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His final days, friends lost, cities destroyed and the weak soul within him slowly deteriorating. They were attacking again, bolts of lightening struck into the elven houses, hidden under the shelter stood Goliath and the princess. This was the day Goliath would fall, would have his soul cast into the darkness, destroyed almost as instantly as it was created. He stepped from the shelter, chanting death upon the struggling elves, walking toward the ladder, spiraling up the tallest tree, perched upon a branch was a man, casting arrows down. Goliath sensed the end. The days were a struggle, the enjoyment of death became a bitter distant memory. The man who others feared was now lifeless, climbing up the tree, preparing to meet his fate. Serene had disappeared, Jingle spent his days fighting off bandits and Valzar was now an enemy. As he reached the top branch and gazed over the city beneath his feet, his past life flashed before him. The days in Oasis and the tireless days of taunting Gefan. The days where Serene and Goliath were strangers and the days where the ripped face didn't hang loosely upon Goliath. As the man he used to be filtered back and he turned his back to the ground, the screaming occurred. A whistling in the wind. A second of the old Goliath returned, and his god disapproved. Pain struck Goliaths back, cracking into his spine. Sending his control of his body downhill. A glance to the cold harsh ground below and his legs gave way. Thundering to the ground a soft voice spoke to him, congratulating his success, the soothing familiar voice of his mother, which drained away leaving a shallow humming sound as a once active life destroyed within seconds. The pain was an arrow, shot by a heavily armoured guard. The surrounding men and women gazed as Goliaths limp body lay still. The death of a murderer, the death of a worshipper.

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*Jingle hears of the new from some travellers*

G...Goliath, gone one of J,,Jingys best friends, he was evil, he was tormented but he was s..still always Jingys friend.

*Tears stream down his face as he lays in the Alras medical tent with his wounds*

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*meditating in the grotto, Ouity overhears some other Druids speaking of the event, and his face softens in sorrow* I only met him so briefly... but for one so seemingly innocent and deluded to meet such an end... *rises from the branch he was sitting on, anger coursing through him. I will see them pay for their crimes... I will see them PAY. *His meditation incomplete, Ouity walks outside, hungry for the blood of the ones who would twist such a soul to the breaking point.*

((PS: I only met you like twice but I had SO MUCH FUN RPing with you))z

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((Hopefully I'll roleplay with you guys with my new character

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[[Resurrected into another body, seen as it was physically useless]]

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((If you are the Golaith i think you are. You are an excellent RPer)) Damn you to the nether. You cannibal. Good ridence your dead. But yet again you did show me trust in a trustless world. as evil as you maybe. farewell old friend i hope you find your sister. ((if not sorry))

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