The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard

The Garden

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a part of The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard, by duramon.

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The Garden is a part of The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard.

3 Places in The Garden:

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Keres Leventis [31] "Some people think I'm narcissistic, but I like to think I'm just self-aware."
NPC Sheet [24] Tags general NPC's, holds information on important figures (When I get around to it)
River Saetyrix [16] An extremely laid back Incubus with the wit of a sarcastic feline.
Aera Kirishima [15] Clarity of the mind, is clarity of the soul.
Ivan Witherbane [14] "Time progresses, people live and die, and the wars wage on. Fighting nature, eachother and the unnatural."
Pravus the Grave Tender [12] "I shall bury them all. When you die, I shall bury you too."
Wayland "Brimstone" Smith [9] "Hammer and anvil! Can you hear their beat? Can you hear the screaming? Can you hear the keening of the blades?"

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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Character Portrait: Wayland "Brimstone" Smith Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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#, as written by duramon
River looked between the column of water, the drowning man inside and the steady flow of water, his soul being tugged towards the open white thread by the wails of dozens of dead families. He smiled sadly to himself and clicked his fingers, ice surging from the veins in his left arm and ebbing it into the air like strange blue blood, waving strangely in the air around him. He waved his arms across his chest once and the ice instantly solidified into a cage of ice-spikes and blades positioned around his now anchored arms.

"Not too long ago I would have fought anything to the last and then stepped through that portal....but if I do I'll go through on my own terms. Rain already buried me once, so when I set you free, I'm not going to leave anything to bury, and I'm done fighting for nothing but the cause of my survival...This is the end." He growled, clicking his fingers again, the dozens of ice spikes instantly impaling him in every part of his body, the spines sticking through his legs, his chest, his ear and even his hands. Hands that now lay cold and dead on the floor, severed from his body a long with the remainder of his arms up to the elbow, the Incubus roared in pure agony and stumbled, coughing and spluttering blood as the remaining ice anchored his legs so he could stand.

In a single moment a rush of pink-ish red energy roared out of every open wound and gap, within the miasma small star like specks were floating, the souls of the dead. He simply stood, shuddering and shaking as he bled and the storm of souls wavered behind him. He weakly snapped his slick fingers a few times, eventually creating a click between through the ever-flowing blood and finally sending the cloud onward through the portal to freedom. One small orb stayed behind, a black spined sphere that emanated a mixture of blinding cold and disgusting warmth as it slowly sunk itself back into the Incubus through a wound in his throat, closing it off slowly.

The ice anchoring him shattered and he faintly recalled the feeling of falling.
'Whatever that thing is, at least I have an audience for my end...I guess I won't get to pay Rain back until the after life...but I'll make sure I'm waiting with an ale and our friends..' He thought slowly, his mental functions dropping to almost nothing as the little black sprite pulsated in its new position at his heart, the blood around him flash-freezing and slowly creeping up his body, dropping his body to sub-zero temperatures and freezing his slowly dying form. With every inch of him that froze, another inch shattered and fell away, and he wouldn't want to leave this world any other way.

With no evidence that he ever existed.