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Post by The Claudius™ on Aug 4, 2008 20:15:28 GMT -5
Rupert sat in his chamber, his body wracked with agony. Rapid physical weakness had overcome him as of late. His bones were sore, large bags formed under his eyes, and his skin was pale and unhealthy, deathly white.
It had finally come to pass, the moment he had foreseen five years ago, weeks before he had sent Felko on his journey of enlightenment. Ironically enough, the old wizard would never live to see another take his place, he would not die in a duel or by treachery as the past leaders had. No, the remainder of Rupert's youth was being consumed by the inevitable force that not even he could resist. Time.
Closing his eyes and leaning his head back, the old man welcomed death, as he had lived far beyond the expectations of most humans in this age. Through his devotion to Amprinoth, the man had seen things that none should have witnessed, granted power that no man should've possessed. Yet still, despite all this, he was slowly eaten away by the very force that he worshiped.
Before his final breath, the last vision of his life flashed by his eyes. A child.. born within the city of Yagothia. Within that child.. his power would endure, but as the innate ability that he had never possessed.
The clock at the top of the tower sounded, signaling that it was twelve o' clock. With the ringing of the bell, the mage passed from existence, leaving naught but a memory.
Rupert Septimus Ariwald, was dead.
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