[!] A worn artwork of Therese av Grimrich, dated 1664
In a cottage, nestled by overgrown foliage, that could only be described by the warping wood that made its once stable structure soon to crumble, lived a woman; Exhausted and unkempt in appearance. Her visage drooped with the sorrows of the jumble of memories that even she could not discern. There was only one phrase that had lingered in her mind on a constant loop, much so that she’d event blurt it out in the wonted silence of the cabin’s depressing confines.
She screamed to no end, unheard by society; She raked her fingers through her chestnut tresses and sobbed, never comforted by those she had considered family. In time, ironically, the fifteen years she had spent in the hut lost its meaning, and so did the rising and setting of the sun she considered so radiant.
And then, there was true light- the creaking of the decaying door could be heard, giving light to an appreciated sight in the tired woman’s eyes.
“Lady Faroe, it seems I’ve found you.”
The flaxen-haired woman greeted the woman, a sympathetic frown lining her features. She reeled a palm outwards for the former Baroness of Kerzenwick to take- and so she did, without any qualms on the matter.
“Lady Scathach... Why have you come for me?”
Therese inquired, her features blanched from disbelief. The blonde-haired woman replied with a shrug, pacing about the vastly empty space.
“I’ve come to retrieve you from this.. refuse of a living area. You, and the rest of our ladies.”
The Wick contemplated it for a moment, a frown creasing into her features. She allowed her palm to recoil as she rose- unexpectedly wrapping the woman in a deep embrace, tears glossing over her sea green eyes.
“I cannot, Scathach. How can I when I’ve been drained of such hopefulness I once had? ”
The centuries-old woman studied the middle-aged Therese intently, pursing her lips in thought.
“I see, Lady Faroe... A shame. I truly hoped for you to join me. What are you to do?”
“It’s my time, Lady Scathach. I know what I must do.”
She reassured the woman with three bobs of her head, a solemn grin lacing upon her features.
“Goodbye, Johanna. It has been an absolute pleasure.”
Scathach quietly commented, before leaving as quickly as she came- leaving the front door swinging on its hinges.
“Well then, I reckon I have to write up letters now.”
She lightheartedly murmured, a relieved sigh easing out of her lips before scrambling the tattered shelves of the insides, setting her attention upon a stack of ripped parchment paper and a quill obscured by the shadows. In time, she began.
Content with the words she had left to say to her loved ones, the woman smiled- after a decade and a half of contemplative sadness, she was free.
Being my longest played character, and having shelved her for a long while, I felt it was time to honor her with this post. I officially am permakilling Therese av Grimrich, after thirty-some IC years of having her as my character and seeing her story come to a fitting end. Thank you to everyone who role-played with her, it was fun.