04-14-2024, 04:56 PM
Bartomeus ...
I have not paid my dues to your memory in some time.
I apologize.
It has been hard to muster the energy to collect my thoughts.
Is this how your last days were, Bartomeus? Disorganized. Chaotic.
Every moment filled with the quiet whispers that begin to make sense if you do not fight them.
The urge to destroy and tear asunder. To wipe stagnation where it may lurk.
I find the thoughts that are untainted by Chaos's mark a blessing; pure motes in a decaying mind.
Even here, in the depths of the Unreal, where I should have more sway to affect change-
... the whispers remain, and my body withers a little more with every moment I refuse to allow the Mark to rule me.
It is not difficult, now, to see the decay. The blackened blotches of skin, no longer burned away by Harmony's influence.
How gaunt I am, as hunger seems to have abandoned me in all but my most desperate moments.
I am dying; I am dying the weak death you so desperately fought to avoid for yourself.
This will not be the end I accept. If I am to meet my end, then it will be at my own choosing.
Even as the darkness encroaches, that flame still burns within. There is yet time, but the preparations are...
... time-sensitive.
Ah. It is rude to ramble. I apologize.
You always spoke of how important oaths were.
I will not fail you by allowing Lady Death to keep me from mine.
Loramelian, Lady Aubreen, Cade, Sir Corbin, Oracle dul Vique...
... Friends,
who I cherish so dearly.
I have not paid my dues to your memory in some time.
I apologize.
It has been hard to muster the energy to collect my thoughts.
Is this how your last days were, Bartomeus? Disorganized. Chaotic.
Every moment filled with the quiet whispers that begin to make sense if you do not fight them.
The urge to destroy and tear asunder. To wipe stagnation where it may lurk.
I find the thoughts that are untainted by Chaos's mark a blessing; pure motes in a decaying mind.
Even here, in the depths of the Unreal, where I should have more sway to affect change-
... the whispers remain, and my body withers a little more with every moment I refuse to allow the Mark to rule me.
It is not difficult, now, to see the decay. The blackened blotches of skin, no longer burned away by Harmony's influence.
How gaunt I am, as hunger seems to have abandoned me in all but my most desperate moments.
I am dying; I am dying the weak death you so desperately fought to avoid for yourself.
This will not be the end I accept. If I am to meet my end, then it will be at my own choosing.
Even as the darkness encroaches, that flame still burns within. There is yet time, but the preparations are...
... time-sensitive.
Ah. It is rude to ramble. I apologize.
You always spoke of how important oaths were.
I will not fail you by allowing Lady Death to keep me from mine.
Loramelian, Lady Aubreen, Cade, Sir Corbin, Oracle dul Vique...
... Friends,
who I cherish so dearly.
If the fight's over-
I will sacrifice my mind,
Just to know you'll still be breathing,
When the years have been unkind.
So continue on without me,
Guard my body and my flame,
Keep a watch over the wasteland,
When the world forgets my name.
I will sacrifice my mind,
Just to know you'll still be breathing,
When the years have been unkind.
So continue on without me,
Guard my body and my flame,
Keep a watch over the wasteland,
When the world forgets my name.