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/// 3 /// /// Three years since Salem passed. /// Ashe Paleheart sat on her knees in the dark. . . Meditating, broken glass pillars surrounded her in the dark sea of her mind, the voices on her head seemed thin, quiet, and calm. The leviathan would remain still, reflective eyes watching. She had not been using her magic for long, the connection to the void waning. . . She had wished to wield voidal magic, it felt so natural to her, that she could do anything, that she could share the whimsical side of the void with the ones she loved. . . She never did finish her water evocation lessons. . . Never did manage to finish her magnum opus, it was never meant to see the light of day. . . Never did manage to find an apprentice. . . She needed a new path, the voices all echoed, stagnation was no longer possible, her peace had been broken, she needed to put it back together. It was time to let go. Her mortal coil free from the void’s influence. . . One by one, fading, fading, fading, fading. . . Her eyes opened, the sea was no longer dark. A familiar foggy mist would surround her. Cracked pillars of glass stood, mending silently. The only path is forwards. Ashes flutter towards the horizon. Push on. Even so. Somewhere, sometime in the past, present, or future. A little sprout would form, on the surface of the glassy sea. /// TO BE CONTINUED /// /// 3 ///

A Bleeding Heart gets ahold of one of the missives. At her daughter's birthday. "Well, let justice be done. Stars watch and shine over vy. Llir, hopefully we can finally meet oneday." Before burning the missive.

// 10 // /// START OF LOG /// // 10 // [!] Clowns. A hell of a way to go. [!] Ashe Paleheart, 224 years old. Just another day, plans to live a peaceful life. Plans. They were just eating cake together. Together. Her soon to be wife, Salem, and close friend Darona, celebrating Salem’s 100th birthday. The hidden hand of her mastercraft seemed, a little off, the 11th hour it seemed. [!] Warnings came, a darkspawn raiding party. Ashe has fought their kind before, never won, they were too formidable. Even 3 on 1 they failed previously back in Cerulia. Now she’s marching in with Salem, 2 on 2. A ghoul, and what appeared to be an orc, in full armour. // 12 // // 12 // // 12 // “You were too slow.” // GLASS // // GLASS // // GLASS // [!] They were smart. . . Not allowing the mage to channel, cornering Salem, it was said as a tournament by their leader, lies of course. // 12 // // 12 // // 12 // “Again, you failed.” As she watched helplessly as her fiancee’s skull was reduced to mush. Her last words ingrained into her mind. . . “I'm.. Sorry” A druid helped, she had hoped. The last thing she saw was the blight healing ritual. She could rest easy as she was impaled by a massive blade from the orc, disemboweling her, a loud SQUELCH echoing through the area. A blur, jade eyes in the void staring at her. Next moment she felt herself getting torn through the fleeting void, landing with a THUD as she came to. SALEM- The sounds of non-existent glass breaking, shattering, slamming down into the ocean of her mind. LIVE. PLEASE. LIVE. Ashe clawed and crawled her way to Salem, through the pain of her organs and lower body dragging behind her, her spine still barely connected. Surely the Paleheart pleaded to fate, her hand touching Salem's neck. no pulse A fire flared in her heart. Something hotter and brighter than before, the warmth searing her insides as white glow would briefly flare out from her heart, outwards. Rest. As suddenly as the white flame came, a new feeling would drown the dying Paleheart. Something so overwhelming, yet gentle. The fire would fade as it had so quickly burst out. “H-huh. . . Guess you beat me, coming in second doesn't sound so bad. . .” - “Paleheart. Keep watch over us. . . One's chapter. . . Ends at last. . .” [!] Ashe Paleheart laid still, her guts and gore, a trail behind her. Her jade eyes now as dull as stone, another bloody streak from her mouth, smoke rising from her corpse, the mortal coil no long able to hold its soul. . . // 00 // // 00 // // 00 // // GLASS // // GLASS // // GLASS // // 00 // // 00 // // 00 // // 00 // // 01 // // 02 // // 03 // // 04 // // 05 // // 06 // // 07 // // 08 // // 09 // // 10 // // 11 // // 12 // // 13 // // 14 // // 15 // // 16 // // 17 // // 18 // // 19 // // 20 // // 21 // // 22 // // 23 // // 24 // // 25 // // 26 // // 27 // // 28 // // 29 // TIME ELAPSED // 30 // DAYS /// END OF LOG /// ? Knee deep water surrounded the broken husk of the Paleheart, in halves, blood and gore trailing out from the stomach split. A dim ambient purple glow would pulse in the water. Lights shimmering in the distance like stars. Broken pillars of glass laid about. Half translucent figures seemed to stand around the broken husk. Arguing. "Vy dinglestrudle. Vy should've dodged! Our body is nie as durable as it was before!" An Ashe in the white coat would reprimand another one of herself, who seemed to be wearing full plate armour. "Vy are assuming ea could! That was an orc if nie something worse, he was already in striking distance." The armoured Ashe snapped back. "Vy should be asking why did the mage still insist on charging that slow spell, Instead of brisk stepping?" "It was nearly ready, ea thought ea could shoot it off before he reached us. . ." - "At least our beloved lives, right? The druid got to her!" The Ashe in robes, a staff, and witch hat asked looking back to the one in the white coat. "Negative. Ea did not get a pulse from her corpse. . ." She sighed, "What is the point, this is our third time here anyways. How are vy so sure we will be brought back again?" The elf paused, looking to the others who are discussing outside of the main group. "Ea say, we take our leave. . . Let go. . . We are all the same person, ea know that we want to stop, rest." At first half of the Ashes seem to, agree. 2 centuries of getting ragdolled around, powerless to stop wars, tragedies from occuring, even to the one she loved the most. Why continue to struggle? The great beyond is right there. She's already planned all that needed to be planned, the will, the goodbye letters to all her close ones in life. . . But did she have no regrets? Leaving it all behind. . . The Ashe in a burgundy suit would ponder behind her masquerade mask. "No. No, we can nie leave like this. Don't we have responsibilities? Dreams? What would she think if she saw us like this? Hesitating to rush towards what our worn hearts think is right? Our family and llir'an? Do nie let our moment of death chain us in place." Murmurs would echo in the dimmed space, slowly brightening. "Ea am nie leaving brosa Tuzic so soon." "Val and Caira need us there, more than ever." "Mea ol' magic teachers would be sad if ea left so much earlier than them. . ." "Ea still have so many things to tinker and brew with. Ea just got mea graduation certificate!" "The Thornfields will probably miss mea greatly if ea left." "Oh to mea peaceful life!" "We still need to clear our family's name." "Eam hungry." "Ea am sure her friends will need comfort and support too! Though. . . We might need it instead. Hehe!" "Right, the part where we forget this moment of death in order to move on with our life." The Ashes would converge, walking to the center as the broken husk slowly mended itself, physically and mentally, all into one once again. "One choses to return. . . One has unfinished business. . . Spasiba, stars. . ." "Time to get up, kirna." Waves. . . the sound of waves, and the squaks of seagulls stir awake the Paleheart. She opens her eyes slowly. She was on a sandy beach alone, the waves softly impact against her. She grasped the sand with her left hand, it felt numb as usual, before sitting up. . . Finding herself on the shore of where Cerulia once stood. She tried to stand. . . The same numbness she now discovered covered everything below her waist. . . A great sense of emptiness could be felt by the elf, though she won't find out until she returned home, Viru. /// TO BE CONTINUED ? /// [OOC] // 00 // // 01 // // 02 // // 03 // // 04 // // 05 // // 06 // // 07 // // 08 // // 09 // // 10 // // 11 // // 12 // // 13 // // 14 // // 15 // // 16 // // 17 // // 18 // // 19 // // 20 // // 21 // // 22 // // 23 // // 24 // // 25 // // 26 // // 27 // // 28 // // 29 // TIME ELAPSED // 30 // DAYS

Everything, felt hollow, after Salem's death. Ashe Paleheart's life seemed to lose all reason. If she was not taking care of her two children, the now widow could be seen around and about, from her home to where her late wife's fae circle used to be, holding onto the letter that was left to her, still grieving and restless for years to come. Laying on her bed, it was snug, her other half would be her comfort, her anchor, during night terrors, be there to laugh together, cry together. . . Now all there is, is emptiness. Now the mere act of staying in bed would be a pain, flashes of a death she failed to prevent, despite her lack of remembering, the image of her beloved haunts her restless nights. The cost of the fight she does not even remember would still haunt the elf, even if she does not comprehend it. Just like her left hand, everything below the waist would feel a sense of numbness and static. The house magic around the Paleheart household, the ones covered in a starry jade aura, seemed to move a lot slower, sometimes half finishing their job, needing Ashe herself to finish the job by hand. 2 months later, the elf laid on her dusty bed, glancing to the side where Salem would've rested with her, then up at the ceiling. "One's Ryxis. . . How is one supposed to. . . Da, probably need something to distract oneself with. . ." Thus the Paleheart who could not let go continued her journey. . . Two paths ahead of her future it seemed, unbeknownst to her. . . Waiting for the her at the light of the end of the river. . . Till Death. . . Nature's Song? Do Us Reunite. Consume the world. . . The Embrace of the Ever Hungering Void. . . That Robbed Us. . .

Ashe and I would probably chill, have a chat, get to eat some good food, and see some magic. I might dissapoint her though. . . As her creator at least.

Unintelligible cackling from underground

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Standing before a makeshift grave, with nothing but a shabby drift wood to mark it in the night's rain. Ashe Paleheart gazed at the grave with a blank expression. She never knew Morwen that much, a mere acquaintance, just the usual hellos and goodbyes after their first meeting in Cerulia. Oh what a hilarious first meeting it was, the terror of humanoid living dolls surely stuck in her memory, then the duck and goose thing happened, drawing a somber smile from the elf for a brief moment, before fading as her mind drifted to the next memory. The elf watched the woman move in and out of the city in during the raids, clad in Cerulite armour, for that she was thankful as a non-combatant herself. The elf laments of the young life taken too early by the tides of fate, or was it betrayal by her own kin? She would never know for certain, all remained in speculation. She set down a vase of glass flowers, faintly glowing in the night next to the drift wood grave marker, before pouring a flask of sake over the drift wood grave marker. "From a friend of a friend." With that the elf walked away, hoping that the deceased found her way to the Seven Skies, or whereever human souls go after they perish, if only they could've been friends. If only.

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Having been interrupted from her stroll, Ash Paleheart stares at a poster while repeatedly flipping a coin. "Hmm, there's always a choice to make," she says as she catches the coin in her hand before peeking at it. "I think it's obvious, you'll do great friend," the elf smiles as she continues on her stroll and coin flipping.

Scribbled all around Ash’s room with ink, on every surface in immediate sight, All hail the one who seeks only justice, All hail the one who seeks to destroy darkness itself, All hail the one who radiates cleansing light, All hail the Pale Lord and his pure light. As the elf herself stares blankly into the mirror, the inky passage barely obscures her blank and malnourished face, with only an eerie smile creeping across her expression. It had only been a few months but she’d finally figured it all out, with the help of the Pale Lord, whispering into her mind. Her friend had obviously been tainted by the void, that’s why he was acting so hostile and inhospitable to her, as to go as far as to question her beliefs. But after a week of fasting, the voice in her mind echoed that she was ready to ‘save’ her friend. All hail the who see only justice, hail one who destroy darkness , the one radiates light, All hail Pale Lord pure . ‘What happened?’ was the first question which popped out of Ash’s mind as the elf’s head hit the floor, then subsequently drowned out by her left shoulder’s agonising wails into her mind before blacking out again, her consciousness being dragged to and from the abyss of unconsciousness similar to the sensation of waterboarding. A faint memory of a room as her left arm felt loose. Another of her left arm falling off surrounded by silver spires. The inability to focus as she is bombarded with guilt and shame over her failure of completing the Pale Lord’s desire to cleanse the void. A l ail h w o ee nl ust ce, hai ne wo story ark ess, he on radio ight, Pale Lord a delusion. At last, her mind finally gets a hold over her sanity, beginning to push back the weakening plague inflicted on the elf. “Huh? Ea attacked vy?” Ash would say with a confused and raised brow to her friend, who only confirms the fact that she attempted to kill him. “I- don’t remember much of anything,” “It’s been all a blur,” she answers to the ones who questioned her odd behaviour over the past two years. As she sits in her room yet again, this time in front of a fractured mirror, her now lively and green gemstone-like irises staring back at her through the cracks. “I wish what I said was true,” she says to herself as tears begin to swell up in her eyes, holding her face with her right remaining hand, crying herself to sleep.

All it takes is one push to cause a chain reaction… It’s been a week of sleepless nights for Ash Paleheart… The same dream… Darkness and mist… A single pale light… Seemingly so far… Ash sits in front of her bedroom mirror in Haense, staring back at her with a tired and worn complexion is her reflection. Her eyes occasionally trick her, seeing things that aren’t there, like the disappointed face of her late father, Alexander Paleheart, just at the edge of her field of view. Or just the set of pale steel armour her father once wore, stalking her from the corner of her eye. The same dream again… Darkness and mist… A single pale light… Closer each time… “It’s been weeks since I even had any good sleep,” Ash huffs as she finishes the remaining vodka in the bottle, then scratches her right arm near the elbow with one of many patches of dry skin. The same dream again… Darkness and mist are clearing… A beacon of pale light… I can see it now… Ash Paleheart laughs to herself as she stands before her fathers old set of armour, a smile on her face, her eyes devoid of liveliness. “What is vy wish oh Pale Lord…” Her voice is hollow and monotone as she falls silent, listening to the quietness of the inactive forge around her. Her smile would widen along with her eyes, “I see, I see it now. I will spread the good word of the Pale Lord then.” she nods to the unmoving set of armour before turning to leave, all while with a large smile on her face, nearly reaching ear to ear. ‘But not before a celebratory drink and nap at the tavern...’ she thinks as she subconsciously scratches one of the many patches of scab on her body. To be continued…