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[starswill]

envoyd replied to your post: //by the way, if any npc rpers (or people who just...

now im curipus on how eli lb3 drk looks like lol

[musesbyarya-a]

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& ELIDIBUS.

  They stand so still in death and decay. Lush brown. Stone worn from the ages that they are indescribable. Cracked. Sunken. And whatever stories that may have laid bare upon this holy ground is nothing but death and death and death. And Elidibus might even wonder what whispers and songs that these bones might have played when the flesh still lingered. But oh, how they know, how they both know. The dead cannot speak.

  But this scene is almost nostalgic. Almost reminds him of the death that both of them were born from. Like pheonix they rose from ashes and persevered in the oceans of blood and now graves that were never there in the first place. He touches one. A hand stroking the faded markers of crying reunions between family who would lay gifts of flowers. Elidibus wonders if their souls are content being forgotten like this. Are content to continue into their next life knowing that their last visitor would be perfectly whole beings.

  Sometimes he hated their so random and so quiet meetings. The clouds are deep with grey. A somber tune to this somber meetings. “I wonder where Lahabrea’s soul had ended up now.” The words leave his mouth so soft. So quiet. Almost afraid saying but a thing would break this earth in half. In his heart is emptiness. Grief. It weighs upon him even if there is nothing outwardly that shows. The dead trees dance in the wind. The clouds grow closer. These flowers smell closer to death than rotting flesh.

  But the sky does not cry for Lahabrea. Nor does Elidibus. But still the steady hand rests upon the grave as if this were Lahabrea’s and still does his heart break and break and break. As if he has failed. As if it could have been avoided. But he shows nothing of his suffering. “Tell me then, if you know if Lahabrea’s soul has truly departed.” And though he asks, he knows what cruel answer Emet Selch would give him. So he continues to grieve.

Two steps behind the white-dressed Ascian, the Architect stood upright, his arms crossed on his chest, looking at the other with an expression of remarkable neutrality.

It was common knowledge that Emet-Selch did not hold Lahabrea close to his heart. Although they have both been members of the Convocation of the Fourteen since time immemorial, their opinions and methods were quite different, particularly on how to approach the Great Rejoining. He did not deny that he was a great scholar in the past, creating impressive phantasmagorical creatures such as Quetzalcoatl. But since the Sundering, he seemed to have let himself be overwhelmed by his anger against Hydaelyn and acted impulsively and almost recklessly.

However, even if his arrogance was unbearable to him, the Speaker's death had affected him somewhat. To know that one of those who had survived this tragedy had just been destroyed by this Hydaelyn's Chosen One had made him even more bitter. So there were only two Paragons left. Two who were able to complete what they had been working for several millennia.

"Unfortunately, there is nothing more we can do for Lahabrea. His acts of idiocy finally got the better of him," he said in a tone of slight contempt. "It wasn't for lack of warning him not to act recklessly, both you and I."

The Architect took a deep breath, fully filling the lungs of the body of his new vessel - or rather one of the clones of the previous one he knew so well from having borrowed the body for nearly 70 years - before sighing with a weary look, turning his eyes away from the Emissary to come and land on the sky as dark as his mood could not be at that moment. "However... I would like to believe that his soul has reached the Lifestream, like that of our broken companions." His voice was calm and grave, like the attitude he displayed. "But we both know that even if that were the case, it is very likely that he cannot be recalled as we can for the other members of the Convocation, or as you did for me when Solus expired his last breath."

[zodiaerc]

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          ‘ Elidibus... ’

  Zodiark spoke softly, reaching out with what looked like a shape of a hand wanting to hold the others the best it could. Oh, how He wanted to at least hold His paragon’s hand at least once in His life.

[dayofazure]

H-Hewwo??? Bwinger of Wight? Is this the Waking Sands?

@envoyd // sos local warrior of light is being cursed

H-Hewwo?? Mistah Emiwssary? This is actually UWU, please forward your message to Mistah Wandering Minstrel pwease at the Rising Stones~

[dayofazure]

"death too must be earned."

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Those words that he spoke, the Warrior wondered if those were directed towards her or himself? Regardless, the Dragoon did not feel any sort of anger towards his statement. To her, it was nothing more than the simple truth. It was something that she grew up with. 

She wondered if death is something that he has to earn himself as well. She recalled back on her experience with his fellow Ascians that she fought with in the past, defeating them was a task that was difficult but not impossible to accomplish but granting them death was a different story. 

“I suppose you won’t let your death come so easily now, right Elidibus?” 

She managed to find her snark and retorted to the Ascian in white. 

“Though it’s fine for me to say the same thing? I don’t plan on letting my death come by so easily.” 

After all, to kill a “hero” the “villain” must earn the right to do so. 

[dayofazure]

"Who am I in this story?"

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Nobody, the Warrior of Light wanted to say to the Ascian. However, that would be nothing but a forced lie on her part. They interacted far too often and meddled with each other’s affairs. The Warrior couldn’t really avoid Elidibus, no matter how much she wished for, as long as she continues to fight as a member of the Scions.

But he was asking her, who was he in this story? Her story, as a person, or her story as the Bringer of Light? 

She will not deny that she was curious about the Emissary, granted that he was different from Lahabrea and Emet-Selch. Cold yet rational, the words that he spoke at times were nothing but the truth. She shouldn’t think too much about this. Seiza needs to make a clear standing of the relationship between herself and the Ascian, Elidibus. 

“With how things stand, I doubt we can truly be friends.” Arms crossed, the Xaela shut her eyes. “You are my enemy. That’s who you are in this story.” A moment of silence passed between the Warrior and Paragon. “Were you expecting a different answer out of me?” 

[starswill]

goodbye

zodi isn’t accustomed to loneliness. he had been created as a companion, after all. that street goes both ways. strange, isn’t it? the very thing created to ease loneliness is terrified of being lonely himself. of course, he hides this, shoves it down. it is not a creation’s place. his first priority is his master.

his master, who is currently trying to explain to him that the prince of garlemald couldn’t be seen with a little miqo’te about. to which zodi argues he could shapeshift into whatever he needed, and elidibus once more denies him. zenos was a loner by nature. it would not do.

“ what if you need me? ” zodi whimpers. “ what if you get hurt ? i could hide – i know the shadows well. ” elidibus looks unconvinced, and zodi wrings his clawed hands.

even if they were to part… “ what will i do without you ? i have nowhere to go. ”

it’s a pipe dream. zodi knows that look. elidibus is set on this path, and he will not hesitate to order zodi to obey. zodi sighs, shoulders slumping.

“ i will…find ways to occupy myself. ” just so his master doesn’t worry. just so he knows zodi will stay out of trouble. elidibus looks somewhat relieved, but zodi barely notices. he stumbles forward to wrap his arms around his master’s middle.

it’s not warm. there’s a chill of darkness between the two of them, and elidibus’ form barely feels solid. but zodi falls into it like he would a warm bed, clinging and holding tightly as if he might vanish.

“ stay in touch. please. ”

[begotten-soul]

"You were gone."

“I still am.” Daues whispered, looking away with a slow turn of his head. 

“I’m just a husk…an empty shell with a flickering soul within my breast. My dearest Elidibus...forgive me.” He murmured quietly. 

“I-…I was never there enough. I failed you as a companion, as a friend…I know my words seem hollow and may naught be enough now but I beg thee to know my words are true.”

“I have only ever wanted to be by your sides again. To spare you this despair, this pain.”

“Even in that I fail you….”