The Death Of Rothicus

[realslimshady 7]

Rothicus had been sick for years. He would sleep for weeks on end. All he had to combat the disease was hot water and his own will to live. But Rothicus had begun to lose that will. Ezra and Rohn had abandoned the house long ago, and Aegis was falling apart before Rothicus's eyes, with a convenient window view.

On the day when Rothicus felt the worst, he decided that he would walk outside and get one last glimpse of Aegis. Rothicus managed to get up out of his bed and stagger down the stairs, despite rotting muscles, and used his whole body weight to open the front door. Rothicus almost fell flat on his face, which was chafing away.

The land was charred. The abandoned forts and structures nearby were either burnt to the ground or trampled by the force of fireballs raining from the sky. Rothicus wanted to go back inside, but some force kept his near-limp body out there. Then Rothicus noticed a gold glow out of the corner of his eye, and was drawn nearer.

It was the festival record.

Whenever there was a festival in Rothicus Brady's village, his father would play the sparkly gold record and get everyone dancing and reveling day and night for as long as he wanted.

"Look at Roth dancing - he's a Brady all right," the town crier would say.

Rothicus reached for the record - his hand dissolved as he touched the record. Rothicus Brady felt no pain, and reached more carefully for the record with his other hand. Rothicus managed to get the record back in the house and upstairs without another limb withering away.

As Rothicus entered his room he carefully set to work modifying a music box to play records by carving in a record niche and mechanism. The process took about 3 hours, accounting for Rothicus Brady's poor condition. Finally the record mechanism was done, and Rothicus inserted the record.

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Walking down the path to the village, Rothicus noticed decorations and scraps of confetti in various places in town. Rothicus quickened his pace. There was a celebration! In no time Rothicus Brady found himself smack dab in the middle of town square, people cheering, hugs and kisses from his mother, and a watchful dad adjusting the trebles on the record player to match the mood of his son's return.

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In reality, Rothicus crawled back into bed. The village developed a gold overlay as fire enveloped his body and Aegis was destroyed... Rothicus had returned home at last.

REASONS FOR KILLING OFF ROTHICUS: (ooc from now until end of post)

1. He was my first char - therefore in a way reflects a "novice roleplayer" profile imo.

2. I never really got into the job of a fully RP bard after a long time, really should have done that earlier.

3. During my period of inactivity, I want to come back to a new world and a new character.

My new char will be an ORC named TOLDOR! I'll write a story for him in a bit, probably in my villain application - right now he's a middle-age orc that experienced lots of battle, but wants to live a more peaceful life. I'm excited to read up on the orc language and expose myself to a different community.

[Mahiro 34]

Rest in peace friend.

[Josh △ 87]

Oh haaaaaiiiiiill naw

Bro, RIP. We'll all miss ya.

[Glurg_Howdan 7]

((This is very well written, well done and CPU_Easy this is an IC thread so put OOC comments in double brackets))

[steelersfan1221 300]

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