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Ronin Taliesin
the Supernova


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#15

It was too late - far too late, and Ronin felt the truth of that through more than just the lens of Roana’s imminent death. So much he had not been in time for, had not been in a fit state for, had not even been alive for. This was yet another weight to add to what he carried, and he gazed sadly at the woman he had called a good friend, who had run for General of the Storm alongside him (and they had laughed about it afterwards, back when things had seemed easy and carefree).

Nothing was easy now. Ronin heard the words, the I love you, the plea to take care of her children, the guildmaster swallowing the lead in his throat and taking a long, deep breath tainted with the stink of blood and viscera. ”You will never have died for nothing,” he told her firmly, taking her hand, the rings, squeezing it gently between his own.

Then he released her, reaching back to unsling Emmett’s axe from its holster on his shoulder (he’d grabbed it at the first sign of a ruckus), his face stony. Locking eyes with Remi - to give him strength more than anything, Ronin held the weapon aloft. ”Could you make wood for a bonfire?” He asked, nodding outside. ”Among the luxere. Where it’s safest.”

Turning back to Roana, an eerie calm seemed to fall over the Fallen Star. ”Goodnight, Roana. Your story will live on in your sons - I promise you that.” He clenched his jaw, hesitating perhaps for only a moment, before bringing the axe down upon her throat. A quicker and more painless death than burning - but the fire would take care of the rest, he prayed.

RONIN
Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.
Remi Taliesin
the Bastion


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#16
REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
The proclamation of love halted Remi nearly as much as the soldier's pleas that Ronin take care of her boys as his own. But that wasn't what him bristle the most. No, no, that was the notion of fire. Of burning. It made him think of he and Ronin post-LongNight the year before, standing in the same place that months later they would be married, burning Vanya's body. But the guildmaster was right, there could be no inside pyre.

Swallowing hard, his face pale save for the brilliance of his sea-glass stare and the crimson streaked across his cheeks, Remi nodded. Watching Ronin lift the ax however made something dark coil in his belly as wings sprouted wide from his sides. Vines attached to them, moss blooming beneath the wounded soldier to collect the blood that would surely flow and to block prying eyes around them from seeing. This was not a moment that needed to be remembered. Whatever animosity he felt towards Roana for her actions, he'd give her what little lasting dignity he could, that only Ronin should properly see her death.

However he'd not look away either. He'd not let Ronin bear that on his own. So as the ax swung down, Remi kept his eyes trained solely on his husband.

did it bend or did I break?


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Amalia Chandrakant
the Archangel
Baker

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#17
Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
A rush of relief leaves her lungs as the child grasps the staff. She wants to soften, but not until she is sure, sure, as much as it hurts. Looking at the other two, the Shield holds out her Luxere staff. "Okay. You, too."

Only when - and if - the other two grab it will the baker usher the children within, taking them quickly into one of the bedrooms and inspecting them for wounds. They do not need to see what is happening outside, and neither does she. As much as her relationship with Roana has been fraught, knowledge of the woman's imminent death is painful, horrible, lingering over her head as this year's very first LongNight loss.
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
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#18
The Lantern was close at hand, hooked to his belt now where it could not be left or forgotten, but he had been helping to make sandwiches in the kitchen when havoc had broken loose in the main room. By the time the lorekeeper had made his way to the source of it things were far too late.

They had been too late from the moment the door had opened.

He watched Amalia and Deimos take charge of the children, heard Roana's demands for death. Was this how Isla had died, her light engulfed in black tar and pain? He had no love for the former captain; indeed, there had been bad blood between them since her high-handed attempt to force her way through the Naturals to the Spire, and her confrontation with Rory.

None of that mattered now. She was dying, and the only question was fast or slow, and how much pain she would feel before she finished.

Remi shielded the final moment from those in the Hall, but he could not hide the sound of the axe biting home, or the silence that followed.

Silence that lasted a moment, no more, before it was filled with a quiet song as Jigano stepped up beside the Alchemist and raised Soulcatcher, the wordless notes of Ludo's lullaby to lost souls reaching out into the night, calling, coaxing the spirit of the fallen captain towards the softly glowing light of a lantern that promised shelter from the dark, and a surcease from pain until Ludo could claim its wayward acolyte and take her home.
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#19

Deimos the Reaper

master of nothing place, of recoil and grace

Zuriel thrummed through their connection within an instant, as the world unraveled around them, as it became all too clear, amongst children and kin, that no matter the unicorn’s powers, Roana wouldn’t, couldn’t, be saved. Perhaps it was the first time the mare had experienced failure – she reacted quickly, reeling back from her knees, a strange look pressed into her eyes, a sullen sigh whipping through their accord, and when she glanced back at him all he could feel, all he could see, were questions lingering and flickering through her mind. You tried he surmised, and that had to be enough. It was all it could be now – monsters humming and thrumming through forms, warriors fallen in their devotion to other things.

He didn’t listen to Roana’s final words – taking hold of children’s hands instead, offering calloused palms, one youth on either side, attempting to subtly drag them further into the Guild, away, away, away from the burning, from the mercy slaying, from the first barb of LongNight. He ushered Zuriel along too, feeling the distant expanse unravel beneath the tempestuous eaves, eldritch acrimony and calamity already fallen into their wake.

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Ronin Taliesin
the Supernova


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#20

Blessedly, it only took one good swing. Ronin flinched against the hot blood that flecked his face and neck, the metallic tang filling the cocoon of feathers and vines. (Not that it had smelled any differently before, of course). The guildmaster closed Roana’s eyes, then his own as he looked away, waiting for the convulsions to stop, for the moss to soak up the crimson, for the world to still.

”It’s done,” he muttered to Remi, gazing at his husband with an expression that was carefully on the brink, but he had no doubt that the other man would see the cracks. Kneeling in blood. It was his second LongNight spent kneeling in blood.

”We ought to give her a proper send-off afterwards,” he decided, thinking of the black night, of the monstrous beings outside. ”When the sun rises. Could you make something we could wrap her in?”

RONIN
Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.
Remi Taliesin
the Bastion


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#21
REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
Remi hardly looked up as Jigano appeared at his side, strange lantern in hand and wordless melody on his tongue. It mattered naught, especially since his trust of the bard had increased in leaps and bounds. Besides. Roana was gone, there was no disturbing her now.

With a glance towards Ronin, the alchemist pulled in a breath. Vines softly rose up from the moss cradling her head back against her neck where it had been cleanly sliced through. Emmett's ax. Hadn't Roana gone to look for him too? His jaw feathered. For all the strength and metal she presented to the world, she truly did have a mother's heart beating below. The moss ran up her sides like reverse rain, sealing her in a blanket of sweet-smelling clover. Peppermint bark appeared too to hold off the smell. And finally, a firm wrapping of linen.

Standing, pulling the body up with him with his magic, he mumbled something under his breath to Ronin: Roana couldn't go in the cellar least she horrifically be mistaken for food. One of the back rooms then, so he'd need Sugar to drop the temperature. This was easily enough done of course.

did it bend or did I break?


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