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pk post [pk post] [Goodbye LoTC] The Falling of A Blue Salvia
Hacket replied to ChaoticRoller's topic in Character Graveyard
An aging man sits in an aging wooden chair, tall, and made of cherry wood. In front of him is a fireplace, its flames dimly lighting the room yet enough to read. A paper rests in one hand, glove caked in dried blood. The other hand gripping a broadsword with its tip planted in wooden planks. His eyes, heavy with distress, would read the will line by line. "You were destined to soar the sky, Meira, alongside Ravenmire." He looks to a bow, now without owner, without, resting atop the mantle above the fireplace "Yet now, you soar on without us." He weaps deeply, over a friend and leader, now gone. Hacket would look to a pile of papers on the table beside him, names of friends and allies written on them. "I promise, I swear even... That we will soar, soar as you envisioned." He slumps in the chair and stares into the fireplace until it turns to coals, the sun rising soon after... (OOC: Gonna miss you man, alot. You keep it real, never going against your word, this time especially. Feels shitty to see you go, but if this is what makes you happy, then all I can do is to be happy for you.) -
A man in burgundy, sitting on a bar stool with bottles lined up around him. A dream shattered, and hope lost, he reads the missive... Tears fall onto the paper...
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "My story huh?" Brison clears his throat, "Well, I was born into a now forgotten band of sellswords." He sits down and removes the swordless scabard, sighing as he does. "I never knew the warmth of a home, or the peacfulness of townspeople, I only knew the cold steel of the blade." His armor creaks as he shifts, "My father...raised me as a soldier rather than a son." He takes a deep breath, "He died 7 years ago, and even though he never saw me as his son, I saw him as my dad." Brison looks at the hag, "Never mind that, I am here to find a new blade, I lost mine in the mud fields of a battle. I am nothing special in combat but I can say that I have seen it." Brison eyes brighten up as he says, "I wan't to serve a kingdom, somewhere I belong in a company of brothers."
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Example: Example: Example: "It is nice to meet your acquaintance" I sit down and bow my head in exhaustion. "I do apologize for having made you wait for me, the journey was long and the path taxing." I face up to the crone and with a curious yet understanding tone, say "Even though I haven't a clue who you are, you seem to know me." I pause, then continue. "What do you expect of me?"
