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The boat sat in the port at around 7:00 pm, going up and down slowly as the calm waves splashing against the hull. As it sat their travellers of all kind moved aboard to go elsewhere, paying their dues to the workers aboard the ship. The passenger's destinations were different from each one, but each at least had a purpose to leave, something to do elsewhere.
The first to step on was Lyal'amna Moliria, the Maraya, and a former guard of the Vigilant Shield. She was ready to head out of Regalia and move back home to Daendroq, and start a new life there, willing even to give up her hard work in the guard. She gave a brief look back to the city, before smiling and nodding. This was what she wanted. This is what she needed. New memories to be born elsewhere. She stepped onto the boat and found her seat, chatting with some of the people aboard the boat, with a smile she hadn't had in some time.
The next to come aboard was the Sihndar Torlian Krakaine, and his son Leif, stepping aboard, paying their fee and finding their seats quickly. This city was once Torlian's home until everything was taken from him. Twice. But now was the time to return to his ancestral homeland. To find peace with his past and find new meaning there in the future. Perhaps he would return one day, or perhaps his boy would. But all he wanted, for now, was quiet, peace, and the only memories of those lost to be good ones. He patted his son on the shoulder as he looked out onto the waters where they were destined to go now, ready to leave.
Coming aboard next was the Allar known as Snowscale, a simple woman who had briefly served as an alchemist in the city. Hoping to find her T'kin there and allies amongst the Yaotl and others of her race that made their home in this Ailor city. But T'kin was more to her than those others of her people, and so she now set off back onto the sea to find him. Wherever he was. This boat was the next step in a greater adventure for love and loss - but hopefully mainly love.
Already aboard, though below the decks, also sat the Kathar Crimson Witch Jaevah Dihirth. Within her was a similar goal, finding the one she loved. Bloodeye, that old salty dog was out there. Plus more challenges and monsters to hunt and feed off of. If she could get the chance she would take it, and this boring city had once again quieted after all these many crisis. She wanted that constant high. The excitement of battle. The thrill of the hunt. And it was too dangerous here now. So, to the sea she went, feeding on the rats and the occasional stray beneath the boat until they reached their next destination.
After her, came Amon Locke, the timid man, still with his briefcase in hand. He paid his dues in advance and was ready to leave Regalia. It did not as he had expected. He expected more magic and power to be there, but what little he had found was damning to him. He knew of places twice as magically enhanced as this place, and he was ready to leave for good. Perhaps he would return to the lands of the Sihai...or maybe even new lands in Drowvda. Whatever the destination, he was ready.
Speaking of Sihai, coming aboard now was a formerly ostracised and fearful Sihia called Ling Wong who had now earned a name for himself. The black powder had more than a simple use for bombs he knew it, and with firearms becoming a well known and renowned thing, and his own skills being useful, he had been hired far from Regalia. The noble who would put him and his ideas to work would also keep him protected from the folks hunting him. This was the start of a simple, if explosive life, and he was excited to get started! Just had to go over the choppy waters first...
Nadiir Kahn stepped aboard next, smoking a pipe and sitting down nearest to a window. He was ready for exploration elsewhere. To find his ancestors true meanings. And to truly discover if his father truly was Kahn or if this was simply a fake tale by his mother...speaking of his mother he wanted to visit her as well. He hadn't seen her in age and wanted to check if she was okay. And besides, this city held no friends anymore. They too had left or he had drifted from them.
Coming up after him was two people who had found one another in this blasted heath of a city. Nicholas Runkel the Altalar locksmith and Gareth Locklan the Maraya mercenary. One a quiet but angry man, and the other a sad one. But both finding each other on the docks of Old Crookback, and looking after each other, they quietly agreed with one another to look out for them. But they couldn't truly be together in a place of such cruel memories and hardships. So, off they sailed to find a new life out there on the waves, wherever they could take them. They could forge new memories together.
Next aboard was a man and his daughter. A man who had been disgraced. Ser Nicholas Moore kept his hood up, and his head down. His daughter however rushed off as soon as she got the chance, exploring every edge of the boat, and talking non-stop to him as she explored, making him chuckle. She was the light of his life. And besides, he was ready to leave now and to teach her to become a proud warrior like him and raise her without fear of being further persecuted for his love. After a while of chasing her down, he found a seat, reading a book as his daughter fed his mind with incessant nonsense from a book she had read...but it made him smile.
Next aboard made a thunderous step with each time his foot touched the boat wood. A massive Eronidas man named Burguk, had booked a place on the boat, making his way to wherever he could, a large bag alongside him for his Violet armour and weapons which he had, somehow, smuggled aboard. He was done with his homeland now. Estel was guiding him forth elsewhere. Wherever that was he was unsure, but he trusted her guidance...and besides, all his friends wouldn't miss a big ugly mug like his. He chuckled, thinking over the friends he once had, and looking back to the city he once called home.
Heading the boat as it's new captain sat Florian Lupenzi, of the Lupenzi family. Disgraced, and feeling like a disgrace to his own family, Lupenzi had decided to take a new name, and a new place elsewhere. Of course the true Captain of the boat would be found back at his house, tied up with food and water nearby, but for now it would work to get him away from Regalia. Maybe he would return to Farah'deen to see if he could free some more slaves. Only time would tell. One thing he did know was that he would miss the family he had found, especially Lazarus. He wished them well, but his views would only get him and them hurt in the end.
After this came Robert Rossolet, paying his dues and making his way to sit outside, his stump feeling cold in the bitter winter wind still remaining. He looked out over the seas, ready to depart to join his family in his Altalar homeland. Perhaps he would even visit David...yes. That would be nice. He nestled in for the bumpy journey ahead, leaning his head back and readying himself for sleep.
Next stepped aboard a former guard and proud Fin'ullen warrior, Urdynn Scale. She was welcomed with open arms, as she sat down next to the nearest mead and getting ready to down it. It had been a long time since she left Regalia and a long time since she took up a new job elsewhere in the Empire. Guard work was guard work though, as was exploration, and she excitedly sat, ready for a new chance to continue fighting for the people...just in a different place.
Next came the scholar (and vigilante) Petior Rain. He wandered forth toward the nearest seat and sat in it, reading his book on his latest inventions, both for his own "work" and for everyone else. Perhaps he would visit the Sihai next, or the Qadir. After all, they were both races prided on their newfangled ideas and technology, and their knowledge would be useful for someone like him. And after that? Who knew...but what he did know was that the Liante wasn't over yet, and this new study would prove that.
Finally aboard was an Isldar. Long forgotten now. Zyrus Blain stepped aboard the boat as they pulled the anchor up and removed the bridge over to the boat. He clicked his neck as he sat, and put his feet up. Today felt like a good day. He was going to go back on the journey he had been on long ago to get to Regalia in the first place. He would visit his brothers grave, and go to the city where his family once took refuge...and then he would go to his long lost home in the mountains. From there he would forge his peace. Perhaps even then go and join his fellow Isldar amongst the Dragon...yes, that would be nice. Forge a new legend for himself, and forge a new tale to tell his kids one day.
As the boat pulled away from the shore, the many people aboard looked back at the harbour. Some waved them off, some shouted to them, but many smiled as they left Regalia for lands unknown. This was not the end after all, but this was a new beginning.
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For those of you who couldn't tell, this is me shelving all my surviving characters, even the ones from the very start of my time here on the server 3-4 years ago, and giving them fitting ends for if I never use them again. This might also be a way of me also leaving massive with an end for all my characters...though I dunno about that.
This...also actually got me a little bit teary eyed. Not gonna lie, giving all my characters who I have invested extended amounts of time (months or even years) into an ending is actually pretty emotional. But again, they might return at some point, in some form, but for now, they are at peace elsewhere...and for the meantime, I intend to keep it that way.
This...also actually got me a little bit teary eyed. Not gonna lie, giving all my characters who I have invested extended amounts of time (months or even years) into an ending is actually pretty emotional. But again, they might return at some point, in some form, but for now, they are at peace elsewhere...and for the meantime, I intend to keep it that way.
Looking back on this now, it seems that it wasn't entirely correct. Perhaps I was in a bad place, who knows. But now I am back, it is more of a nostalgia fest, and giving the characters who lived and were either played (or not played) a chance in the sun and a chance to finish their stories, no matter how long lived. A homage. Some of them have returned recently in their own ways, that's true, but the original spirits of the character are lost. But this reeks of the memory of playing them, and the people I played with. I won't nearly forget it.
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