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The Hanging In Aelblight Manor

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All was quiet in Port Sannil. Jullius briefly looked out over the pay, at the setting Kaedreni sun. It's light reflecting on the water before him, and it's rays cascading gracefully toward him. It was truly a beautiful evening.

Though Jullius would not be consoled. As the warm rays of the sun licked his handsome feature, warming his body, his heart remained cold. He turned his back on the setting sun and strolled solemnly toward his manner. As he strolled down the path in his land, many thoughts rang in his head. Though, one stood out in his mind more clearly then the rest.
"It's time..."

He slowly pushed open the door of his manor, raising his head slightly to observe the interior. Though it was furnished with fine plants and expensive seats, it was dark, lonely, and barren. It was completely devoid of all life, except for himself. As he strolled through his manor in his depression, he looked about at his material possessions? What had they gotten him? What had he gained by having them?

Did he regain the affection of the woman he loved by having them? No. Rose would not love him. She was dead, and there was nothing left of her, except for the excruciating memories of their past together, and a withered, dead flower. Locked away in his room.

Would his riches have bought him the friendship of the men of The White Rose? Adeon, Jason, Arthal, and men he had called his brothers? Men he had shed blood with at The Sacking of Malinor? No. They did not respect political rank, or riches. It is a mans actions that makes him not only a brother, but a White Rose.

But would these petty possessions redeem him of his sins? All the men he had killed out of blind rage? The people he had slaughtered, when he was ordered, under the impression that they were heretics? The entire families of dark elves, he had brutally murdered over his unfounded hatred, yet he had the NERVE to remain friends with Tanith. No. Nothing would ever redeem him. There was only one thing left to do.

Jullius struggled, as he tied the rope, up in the rafters of his glorious manor. His face plain and unflinching. He tied a crude knot in the rope. Jullius looked up at the rope, thinking back on all of the terrible times. The memories etched so deeply into his mind that they wailed and screamed. The voices of those who had perished at his hands was almost unbearable... Was this really what he wanted?


"Bring it in boys!"

Several grubby dwarves bustle into the room, carrying a lighting fixture. They promptly go about climbing a set of adorable little ladders and hanging the fancy thing on the knotted rope.

"Ah~ Just what I needed to get my mind off things! A fancy new chandelier  I know I won't regret this investment!~"

Jullius strolled over to his table, plucked from it a chalice of pure gold, and drank the wine within. He then proceeded to beckon over several young Elven whores, and make his way into the 'depths' of his manor.

Jullius, The Red Devil as they called him for his brutality on the battlefield and his fiery passion in the bedroom. Also his red hair. Though he had done much wrong in his life, he had plenty of time to make up for it and repent. After all, he was an immortal. And now was the time for SIN!!!


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((JULLIUS YOU JERK

 

I WAS ACTUALLY SAD

 

H(WEGHsehghgsegbios;bgis YOU MADE TANITH CRY))

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((I laughed my ass off, well done good sir +1))

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(( Slightly smiling... smile growing... almost grinning... DAMN IT JULLIUS! You got me, so go enjoy the brainwashed elven wenches and kill some darkies, you deserve it.))

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((I was preparing the white menorah for the memorial service, you made me get it out for nothing, my God.))

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((I was preparing the white menorah for the memorial service, you made me get it out for nothing, my God.))

((He literally had a lot of us planning the mass funeral for the last few PKs, they're adding up. Keep it anyway, we need to bury our dead.

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((That was great.))

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