The End Of The Elven Warrior

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

((Read with music for best experience possible))

 

 

The sheets felt brittle and cold on his rough palms. The figure arose from his bed. Rays of light punctured through the glass of his window. The ember eyes that once held so much happiness now looked into the horizon. Sadness and sorrow crossed his face, a sort of endless depression that plagued his every walk of existence. Everyday had beaten against his soul, everyday became a greater struggle. Life had not been as it once was for him. He walked over to the door in a slumped fashion, grasping the doorknob with numbed hands. The door opened slowly as a beam of sunlight touched his face, but the warmth was not felt by him. His foot strutted forward as the other was left behind. The other was pulled forth slowly shadowing the action of the other. Each step he took was forced to make his way down the street. The breeze felt so cold against his skin despite the warming rays of the sun. He continued his mournful stride down the streets of Adunia. The streets were bustling with life but Valon stride on in his trail of sadness. He arrived at the stables. The black horse named Eifid stood before him. The steed that had been with him all of these years. He mounted Eifid and rode off. The wind howled against his face as he rode on. Passing trees were just a blur at the speeds of his horse.

…

Ruined walls stand before him, mossy and withered. He strode on into the city on his horse. The ruins of the town brought back so many memories and he began to reminisce. The once great town of Kastoria had now crumbled into ruins. Great trees filled up the landscape and the forest was erie. The constant thought of watchful eyes plagued his thoughts as he strode on into the town. In the distance he peered to the ruins of stone and his heart beat more powerfully. He neared the crumbled structure more and more by every second until he made it to the front gates. There it was, that which had begun his legacy. The ruined fort of the Nieric Order. The footsteps of the bearded elf echoed throughout the ruins of the structure. A tattered flag with the Nieric Cross rippled slightly in the wind. His knee scraped across the ground as he saw the flag. He bowed his head and continued to reminisce and mourn in coexistence. The sun had set in his absence from reality and now the moon danced into the night sky.The crunching sound of leaves echoed in the forest. Valon’s head turned in disturbance to what had made the sound. The minions of the North flooded into the entrance of the keep at the turn of his head. The sound of metal was heard as the sword of Valon slipped from its sheath. He readied himself for the fight that awaited him. The fight commenced when the first groan of death emitted from one of the North spawn.

…

The horde had pushed Valon back into the stairwell of the watchtower. He thrusted and slashed his sword in a wild yet professional style. Body after body fell down the hollow center that the stairs wrapped around, but the sound of shattered bodies littering the floor of the tower did not cross Valon’s mind. He continued his fight until he reached the top of the watchtower where he locked the hatch. He threw himself back against one of the stone battlements. Everything he ever had and ever did flashed before his eyes. The banging hands of undead against the stone walls and the wooden hatch engrained itself into his mind, almost as if it was himself imagining it. But he could not steer from reality this time. This was indeed his last moment, his last fight. There was time for him though, he realized this. His hands hurried against the notebook as he wrote out his last piece of mind. He slipped the notebook into the pouch on his side and readied his sword once more. The hatch began to crack under the forces of the North. Valon squinted his eyes, watching the hatch slowly decay under the punches and slamming of the Northern demons. In one abrupt moment the hatch fell to the North and the horde flooded into the top of the watchtower.

…

The hordes seceded from the ruins and entered their portal back to the North. The sun had dawned as the last entered the tear in the void, sealing it up as it took its last step from the land of Urguan. The sun barely shined through the dense trees of the surrounding forest where Kastoria once stood, bustling with life. The light descended itself onto the body of the fallen warrior. The lifeless body lay limp against the cold stone floor. The notebook had found its way onto the floor parallel to the body.

 

 

In that instance the soul of the bearded elf made its leave from the land of the mortal. The once nobleman and leader of the Nieric Order now ceased to exist in mortal form. But his existence may carry on in the minds of those who wish for him to do so. He died as he lived, by the sword.

 

Those who find themselves at the scene would find the bearded body accompanied by the notebook. In the notebook would lay a note:

 

“My ambition made me stronger. It got me to positions I could never imagine in my youth, when all I wanted was to become a knight. But after time I realized that I did not wish to become a knight. What I really wanted to be was a great warrior and warrior is not confined by a title. I had what I wanted all along, but I hadn’t realized it. I am near death as I write this. The hordes of the North pound on my last line of defence. I am ready to fight to the death. Death may take us, but a warrior never rests. Our souls beat on. We forever fight.”

[it is signed]

“-Talibar Tyrowen/Valon Tyrannis”

 

((Talibar/Valon is gone. This is his PK post. I had fun on him. I accomplished a lot and had a lot of great memories. I will miss playing him.))

[Googlesearch 141]

Such a shame, I had fun on our numerous adventures :P

[Booklight12 481]

Blake sheds one man tear for his old friend Talibar

[Agith 224]

The thought of cheese passes through the mind of Cir'dian as news reaches him. It is however beyond him why anyone would bother to bother telling him in the first place, Cir never having met the man. He shrugs and wanders off whilst humming a merry tune.

[ChampionOfL1ght 112]

Well... this is too bad. Valon was an awesome character, and it is sad to see him go.

[Bucky_24 132]

Vuln slowly lowers his hood as he hears about his old friends passing. "It seems that whatever vile 'Creator' that has created our world, is so cruel as to steal another brother away from me." Vuln continues to listen to the courier, when he learns that his death was caused by Northern Spawn, his mood surges from sadness to hatred! "I'll gut every last one of them beasts! Even if that means crossing the ice wall myself, standing toe to toe with whatever horrendous monster that commands them! God of gods, head my warning! There will be great blood shed! My family has been torn from the mortal plane. First Tobias, now Talibar. I doubt even the wisest know where Vex, Tally, and Bod have gone. It's been too many moons since I have even seen Jon Wulfe! I dare you, God of Gods. Creator of the mortal plane. Steal another from me, and I will set your world ablaze!"

 

((God did I have fun playing with you Talibar! I have to thank you for even starting Vuln as I only created him to join the Nierics so many months ago! Happy Role-Playing! I can't wait to see your next character!))

[Rig 17591]

A breeze rolls through Malinor.

((In all seriousness, I hope you enjoy your next character!))

[Watty_Banker 172]

Only ever met this Character once, wish I rp'd. Heard good things

[monkeypoacher 8055]

The Haunt H.A. Grayleaf grumbles.

 

"Poor guy. Never did get to know what he did with those fireworks I sold him."

 

A massive shudder overcomes his ghostly figure.

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

Vuln slowly lowers his hood as he hears about his old friends passing. "It seems that whatever vile 'Creator' that has created our world, is so cruel as to steal another brother away from me." Vuln continues to listen to the courier, when he learns that his death was caused by Northern Spawn, his mood surges from sadness to hatred! "I'll gut every last one of them beasts! Even if that means crossing the ice wall myself, standing toe to toe with whatever horrendous monster that commands them! God of gods, head my warning! There will be great blood shed! My family has been torn from the mortal plane. First Tobias, now Talibar. I doubt even the wisest know where Vex, Tally, and Bod have gone. It's been too many moons since I have even seen Jon Wulfe! I dare you, God of Gods. Creator of the mortal plane. Steal another from me, and I will set your world ablaze!"

 

((God did I have fun playing with you Talibar! I have to thank you for even starting Vuln as I only created him to join the Nierics so many months ago! Happy Role-Playing! I can't wait to see your next character!))

 

 

A breeze rolls through Malinor.

((In all seriousness, I hope you enjoy your next character!))

((THanks guys))

[Lark 2227]

Meanwhile in Hermitland...

 

Four Fingers sheds a single tear for some reason.

 

[Heff 2460]

Bod flips a table in rage.

His best chum, since childhood, had passed. Talibar and Bod... it sounded so great togethor, but just Bod.... just Bod was awful. The name Bod would never be heard again without the name Talibar/Valon. A single tear ran down the cold-hearted thief's face. His heart had finally cracked, almost no more joy remained. He drew his knife and slammed it into the table, he took out his tattoo kit. Slowly he began to draw his friends face on his forearm, cutting himself as he did it. Above the picture was one word, 

"Talibar And Bod, Best Chums For Life."

'Red' stormed through the Abresi alleyways, a short dwarf thug walked up, knife draw, 'Red' didn't even bother, punching the thug square in the neck, he knocked his Adam's Apple in and it was over. Tears poured down 'Red's face, he continued to stride about the alleyways, taking on and fighting any poverty stricken criminal he could find, rage had filled the empty space of a once joyful heart.

 

 

 

OOC:

 

Seriously doe man. Great times playing with Tali. Ever since they met in Kingston, I knew their lives would be intertwined forever. I hate to see his best chum go and I will truly miss playing with Talibar, thanks for the great times Kyle! 

 

Bod and Talibar.... Best Chums 4 Life.

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

Damn it Kyle, why you break my heart???

[Moot 1719]

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