And the Credits Roll

Wow... just over a year playing the same character.

I made a slight change to the last story that I thought was appropriate to the character tying up her loose ends before judgement, but other than that, it is over and done with.

Wow.

breaths for a moment

I am sad to see this character go, but if she had come back, what she was and who she was would have lost all meaning. Why she died would have lost all meaning.

I want to thank everyone for your kind words about her. I never thought she would have made such a difference and been so well liked. I hope you all enjoyed having her around as much as I enjoyed playing her.

I want to thank all of the people who shaped her story and really had a deep impact on it:

Rylian (for being the first to step up to the plate and love her)
Jirand (for teaching her about the Dryth and getting her really embedded into the world)
Silmaril (for being her first friend in Telantha)
Mirae (for being her intellectual guidance in the tough times)
Skye (for being her 'girlfriend' who would talk about all the silly, girly things with her and never looked at her as if she was some lofty warrior)
Aubren (for being her 'drinking' and fighting buddy)
Melchior (aka the Staff) (for making my character sane, insane and sane again. Also, for never forcing anything upon her that I as a player didn't know was coming. Nope, you're not as sneaky as you think.)
Hemo (Her first student)
Sehki (for being her little brother and her friend)
Bjar (for being the arrogant bastard who made her hate him and love him and who showed her that she really was better than most people)
Leonne (for being her sparring buddy and her confidante near the end)
Fedim&Kali (you made her a Vek burninator)
Morhion (for making her feel special, beautiful and like a woman for the first time)
Aanson (you know why)
All the People I've forgotten (yeah yeah, the list is long, but thanks to you too)

And I want to give a special thanks to Strega for this blog that really helped me to round out the character in ways I never thought possible.

So, that is the final credits. Lower the curtain and I shall take my bow.

Pikshur the orkestra playing sum fun and tuching musik fer me will yah?

Judgement

So, The time has come to say goodbye. I really enjoyed writing this Blog. I hope you all enjoyed reading it. I am amazed I lasted this long and pleased with how things went.

--Utopia

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On the Shore of the River Leath

I have written the following to wrap up Tzoli's story because I felt there were things that still needed saying. A few things that will show everyone where she was coming from and how she felt at the end.

So, the following stories (there should be one more after this one) are "The End".

Heaven is Where you Are

And so... this chapter of my roleplay Ends, and Tzoli walks the Shores of the River Leath. She walks to the City Annwn to be judged.

She died happy.

This is her last goodbye.

Fickle

**No regular entries for a while. Once again, Tzoli is in jail and has no access to her journal.**

A boy with curly red hair. "I love you Tzoli." His hands reach out and fall away, leaving only the soft moistness on her lips.

I love him.

Liar.

I loved him.

The boy with the spider holds his hand to his chest, gloved and hidden. A gentle touch before he turns to smoke and vanishes like he never existed. "I do love you Tzoli."

Oh come back... come back...

You don't want him.

pain

Falling down into darkness. Alone on a stone floor. Laying there in the cold, the sound of moaning everywhere. "I love you Tzoli."

"It would be a lie."

"You are my flower."

"We are friends. We both ask and give the same thing. And that is why there is peace."

pain

The stone lifts up and envelopes her, creating a tomb. Darkness settles in. The stone press down and close in.

Fickle.. Weak little girl.

Coward.

The stones become heavier, more piling on. The chest starts to squeeze. The heart tight. Heartbreak sets in. The touch of a soft hand on the cheek. "I'll do something."

Peace

Fickle

"...Monster..."

"...Going to Die..."

"..hang you..."

Bjar...

Aanson...

..weak, fickle heart..

The stones collapse in and crush her. The heart breaks as they do. Sinking, falling into darkness again.

Can't leave them yet... can't leave him yet. I have more to say...

..coward... don't have the guts.

I do.

He'll hate ... like everyone else. Weak hearted fool.

"I don't want to lose you."

The body falls away onto another pallet of stone. Darkness surrounds and abosorbs the crushed body, pulling it apart.

I'll never tell.

...coward...