Adelia Atmorice [PK]

[Pearlescent 74]

By one way or another a missive would reach a certain ‘fenn speaking of a meeting of celia’norian nobles, the ‘fenn would read over this missive giving a light chuckle as she would sit on her chair next to a fireplace. Her black eyes would linger over it for a moment long before she would discard it, watching as it would burn and turn black before turning to ash. The ‘fenn would giggle as an idea would form in the a twisted part of the psyche, an idea to appear before the faces that called her monster, who looked on her with disgust one last time before her end. 

This idea would fester in the ‘fenn’s brain gnawing at her every waking moment as the days would go by before day would be upon her, the idea now chief in her mind as she would decide to follow it. The ‘fenn would ride to celia’nor from the far north dismounting her horse and hitching it to a post before the gate as she would enter, opting to lurk in the shadows as she admired the city for the last time moving swiftly and without detection to the council chambers. 

 

She would find a corner where she would not be spotted and wait there, waiting for them to arrive. In this moment a lingering fear would begin to sink into her mind mixed with doubt as she fully considered what she was about to do. With only one exit to the chambers and the amount of people that would come to this summons of nobles, she knew if she were to remain there it would lead to her death. but as the noises of people would erupt flooding into the chamber she knew now just how truly her fate was sealed that day, a smile crept across her lips in that moment.

 

The ‘fenn’s skin would begin to darken a blackness erupting from the rune carved into the back of her neck as she would grip a staff in her left hand holding it tightly as her form would then begin to glow her eyes leaking with a ominous black mana, a glowing purple emanating from her skin contrasting with the dark’s from her rune. With a deep inhale she would take a step out of the shadows, her eyes meeting with those in the chamber as she would speak up and announce her presence “Apologies for my tardiness” she would chortle firmly gripping her staff as she heard the uproar of a familiar familial voice calling for her to be slain a grin setting onto her feature in that moment.

 

As several armed men would arise to challenge her presence there, chief among them a high elven magi bearing a sword of caraburum. Rapidly approaching her going in to strike at her stomach with the sword, this like most of the ‘fenn’s prior combat experience would normally induce a level of fear into her but the only thing the ‘fenn felt in the moment was elation and bliss as her time was coming to an end, not wanting to this feeling to end as quickly as it started she would opt to move to the side letting out a blast of sand at the man's eyes. Though this would be fruitless attack as the magi conjured air to disperse the sand from hitting him and the other warriors would close in on her, as she saw her time dwindling she would make her last meaningful move of a brisk step straight to the exit. Though this too was fruitless as the guards descended on her once again surrounding her as the magi did close in one more time running the ‘fenn through with his blade, the magi drawing an aurum dagger as she was held there. The ‘fenn managing to get a few last words out “Ahernan, Llir” she would say as a merciful soul would let a bone projectile fly out hitting her dead centre of the forehead killing her in an instant as the magi’s dagger would be stabbed in her neck.

 

The ‘Fenn would be slain, Slumping dead to the ground with a grin on her face, her last moments filled with a bliss known only to her, as the magi’s magick would envelope her form taking it, as her soul would go on to what awaited her.
 

[sam33497 3548]

Adelia Atmorice was the third person slain by Silwyn Cerusil.

 

Although she had found the path towards evil, and ultimately succumbed to a wretched existence, his heart still darkened, very slightly.

[Myrthe 184]

A Young girl had watched the whole fight happen, a hand raised over her mouth watching with horror..  But not a tear to spare. Her little heart was already making up ways to protect itselfs, from more hurt by the cruel world she lived in. 

[xo31 650]

Arthur frowned a bit.
"A worthy mage. I wish she was able to meet her end via ASCENDANCE, instead of this. ."

[Muckelpu 126]

Another ‘fenns blood froze upon hearing their sisters voice within the chambers walls, just a few elven hours they had asked her to stay away from the city. What was she doing here now? Quickly they rose to their feet after Lord Raziel Amethil had commanded Sylwin to take care of their sister. Aeth had needed a moment, clinging to the table before finally hurrying towards their kin. Drawing their spear demanding to know why she had come here, they had hoped to keep her safe outside the city. 

 

All they could do was watch, knuckles bearing white as they helplessly watched how their sister got swarmed. A thought rushing through their mind of ending her quickly before the others could torture her, but they lacked the ability to move frozen in place. 

 

“Aeth look away” , a familiar voice called out to them belonging to another of their kin. Though they couldn't, their gaze was glued in terror at the sight of their sister being stabbed in the gut. Followed by a sharp femur penetrating her forehead as in the same moment a dagger sank deep into Adelia's throat. Just moments after her body had been consumed by a mage's Aura leaving them to stare at empty space.

 

“No..No..No” Weakness settled into their knees, causing them to search for hold in the nearest wall, leaning against it. Valindra crouched into their field of vision, bearing tears in her eyes hidden behind her dark glasses. Aeth muttered sentences, not even knowing what it was they said. Tears rushing down their cheeks, as they kept repeating themselves. Being slowly comforted by Valindra's embrace that followed, they wrapped their arms around her. 

 

Once they calmed they felt an emptiness taking over their heart. “Ahernan…for making it quick.” They muttered, thanking their kin that gave their sister a quick merciful death. Aeth finally stepped back, nodding to Valindra's words of comfort before they left. Fleeing the capital, to retreat to their comfort space to mourn their sister. 

 

A part of them had left them this day, taken forcefully. 

[Morigung-oog 2740]

Valindra had been the one to sink the sharp femur into the skull of her once-friend. A warning, brief, had been uttered to Aeth, out of genuine care Adelia had instilled in her for the majority of her newer-generation kin. She had practically begged him to look away as she performed her mercy-killing.

 

 

Now, she sat in her room in a palace far away from Celia'nor in total silence. Those who knew the magus well would know that in times of great emotional duress, she fled to her mindscape to release her pent up emotions. Within the depths of her mind, she shrieked in agony at the loss, though in a plane more real, it was translated to but a hushed whimper. None could know how she truly felt. Her kin needed a strong leader, not one who so readily succumbed to grief.

[Satyrdays 155]

Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴜɴʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ'ꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ 'ꜰᴇɴɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏɴᴇᴛʜᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ Aᴅᴇʟɪᴀ'ꜱ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ.

A Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɪɴꜱᴛɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʜɪᴍ. Oɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀʙᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴛ. 

Bᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɢᴇɴᴅᴀ... ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ᴀ ᴠɪꜱɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ, ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴛᴏ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ.

 

Tarron 'Eerikki' Atmorice would approach his desk, picking up a crow feathered quill and gingerly steeping it in a pot of maroon ink, hesitating only a moment before putting pen to paper.

Aethuryair,

I heard about what happened

. . .

Once the letter had been written and sent, the 'fenn would return to his home to set up a small funeral of his own; a single white candle beside another letter written to the recently departed. The candle would be left to burn itself out, untouched.

 

Spoiler

I'll miss my pookie bear </3

Love, Satyrdays

 

P.S. please send me your magic items :3