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Missing Azariah Veiloros

Blorbis83

Lord of Altera
#61
D: poor Azariah! I wonder how poor ol' Jeroxia Azerwind'll feel when he finds that his girl has been waiting on him ;-;
 
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Ayda

The Cinnamon Roll
Staff member
Asirel_Luik
Asirel_Luik
#63
D: poor Azahariah! I wonder how poor ol' Jeroxia Azerwind'll feel when he finds that his girl has been waiting on him ;-;
No clue. :/

*Puts an arrow in the ground* I'll stay a while
*Points at the pile of crap left by people. Some sort of tusken raider thing, a few anvils, a ship* Stuff goes there. Seats and pillows are on the right.~
 

Ayda

The Cinnamon Roll
Staff member
Asirel_Luik
Asirel_Luik
#70


Sitting in the deafening silence aside from the sound of the fire crackling in the nearby hearth, Azariah just stared at the open doors of the tavern as tears run silently down her face. Watching the black hair of her son disappear through the door and outward into a world now on the threshold of a war, a thousand and one things flashing through her mind such as memories of things long past and things that she could have done differently. Memories run like a film through her mind, flashing and flicking in every direction. Seeing faces that she missed so dearly, seeing the faces of others who she wished to never see again. Putting her hands over her eyes, she felt as if her head was spinning. But everything came back to her son, Emeric. No... Auron. His name was Auron. Until her stubborn pride changed his name. In what seemed like a flash, she could hear the familiar sound of wind whistling through the bricks of the old cathedral back at the Crossroads. Standing and looking around, she almost felt as if she was in a dream. She was back at that old place, but she knew this memory and it was one that she hated herself for. She paused as she heard a familiar song, turning to see herself and Emeric as a small child sitting in the front row. Biting her bottom lip, tears running faster, wetting the front of her shirt. Stepping forward with her arms wrapped around herself tightly, she just watched as a much younger version of herself rocked the child, singing, only to stop as she heard footsteps. Turning to see the boys father, Cymic, step into view she would just stare. Turning her back on the scene in front of her, the feeling of guilt washing over her like a wave as she just listened to the figments of her mind speak to each other.

"He's made his choice. Auron stays with me."

"I'll send money to help."

"I don't want or need your money."

She just flinched as she heard the cold tone in her own voice, shaking her head as she put her hands over her ears to try to tune out the conversation. Trying to tune her own voice out, she'd just stand there shaking before finally letting out a scream that no one was around to hear. Screaming for what reason she didn't know. To make the voices stop? To change the past that set into motion the events of her current life? In Emeric's life? The guilt she felt, the blame she laid on her own shoulders. Moving her hands from her ears to grab at her own shoulders, moving to crumble to the floor as she sobbed. She would turn her head to look back at the scene, watching as Emeric hid behind her legs as his father had tried to talk to him. The look on her own face, the response to it all. She felt a kick to her chest as she remembered the /joy/ she felt at ripping Emeric away from Cymic. The happiness she felt that their son had turned his back on him. While she never did do anything to harbor the hate, she never did anything to stop it from growing inside of the impressionable mind. She could have did things differently. She could have tried to tell him of the good that his father had done, but no. She stood silent as others filled the boy's mind of the evil and wrong that he had done, leading to where they are now. Far away, and long ago, she had the chance to stop it. Watching Cymic leave the cathedral as her and Emeric knelt there and whispered about going home, she would turn to face herself as she began to scream.

"You stupid woman! This was the start of it all! You could have let him be a part of his life! No! Your stupid pride. Your stupid wounded pride! You ruined a relationship between a father and a son because of your own goddamn pride! Was it that important that you try to hurt him?! What good did it do?! Why?! You stupid stupid woman!"

She'd attempt to reach forward to grab at herself, only to be snapped from her daydream as she felt the back of the bench in front of her slam into her stomach. Blinking, tears still running down her face, she would turn quickly to see that she was back in the tavern. Rubbing at her eyes, she would take deep breaths as she put her hand on her head. Moving to sit down once again, she'd close her eyes and let out a breath. Though she would just freeze as once again she began to smell something other than the burning smoke. Flowers? Why were there flowers here? Opening her eyes, she would find herself under a tree at Champagnac, a worried look on her face now as she found herself in another memory. Just shaking her head, she would look around before she heard her voice again, calling for her son. Turning, she would see the toddler running down the path towards her. A small smile, a happy memory, if only for a moment before she heard another voice, a male. Blinking, she turned as she saw Benjamin Beaumont step through the door to call Emeric inside to study. The boy would at first shake his head, but after a stern word would slowly pull away from his mother to step inside to once again move to his studies.

"... You left him there. You left him in the arms of a racist. You... You you... But you did it to give him a good life. You did it to give him a life that you couldn't give him on your own... after turning away his offer to help. You..."

She'd step closer to the elven woman who just stared at the door of the home as Ben just closed the door as he began the lessons before even reaching the classroom. She would watch as the vision of herself would just bite back the tears, then turn to walk down the path. As the ghost of the past passed through her, she would just stand there before turning and trying to reach out to grab her to turn her around. To try to get her to go back, lay claim to her son! There was still time, they could run! They could... but this was only a memory. She'd bring her hand back to herself as she'd press her hand against her chest. Feeling that kick in her chest once again, guilt, worry.

"... But that's not why you kept him there. It was because you knew that he wouldn't approve of where you put your son. All of this... is to spite him. Isn't it? You ruining your son's life... is to spite him. In everything you do... every choice you made... was against him. Sigurd was right. He was running your life, without even issuing an order. You stupid woman..."

She'd just close her eyes, rubbing at her face as she tried to will herself back to the present. Listening to herself train in the garden with her practice sword, she felt herself sinking further and further into memories. She would let out a small whimper as she bit her lip, teeth piercing her skin as she began to taste the copper in her mouth. Lifting her head to look, she would see memories flashing around her in full color. Turning one way would bring her into a new memory while turning the other direction would bring her to a different one. Turning, crying, she couldn't make it stop, all the thoughts, all the memories. Feeling as if she would finally break, she would try to continue to turn herself to find any happy memories, any good memories of her and her son. Trying to find one thing she had done right, one thing in his or her life that she had done right. Spinning faster and faster, she would begin to feel a familiar feeling crawling up her back, her own voice whispering in her ear with a sickeningly sweet yet toxic tone.

"You've just ruined the lives of those around you. Who would still love you after all you've done to them? Your son? Ruined by your own hand. And what of that woman who you call sister? You could have stayed well enough alone... Let her and the man you roped into a relationship actually be happy. But no, you and your pride had to ruin it. Or what about Gabe? She's dead because of you. You caused a man to drink because of you, isn't that right? Poor Althalos. He actually cared about you a lot! Ruined that you did. Broke poor Elmond's heart too, sent him crying out of the room! All because you were thinking only of yourself. Tsk tsk. You think someone like you deserves happiness? Deserves forgiveness? The only thing you've earned is to be alone, locked away where no one can be ruined by you again."

Just sitting there, she would refuse to fight back the thoughts. She had gotten so use to hearing them that it no longer was startling to hear them. The blame, the guilt, all of it she was so use to. For years she blamed herself. For years, she felt as if it was all her fault. But what could she do? What could change the past? Nothing. She would find herself slowly drying her tears, taking in a deep breath as she would just rub at her face as she found peace in the familiar feelings of guilt and blame. However, what caught her off guard was her hearing a little voice somewhere in the back of her mind, a familiar one. Blinking, she'd look up from her spot in the floor of the tavern to look into the face of her son, young and innocent.

"I love you, mama!"

Tears running new, she'd reach out to take his hand. As soon as her fingers touched him however, the toddler would grow, aging to the young man that had been standing in front of her just now. Matured, no longer her Storeen, yet always her Storeen. No longer her baby, but always her baby. She'd stand up slowly, just looking at him. Putting her hand over her mouth, she'd try not to make a sound as she held onto the vision. Watching, she did all she could to keep from reaching out to try to touch him again as he smiled. That smile that she so rarely saw anymore. Standing in front of her one moment, then gone the next, she would watch as the smiling vision of her son simply faded into nothing as it turned to follow the same path that he had just taken. She'd turn and stumble into the nearby bench, putting her face in her hands as she just tried to calm herself down. Still hearing the whispers, she would fail to hear the footsteps of a familiar Moor coming into the tavern. Knowing something was wrong with her sister, Lillinette would just sit down beside her and wrap her arms around her to pull her close in a hug which only set the broken lady into a fit of tears once again as she turned and buried her face against her.

"Lillinette... What have I done?..."

This piece was put together after a conversation between Azariah and Emeric. On the threshold of war, a lot of things have been on her mind, including thinking over all the things she feels she has done wrong in her life.

CyberChaosV2
 
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French Roast

Lord of Altera
Legend
French_Roast
French_Roast
Legend
#71


Sitting in the deafening silence aside from the sound of the fire crackling in the nearby hearth, Azariah just stared at the open doors of the tavern as tears run silently down her face. Watching the black hair of her son disappear through the door and outward into a world now on the threshold of a war, a thousand and one things flashing through her mind such as memories of things long past and things that she could have done differently. Memories run like a film through her mind, flashing and flicking in every direction. Seeing faces that she missed so dearly, seeing the faces of others who she wished to never see again. Putting her hands over her eyes, she felt as if her head was spinning. But everything came back to her son, Emeric. No... Auron. His name was Auron. Until her stubborn pride changed his name. In what seemed like a flash, she could hear the familiar sound of wind whistling through the bricks of the old cathedral back at the Crossroads. Standing and looking around, she almost felt as if she was in a dream. She was back at that old place, but she knew this memory and it was one that she hated herself for. She paused as she heard a familiar song, turning to see herself and Emeric as a small child sitting in the front row. Biting her bottom lip, tears running faster, wetting the front of her shirt. Stepping forward with her arms wrapped around herself tightly, she just watched as a much younger version of herself rocked the child, singing, only to stop as she heard footsteps. Turning to see the boys father, Cymic, step into view she would just stare. Turning her back on the scene in front of her, the feeling of guilt washing over her like a wave as she just listened to the figments of her mind speak to each other.

"He's made his choice. Auron stays with me."

"I'll send money to help."

"I don't want or need your money."

She just flinched as she heard the cold tone in her own voice, shaking her head as she put her hands over her ears to try to tune out the conversation. Trying to tune her own voice out, she'd just stand there shaking before finally letting out a scream that no one was around to hear. Screaming for what reason she didn't know. To make the voices stop? To change the past that set into motion the events of her current life? In Emeric's life? The guilt she felt, the blame she laid on her own shoulders. Moving her hands from her ears to grab at her own shoulders, moving to crumble to the floor as she sobbed. She would turn her head to look back at the scene, watching as Emeric hid behind her legs as his father had tried to talk to him. The look on her own face, the response to it all. She felt a kick to her chest as she remembered the /joy/ she felt at ripping Emeric away from Cymic. The happiness she felt that their son had turned his back on him. While she never did do anything to harbor the hate, she never did anything to stop it from growing inside of the impressionable mind. She could have did things differently. She could have tried to tell him of the good that his father had done, but no. She stood silent as others filled the boy's mind of the evil and wrong that he had done, leading to where they are now. Far away, and long ago, she had the chance to stop it. Watching Cymic leave the cathedral as her and Emeric knelt there and whispered about going home, she would turn to face herself as she began to scream.

"You stupid woman! This was the start of it all! You could have let him be a part of his life! No! Your stupid pride. Your stupid wounded pride! You ruined a relationship between a father and a son because of your own goddamn pride! Was it that important that you try to hurt him?! What good did it do?! Why?! You stupid stupid woman!"

She'd attempt to reach forward to grab at herself, only to be snapped from her daydream as she felt the back of the bench in front of her slam into her stomach. Blinking, tears still running down her face, she would turn quickly to see that she was back in the tavern. Rubbing at her eyes, she would take deep breaths as she put her hand on her head. Moving to sit down once again, she'd close her eyes and let out a breath. Though she would just freeze as once again she began to smell something other than the burning smoke. Flowers? Why were there flowers here? Opening her eyes, she would find herself under a tree at Champagnac, a worried look on her face now as she found herself in another memory. Just shaking her head, she would look around before she heard her voice again, calling for her son. Turning, she would see the toddler running down the path towards her. A small smile, a happy memory, if only for a moment before she heard another voice, a male. Blinking, she turned as she saw Benjamin Beaumont step through the door to call Emeric inside to study. The boy would at first shake his head, but after a stern word would slowly pull away from his mother to step inside to once again move to his studies.

"... You left him there. You left him in the arms of a racist. You... You you... But you did it to give him a good life. You did it to give him a life that you couldn't give him on your own... after turning away his offer to help. You..."

She'd step closer to the elven woman who just stared at the door of the home as Ben just closed the door as he began the lessons before even reaching the classroom. She would watch as the vision of herself would just bite back the tears, then turn to walk down the path. As the ghost of the past passed through her, she would just stand there before turning and trying to reach out to grab her to turn her around. To try to get her to go back, lay claim to her son! There was still time, they could run! They could... but this was only a memory. She'd bring her hand back to herself as she'd press her hand against her chest. Feeling that kick in her chest once again, guilt, worry.

"... But that's not why you kept him there. It was because you knew that he wouldn't approve of where you put your son. All of this... is to spite him. Isn't it? You ruining your son's life... is to spite him. In everything you do... every choice you made... was against him. Sigurd was right. He was running your life, without even issuing an order. You stupid woman..."

She'd just close her eyes, rubbing at her face as she tried to will herself back to the present. Listening to herself train in the garden with her practice sword, she felt herself sinking further and further into memories. She would let out a small whimper as she bit her lip, teeth piercing her skin as she began to taste the copper in her mouth. Lifting her head to look, she would see memories flashing around her in full color. Turning one way would bring her into a new memory while turning the other direction would bring her to a different one. Turning, crying, she couldn't make it stop, all the thoughts, all the memories. Feeling as if she would finally break, she would try to continue to turn herself to find any happy memories, any good memories of her and her son. Trying to find one thing she had done right, one thing in his or her life that she had done right. Spinning faster and faster, she would begin to feel a familiar feeling crawling up her back, her own voice whispering in her ear with a sickeningly sweet yet toxic tone.

"You've just ruined the lives of those around you. Who would still love you after all you've done to them? Your son? Ruined by your own hand. And what of that woman who you call sister? You could have stayed well enough alone... Let her and the man you roped into a relationship actually be happy. But no, you and your pride had to ruin it. Or what about Gabe? She's dead because of you. You caused a man to drink because of you, isn't that right? Poor Althalos. He actually cared about you a lot! Ruined that you did. Broke poor Elmond's heart too, sent him crying out of the room! All because you were thinking only of yourself. Tsk tsk. You think someone like you deserves happiness? Deserves forgiveness? The only thing you've earned is to be alone, locked away where no one can be ruined by you again."

Just sitting there, she would refuse to fight back the thoughts. She had gotten so use to hearing them that it no longer was startling to hear them. The blame, the guilt, all of it she was so use to. For years she blamed herself. For years, she felt as if it was all her fault. But what could she do? What could change the past? Nothing. She would find herself slowly drying her tears, taking in a deep breath as she would just rub at her face as she found peace in the familiar feelings of guilt and blame. However, what caught her off guard was her hearing a little voice somewhere in the back of her mind, a familiar one. Blinking, she'd look up from her spot in the floor of the tavern to look into the face of her son, young and innocent.

"I love you, mama!"

Tears running new, she'd reach out to take his hand. As soon as her fingers touched him however, the toddler would grow, aging to the young man that had been standing in front of her just now. Matured, no longer her Storeen, yet always her Storeen. No longer her baby, but always her baby. She'd stand up slowly, just looking at him. Putting her hand over her mouth, she'd try not to make a sound as she held onto the vision. Watching, she did all she could to keep from reaching out to try to touch him again as he smiled. That smile that she so rarely saw anymore. Standing in front of her one moment, then gone the next, she would watch as the smiling vision of her son simply faded into nothing as it turned to follow the same path that he had just taken. She'd turn and stumble into the nearby bench, putting her face in her hands as she just tried to calm herself down. Still hearing the whispers, she would fail to hear the footsteps of a familiar Moor coming into the tavern. Knowing something was wrong with her sister, Lillinette would just sit down beside her and wrap her arms around her to pull her close in a hug which only set the broken lady into a fit of tears once again as she turned and buried her face against her.

"Lillinette... What have I done?..."

This piece was put together after a conversation between Azariah and Emeric. On the threshold of war, a lot of things have been on her mind, including thinking over all the things she feels she has done wrong in her life.

CyberChaosV2
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Cymic_

Lord of Altera
#77


Sitting in the deafening silence aside from the sound of the fire crackling in the nearby hearth, Azariah just stared at the open doors of the tavern as tears run silently down her face. Watching the black hair of her son disappear through the door and outward into a world now on the threshold of a war, a thousand and one things flashing through her mind such as memories of things long past and things that she could have done differently. Memories run like a film through her mind, flashing and flicking in every direction. Seeing faces that she missed so dearly, seeing the faces of others who she wished to never see again. Putting her hands over her eyes, she felt as if her head was spinning. But everything came back to her son, Emeric. No... Auron. His name was Auron. Until her stubborn pride changed his name. In what seemed like a flash, she could hear the familiar sound of wind whistling through the bricks of the old cathedral back at the Crossroads. Standing and looking around, she almost felt as if she was in a dream. She was back at that old place, but she knew this memory and it was one that she hated herself for. She paused as she heard a familiar song, turning to see herself and Emeric as a small child sitting in the front row. Biting her bottom lip, tears running faster, wetting the front of her shirt. Stepping forward with her arms wrapped around herself tightly, she just watched as a much younger version of herself rocked the child, singing, only to stop as she heard footsteps. Turning to see the boys father, Cymic, step into view she would just stare. Turning her back on the scene in front of her, the feeling of guilt washing over her like a wave as she just listened to the figments of her mind speak to each other.

"He's made his choice. Auron stays with me."

"I'll send money to help."

"I don't want or need your money."

She just flinched as she heard the cold tone in her own voice, shaking her head as she put her hands over her ears to try to tune out the conversation. Trying to tune her own voice out, she'd just stand there shaking before finally letting out a scream that no one was around to hear. Screaming for what reason she didn't know. To make the voices stop? To change the past that set into motion the events of her current life? In Emeric's life? The guilt she felt, the blame she laid on her own shoulders. Moving her hands from her ears to grab at her own shoulders, moving to crumble to the floor as she sobbed. She would turn her head to look back at the scene, watching as Emeric hid behind her legs as his father had tried to talk to him. The look on her own face, the response to it all. She felt a kick to her chest as she remembered the /joy/ she felt at ripping Emeric away from Cymic. The happiness she felt that their son had turned his back on him. While she never did do anything to harbor the hate, she never did anything to stop it from growing inside of the impressionable mind. She could have did things differently. She could have tried to tell him of the good that his father had done, but no. She stood silent as others filled the boy's mind of the evil and wrong that he had done, leading to where they are now. Far away, and long ago, she had the chance to stop it. Watching Cymic leave the cathedral as her and Emeric knelt there and whispered about going home, she would turn to face herself as she began to scream.

"You stupid woman! This was the start of it all! You could have let him be a part of his life! No! Your stupid pride. Your stupid wounded pride! You ruined a relationship between a father and a son because of your own goddamn pride! Was it that important that you try to hurt him?! What good did it do?! Why?! You stupid stupid woman!"

She'd attempt to reach forward to grab at herself, only to be snapped from her daydream as she felt the back of the bench in front of her slam into her stomach. Blinking, tears still running down her face, she would turn quickly to see that she was back in the tavern. Rubbing at her eyes, she would take deep breaths as she put her hand on her head. Moving to sit down once again, she'd close her eyes and let out a breath. Though she would just freeze as once again she began to smell something other than the burning smoke. Flowers? Why were there flowers here? Opening her eyes, she would find herself under a tree at Champagnac, a worried look on her face now as she found herself in another memory. Just shaking her head, she would look around before she heard her voice again, calling for her son. Turning, she would see the toddler running down the path towards her. A small smile, a happy memory, if only for a moment before she heard another voice, a male. Blinking, she turned as she saw Benjamin Beaumont step through the door to call Emeric inside to study. The boy would at first shake his head, but after a stern word would slowly pull away from his mother to step inside to once again move to his studies.

"... You left him there. You left him in the arms of a racist. You... You you... But you did it to give him a good life. You did it to give him a life that you couldn't give him on your own... after turning away his offer to help. You..."

She'd step closer to the elven woman who just stared at the door of the home as Ben just closed the door as he began the lessons before even reaching the classroom. She would watch as the vision of herself would just bite back the tears, then turn to walk down the path. As the ghost of the past passed through her, she would just stand there before turning and trying to reach out to grab her to turn her around. To try to get her to go back, lay claim to her son! There was still time, they could run! They could... but this was only a memory. She'd bring her hand back to herself as she'd press her hand against her chest. Feeling that kick in her chest once again, guilt, worry.

"... But that's not why you kept him there. It was because you knew that he wouldn't approve of where you put your son. All of this... is to spite him. Isn't it? You ruining your son's life... is to spite him. In everything you do... every choice you made... was against him. Sigurd was right. He was running your life, without even issuing an order. You stupid woman..."

She'd just close her eyes, rubbing at her face as she tried to will herself back to the present. Listening to herself train in the garden with her practice sword, she felt herself sinking further and further into memories. She would let out a small whimper as she bit her lip, teeth piercing her skin as she began to taste the copper in her mouth. Lifting her head to look, she would see memories flashing around her in full color. Turning one way would bring her into a new memory while turning the other direction would bring her to a different one. Turning, crying, she couldn't make it stop, all the thoughts, all the memories. Feeling as if she would finally break, she would try to continue to turn herself to find any happy memories, any good memories of her and her son. Trying to find one thing she had done right, one thing in his or her life that she had done right. Spinning faster and faster, she would begin to feel a familiar feeling crawling up her back, her own voice whispering in her ear with a sickeningly sweet yet toxic tone.

"You've just ruined the lives of those around you. Who would still love you after all you've done to them? Your son? Ruined by your own hand. And what of that woman who you call sister? You could have stayed well enough alone... Let her and the man you roped into a relationship actually be happy. But no, you and your pride had to ruin it. Or what about Gabe? She's dead because of you. You caused a man to drink because of you, isn't that right? Poor Althalos. He actually cared about you a lot! Ruined that you did. Broke poor Elmond's heart too, sent him crying out of the room! All because you were thinking only of yourself. Tsk tsk. You think someone like you deserves happiness? Deserves forgiveness? The only thing you've earned is to be alone, locked away where no one can be ruined by you again."

Just sitting there, she would refuse to fight back the thoughts. She had gotten so use to hearing them that it no longer was startling to hear them. The blame, the guilt, all of it she was so use to. For years she blamed herself. For years, she felt as if it was all her fault. But what could she do? What could change the past? Nothing. She would find herself slowly drying her tears, taking in a deep breath as she would just rub at her face as she found peace in the familiar feelings of guilt and blame. However, what caught her off guard was her hearing a little voice somewhere in the back of her mind, a familiar one. Blinking, she'd look up from her spot in the floor of the tavern to look into the face of her son, young and innocent.

"I love you, mama!"

Tears running new, she'd reach out to take his hand. As soon as her fingers touched him however, the toddler would grow, aging to the young man that had been standing in front of her just now. Matured, no longer her Storeen, yet always her Storeen. No longer her baby, but always her baby. She'd stand up slowly, just looking at him. Putting her hand over her mouth, she'd try not to make a sound as she held onto the vision. Watching, she did all she could to keep from reaching out to try to touch him again as he smiled. That smile that she so rarely saw anymore. Standing in front of her one moment, then gone the next, she would watch as the smiling vision of her son simply faded into nothing as it turned to follow the same path that he had just taken. She'd turn and stumble into the nearby bench, putting her face in her hands as she just tried to calm herself down. Still hearing the whispers, she would fail to hear the footsteps of a familiar Moor coming into the tavern. Knowing something was wrong with her sister, Lillinette would just sit down beside her and wrap her arms around her to pull her close in a hug which only set the broken lady into a fit of tears once again as she turned and buried her face against her.

"Lillinette... What have I done?..."

This piece was put together after a conversation between Azariah and Emeric. On the threshold of war, a lot of things have been on her mind, including thinking over all the things she feels she has done wrong in her life.

CyberChaosV2
That hit me like a truck. Beautiful.