No Regrets

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Pain. Pain was all she ever felt anymore. She sighs as she stares over the battle that had just happened in Malinor. Her red eyes slowly growing hazy. "D-Dont let it d-die..." she whispers weakly to Isabella. How did she end up bleeding and gasping for breath? Her eyes close for a moment as she thinks back.

 

She could feel the end coming, long before this day. Her sister had been calling her, her mother had been as well. "Kaila..." she whispers. "I will be with you soon." She had been thinking about her family, about the sins she had committed, the lives she ended. She slowly shifts and fixes her dress, hiding a well kept secret. She heads back towards the square, cautious about the situation at hand.

 

Khel had returned with his injured son. Disregarding the yells of Birclan, Laila stayed out to protect and heal Aeryius. His wound, although serious, was not life threatening. She tended to the wound just as they attacked. The creatures were striking down elves around Laila. She looked around and caught a glance of Khel running and protecting the elves. It was then she felt the searing pain in her back. She turned and slices across the creature's head, removing it with ease. She got up and helped Aeryius to his feet, ushering him on just as another slice was made to her side.

 

The battle seemed to die down quickly and Laila stayed hidden. She slipped out long enough to look for Khel. It was then she locked eyes with Isabella, who seemed to know immediately something was wrong. Within seconds she was at Laila's side, ready to heal the wounds. It was then she realized even she could not heal the wounds. Laila begged weakly for Isabella to do her one favor. Save the secret she hid. Isablle slowly helped retrieve an infant from Laila's dying body, calling for Khel to come.

 

A daughter. A final remnant of the Darkspire name. Laila smiled softly as her friends came to her as she gave her daughter to Khel. "I will keep my promise." he whispered to her as her eyes close slowly. A single tear rolling down her cheek as she slowly passes on. Her body growing still. The infant wailing on the ground next to Khel as the life of Laila Darkspire vanishes.

 

The legacy of the the Darkspire and the Oussana lives on in the infant. Z'ress Kal'daka Oussana.

 

 

 

 

((This is not a permakill post on Laila Darkspire. I will be playing Z'ress as I enjoyed my dark elf.

It had been a good run for Laila, but it is time to put the old girl to bed and let the flames that she started die out. I will miss her I was asked by several people to bring her back. I hope i dont live to regret this.))

Edited August 30, 2013 by ~ Jade Kadoa ~

[Swgrclan 2682]

A man clad in armor, bloodied and dented from the battle that had transpired within the Leumalin Square, had stood a small distance away from the whole scene as it unfolded; while doing so, he was sharpening a short blade of dark steel, eyes upon the infant's mother as she slipped away. This man, his identity unbeknownst, has seen a similar scene take place before - the demise of Laila, except her last child did not pull through like this one had.

As if from God's will she was blessed with a child, once again. Assuming this rampart fertility to be the cause of some heretical Holy magic that protected against the Fallen One's curses, the one clad in armor strolled away to plan dark things for the dark child.

[~ Fiend ~ 611]

Khel turned to face Isabella, looking down at the child in her arms, Laila's body laid out on the counter just behind the door of 'The Shirtless Darkie'. They exchanged a sad look, and Isabella handed over the baby, wrapped in the warm blanket she had supplied. She wouldn't even bring this up, allowing Khel to keep it without question.

 

Isabella stood back, watching quietly just in case she was needed. Khel thanked her, even correcting himself before he could call her a pale-skin, instead calling her 'friend'. Cir'dian burst in, spouting bouts upon bouts of nonsense. He asked to hold the baby, and Khel said no but that, to be fair, he wouldn't let anyone hold his child.

 

As Khel left, Isabella made awkward small talk with Cir'dian before leaving to clean the blood from her hands, something that doesn't bother her much anymore but can be such a pain when others see it. She wouldn't mourn Laila's death like she did the last time, with drinks and thwarting the suicide attempts of her friends.

 

This time, she was drinking alone.

[Rig 17590]

Mythras is studying tainted ice as this happens~

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

Kaelys fell silent when he heard of his mother's death. He new one day this would have to happen, by his own hand he thought he'd have to do it. She had always been on the side of his enemies so her death should be a blessing from the gods. He should be happy.

 

Yet he wasn't, all he could think were all the things unsaid and the regrets he had. All he could think was despite everything she did he loved is mother. Now all he had to return to was kaila he thought, and gods know shes not the reliable sort. He sighed. He would visit his mother's grave in Malinor when he returned he said to himself in his head. And he would make sure those that killed her and failed to protect her would be repaid for their failure in blood.

[Baconthief 682]

Khel holds the child upwards to his eye-level. His armored gauntlets gently clasped around the baby girl's waist. 

 

"You will become the apex of dark elven perfection, rightful to take my place in my death"

 

Khel shoots a glance behind him, towards the Oussana-servant

 

"Rothe! Get me something to feed this child"

 

The servant stumbles about the cave, his injured leg proving to be such a deter on efficiency. When the lightning smitted him, he no longer could walk with ease. Thus he can no longer preform the tasks mandated by khel

 

With lover dead and his servant inefficient, Khel has reason for true hatred towards those who sought malice against him

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Both enemies and friends of the aging wood elf were dropping like flies, and this woman had been both.

He shakes his head lightly, an expression that could mean anything.

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Little Z'ress looks up at her father. She giggles and smiles as she reaches out to grab a hold of his hair. Her eyes bright and shining, showing the life that thrived in her tiny form. A small patch of white hair can be seen on her head.

 

 

[Moot 1719]

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