Akorta's Death

[Akorta 92]

((I'm not much of a story writer, but this is my attempt anyway, Enjoy :P))

It was the year 1340, a major victory had recently been won against the Necromancer, Cataris. Everything seem peaceful within the Isles, but under the skin of the Milita's General, Akorta, Something was stirring.

"Akooooooorta..." Akorta suddenly wakes up, searching the room for anything suspicious, he quickly turns his head towards the room where his daugher, Julianna, is sleeping. He gazes aroun the room once more before getting up to look around, he goes into Julianna's room to make sure she is okay, after checking around the room he heads out into the Barracks, as he walks by his eyes quickly lock onto something glowing, as he turns to get full focus, it vanishes, he rubs his eyes and continues walking.

He gets to the top floor of the barracks and heads out onto the the bridges ontop of the frozen lake, he walks along the bridges, making sure that there is nothing abnormal around the Isles. As he approaches the end of one of the bridges, he kneels down to stare into the frozen lake, as he dose he sees the glow again, this time more clearly, they almost resemble green glowing eyes, as he gets closer they vanish, feeling confused and startled he quickly stands up and turns around to leave, as he does it's as if a shadow went through him, making him collapse.

Akorta awakes to find it is now day, he peers around before standing, he notices his friends are out walking, he stands up and goes to greet them. After a day of hanging out with his friends, he heads back to the Barracks for the night, once he gets to his room within the barracks, he tucks his daughter in and is quickly off to his bed, falling asleep almost immediately. Darkness... Akorta awakens the next morning, feeling drained of energy, he awakes to find that it is already the middle of the afternoon, with the day basically gone he slowly gets up and goes to do his daily task, as he went about his duties, the glowing eyes kept flicking through his mind, shaking it off he went about his duties. That night Akorta dreamt of the green eyes, this time accompanied with a dark grin, with rotting teeth, the sight of the face woke Akorta, again it was the afternoon, and he was still tired, but as usual he went about his day.

The dreams continued for the next few weeks, getting clearer and clearer each time, Now the dream has become a dark rotten body, with glowing green eyes, along with the smile of death it's self, Akorta didn't know if this meant something or if it was all in his head. The dreams have become more intense, the figure is now compelete, a rotten human, surrounded with shadowy mist, along with the green eyes and evil grin, Akorta recognised it from somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it, the figure just kept repeating "Akoooooooorta" He knew that it had to mean something. Akorta started waking up during the evenings, or occasionally the morning after, he started becoming worried, he knew that this was not normal at all, he started not sleeping at all, or until he passed out atleast, but it just kept getting worse.

After only sleeping once in a week every week, he started seeing things, like the figure from his dream, he started seeing this figure in his own reflection when he looked at himself in the frozen lake, it was if like, this figure was inside of him. As the days went on, Akorta became paler and paler, his health quickly declining, he started looking like a walking corpse himself, he thought about asking his friends for help, but he was too proud to do so. Akorta was now not sleeping at all, but he was still dreaming, the dreams felt real, everything he was picturing felt real to the point where it was real, he went to ask his best friend Rhisereld if she saw it to, she looked curiously at Akorta, asking if he was alright, he agreed and slowly walked off, as he walked off his eyes turned teary, he knew that this was all in his head, and that no one could help.

After months of the dreams, Akorta finally knew who the figure was, he was an old Necromancer by the name of Crowe, Akorta became worried, had Crowe came back? and if so, why was he attacking Akorta? Akorta knew whatever was happening to him he had to leave the isles, if only for everyone elses protection. Akorta had ralied his friends in the Isles, and told them that he had to leave south or a little while, it was hard for him to say goodbye, but he knew he had to, as he left his friends and family behind he felt himself growing weaker. On his journey he pictured Crowe, following him, walking beside him, talking to him, He kept trying to shake the image of Crowe away, but whatever he did, he just stayed there, as if he was apart of him.

"Akoooooorta... Awaken" Akorta quickly awakened to see Crowe, He looked so real, he reached his arm out to touch him, as he did his heart dropped as he grabbed the robes of the Necromancer, Crowe lent in closer and whispered into his ear "Awaken" Akorta awoke to find that he was dreaming, but even still he felt the cold chill on his ear where the Necromancer spoke, quickly getting up to start the fire again he saw the eyes, they were moving, the grin growing larger, as if he was plotting something, Akorta tried his hardest to ignore it but as hard as he could, He couldn't let his gaze go of the sight. Akorta watched the fire as he started nodding off to sleep again, as he fell into unconciousness the eyes grew brighter, Akorta awoke in a dream, Confronted by Crowe, Crowe spoke to him about Akorta's death, and how it was certain to come to, Akorta reached for his sheathed sword only for it to turn to maggots in his hands, he went to punch for the Necromancer, Yelling for him to leave alone, it seemed to go through him, as if he was fighting a shadow, and yet the Necromancer could grab him. Crowe reached his hand out, rotting and falling apart, he pressed his hand against Akorta's chest and began to whisper in a eary voice "Die..." Akorta awoke grabbing at his chest, where it was touched by the Necromancer, He quickly jumped up and removed his shirt to find a burn mark on his chest, his face quickly turned white and became sick, coughing up blood, he knew he needed attention.

Akorta was running back to the Isles as fast as he could, ignoring all distractions along the way, by the time he approached the Isles blood was flowing out of his mouth, as if his insides were liquidisng, he arrived in the Isles, where he saw a group, he approached them, asking for help, looking up at them bleeding, they quickly went to find help, but Akorta couldn't wait, he moved into the Barracks, down into the Dorms, where he found Rhisereld and Alethion, He looked at them, a look of distress and pain, he knew he was going to die. He fell to his knees, looked up at them at grinned, blood building up inside his mouth and beginning to leak through his teeth, he spoke a few words before his eyes filled with blood until the point where his eyes became blood. Akorta shared his final words before collapsing.

"Akooooorta" Akorta awoke in a dream, Or was it reality? faced by Crowe, Crowe grinned at Akorta, a staff formed in Crowes hands, he proceeded to move towards Akorta, what felt like years happened within a few seconds, Crowe moved to him, before placing his hand on his head and muttering a few untranslatable words, he then thrusted the staff through his chest. Akorta laid there, Lifeless.

[Roze 85]

Nioce!

I mean well sucks loosing you, but its a good piece of writing,

[susitsu 871]

((NOOOOOOOOO. That really sucks Q_Q Akorta was one of the few members of the Order who didn't despise me...I really will miss you, was some fun rp, enjoyed the few times we had. Also, this is pretty well done, just saying. Though I must mourn for Akorta...))

[Nandz64 4]

[OOC] Wait, can we use this as role-play material or would that be metagaming?

I'm probably DERPing here, but please someone answer my question.

[Akorta 92]

Eh, I don't care how you use it.

[Alec 269]

You accompanied me for almost thirty years now. Where would I be without your help? Probably in the sewers of Al'khazar. Without your help, I don't think Rhisereld and I would have met. I don't think I would have helped the people of the Isles. I think many more undead would be out there hurting people. I bury you here beside Annora. May you two rest in symmetry.

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.