The Death Of Ever: Part One

[Ever 2648]

"B-book..." Around Ever lay a plethora of foodstuffs and buckets of ale, all uneaten. He repeats his request for a book again. Cedric races out of the room, returning a few moments later, book in hand. Ever opens the book, propping it up on his lap, and begins to write. The top line reads: "The Will 'n Requests o' Ever".

He sighs, continuing to write with his back to the cold stone wall, oblivious to Cedric's and Philip's presence. He mumbles along as he writes, occasionally scratching things out and re-writing.

"To Will Forestin: You were a good mate, 'n a good opponent. I leave ya with what little I own; a couple o' buckets 'n my property on King's Road. Ya have ta split it with Cedric. 'm sad ta say goodbye...

To Cedric: Ya always encouraged me, 'n were a good friend. I leave ya my property on King's Road, split with Will.

To Arbrek: It was good ta know ya, 'n 'm sorry for the way I acted 'afore. I know I haven't talked ta ya since then, but hop'fully ya get this note. Remember be as I was before the taintin'...

To Thral'Mar: I liked ya. You were a good fella, 'n a good 'un ta drink with.

To Craglode: 'm glad I bought that house from ya, you were a good 'un ta know, even though ya did like to hurt meh doggies...

To Lucas Black: Thank ya fer savin' me all those times, 'n tha words o' encouragement. Hopefully ya have already delivered the diamond to meh granddaughter by now...

To Philip: I could drink ya under the table anneh ole day.

To Eoin: Keep Will in line for meh, will ya?

To Annabelle: Though I din't know ya much, will ya promise ta give my granddaughter, Ingot, tha love I was never able to?

To Aster: I hope ya see the darkness yer soul has fallen into. I wish tha best to ya.

To Winston: Sorry fer the way I acted mate.

To annehone I mighta fergot: Sorreh, 'm not in my right mind atta moment. Remember tha cheery, drunken Ever who was, not this emotional wreck.

To the town of New Oasis: Ya 'ave my inn. Do with it wut ya wish, but let Aster 'n Cyt keep their rooms 'n belongings. Maybe one day ya can wash away the blood from ther..."

And finally, to Ingot: I give ya meh blessings. Yer tha last 'un o' tha family. I also gib ya the family diamond, 'n ask that ya wear with pride, 'n pass it on to yer descendant. 'm sorreh that I never got to talk to ya face ta face, but it's better this way...

Ever smiles as he finishes, closing the book and nodding off into a nap.

(( Ever isn't dead yet, but he's gonna die REAL SOON. I'm killin' off because it seems to be the right thing to do, roleplay wise. I already have a new character I play as, so you'll still see me around. ))

[Einnatz 10]

(Nooooooo! Ever D:)

[Phibbup 286]

To Philip: I could drink ya under the table anneh ole day.

;_;

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((You told me you weren't killing him off... :( I am so sad to see Ever go, if it weren't for him, I'd be living in the wilds now, with friends or anything to do...))

[Cooonie 55]

(( I only roleplayed with you once, but I have to accept it. I'll miss Ever ))

[Ever 2648]

((You told me you weren't killing him off... :( I am so sad to see Ever go, if it weren't for him, I'd be living in the wilds now, with friends or anything to do...))

(( Hehe, I didn't think I'd kill 'im off. But a good offer came by, and I'm itchin' for some good roleplay. ))

[loopmoploop 5]

((I once roleplayed with you in the Therving Inn, or Tavern, or whatever. I taught you how to chew on a bone. It was some of the best rp I have ever had on this server. Also, I kinda wish you stayed alive so you could become king. I hope they put this up in Kal'Urugan when you die, "Here lies King Ever. Th' Drunk.))

[Taiga 764]

" Asleep, lay the unconscious herder,

Awaiting his imminent murder.

His death shall not hinder him,

A victim to mere whim.

He lay, forgotten and unmentioned,

All of his very own, intentioned.

Upon Ever's last devoured swill,

Why wasn't I, mentioned in his will? "

[kurk brak 70]

(( Okay, Ever's lying in my basement, emo'ing all over the floor. I HAVE SO MUCH CLEANING TO DO.))

Will sits across from Ever in the room, watching intently what he's doing. He's quite. . . Aggravated with the situation. Stupid people. All of them, stupid. He walks over to Ever, and pats him on the shoulder. He speaks with himself for a moment, with phrases such as, "Life sucks," "Why me?" and "Oh my dear Ka-Hooli, what did I do to deserve this?" He reads over the notes over Ever's shoulder, and frowns. He releases a deep sigh, then goes back to sitting on the floor across from Ever.

(( AND A HERP TO THE DERP. ))

[Tadiera 4]

(( Never got the chance to RP with you, but this is a great post and the looks of a great send-off and I look forward to your new beginnings. Maybe we can RP then. :) ))

[Ever 2648]

" Asleep, lay the unconscious herder,

Awaiting his imminent murder.

His death shall not hinder him,

A victim to mere whim.

He lay, forgotten and unmentioned,

All of his very own, intentioned.

Upon Ever's last devoured swill,

Why wasn't I, mentioned in his will? "

Simon, you I barely knew,

Otherwise, you'd be here too.

I'd be glad to have ya, I don't lie,

Among these pages, right before I die,

We shoulda roleplayed together more,

Play with me on Ingot, I implore.

(( Flerpderp ))

[kurk brak 70]

Simon, you I barely knew,

Otherwise, you'd be here too.

I'd be glad to have ya, I don't lie,

Among these pages, right before I die,

We shoulda roleplayed together more,

Play with me on Ingot, I implore.

(( Flerpderp ))

Whilst thine poem quarrel flares longer,

the sensation of burning hinders thine thread.

Do not attempt to battle with words,

for the forums your wages will hurt, instead.

For one last line, there is more I must say.

With my poetry, I have blown the both of you away.

*DERP.*

[Taiga 764]

Simon, you I barely knew,

Otherwise, you'd be here too.

I'd be glad to have ya, I don't lie,

Among these pages, right before I die,

We shoulda roleplayed together more,

Play with me on Ingot, I implore.

(( Flerpderp ))

" A man skilled in poetry?

I do suppose I must oppose thee.

A challenge of wits and wordplay,

A challenge you must not go astray.

We shall battle with our wits,

And harm with out words.

Let the sharp sting arise,

Many in the clash, their final demise.

If you are willing, if you are wise,

Then stand up to the podium, and begin, off with the lies! "

" I do admit, I have not known you much in-game,

Above, I was simply having a merry bit of fame.

I should have known thee longer,

And let the relationship prosper.

Farewell, the drunken dwarf,

May the ashes be spirited towards a wharf.

For I shall not feel anguish, pain, or resent,

I have not known you long for any repent.

No gifts, no tidings, no thoughts in mind,

A tool of the gods, your corpse left behind.

But fear the otherworld not, I must inquire,

Will your soul burn, in the nether's pyre? "

[Phibbup 286]

(( Poem War. ))

[kurk brak 70]

" A man skilled in poetry?

I do suppose I must oppose thee.

A challenge of wits and wordplay,

A challenge you must not go astray.

We shall battle with our wits,

And harm with out words.

Let the sharp sting arise,

Many in the clash, their final demise.

If you are willing, if you are wise,

Then stand up to the podium, and begin, off with the lies! "

" I do admit, I have not known you much in-game,

Above, I was simply having a merry bit of fame.

I should have known thee longer,

And let the relationship prosper.

Farewell, the drunken dwarf,

May the ashes be spirited towards a wharf.

For I shall not feel anguish, pain, or resent,

I have not known you long for any repent.

No gifts, no tidings, no thoughts in mind,

A tool of the gods, your corpse left behind.

But fear the otherworld not, I must inquire,

Will your soul burn, in the nether's pyre? "

Was my point unclear?

Oh, you're such a *****.

I believe we had spoken,

this is the last token.

I give you another chance,

to quit your childish advance.

The poetry shall end,

and then we can all be friends.

I have not supplied efficient rhymes,

and for this I regret to have wasted your time,

But I do hope you realize my reason for speaking,

as the foundations of poetry are already creaking,

We all shake the building as one,

which makes the destruction so much fun,

But for me to humbly ask you,

and you so quickly refused,

It is the ultimate insult alone,

entirely offensive on its own.

I do not wish to insult your words,

but go back to playing with all the nerds.

(BADDAG BING, BADDA BOOM. )