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Providence RP is a "people-with-powers" roleplay that focuses on exploring a chaotic world and making the unknown known. It is a world of imagination and strength of will, where belief and expectation play a major role in shaping reality itself.
Posted: Apr 5 2017, 09:31 AM
It was a bright night. In the castle as old as time, in the shadow of the great archetect. Lay a fallen warrior, admist the ruins of all he had ever known.
“Does the moon push the sun, or, perhaps the stars that surround them?” North mused. He looked skyward. Massive crescents of ice cut into the moon. A hauntingly beautiful sight. Tragic. “Doesn’t it matter, or…, matter it doesn’t?” He sighed sorrowfully. They were brought into the world to fight chaos, true. But for North that mission had nothing to do with the world outside the walls.
He blinked, forcing the long-held tears to finally fall. Looking back on his time here, from the moment he set foot into the Fallen Keep, he couldn’t recall a time he wasn’t frowning. His breath hitched from the uncontrollable sobs. The circle, Karmy, Kunlong, the leader… Other names called out to him as well, some familiar, and some foreign. Matias the Blacksmith, Ryan the Knight, Atash the Flame, Nagito the Harlequin, Oichi the Forgotten, Owen the Shadow, Cordevo the Emotionless, Alistar the Tragedy, Argile the shadow, Ivy the Lighthearted, Noah the sleepless, Mercy the Broken, Rowen the Soundless, Ryven the Lost, Stuart the Hopeless. These names and countless others echoed in his end. He could only guess as to how they came to their ends, but it was clear that they were dead.
Crack! The pillars began to wither, breaking from the base. Cracking like knuckles. The dozens of spiked petals shielding him were starting to break. North weakly raised his left arm and started down the length, a faint light emanated from his ring. Even as they were dying his ring was trying to protect him. He smiled. The silvered light fading in and out of reality along with the ring itself. It really was the end. For if a ringbearer died his ring would remain. Though if the rings themselves were harmed, it would seem that there really was no hope left for this tragic world.
“Big Ben finally bit it huh…” His expression darkened. It was for the best. No more ringbearers, no more tragic stories. The fallen warrior whispered, “No more war…” those were his last words.
I am the petal in the storm,
Ice is my body, and cold is my blood,
I have seen over a thousand battles,
Ignored in life,
nor revered in death,
Have withstood war in-order to live peacefully,
Though these eyes will never see paradise,
So I pray, Absolute Zero.
His thoughts have become like snow, his soul as cold as the ice he molds. Never will he experience he peace he was promised. Though, perhaps now, he can finally carve his own peace...
Moments after he died, his ring would shine it's light for one last time, before fading from the world forever. The ice flower protecting North from the chaos would collapse in on it's late master. Burying him in his own element. One last name would be called out by the dying world.
North. The Forsaken.
This post has been edited by North: Apr 5 2017, 12:46 PM