The World of Layonara
In-Character Forums => Rumour Has It => Topic started by: Pseudonym on September 13, 2009, 09:17:07 AM
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.... virgins sleep a little easier, merchants with fat purses walk a little more safely, those with low self esteem feel a little bit better about themselves.
// The end of Arkolio Salvorre.
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*Eghaas in his travels hears such rumors and perks up his ears at it and then sighing he hurrily rushes to Fort Vehl to get some more information*
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*Whilst in temple Jehoram overhears a conversation from behind locked doors. They seem to be arguing about a canceled delivery. The name Salvorre is mentioned. Jehoram quietly steps back and pulls out a small coin. He examins it thoughtfully and then begins the long journey through the mountains to Vehl.*
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*Sasha, still nursing bruised knuckles from punching Ark in the face sighs sadly upon entering the Vault and hearing the news. The end of an era indeed.*
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*G'ork plucks ark's limp corpse from the ground, noting the multiple stab wounds littering the body, slinging him over his shoulder in the dark halls, G'ork shakes his head looking to the others grimly and continues to make his way out.....memories coming back to the surface...When Ark was nothing more than a spineless rodent skulking the streets...The conversation they exchanged when the Western Gate was put into lockdown...Being stood by Ark confronting the Black Plague...So many memories....G'ork doesn't say a word to anyone until he reaches a dock and requests the body to be shipped to vehl.
G'ork then slips a single dart from out of it's holder placing it in ark's hand mumbling to the corpse*
So yous can still play....
*watches the ship slowly disappear into the distance, however the grim expression on his face not going anywhere*
Atleast not have to pay him nows...
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// Amendment to above, just for s0ulz, SW and Harlas - ".... virgins sleep a little easier, merchants with fat purses walk a little more safely, those with low self esteem feel a little bit better about themselves and dwarves cease to be referred to as midgets and go back to being kin!"
;)
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No one knows quite how it arrived.
Rumour has it a carpenter and slaver-hunter from Hurm arrived within hours of the news by boat, making room in the market place with angry shouts and cursing.
Word tells of a silver haired sorceress who ensured the couriers transporting it made haste through the town, with fire and lightning dancing suggestively across her finger tips.
Once it had been set carefully in place, a young Druid in a dark coat sat before it, whispering and praying for hours at its base, gently coaxing and calling a variety of flowers... usually unseen in the gloomy town... to bloom up at its base.
Once done, another young man took out a guitar, and as crowds of wondering people began to gather to see, he began to play soft, gentle songs of loss and those that will never be forgotten.
When all was done, the four people stood before it, arms around each other, and took a long moment of silence.
And just before they left, the carpenter turned to almost glare angrily at the crowd, his eyes glazed with tears.
" This is so you people don't bloody forget!"
(http://forums.layonara.com/photopost/data/100499/Ark1.JPG)
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*Somewhere on Layonara, in a room that most people would call dark, something moves.
If the room had been alight, we would see an ancient, elegant desk, made of wood long since gone dark by the amounts of a special polish used on it.
The movement would come from a person clad in black silken robes sitting behind this desk. The person's head would briefly move to stare out of one of the room's windows. Looking, watching, sensing... A stray flicker of light would show a red glow from the eyes.
The person returns to look at the various objects on his desk and picks up what looks like a small black scorpion-like figurine. He lifts it up from the desk as if to remove it from the desk altogether. He pauses for an instant and then returns it to the desk, but to a different position then it had before.
A few soft words escape from the person's mouth, and another small figurine appears on the desk in yet another location.
However, the room is not alight, and no observers are present, so all that happened in the dark of the room is hidden...*
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*Tralek waits till the others leave the arrangements laid out in Vehl and approaches. He pulls out something small from his pocket and performs a discrete arcane whisper, which causes the object to turn crystaline and ice cold. He gently lays the crystalized winterbloom flower amongst the other beautiful arrangements. He quickly catches a tear from his left eye and whispers "You will me missed my friend". He then walks off*
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*When hearing of the news, Raz shrugs indifferntly and heads out to look for Sasha.*
//Sorry Pseud =(. And I guess Razes live a little safer.
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*A small female elven lady cloaked in mostly black walks through the city and over hears a conversation about the fallen Arkolio Salvorre. Then a small smirk comes across her face as she mutters*
That's what he gets for dangling a trap in my face and calling me "Love"....
// *sighs* Emie may not have got along with Ark, but I hated to watch what happened. :( He added a lot to Layonara and will be missed by many.
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*Those near and at Stort during sunsets notice that a cowled dwarf barks out the guard for a honorary silent stand of one minute and then fiery arrows launched into the bay. After this the guard resumes their normal duties and the dwarf retires to the top of the lighthouse. This behavior lasts for a week.*
Ye bugger... *he mutters to himself*
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*On his way to the crafting hall the ornate flower arrangements catch Vrebel's eye and he hears talk of Arkolio's passing. Vrebel shakes his head in disbelief and grief and walks to the dock's edge to be by himself for what seems like hours. He then returns to the flowered arrangements bending down to say a couple of words*
After all you've done fer this town and these people *pauses* I'm gonna miss you friend as well as yer smart arse remarks.
*He then heads off back to the docks wondering why there is not more of fancy procession with speaches and boastings. He then thinks to himself it must say something about the true man behind all the glitter.
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[INDENT]A vast array of keys clink together as a small figure lingers hooded but otherwise unconcealed nearby. She tilts her head curiously for a time, and after a moment she murmurs softly to someone beside her. "Look for what he left behind... quietly."
After a brief exchange of quiet words and purse, one departs and the other remains. She draws the hood back, loosing the tangled mess of dark hair, and her black eyes are a strange mix of puzzlement and awareness.
"Oilem amelwla, wehizicc, and kururtpooa for now, Arkolio de'Averlain... I hope that you found Joy, or will yet do so..."
She glances around, observing mourners and gossipers whose actions and conversations suggest different states of an elevated reputation, and shakes her head slightly with a hint of a smile as she wanders away, bells chiming. "Well played."[/INDENT]
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* Kobal lets out a long sigh at the news, looking somehow perplexed. He looks to the speaker in front of him and speaks to him in a low voice. *
Oi knew dah lad. He made meh laugh.
* With a slight nod and a second sigh Kobal trudges away, kicking at pebbles as he walks. *
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//Due to time zones, my characters never interacted with Arkolio much, so I can't make an IC comment - but I always enjoyed the personality I saw come forth from forums posts and the snippets of dialogue I saw on screen shots you posted. My sympathies, and I'm sure you are aware he'll be missed.
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*Alatriel hears the news and shrugs a bit* Well, that's too bad I guess *sniffs the air* though... I do think it smells a bit cleaner....
*she seems to disappear*
//sorry pseud. :( I'll miss Arkolio ooc. But... if YOU go anywhere because Arkolio died, I will be very very very sad.
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//I gotta say the same. OOC, I feel bad he's gone. But I would miss you're style if you disappeared on us completely.
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*Savin observes the entire procession, leaning cross-armed on a shadowed wall. He stays there for several hours paying his respects to Arkolio before disappearing*
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*Ami follows G'ork slowly as the party leaves the sewers with Ark's body. Once in town, she falls in step with Emie and for once, is silent. As Emie mutters, Ami looks over at her and quietly adds...*
You should have seen the picture he drew.
*Ami sighs and keeps walking with G'ork, Emie and Galathia, mostly quiet during the trip. She watches G'ork with the body, the ship leaving and hangs around for a while with G'ork.*
//Sorry to see Ark go.
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*Wren hears the news and travels to Vhel to visit the last resting place of one of the few men he feared*
Your words were sharper then any blade that ever cut me low.
*he then goes and breaks a 6 years sober*
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*Trenton lays some flowers to show respect and greets those who he knows*
I had many a business dealing with this one, he seemed crazy at times, but was always true to his word when making a deal.
//Sorry about Ark
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*Ni'haer watches the scene at a great distance in one of the walls of Fort Vehl. He is silent and remains still, his eyes rest upon the grave ever so meticulously before leaving.*
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*Lance pass thru the memorial over Vehl , he carries his hand to his chest, not in pain for the loss, but as rememberance of something he lost, he pass over the place and do a small prayer upon the resting place*
I did not know you well, but I won't shed tears i don't feel *he speaks softly* yet , you did a great service to this town, and that I respect Arkolio Salvorre, I hope that your good deeds allows you to spare the mercy of the gods.
*He then do another small prayer and keep his way to the docks*
// OCCly Sorry to hear mate, Ark seriously will be missed.
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upon hearing the news Beli is at a loss for words, something Arkolio never was.
//OOC I'm sorry to see Ark go
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*Brian opens a small blood red book and scratches out the name of Arkolio*
A shame, but eh there is others in here.
*The smallest smile can be barely seen on his lips as he fades out of sight.*
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*Personally and with a heavy heart Sasha travels to the Salvorre Estates in Katherian to meet with Arkolio's father in law and his now widowed wife to bring them the sad news.*
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Benjamin and Aylana gather in front of the memorial and have a whispered conversation as Ben sips from his flask, "I never met the man, but I'm wagerin he won't be mayor of this fine town now, Lana. When I go, none of this, jest have a quiet drink instead" With that, Ben hoists his flask and toasts Ark's memory.
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The small woman in red looks at the flowers and well wishers and stops to think.
She takes a note, recently penned, from her pocket and tears it into a hundred pieces and throws it into the nearby trash barrel. Unseen by her, a small fragment escapes to flutter onto the nearby ground.
She walks over to the memorial and places a single red rose on it and says in a very low voice, 'Sum people might miss ye, Boss, an' ah knows ah will, but by Shadon's teeth, ye've left us a heck o' a mess. Ah better round up ra team oar this place might fall apart,' and she walks away into the shadows and is gone from sight.
Some time later, a passerby spots a piece of litter on the ground, and in true civic fashion such as would make Arkolio proud, picks it up and throws it into the waste barrel. As it vanishes from sight, he briefly wonders what the word "Razer..." might have met, then he sees his wife and thoughts of litter and strange words vanish from his mind.
//OOC Some will miss Arkolio and some may not. We WILL miss Pseudonym if he uses this as an opportunity to leave however, so please continue to play - you liven my games up no end. :)
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*news of the fallen travels quickly, even out to sea
*Abi hangs her head a moment after hearing the news as crews yammer on about it as they unload their cargo from ship to another under Hestus watchful gaze
Well...he seemed nice enough the couple of times i met him. And he did alot for Vehl. Didnt seem so dark and grimy while he was around.
*As she returns to her duties she muses to herself " I should send Lord Reaver and his mistress some flowers when i get back. I know they'll miss him alot."
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*A woman clad in dark purple and a man wearing armor and a lot of blue, including a blue cloak with a clasp shaped like the symbol for Fort Hurix and a symbol of Lucinda on the back. They stay for quite a while but their conversation is mostly between themselves and kept low to not disturb the mourning women*
Amanda: "Guess I should have gotten some flowers"
*Storold nods a little to Amanda, bending down to take a look at the book in front of the memorial. Amanda squats down next to Storold and does the same, Storold wrapping his arm around her as she joins him. Amanda sighs reading the pages..*
Storold: "I guess I don't come much around here... But I heard he did a lot for the town"
*Amanda nods a little to Storold*
Storold: "I guess Ami knew him better than you did?"
Amanda: "I think so.. I had only met him a couple of times."
Amanda: "I have to wonder how Trouble has taken the news"
*Storold nods a little*
Storold: "He knew him?"
Amanda: "Trouble called him his uncle"
*Storold nods a little again*
Storold: "I think that the Tempest family made some of this happen"
Amanda: "It wouldn't surprise me"
Storold: "Uh.. You know the things here of course, not the reason"
*Storold sighs to himself*
Storold: "Angela and Alantha knew him quite well too"
Amanda: "I wonder if they have heard"
Storold: "They hear everything that goes on, especially something like this"
(http://forums.layonara.com/photopost/data/100322/medium/Ark.jpg)
*Amanda keeps very close to Storold as she nods and talks softly with him*
Storold:"Pity that all the great heroes end like this... I am sure that Ark would have done a lot more had he been allowed to see another year or even decade"
*Amanda sighs softly moving her eyes from the book up to Storold. Storold bows his head in respect stading in front of the statue. Amanda stands quietly next to Storold in front of the statue. After some time Storold looks up and mumbles a brief prayer to himself*
Storold: "Lady of Spells, I know this man hasn't been much for religion or have seen much of your splendour in life.. However I ask you to continue to shine your light and gifts on him as you do on everyone else.. Living and dead"
*Amanda's eyes begin to fill slowly as she listens to Storold's prayer. Storold wraps his arms around Amanda and looks to the shrine again*
Storold: "He was a great man and he will be missed amoung our ranks.. From this day forward and into eternity"
*Storold kisses Amanda's cheek softly and looks to her. Amanda keeps one arm wrapped around Storolds and caresses his back gently with her hand. Storold smiles softly to her and then looks back to the statue*
Amanda: "Times like this makes you realize how fragilie life is.."
*Storold nods a little to Amanda and reaches for her hand looking to her again. Amanda looks up to Storold and speaks softly*
Amanda: "Do you want to find a spot to sit a while?"
*Storold nods a little*
Storold Doesscha: Maybe we should go back[/color]
*Amanda motions to the benches. As they walk away Storold looks back a final time and sighs. Having stayed in town for a while, sitting on a bench a bit of way from the statue, Storold and Amanda both activate their tomes and are gone...*
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*Gabriel arcs a brow at the news, but never truly knowing Arkolio, he is not slighted in the least.*
well... I woulda voted for him...
*He heads off to the docks in search of a ship hiring a sell-sword or even an extra pair of hands.*
// :(
// don't you leave us! D:<
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*Fehriel hears the news then sigh, and as he scratches Arkolio's name off of his order list*
Great.. all this silver for nothing...
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Thomas sits easily on the rooftop in the evening shadows smirking lightly.
"silly humans didnt even leave anything worth taking once they were gone, maybe the dead fellow was one of those poor folk they all cheer for"
casting his gaze to the starry sky, he waits for the crowd to disperse before slipping into the deeper shadows of the town.....
//didnt play with you much IC Pseudo but if you run you will be hunted down and chained to the computer
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//I had fun reading the forums and seeing everything he's been doing (the different time zones didn't let me play with him much either), pretty sad that he had to go... :(
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Arkolio is dead - long live Arkolio
*Posted on the outside of buidlings in Vehl*
To all residents of Vehl, we regret the passing of Arkolio, but his will lives on and you can go about your business as normal without fear of let or hinderance. The bank will be open for business as usual.
The town will not condone any unlawful activites within it's environs and any such breaches will be dealt with quickly and summarily.
~~ duchess
*Written in small print underneath*
Arkolio's old business partners can contact duchess to renegotiate deals.
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It is not until some time after Arkolio Salvorre, formerly Arkolio de'Averlain, has passed that word of the news reaches a certain dark haired sorceress who finds herself once again walking the lands. She makes her way to a certain table in a certain inn, and orders two drinks, though one sits untouched in front of her. Her face is thoughtful as she stares down into the tawny liquid in her glass, and wistful and a little sad. She murmurs to herself as she raises the glass to her lips, perhaps drawing a few strange glances ... but then sorceresses have been known to be a strange lot.
"Ah, clever one ... a lodestone for greatness, was it? Smooth words, even if we both knew I did not believe them.
No regrets, Arkolio, save one: that we will not meet again on this side of the veil. Keep your secrets a little longer then, and I shall keep mine. This is but a stalemate."
She smiles a little, drinking down enough of the amber liquid to feel the heat spread through her. Very softly as she sets the glass down, she murmurs again.
"We will meet and play again, when the time comes. Until then, rest well. There were none quite like you."
She takes a coin from a pocket to pay for the drink, and appears to roll it over her knuckles and back before setting it down on the table, using illusion to do what the man could do in life. She stands then, and makes her way through the crowd to the door, not once looking back.
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*A man with two scimitars in sheathes on his belt is seen visiting the memorial place, and with a determined nod he leaves the place... Only to return days later to bring a single flower, that he lays on the bed of flowers with a sigh.
Some of those knowledgeable to the nature of florae would recognize the flower being a Desert Firstbloom Wildflower*
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Somewhere on Layonara, in a room that most people would call dark, something moves.
Again.
Once again, if we had been able to see in the darkness, the figure would walk towards the ancient, elegant desk.
The figure picks up a little scorpion figurine again, looks at it for a brief moment. His right index finger makes a brief gesture at the figurine and its legs seem to twist, shorten or break.
If we were able to see him, we would see a brief smile play upon his face as he places the figurine back onto the desk, in yet another different position.
"Not yet done indeed." he whispers as he brusquely turns around and leaves the room again.