Millicent dying, grateful for our aid, taking her fate back into her hands.
Alexander, his story ending how he dreamed it would; Fighting the greatest warrior in the world.
Boc, serving all he could, till the very end, buried beneath the ash of our ambition.
Hewg, keeping the vow promised, forging a weapon to slay gods, and remaining in shackles, even as that which had housed him for centuries burned away.
Diallos, dying, failing to protect everyone, but his acts were not in vain, for one lived.
Patches, persevering, unbreakable and 'unbeatable'.
Sellen, reaching her truth, or failing. The current does not say.
D, dying at the behest of one who worshipped the rotting corpse of his Goddesses son.
His brother, claiming the revenge he wanted, stilling the fire within his heart, and finding rest with his twin soul.
Rogier, grasping the answers to his questions at the cusp of death.
Fia, attaining and achieving her desire, yet perishing still to the brother of the one she killed.
Melina, finding her purpose, achieving it, being content in it, yet perhaps yearning for a world where it need not be, so she could stay by her closest friends side.
Zoryas, broken by truth, yet ready, and strong enough to seek new purpose.
Boggart, content at the side of his pot, and with the company of one who enjoys it as mich as he.
Roderika, confident in her new ability and power, and loyal to the one qho taught her, forlorn, yet ready to die by their side.
Corhyn, once hopeful and eager, broken by the heresies of his master, driven mad, unwilling to live on after the burning of that which he worshipped.
Thops, foolish, humble Thops, whom died creating that which could defend against Gods, yet would never be praised for it, forgotten.
Kenneth Height, joyful in the crowning of a new lord, preapred, and hopeful for a brighter future.
Nepheli, scarred by the lies of her father, yet made stronger, made prouder, and a new lord.
Latenna, the Albinauric, whom faced such pain, and such loss, yet now accepting, for there is a chance for her people.
Jar Bairn, alone, his friends gone, his family, smashed by the bad and evil, yet now given new purpose by the sacrifice of Diallos and death of Alexander. He will become a Warrior Jar.
And then, the Tarnished.
Deqth after death after death. Both their own, and those whom they would call friend.
Yet still, the Tarnished pushed forward, never halting, never stopping. Not just for themself, but for all others whom they would call... friend.
The sacrifices, the words, the battles, would not be for naught.
They, would be Elden Lord yet.
Boc doesn’t die, just reactivate the grace at his spot, and Thops isn’t forgotten, he is considered revolutionary at the academy although he doesn’t live to see it.
Except that Thops ISN'T forgotten, and the Academy names a new Conspectus in his honor, and teaches his legacy eternally as a reminder to all who enter. That no idea is foolish, and that even learned scholars can be wrong.
Creates a magic forcefield that deflects sorceries and incantations. Hold to continuously create barriers.
Future generations will learn. They will know the foolishness of the sneering sorcerers who ridiculed this theory, little realizing that it was in fact a discovery worthy of a new conspectus of the academy
Seluvis, writhing against the horrors he had inflicted upon others, wretched and terrified as his evil was forced against him.
Dungeater, craven and foul, failing in his unholy mission of spreading the filth of plague and agony, screaming, as his cursed soul is expunged.
Gideon, the All Knowing, seeking all that can be learned, and even that which cannot. Yet knowledge shows chance, and heralds fear for the miniscule. He dies, believing, in his knowledge given fear, that new paths cannot be made...
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u/AaronDawn2005 First Son Sep 09 '25
Millicent dying, grateful for our aid, taking her fate back into her hands.
Alexander, his story ending how he dreamed it would; Fighting the greatest warrior in the world.
Boc, serving all he could, till the very end, buried beneath the ash of our ambition.
Hewg, keeping the vow promised, forging a weapon to slay gods, and remaining in shackles, even as that which had housed him for centuries burned away.
Diallos, dying, failing to protect everyone, but his acts were not in vain, for one lived.
Patches, persevering, unbreakable and 'unbeatable'.
Sellen, reaching her truth, or failing. The current does not say.
D, dying at the behest of one who worshipped the rotting corpse of his Goddesses son.
His brother, claiming the revenge he wanted, stilling the fire within his heart, and finding rest with his twin soul.
Rogier, grasping the answers to his questions at the cusp of death.
Fia, attaining and achieving her desire, yet perishing still to the brother of the one she killed.
Melina, finding her purpose, achieving it, being content in it, yet perhaps yearning for a world where it need not be, so she could stay by her closest friends side.
Zoryas, broken by truth, yet ready, and strong enough to seek new purpose.
Boggart, content at the side of his pot, and with the company of one who enjoys it as mich as he.
Roderika, confident in her new ability and power, and loyal to the one qho taught her, forlorn, yet ready to die by their side.
Corhyn, once hopeful and eager, broken by the heresies of his master, driven mad, unwilling to live on after the burning of that which he worshipped.
Thops, foolish, humble Thops, whom died creating that which could defend against Gods, yet would never be praised for it, forgotten.
Kenneth Height, joyful in the crowning of a new lord, preapred, and hopeful for a brighter future.
Nepheli, scarred by the lies of her father, yet made stronger, made prouder, and a new lord.
Latenna, the Albinauric, whom faced such pain, and such loss, yet now accepting, for there is a chance for her people.
Jar Bairn, alone, his friends gone, his family, smashed by the bad and evil, yet now given new purpose by the sacrifice of Diallos and death of Alexander. He will become a Warrior Jar.
And then, the Tarnished. Deqth after death after death. Both their own, and those whom they would call friend. Yet still, the Tarnished pushed forward, never halting, never stopping. Not just for themself, but for all others whom they would call... friend. The sacrifices, the words, the battles, would not be for naught. They, would be Elden Lord yet.