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29-04-2023, 11:41 PM
((Originally posted by Runil Arvanis))
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"Together we could have been so strong, together we could have ruled.."
The Arvanis crypt was silent save for the distant sound of a storm far above and the repetitive droping of water that had seeped through the ceiling, drip.. drip.. drip. The lone Patriarch knelt by a pair of freshly cleaned coffins, one baring the name "Rendvir", the other "Nyrithe". His left hand rests on the corner of Nyrithe's coffin as he releases a deep sigh, his tired form almost practically deflating as the air leaves his chest.
"I do not know if you can hear me, I do not know if there is truly another journey after this one, but I will try anyway."
He paused a moment, gathering his strength before continuing.
"You were both taken from me too early, and for similar reasons. You were both headstrong, overconfident fools who met their end with a lack of support. You forced me to be something I was not, you bred hatred and anger with me, turned me into the monster I am today. Our Master speaks of my actions as those of a true Sith, but if I am left with naught but ashes and death at the end of it then what is the point? I should hate you, but I harbour only anger.. and sorrow."
The cloaked figure finally stands after a few moments of elongated silence, looking over to the Arvanis monolith. A list of names were carved into it, all former Patriarchs with Rendvir as the last addition.
"Perhaps one day Zravia will put my name where it belongs, but for now.. for now I must press on. If those I care for die at my feet, if those I rely on fade into the shadows, then perhaps I should embrace being the monster. Rest easy brother, cousin.. you have done your parts, now it is up to me."
With those last words, he finally turns to leave.
The Price Of Ambition
"Together we could have been so strong, together we could have ruled.."
The Arvanis crypt was silent save for the distant sound of a storm far above and the repetitive droping of water that had seeped through the ceiling, drip.. drip.. drip. The lone Patriarch knelt by a pair of freshly cleaned coffins, one baring the name "Rendvir", the other "Nyrithe". His left hand rests on the corner of Nyrithe's coffin as he releases a deep sigh, his tired form almost practically deflating as the air leaves his chest.
"I do not know if you can hear me, I do not know if there is truly another journey after this one, but I will try anyway."
He paused a moment, gathering his strength before continuing.
"You were both taken from me too early, and for similar reasons. You were both headstrong, overconfident fools who met their end with a lack of support. You forced me to be something I was not, you bred hatred and anger with me, turned me into the monster I am today. Our Master speaks of my actions as those of a true Sith, but if I am left with naught but ashes and death at the end of it then what is the point? I should hate you, but I harbour only anger.. and sorrow."
The cloaked figure finally stands after a few moments of elongated silence, looking over to the Arvanis monolith. A list of names were carved into it, all former Patriarchs with Rendvir as the last addition.
"Perhaps one day Zravia will put my name where it belongs, but for now.. for now I must press on. If those I care for die at my feet, if those I rely on fade into the shadows, then perhaps I should embrace being the monster. Rest easy brother, cousin.. you have done your parts, now it is up to me."
With those last words, he finally turns to leave.
