#qeren

Ithanar Islesun knew his end would come eventually.

But not like this.

No, he wanted something swift, sudden… merciless almost.

Instead, the elf’s end…

It is slow, spreading, creeping; a plague of corrosive pain, festering within and then spreading, forcing through to a surface of anguished screams bursting through mortal seams.

As he crawls forward through rubble, barely able to scrape at dirt and grass with marred hands and broken fingers, the old spellbreaker comes to a realization.

What he wants doesn’t matter.

Won’t matter.

Perhaps may never matter.

The end never had mercy for those who were the cause of their own demise.

Especially Ithanar, for not only has he caused his own end…

But that of others.

He played and then fell into fire, tampered with too much, overloaded and short-circuited.

Now he is nothing more than figurative ash, a remnant of the ancient elven glory trampled beneath frost and an icy-fanged fate.

“TANRAE!”

There.

“ILTHERIA!”

Dead.

“QEREN!”

Where?

Such questions already have their answers, but need not be acknowledged.

No, Ithanar doesn’t temper his denial for it bites and barks alongside the pain, the fury, the anger, the rage, the sadness, the sorrow…

The nothingness.

The void.

“ITHANAR!”

No.

It… no… let me…

Leave me be…

He hears them now, footsteps on the grass and rocks, bounding toward him with haste.

Instead of crawling to them however, Ithanar tries to leave them behind, trying to scramble as best as a broken elf can. He finds no purchase in hands that cannot work, in broken fingers in the dirt.

“No… please… no, no, no…”

More shouts. Closer now, more frequent.

Please… no… please… just…

Just leave me be…  here…

Ithanar can’t find the words, for he refuses to acknowledge them.

But he knows deep down…

The world in this moment holds one truth for him, harsh, inconvenient, and cruel…

A twisted turn.

This is no end.

“ITHANAR!”

Just leave me be…

Here in the wood of gnarled and twisted trees…  

(This is a beginning.)

CalidaAcersecomic: How much effort do they put into personal grooming and hygiene? Calida is relatively ‘fresh’ for a Death Knight (she was risen immediately after she was killed). I generally play that as meaning that while she doesn’t really produce her own grime (sweat and the like) she does regularly wash off dirt and grime from regular day to day activities. Since she spends the majority of her time with Chesric she’s a little more aware of her own hygiene (bathing regularly and washing her hair) as well as cleaning her clothes and armor a little more frequently than she maybe used to. As for grooming she doesn’t wear makeup, though sometimes she might brush her hair. Maybe. Fanfaronade: Are they one to boast? What things are they prone to brag about, if any?If anything she downplays accomplishments. She might ‘brag’ some if she managed to get a particular reaction out of Chesric though. Like if she surprised him or got him to swear in surprise. Mostly in a teasing way, though.

Qeren— Hamartia, Ultracrepidarian

Hamartia: What is their worst character flaw that they themselves don’t recognize?

Qeren doesn’t really acknowledge anything in herself that might be considered a flaw. She’s overindulgent, contributes pretty much nothing to society, is judgemental, dismissive and morose.

Qeren - Flower: The poppy - For the medicinal alkaloid it contains (morphine) and for it’s association with remembrance for those that have died in war time.

Oreste - Archetype/Character Trope: The Hermit  (Hermits are folks who don’t live around other folks— and they like it that way. They never say I Just Want to Have Friends and they aren’t afraid of Dying Alone. Hermits aren’t banished or cut off from society as punishment— they willingly chose to leave it, for whatever reason.Calida - Emotion: Emulation (Aristotle’s definition). A pain at what we take to be the presence, in the case. of persons who are by nature like us, of goods that are desirable and are possible for us to attain—a pain felt, not because the other persons have these goods, but because we do not have them as well. In other words, ‘envy is the pain that we feel because others have good things, whereas emulation is the pain that we feel because we ourselves do not have them’.