Post by gameboy152 on Jul 4, 2012 21:51:45 GMT -5
((to the many friends I have made here, I only wish we could have had more time. This will only be in effect if the server stays dead, note I will still text Role-play as this takes place several months from now. I'll see you starside ))
Talyn groggily sat on his bed. Many, many wounds covered his body and his left leg was tightly bandaged. He had tears in his eyes as he remembered the lives lost to the warlord. Aeariel, aster, jake, nicholas, merrian, and... Niveus, he found her a mere three days before the attack by the warlord on larkwood. It was swift and sudden, they didn't stand a chance, even with his newly learned magic abilities, there was nothing he could do to save his beloved huntress. He sat now in a small shack somewhere on tyro island. Everyone else left the country to find a new life... "life" he thought. "Life be damned to hell, it ain't worth living without my friends". He took another sip of whiskey and crushed the bottle in his hand. He didn't even feel the pain. He looked at his now shredded hand as blood dripped to the tear-stained floor. He then broke down and wept. Several minutes went by. Then minutes turned to hours. And hours turned to days. He stayed there and drank alone, a futile attempt to bury his heart. He then held his knife. Amazing craftsmanship, it was made by Nicholas as a gift for Niveus. Now he only wished to plunge it in his sorrow filled heart. "so easy, just pierce the atrial walls and that's it." He held the knife to his chest. Applied pressure... And dropped the knife. Even in utter dispair he couldn't bring himself to end his hellish dreamlike life. He had stabbed his left hand many times to make sure it was real. No matter what he did, it was all too real, the death, and his friends bodies. He faced attacks if he left, and he was out of food. Another day later. It was night time. He heard a bang on the door. He took one last look at a painting done by an artist of him and his friends at the tavern. He then grabbed his bow and sword. He then stepped out of the shack... He saw many goblins, several demons. And he saw Him. He felt the rage build up and he suppressed it... He drew his bow, and slowly walked into the circle of beasts before him. "Look, at the mighty Talyn now. He is all alone and still has the courage to face us. How many will he kill before he falls?" the warlord said while laughing. It sent cold shivers down Talyn's spine. He took a deep breath, nocked an arrow, and time slowed down to almost nothing. He must have dropped twenty before the first arrow hit his thigh. He dropped his bow, focusing everything he had, and unleashed a blast of light while a dark cloud passed over him. Blink. He was several meters away from the circle. He snapped the arrow and pulled it through. He drew his sword and ran towards his enemy. He lunged, screaming "SOLAR FENTOS MIROK TESARIM!!!" he drove his sword into his enemy's heart. The warlord merely laughed. This is how Niveus died. He then threw Talyn off and pulled out the sword. "Kill him" he then turned and smiled like a mad wolf leaping at a fire. "Slowly" His wound had healed somehow. Talyn ran for his bow and three arrows hit his back. He gasped, but continued on. He picked it up. Another arrow hit him in the stomach. He felt the acids burn him inside out. He didn't care. He'd never see daylight again, he knew that when he stepped out of the shack. Through the blood he now coughed up, he muttered. "light, help me" he nocked an arrow and fired. Then, after 28 year of close calls, an arrow finally found its mark. He looked down. An arrow was in heart. He felt his adrenaline levels drop and his body started going into shock. He collapsed against the shack and laughed dryly. Not because of irony, humor or even how fast he fell. He laughed because of the massive amounts of hormones racing through his body, attempting to heal the damage. It was no use, nothing could save him now. He saw the goblins fall under the swords of his friends and thought "Too late" he saw Niveus take his hand. He then closed his eyes...
He saw Aeariel and aster with their baby. And he saw the Creator on his throne. He felt no pain, no sorrow, no sadness. After so many years of chaos, death and sorrow. His struggles and pain washed away. He had finally found it. With his friends, family and the Maker. Home...
Talyn groggily sat on his bed. Many, many wounds covered his body and his left leg was tightly bandaged. He had tears in his eyes as he remembered the lives lost to the warlord. Aeariel, aster, jake, nicholas, merrian, and... Niveus, he found her a mere three days before the attack by the warlord on larkwood. It was swift and sudden, they didn't stand a chance, even with his newly learned magic abilities, there was nothing he could do to save his beloved huntress. He sat now in a small shack somewhere on tyro island. Everyone else left the country to find a new life... "life" he thought. "Life be damned to hell, it ain't worth living without my friends". He took another sip of whiskey and crushed the bottle in his hand. He didn't even feel the pain. He looked at his now shredded hand as blood dripped to the tear-stained floor. He then broke down and wept. Several minutes went by. Then minutes turned to hours. And hours turned to days. He stayed there and drank alone, a futile attempt to bury his heart. He then held his knife. Amazing craftsmanship, it was made by Nicholas as a gift for Niveus. Now he only wished to plunge it in his sorrow filled heart. "so easy, just pierce the atrial walls and that's it." He held the knife to his chest. Applied pressure... And dropped the knife. Even in utter dispair he couldn't bring himself to end his hellish dreamlike life. He had stabbed his left hand many times to make sure it was real. No matter what he did, it was all too real, the death, and his friends bodies. He faced attacks if he left, and he was out of food. Another day later. It was night time. He heard a bang on the door. He took one last look at a painting done by an artist of him and his friends at the tavern. He then grabbed his bow and sword. He then stepped out of the shack... He saw many goblins, several demons. And he saw Him. He felt the rage build up and he suppressed it... He drew his bow, and slowly walked into the circle of beasts before him. "Look, at the mighty Talyn now. He is all alone and still has the courage to face us. How many will he kill before he falls?" the warlord said while laughing. It sent cold shivers down Talyn's spine. He took a deep breath, nocked an arrow, and time slowed down to almost nothing. He must have dropped twenty before the first arrow hit his thigh. He dropped his bow, focusing everything he had, and unleashed a blast of light while a dark cloud passed over him. Blink. He was several meters away from the circle. He snapped the arrow and pulled it through. He drew his sword and ran towards his enemy. He lunged, screaming "SOLAR FENTOS MIROK TESARIM!!!" he drove his sword into his enemy's heart. The warlord merely laughed. This is how Niveus died. He then threw Talyn off and pulled out the sword. "Kill him" he then turned and smiled like a mad wolf leaping at a fire. "Slowly" His wound had healed somehow. Talyn ran for his bow and three arrows hit his back. He gasped, but continued on. He picked it up. Another arrow hit him in the stomach. He felt the acids burn him inside out. He didn't care. He'd never see daylight again, he knew that when he stepped out of the shack. Through the blood he now coughed up, he muttered. "light, help me" he nocked an arrow and fired. Then, after 28 year of close calls, an arrow finally found its mark. He looked down. An arrow was in heart. He felt his adrenaline levels drop and his body started going into shock. He collapsed against the shack and laughed dryly. Not because of irony, humor or even how fast he fell. He laughed because of the massive amounts of hormones racing through his body, attempting to heal the damage. It was no use, nothing could save him now. He saw the goblins fall under the swords of his friends and thought "Too late" he saw Niveus take his hand. He then closed his eyes...
He saw Aeariel and aster with their baby. And he saw the Creator on his throne. He felt no pain, no sorrow, no sadness. After so many years of chaos, death and sorrow. His struggles and pain washed away. He had finally found it. With his friends, family and the Maker. Home...