In defense of Jiyyd. [And Norwick]
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Abner Sterling has fallen in battle. Rumor of a frost giant with a long sword running him through during the orc wars spreads across the land.
His body was cut in twine, torso eviscerated, his entrails spewn all about the hilltop gloriously.
Many a glass will be raised to his memory and songs sung to his loss.
// Thanks for all the laughs. It was my best death ever. :lol: :lol:
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Have fun and good luck with the RL stuff, and don't be a stranger!
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Auch, that's sad news.
Though I've never had the pleasure of walking in Abner's shadow, I'm sure that with your goodbye, this community has suffered a great loss…
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//We'll miss ya buddy…and you will be back! You better.
I almost forgot...
Who are you again?
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_During a minor scouting excursion near Norwick, the wizard Abner has fallen once more. His body had not truly healed from his last grievous wounds, and this time the damage he sustained was quite fatal.
He lived a long life. Perhaps he made an impact on the good people of the realm. His soul was beyond reach by even the most skilled healer._
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I wish I had something more exciting to say here… but I don't. After 3+ years of being around Narfell, it's time for me to say goodbye. I've had great moments of pure fun with you all [and some moments of utter frustration too]… Thanks for all the laughs..I no longer have the free time I once had to spend trying to develop my characters. Funny, but their "lives" never seemed to turn out how I wanted them to.
The honest truth is: RL is pulling me in many directions now... and my time IG has slowly spiraled into utter frustration... (I think I died 5 times in 5 weeks.. or less)... The frustration has long outweighed the fun factor... I simply just do not want to play the game anymore.
Some of you may miss me.. and I know some of you will be dancing with joy that I'm gone.. either way...
Goodbye, friends. I won't be coming back.
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_A Wizard, greatly resembling Abner Sterling has been seen about the realm. Although he is the same entity as before, he has suffered a slight change which is more noticeable in his demeanor. If asked, he refuses to speak about his time spent in the nexus of the beyond, or his time spent in seclusion while his mortal coil was mending.
His face is less quick to smile, and his eyes seem more sharp, punctuated by either greater determination or a more seriousness than ever observed before.
Clearly, the trauma of being eviscerated took a great toll on this man. He leans more noticeably upon his staff.
As he stands upon the hillside of his previous demise, three words are uttered on his frosty breath as he surveys the carnage of the war and contemplates the fall of Norwick just over the next hill._
"No shelter, here…"
His figures fades into the rolling fog of the war
