The Fall Of A Tired Soldier

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The night chirps with life as the soldiers bicker in the keep, with Terryn outside of the gate. His crossbow on his shoulder as he eyes the dark elf.His thoughts rush through his head as he stands on the gate, watching Tanith wait outside the keep. "The Darkie that ruined meh family, torn them apart..." A voice plays in his head, muttering the same message again and again. "Kill da *****." 

 

He grumbles as he slings his crossbow on his back, heading out of the keep walls. He had to do this, vengeance for his brothers. The monster taking away Toov from the brothers. He walks towards Tanith. Mordie, Jullius and Bran saying their goodbyes to her. "Nae, I needa finish her..." Terryn shakes his head, remembering the times when he talked to Tanith, when he fired a catapult with her. The good times. He quickly snaps out of that and raises his crossbow, Toov stepping next to Tanith. "Ye've destroyed our brothers, blinded by the filth that we hunt!". The rain splashed down as Toov sends a lance of flame towards him, Leric jumping infront of him and Leric's shoulder smacking into the fire lance. Sending him hurling back.

 

Seeing Leric hurt, Terryn charged at Toov, the longsword trailing behind him as another flame lance slammed into his chest. The flames lurching upwards and engulfing his tabard and the side of his face. The embers crackle and pop as his skin burns, charring the side of his face as he lies there. The raindrops slowly extinguishing the flames. The burning, it stops. The feeling of calm overwhelms Terryn. "Tis' must beh wot it is tah be on da brink ov' death..." He smiles, whispering towards the Seneschal. "Finish meh... Da creator 'as plans fer meh." The seneschal hesitates, he draws his dagger and mutters a few things before he raises it above Terryn's left eye.

 

Terryn smiles, he thinks of his family that has all died. His brother, his mother and his father. He would be with them once again, serving the creator as he does this. The dagger plunges into his eye, his body going limp as his mind pictures on his family, the image of a smaller version of himself running towards them. "Goodbye.." His last breath escapes him as he grows limp. A tired soldier has been put to rest.

 

[[Thank you Roses for this, the past three months of rp have been the best in my time in LOTC, I'll be back in 3.0~]]

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((Wow.. this was.. i liked this alot +1 buddy!))