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    GHAUL -- Year 209


    "(souls are not meant to live more than once — death was not meant to be temporary, and she is so sure that every time her heart starts to beat again that irreversible damage is further inflicted)" -- Anonya, written by Colby

    The Price Has Been Paid

    An eye for an eye.

    That is what the cost was to save his son, he was just a colt, no one knew the outcome of the plague....Arthas was many things, many bad things, but he was a damn good father and he would not let Lothar suffer. He never expected to have to pay for his sons immortality with his life....but he would do it again given the opportunity. 

    The dapple king lays on the beach, he was immortal, is this what dying feels like? He gasps for air, but he gets no relief, until finally...he takes his last breath, and all that remains is his corps, chilling on the beaches edge.

    Rey you were my true queen, I am sorry I did not realize it earlier....take care of Mary and our unborn child

    Sinner You are a bastard, but I still leave the kingdom to you, don't let those bastards throw you out

    Wolfbane I forgive you, you will always be my first son. Thrive in your position Bane, and please, watch over my children.

    Delta You are what I always hoped for, you will achieve any goal you desire.

    Mary We have struggled, but you are a fine mare, don't go off the tracks.

    Lothar Stay strong my son, none of this was your fault.

    Dacia Lepis Fuck you, see you in hell.

    Dangerous Business
    I would say thank you, but Sylva was always mine. Death seems to suit you better than when you were king anyway.
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    Most likely always in his hellhound form
    Thanks for the not-notice, Mistress.

    I’ll probably never visit, because this is a line I cannot cross. Perhaps I’ll go and find your children to see what they have become. If luck would have it, they’re better than you.
    You could have made life a whole lot easier on yourself I think, with different choices...

    Good luck in hell.
    Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.

    You were my first friend and I loved you like a brother despite the fact that you gave me away to be beaten and abused. I am sorry that the pursuit of my own happiness was at the expense of yours.

    The irony of your life is almost as fitting as your death. You had me and then my daughter, and somehow you still couldn't let me go?

    No matter. I'll be seeing you soon enough.

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