Bitterness And Steel

[Esterlen 4499]

Nelecar stood over the stone basin, cool water pouring over his face. They had did this to him, the wretches. It wasn't acceptable. He would not have any of it. As of late he had been plagued by betrayals, and this would be the final one. It started with Virgil. The very man he thought of as a son was a spy and a turncloak. Then there was Talias, his former legate. Him, Calith and that other lackwit who he couldn't remember an awful lot about. Then Ellir, the woman he had trusted, who proved to be more loyal to her husband that she was to logic. They would have seen him dead. He wouldn't have let them. He would kill all of them, from those gutterswine in Ceru to Talias and Ellir themselves. No, no, that wouldn't be enough pain. They needed to suffer more, I think. He would kill her infant daughter, Hileia, first. Then he would leave her for a while to grieve and suffer before making her feel fire on that skin she flaunts. She thinks she's so beautiful. She won't be when I bring a flail to her face. He looked into the water at his reflection, at what he had become. Nelecar was once handsome, but they had taken that all away from him. They took away everything. His hair was limp and a sickly dark-grey looking colour. He sported facial hair which he had neglected to maintain from his days living in exile. But worst of all was the burn. The left side of his face was melted, and his left eye had become a blind pool of chalky white. Scarred and deformed from that *****'s fire. Hair no longer grew on it, so he had attempted to brush his hair over the burns, however only a few loose strands came, and they did not cover his wounds very well.

His position as Okarir'sil, his rights, his authority, his very dignity, his appearance. They had all taken it away when they conspired against him. He had tried to put a knife in that idiot of a man Kolyat's daughter and in return he had got a brazier to the face.

Perhaps I should have been more gentle. Then this might have never happened. He quickly banished the thoughts from his head before laying his unsheathed broadsword down upon his lap, falling into a despair. I could do it. It's not like I have much else to live for. His last thoughts would be of Lydia, he promised himself that much. He tried to remember her, but found that he couldn't. She had blond hair, he remembered that much, and blue eyes. But when he tried to think further all that he saw was the faces of Ellir and Talias, mouths open in a cry of pain. He rubbed a thumb along the blade, before deciding he would enact his prior plan.

The scarred and broken man looked at the reflection again before looking away in revulsion. He didn't care about the mali'aheral way anymore. He didn't care about Haelun'or, no. All he wanted was revenge on those who had wronged him. They would all burn the same way he had. He looked back yet again at his reflection, and found he was no longer ashamed. There wasn't anything left in him. No emotions, no feeling, no mercy. Nelecar touched his broadsword's hilt before standing up.

Only bitterness and steel.

((Alrighty. Just a note - I've stepped down as Okarir'sil due to other business and the like. My roleplay times with Haelun'or will be limited at best, to be honest, but I hope I can continue to RP with some of you. You're all great people. Nelecar has left Haelun'or to achieve his otherwise twisted and evil goals, however I wouldn't recommend plundering my tower just yet. He hasn't gone -completely-.))

[Yuln 265]

((Well I actually agree with all this, good job! (I only think its going to look a bit disgusting, but Ill see, you dont want to know what Kvothe did)))

[JoakimVonAnka 63]

((I love you too. :) I enjoy all our RPings and I'm looking forward to more. Nelecar is a great character and have brought more RP to Haelun'or than most could.

-The impure *****, others call Lona.))

[steelersfan1221 300]

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