An end to stories...

[Eight-Bit]

As the morning came so did the news of this strange sighting. Matilda Landsend was spotted running through the town wailing and screaming as loud as her frail body would let her. She was always an unusual and quiet girl, but she has never been like this. She tore through the morning crowd with her hands planted firmly over her ears. She made her way to the North gate passing the Temple of Ilsare. Her armor lie in pieces, leaving a silver trail to her final resting place. In the forests just past Hlint her body was found. A blackened shortsword which seemed to steal the very light from around it pierced her midsection. She lied in the field alone, no footprints to be seen but her's. To this day some townsfolk swear they see her peeking around corners and hiding in the shadows, dressed in her tattered and worn black robes.

// Please delete Matilda Landsend.

[red]So, ye want to 'ear 'bout th'strangest lass I e'er met then? I'll tell ye th'tale I guess. Ain't likey we're movin' too far, what with all th' buckets parkin' 'emselves in th'harbor. She was a mean an' vile lil' lass, she was. Th' only thin' sharper than 'er teeth was her tounge, they say. Hair wild like a lion's, an' fingers to match. 'least thats how th' story goes.

When she wanted ye to see 'er, ye did. Sure'n ye did. Loike an' Elf she was. Taller though. Ain't a lanky lass none, either. Built a lot like'er.. eh... guessin' if ye took a cat an' put 'er upright ye'd see 'er in it's eyes, ye'd see. 'course ye'd need to get th' cat holdin' 'er two swords ye would, an' I don't see ye doin' that. 'less yer one o' 'em nature tricksters.

She ne'er told nobody 'er name, th' tale goes. She'd say.. "Th' tags Key. Jest Key." I saw 'er meself once, I did. Bit b'fore she up'n disappeared. Right, I'll tell ye 'bout that I thinkin'. Th' tale goes a bit like this...

Ol' Key was makin' 'er way back'ter Karthy from some place, she was. Ne'er knew just what it t'was. Could'er been anythin' really. Considerin' all th' ruins ye'll find on Dregar. She was makin' 'er way through town like. Doin' 'er usual thin'. A careful eye 'ould see her movin' an'a takin'. An' e'eryone's purse 'round 'er shrinkin', while 'er's mysteriously grows in size, it did. Well, anyway. Some guards caught ont'er, they did. Ne'er did we think it'll 'appen. But they gave 'er chase like th' wind. She was bloody fast, she was. But these buggers caught upt'er like it was nothin'.

I should'a mentioned this b'fore, but if ye got too close an' she didn't like it none, ye usually lost somethin' importanta ye. This time it t'was an' arm o' th' guard. Right through 'is armor. 'is blood pourin' over an' makin' th' red plate 'e wore even worse lookin'. Ne'er did I see such'a thin' in me life. Wee lil' thin' cuttin' right through it. Well, ain't needin' no senseta it. Word tells she was a Devil, she was. Ne'er denied it, or told ye th' straight truth. Guessin' that makes more proof than ye think. So, takin' 'er devil blade up from 'em she cut 'is arm twixted th' elbow an' th'sholder.

Thats 'bout th' last I saw o' 'er. She made for an' alley she did. Then thin's get a lil' fuzzy like, they do. She up'n burst inta nothin', some say. Th' guards that made after 'er, ain't ne'er found. All gone ina flash o' red an' white lights an' fires. If ye pick through th' alley ye'll see ash an' th' smell o' fresh fires even after it gets all cleaned up, don't ye know. Hot'er than th' Hells, it is. Eh.. mebbe its hot AS th' Hells now that I'm puttin' th' thought inta it...[/red]

// Please delete Keille'leugh.

[blue]Sometimes things are just best left hidden. Llunieninque Artuile'rosse was always known as a teacher and lover of the spoken word. Thats perhaps why she always found herself in the company of Bards, story tellers, Gnomes, and Halflings. She seemed to soak up every single word and letter, and would retell every story she knew at the first possible chance. But beneath those thin robes and frail body there was an intense power. For nearly her entire life she studied the Enchanting Arts. Eventually becomming perhaps the greatest living practicer of that School upon Layonara. A few walked in her path, mostly her first and most successful student, Maddison Trenton. But she has been known to take others. That is, of course, until she had decided to return to her home. Her REAL home.

She always believed she was raised at first in Willow's Weep. A place of strange and complex buildings, of pure Elven construction. She was very correct in this. But she never made it home. Her mind was a powerful thing, and she was known to exchange riddles with the Titans and the Dragons and come out the winner nearly every time. A prized possession, many would say. Such a mind would be a perfect weapon, were it not for her strict morals and total lack of interest in the artform that was forced upon her at an early age. Traveling through the Great Rift she walked carefully, even though she knew nothing would be able to see her. As you see, she was not simply an Enchantress. She also mastered the School of Transmutation in her times upon Mistone. She was able to walk as though she was an etheral being. Nothing would be able to see her here. But she could never take solace in that fact. There is a strange pulling there in the Great Rift to all that are in tune with The Weave. Nobody knows just what happened in the Great Rift, save to say that she left from one side and did not exit on the other. A body was never found, and only one of her possessions was ever found; a broken and shattered sea shell clip used to hold her hair in place.[/blue]

// Please delete Llunieninque Artuile'rosse.
// I won't be playing here anymore. NWN has me worn out. I'm tired of lacking any ambition to do anything constructive. I spend too much of my time playing a very addictive and GOOD game. But I'd rather worry about my life now, and save the games for later. I'll stick around to post and whatever. Maybe set up a few Halo games. But I'm going back to my friends I can talk to face to face and do this less epic.

See you all later!

[Kethryc]

Good to know you my friend, take care of yourself! I wish you well.

--David

[Nyralotep]

//*Profound sadnessÂupon reading this* Wow, you WILL be missed! Best wishes to you!

[Grossebeaver]

// thanks for all that you have contributed, you will be missed.

[Leanthar]

You will be missed 8bit. Good luck in life and stop by to say hello from time to time.

[IDii]

Enjoy life. It's not as bad as they say really.

[Aurhinius]

Well personally I always had a GREAT affinity for Llunienique and became progressively saddened when you stopped playing her as much as you did then practically stopped. She will be missed by Quintayne and the others of that I have no doubt. She has many things left to do and many places yet to go. I feel hers was a story much beginning but that is how I saw it.

Get your life together and find some balance and perhaps we shall see you again in the not to distant future. If you play it casually you may find a good balance between your lasting companions here and those you can see face to face irl.

Good luck for the future.

[Warrior_Erik]

Good luck and I hope everything goes good!

I will miss you man. Since i've come back you've constantly been there for me, and was upt to adventure, hang out, or talk, whenever i wanted, or needed. I'm sad to see you go.

[Reventage]

You got me wordless, but still, I try to squeeze out a few. We had fun. I loved your quests and loved Llu even more. Sad to see you go.

Still, I don’t wish to see your characters completely destroyed, their existence erased. But that is your choice alone.
And of course, whatever happens, they will be remembered.

Rev

[Qui_Z]

Well....gah...

[Juste]

// I .... I did so not see this coming. I'm not really sure what to say either ... I mean, caught me entirely by surprise with this. 8bit, man, are you sure you want your PCs deleted and all? I mean, they are like your time investment. Can understand if you would rather spend time on other stuff, like the Uni stuff I know you are doing. You might want to come back someday, hopefully sooner rather than later.

8bit, I'll miss you, and your characters, and even your verbal abuse of me *grins*

Keep in touch.

[Pankoki]

Triba walks north from her old house in the rolling hills towards North Point, a usual route for her. As she enters the rift a strange sensation captures her senses and decides to move away from her normal path. Eventually this feeling leads her to the entrance of the place were magic is bent.
She looks around the looming cave entrance knowing something is amiss, thats when she stumbles upon a familiar pendant. She examines it for a long while until recognition enters her eyes. She looks determined to enter the place and gets ready to risk her own life doing so. But then a thought hits her mind, a thought of remembrance upon her lessons.ÂTriba knew that if she needed her help she would call upon her.ÂA small tear drops down her cheek as she looks into the cave. "See you later Llu...". Not daring say goodbye to someone so dear.

8-bit. You and I have done alot together on here, and I'll always appreciate the talks you and I had. I hope all goes well with you my friend. Let the wind be at your back. And do say hey from time to time.

marv

[fyvel]

WARLORD KEY!
You bring great honor to yourself and family. *formal bow*
I try to follow your honorable example.
You will be missed.

8, don't you forget about us while dealing with that 'real world' thing I've heard of.
I...yeah, Tate said it, 'You will be missed.'

Best of luck to you man.

[Trace Nightwind]

Your charcters and Rping were absolutely phenomenal...An example to others. You indeed will be missed but also know that if and when you decided to play again someday, you will be welcomed back with open arms!! -Trace

[Sakura]

*waves sadly* I will miss you thats for sure.. I enjoyed playing with your caracters and I enjoyed your CDQ you ran for me.

Life is more important and live it to your fullest, go out have fun get drunk with your friends because thats what life is a never ending party and I will not stop you from making your choice.

You are a good friend from the time I met you, through good and bad you will be missed I hope that someday.. someday.. you shall return even if its to play one hour a day.

Thank you for being there for me and teaching me that there is more to GM's then just someone that runs a quest, you bring light to my character and you helped me relize that I wanted to be a GM too. Thank you again for everything that you have done and Good Luck to you in everything you do.

Cat-Chan

[trillex]

Dammit!

I really don't have more to say than that other than that you will be missed.

[Foxy]

-_- *hugs* I hope you come back soon after you get your life sorted out, I will miss you greatly. -_-

[bowfreak]

Later 8... was fun to run with Matilda. You made RP an art. And hey, it ain't that bad out here once you get used to it.