]

One cloaked figure approached the missive with a stillness that felt almost unnatural, as though the world itself held its breath around the figure. The moment its eyes traced the ink, something in its expression faltered.

 

Without hesitation, it tore the notice from the board. It folded it once, tightly, as if containing the truth within it, and turned away before anyone could notice the tremor in its hand.

 

It would quickly run, with the parchment on horseback until the ruins of Inverlael rose like broken teeth against the horizon. It did not slow as it enters the ruins, it knew exactly where it was going... The same corner. The same house, if its crumbling stones on the eastern edge of the ruins.

 

It stepped into the space where walls once stood and lowered its gaze to the earth. For a moment, it simply stood there, listening to something no one else could hear. Then, slowly, it knelt.

 

Its hand brushed the ground, fingers pressing into the soil as though greeting an old friend. Or mourning one.

 

With its other hand, it brings out  a small candle. The flame flickered to life with a quiet breath, casting trembling light across its cloak. It held the missive over it, watching as the fire caught, curling the edges inward. The ink blackened, then vanished, word by word, until nothing remained but ash drifting onto the sacred patch of earth.

 

“Ra vo sioul e peoc’h… Rest in peace...” it murmured, its voice barely more than the wind slipping through the ruins. The flame died as it turned its wrist, its gaze settling on it for a brief. Then it rose, and runs east from the ruins.

 

Spoiler

I know it was rather brief with the interactions with Hilda towards the end of her life but it was a lot of fun! Thank you so much @Aftrballinifor all the roleplay, you are a really talented roleplayer and hopefully there will be more roleplay opportunities in the near future.