11-21-2021, 05:09 AM
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"The only thing i know for real in this land is that there will be blood shed. Either your own or someone else's. You better remember that while growing up kid. Oh, and keep an eye out for that sword Osrona has. You'll know Akeldama when you see it. You'll feel it in your veins. Anyways...Best i get going. Keep that heart beating and you'll figure things out with your magic."
A bag is hefted over the shoulder of the blood starved Kali Agana as she turns to leave out the door of a small cottage in the woods. She yanks down her hood before trekking out into the wilds. The leaves crunch beneath her boots while they travelled through the dark wilderness of Osrona's outerlands.
She pauses one last time to look up at the shimmering city and at the walls that stood tall and imposing. So many memories and so many washed with the blood of her friends and herself. From Arista, their closest confident and friend, whom she had abandoned with her treachery, to the Alders that had brought Kali in and raised them like their own.
She felt a twist of a knife in her heart before turning away, pulling up a hood to hide her features from any patrolmen. How differently could things have gone if she simply held conviction? If she wasn't cursed with cowardice and fear by the occult and her own failings...How much would have changed? She could have died a hero, perhaps. Cut down by vampires and remembered as a hunter instead of the treacherous red viper.
But, then she wouldn't have met the love of her life then would she? Or go on to have a family in Asphodel? What of Poppy? She'd no doubt would have been devoured or slaughtered by vampires or Osronans when the split eventually happened. The one that had managed to help keep her mind at peace and to keep her in some kind of sanity during the blood lust.
She'd never have met Avelin, her second mother. The one that consoled Kali and relied upon her during the near collapse of Asphodel. WHat ifs, what ofs, what could haves. A head wracked with guilt and confusion. But she had finally decided on a single decision, one of her own making once more. And to her, it was an easy choice. To leave Esshar itself.
She'd be leaving so many behind, but it wasn't the first time she had so shamelessly burnt down a bridge or left friends and family in the dirt.
Ragnhild, Aris, Araceli, Avelin, The Docros, the Alders...All those that somehow still lived. And those that had their blood spilt upon the wild lands of Esshar. The Blood magi reached into a pocket, pulling out a cigarette while her journey brings her closer to the seas, where a boat awaited. Poppy always spoke of her small tribe and their homeland in a good light. A place for the two of them to finally settle down and put the entire past into the dirt to be buried.
As her feet came to the end of the small pier, she turns around to look to the land that she was born upon. The woods that she had survived in as an orphan and grown into an old woman.
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"Hopefully this place lives up to everything, Poppy. And at least the kids will live a fine life. The Aganas live on. Bloody stains like us were always a problem of getting rid of in Esshar."
She throws her bag onto the boat after the final lamenting stare given to her home. And with an oar in hand, she begins the long journey east, to the outskirts of Esshar and to one of the many smaller landmasses.
The story of the fallen hunter of vampires and traitor of Osrona ends.
A bag is hefted over the shoulder of the blood starved Kali Agana as she turns to leave out the door of a small cottage in the woods. She yanks down her hood before trekking out into the wilds. The leaves crunch beneath her boots while they travelled through the dark wilderness of Osrona's outerlands.
She pauses one last time to look up at the shimmering city and at the walls that stood tall and imposing. So many memories and so many washed with the blood of her friends and herself. From Arista, their closest confident and friend, whom she had abandoned with her treachery, to the Alders that had brought Kali in and raised them like their own.
She felt a twist of a knife in her heart before turning away, pulling up a hood to hide her features from any patrolmen. How differently could things have gone if she simply held conviction? If she wasn't cursed with cowardice and fear by the occult and her own failings...How much would have changed? She could have died a hero, perhaps. Cut down by vampires and remembered as a hunter instead of the treacherous red viper.
But, then she wouldn't have met the love of her life then would she? Or go on to have a family in Asphodel? What of Poppy? She'd no doubt would have been devoured or slaughtered by vampires or Osronans when the split eventually happened. The one that had managed to help keep her mind at peace and to keep her in some kind of sanity during the blood lust.
She'd never have met Avelin, her second mother. The one that consoled Kali and relied upon her during the near collapse of Asphodel. WHat ifs, what ofs, what could haves. A head wracked with guilt and confusion. But she had finally decided on a single decision, one of her own making once more. And to her, it was an easy choice. To leave Esshar itself.
She'd be leaving so many behind, but it wasn't the first time she had so shamelessly burnt down a bridge or left friends and family in the dirt.
Ragnhild, Aris, Araceli, Avelin, The Docros, the Alders...All those that somehow still lived. And those that had their blood spilt upon the wild lands of Esshar. The Blood magi reached into a pocket, pulling out a cigarette while her journey brings her closer to the seas, where a boat awaited. Poppy always spoke of her small tribe and their homeland in a good light. A place for the two of them to finally settle down and put the entire past into the dirt to be buried.
As her feet came to the end of the small pier, she turns around to look to the land that she was born upon. The woods that she had survived in as an orphan and grown into an old woman.
"Hopefully this place lives up to everything, Poppy. And at least the kids will live a fine life. The Aganas live on. Bloody stains like us were always a problem of getting rid of in Esshar."
She throws her bag onto the boat after the final lamenting stare given to her home. And with an oar in hand, she begins the long journey east, to the outskirts of Esshar and to one of the many smaller landmasses.
The story of the fallen hunter of vampires and traitor of Osrona ends.