The Death Of Ingot

[xmrsmoothx 317]

During the battle at Galahar's gates, Annabelle Cyrus stopped Ingot amidst the carnage. She described to Ingot her senseless killing. She held her sabre to her neck and threatened to end her life, if Ingot did not give up the monstrosity that Annabelle saw the Purge as. Ingot failed to stop Annabelle, and she slit her own throat. Ingot was knocked unconscious during the battle, and later went to pick up Annabelle's corpse. Ingot herself never fought in the battle at Galahar.

Ingot brought the body to Laurelin first, attempting to acquire the Druid's assistance, but they were unable to help with the dark magic that Ingot required. She repeated the phrase, "My life fer 'ers" like a mantra, begging for one that could help her.

Ingot and her deceased companion set out to the Keep of Aeriel, to gain knowledge on the location of the Undead horde. Ingot hoped that they could assist her in reviving her beloved. The keep was unoccupied, so she carried her Annabelle towards Alras, where they met with Lucas Black.

Ingot begged Lucas to resurrect Annabelle. She pleaded, "Fix 'er, fix 'er...", Lucas eventually giving in not due to the goodness of his black heart, but due to his own dark, selfish desires. Ingot, her corpse, Lucas, and Guraim set for a keep deep in the heart of frozen wastelands.

Lucas, drawing upon his knowledge of the dark arts, brought Ingot's life force to a halt, and dragged it into Annabelle's lifeless body, forcing her heart to beat, her mind's gears to continue cogging, and her soul to be revived in its old container. Ingot's life was cruelly ripped from her body, without objection, as Ingot's last act to Annabelle was one she wanted not to be associated with Annabelle's last words to Ingot; "E... enjoy your b-battle... m... monster."

Ingot laid Annabelle's corpse gingerly on the snowy top of the guard tower. Slowly, she dropped to her knees, never taking her eyes off of her mate. Annabelle's words still burned. She had become a monster, it was true. Her blinding rage deafened herself to Annabelle's pleas. Her blinding rage took the form of a sharp blade in Annabelle's hand. Her blinding rage had cut deep across Annabelle's throat. Her blinding rage had killed Annabelle, her lover. Ingot's heart ached in grief, but also in apprehension. Could this man really fix her? Bring her back as she once was?

Ingot's hand reached for the diamond she had hidden under her under armor. This was Annabelle's diamond, and it was almost as pretty as her. There was no need for Annabelle's diamond, however, if Annabelle was broken. She laid the diamond on Annabelle's bosom and scooted back a foot away from the corpse. Annabelle was broken, but soon she would be fixed. She would be fixed, and she would be happy. The monster would be gone.

Her mind was in a blur, Lucas's words barely reaching her ears. She sat transfixed on the gash on Annabelle's throat, muttering "fix her" over and over again. Her sanity was lost. She had devolved into a simpleton, wanting only one thing: for her mate to be fixed.

The pain came unexpectedly. It was as if every one of her nerves burned white hot. She bit down on her tongue to keep from crying out and nearly severed the muscle in half. Blood filled her mouth and began to pour out the sides. Her entire body shook, her limbs and eyes turned against her. They twitched uncontrollably, silently begging for the pain to end. But it would not end, not until her very life had been ripped from her body and given to Annabelle. This was the only way to fix her.

So she sat there, transfixed on the corpse of her lover, enduring the pain that none can. Blood and mucus poured from her nostrils as she began choking. Soon it would be all over. Soon her Annabelle would walk and talk and breathe and laugh and be happy again. Soon the darkness of death would envelop her.

Using the last bit of her strength, Ingot reached her hand out towards Annabelle's cheek, caressing it. Ingot's last bit of life left with her last act of love. Her body fell back into the snow, finally free of the torment she chose to endure for her mate. In her death, Annabelle received life. The ultimate act of love.

"M-mine..f-for her's..."

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((Well, I had hoped that Ingot would end on a happier note then Ever, but it is done just as flawlessly. Arbrek will be devastated when this goes public though. <_< ))

[Flynn 31]

((Jesus, you really plan your character's deaths good Ever. It covers every aspect of it. I might need to hire you to help me think of Flynn's fall from grace lol.))

[xmrsmoothx 317]

((Jesus, you really plan your character's deaths good Ever. It covers every aspect of it. I might need to hire you to help me think of Flynn's fall from grace lol.))

(( It was my plan too :C ))

[Ever 2648]

Thankies fo' this~ I lub it))

Ingot laid Annabelle's corpse gingerly on the snowy top of the guard tower. She dropped to her knees, positioning herself directly over her mate, her eyes never leaving the rigid corpse. Annabelle's words still burned. She had become a monster, it was true. Her blinding rage deafened herself to Annabelle's pleas. Her blinding rage took the form of a sharp blade in Annabelle's hand. Her blinding rage had cut deep across Annabelle's throat. Her blinding rage had killed Annabelle, her lover. Ingot's heart ached in grief, but also in apprehension. Could this man really fix her? Bring her back as she once was?

Ingot's hand reached for the diamond she had hidden under her under armor. This was Annabelle's diamond, and it was almost as pretty as her. There was no need for Annabelle's diamond, however, if Annabelle was broken. She laid the diamond on Annabelle's bosom and scooted back a foot away from the corpse. Annabelle was broken, but soon she would be fixed. She would be fixed, and she would be happy. The monster would be gone.

Her mind was in a blur, Lucas's words barely reaching her ears. She sat transfixed on the gash on Annabelle's throat, muttering "fix her" over and over again. Her sanity was lost. She had devolved into a simpleton, wanting only one thing: for her mate to be fixed.

The pain came unexpectedly. It was as if every one of her nerves burned white hot. She bit down on her tongue to keep from crying out and nearly severed the muscle in half. Blood filled her mouth and began to pour out the sides. Her entire body shook, her limbs and eyes turned against her. They twitched uncontrollably, silently begging for the pain to end. But it would not end, not until her very life had been ripped from her body and given to Annabelle. This was the only way to fix her.

So she sat there, transfixed on the corpse of her lover, enduring the pain that none can. Blood and mucus poured from her nostrils as she began choking. Soon it would be all over. Soon her Annabelle would walk and talk and breathe and laugh and be happy again. Soon the darkness of death would envelop her.

Using the last bit of her strength, Ingot reached her hand out towards Annabelle's cheek, caressing it. Ingot's last bit of life left with her last act of love. Her body fell back into the snow, finally free of the torment she chose to endure for her mate. In her death, Annabelle received life. The ultimate act of love.

"M-mine..f-for her's..."

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((Hey, BTW, when will this be made known IC? Ever still hasn't I believe.))

[Ever 2648]

((Hey, BTW, when will this be made known IC? Ever still hasn't I believe.))

((Ever's will was given to Will Forestin by Auzem. It was his job to spread the news >->. You can find his grave, though.

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((Well, Mr. Will Forestin has done a turrible job of it, if I do say so myself...Where's the Grave? I want to move Ever to Thorik's Grave, it's not like he's using it....))

[susitsu 871]

(( It was my plan too :C ))

((You planned to become my belonging? Funny.))

((Well, Mr. Will Forestin has done a turrible job of it, if I do say so myself...Where's the Grave? I want to move Ever to Thorik's Grave, it's not like he's using it....))

((^^True dat^^))

[Ever 2648]

((Well, Mr. Will Forestin has done a turrible job of it, if I do say so myself...Where's the Grave? I want to move Ever to Thorik's Grave, it's not like he's using it....))

((You can find it near New Oasis. ))

((Putting this above so others can see it too.))

Ingot laid Annabelle's corpse gingerly on the snowy top of the guard tower. Slowly, she dropped to her knees, never taking her eyes off of her mate. Annabelle's words still burned. She had become a monster, it was true. Her blinding rage deafened herself to Annabelle's pleas. Her blinding rage took the form of a sharp blade in Annabelle's hand. Her blinding rage had cut deep across Annabelle's throat. Her blinding rage had killed Annabelle, her lover. Ingot's heart ached in grief, but also in apprehension. Could this man really fix her? Bring her back as she once was?

Ingot's hand reached for the diamond she had hidden under her under armor. This was Annabelle's diamond, and it was almost as pretty as her. There was no need for Annabelle's diamond, however, if Annabelle was broken. She laid the diamond on Annabelle's bosom and scooted back a foot away from the corpse. Annabelle was broken, but soon she would be fixed. She would be fixed, and she would be happy. The monster would be gone.

Her mind was in a blur, Lucas's words barely reaching her ears. She sat transfixed on the gash on Annabelle's throat, muttering "fix her" over and over again. Her sanity was lost. She had devolved into a simpleton, wanting only one thing: for her mate to be fixed.

The pain came unexpectedly. It was as if every one of her nerves burned white hot. She bit down on her tongue to keep from crying out and nearly severed the muscle in half. Blood filled her mouth and began to pour out the sides. Her entire body shook, her limbs and eyes turned against her. They twitched uncontrollably, silently begging for the pain to end. But it would not end, not until her very life had been ripped from her body and given to Annabelle. This was the only way to fix her.

So she sat there, transfixed on the corpse of her lover, enduring the pain that none can. Blood and mucus poured from her nostrils as she began choking. Soon it would be all over. Soon her Annabelle would walk and talk and breathe and laugh and be happy again. Soon the darkness of death would envelop her.

Using the last bit of her strength, Ingot reached her hand out towards Annabelle's cheek, caressing it. Ingot's last bit of life left with her last act of love. Her body fell back into the snow, finally free of the torment she chose to endure for her mate. In her death, Annabelle received life. The ultimate act of love.

"M-mine..f-for her's..."

[Gwonam_Blaze 385]

(( Awww, that's kinda sad :-( Gwonam's gonna take MAJOR advantage of this though :P ))

[Lawrence Berell 226]

((Lovers? Oh my.

I'm guessing your new chracter will be wanting some meat? The edible kind?))

[Cosmik 220]

((Very well written, both of you. But I still can't shake the feeling that Ingot was just a plot device for the attack >_>))

[Ever 2648]

((Very well written, both of you. But I still can't shake the feeling that Ingot was just a plot device for the attack >_>))

((Naw, trust me. I had nothing planned for this character. I just wanted to give a shot at roleplaying a female dwarf. Developed her character as I played and made Annabelle an important part of her life. Got very mad IC about Wrath trying to kill me so I decided to try and kill the guards. Ended up with a war. ^^ Woops~ Ingot wouldn't have died if Annabelle didn't kill herself first >-> Hehe.

[susitsu 871]

((Gawsh, I'm supposed to be semi-good, but I can't help but laugh and take so much joy in your characters suffering :P I'm to good at being bad...I don't know if I'm going to be able to stay devoted to my good guy character that's coming up >.<))