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.
The Western Gate
The large wooden doors extend fifteen feet up in height, each easily at
least eight feet in width. A large iron bar runs along the backs of the
door, ready to secure it closed against any forces outside, or simply to
lock up for the night. A smaller door is carved into the Northern of the
larger door, allowing folk to traverse through out into the plains with-
out having to open the larger heavy set doors. Two large ornate stone urns
mark the beginnings of a large and well traversed cobbled street that extends
out to the East.
[ Exits: north east south (west) ]
(x4) A corpse of a tall, gangly human is lying here.
Aanson, a wan-faced man is fighting a horribly deformed human!
Morhion, a horribly deformed human is fighting a wan-faced man!
You shimmer into existance..
"I never doubted your love." Aanson smiles sadly, and all his kha turns to mere mist, as he abandons his attempt at healing. "But whatever it is that Ylessa saw in you...it must have died along with her." He draws the dagger from his belt, and holds it out towards Morhion. "No more games. Abandon this madness, now, and return to the Seven. I..." His eyes widen, and he looks over at Tzoli.
Tzoli smiles brightly from over her corpse and waves her hand. Her hair is loose, waving about her head as if there is a light breeze. "Stop it. I'm leaving now. I'm going to be judged. Stop it... no regrets. No regrets." She brings her hand to her lips and kisses them before moving her hand outward. "Don't cry..."
Morhion as Aanson looks over at Tzoli so does he.
You think to yourself: 'One regret... just one. That I was too cowardly to say anything while I was alive. That I was too cowardly to tell you... to kiss you. I'm a coward, but I have no regrets, I protected you, so I have no regrets. I'm going to my mother now... to my father. To Annwn. I have no fear anymore. No regrets.'
"Tzoli..." Morhion is instantly forgotten, though Aanson still holds out his dagger. "I...Tzoli...!" He cannot quite seem to string words together. "Not...don't you go, too..."
Tzoli smiles softly and looks down at her corpse. She chuckles, lifting a hand to her mass of hair. "No regrets... this was my Fate. I told you it was my fate. Balor showed me. I was ready. I... wasn't meant for this world anymore. I never belonged. I was always out of place... in between. I'm going now... going to get judged by the Gods." She smiles softly and reaches a hand out. "You're strong. Stronger than me."
Morhion grows quiet for a moment before..his claw-like hand is still in a fighting position, before he pulls something out of his bag: a worn pieace of parchment. His words are strung along as he speaks, "My Beloved...I was going to give this to you...I dropped it from my bag...and found it once again...I was making a present for you...a late birthday present...I told you I'd finish it remember...? You were so happy when I told you..." his hand shakes gently.
"No I'm not," Aanson murmurs, touching his fingertips to Tzoli's. He shivers as fingers merely pass -through- hers. He glances over at Morhion, but only for a second, before his attention is on Tzoli again. "I don't believe it," he murmurs. "This...this wasn't. Not here. Not yet."
Morhion grow silent again...the fight slowly being drained from his eye as the emotion of the lose hits him once again..
"I didn't mean to lie to you Aanson. I didn't want to come back and give you a haunt, but I also didn't want to lie to you. I promised you I would tell you what I was thinking yesterday. I promised and I didn't tell you because I'm a coward." Tzoli reaches her hand up to Aanson's cheek, but is unable to touch it. "I'm a coward... like you said you were a coward. I understand now. I do. Its clear in my head. For the first time... clear." She smiles at Aanson. "Thank you... for the day when you held me. It meant a lot to me. No one ever... I'm sorry I'm a coward."
"Don't be," Aanson murmurs, a shiver running through him. "You're not. You're anything but." He slowly points over at Tzoli's corpse, but does not look at it. "The proof is right there. And right here, in front of me." He forces a weak smile, "You...you sound different."
Tzoli looks upward and smiles, hugging her arms around her torso. "I gotta make sure yah kin undarstand whah I'm sayin." She says, looking back with a wink. She laughs, her voice bright, soft, strangely serene. "I have no regrets any longer. I've serve my God and my friends." She looks over to Morhion and smiles. "Morhion, become a man again. You don't need me for that. You're like the father I never had." She turns back to Aanson. "And you... I... I've never felt peace like I did with you. When the times are hard, call on me and I'll try to be with you."
Aanson rubs at the corner of his eyes, wiping away moisture. "You...seem happier, now." His forced smiled becomes a bit more genuine, but he seems to be on the verge of some sort of breakdown. "Know that I'll think of you. Wherever it is you go. Balor, or...or elsewhere." He slowly sheaths his dagger, and sighs. "Thank you," he murmurs.
Tzoli touches her heart, then reaches out to Aanson again. "You'll find everything you ever wanted, I know it. You'll find everything... and you'll be happy. Alright?" She smiles and takes a step to Aanson. "Trust in Them. Trust okay? Trust and maybe in the next life we all be happy together. All of us. My mum, you, me, Zarika, Lia, Niko, Rylian... everyone. We'll all be happy in the next life."
Morhion rumages through his bag and removes the entire parchment as he listens as Aanson converces with Tzoli who he cannot see.
"I will." Aanson says, hunching over and very much looking his age. "I will. But...but..." His smile begins to fade, "When it is...my time, I do not think She will allow me to join you." He begins to hold out a hand, but perhaps realizing Tzoli's condition, he soon brings it back. "You, though. You will be happy."
Morhion walks over to Tzoli's body his form now covered once again and he lays a piece of parchment on her bloodied chest...his voice is low at first until he begins to say something obviously known quite well...