You shall be missed...

Sun Mar 27, 2011 12:55 pm

It was currently dawn at the large expanse of verdant green that stretched out for miles. The orange, hazy sphere protruded out of a large hill at the edge of the steppe. The climate was anything but hostile for this modicum of the year, the worst conditions being an occasional zephyr of brisk air that caused the foray of blades of grass to waver slightly. The area appeared void of any animal life, with an exception being the occasional hawk that swoops above the dim orange skies. There is utterly no reason whatsoever for any person to traverse these grounds, if it were not for the fact that there was a set of structures in the center of the steppe that have stood on this sacrosanct earth for years.

9 large memorials stood in a linear fashion, the gap between every pair of memorials being a meter and a half in. Each memorial took the form of a black, basalt obelisk set upon a gray, rectangular piece of terra firma that acted as the nadir of the structure. At the front of every nadir was a platinum plaque with black etchings laden across its compass, written in an eclat, cursive font. Each obelisk stood about 15 feet tall, the disparity between each structure being absolutely void, excluding the content of the plaque. In front of each obelisk was a small little flower resting atop the dew-dank earth, a Black Lotus. These exquisite, rare flora have remained virginal over the compliment of time that they have been placed here, with not a single scoundrel or ne'er do well having even attempted to snatch the flower from its sanctioned place. Only one structure was without a lotus, the one on the furthest right, which has been recently erected.

Steadily, a pair of indiscernible figures appeared from atop of one of the hills that circumvented the steppe. The duo made its way down the large mass of earth, treading over the grand distance to reach the set of monuments. One of the two were responsible for establishing this set of memorials, and ventured to reminisce of those he commemorated through these monuments

The man in front was none other than the RPer behind the Inchoate One, who also is tagging along for the journey, Ræn. The tall male appeared like a specter, being enrobed in a large, dark cloak. The cloak was of two parts, the first being a long robe that concealed almost the entirety of his body, a long interstice between the halves of cloth defining the bottom half of the robe, running from the bottom of the torso to the bottom of the robe. The second piece was the hood that doubled as a shroud for concealing his arms, as well as his face, from view. If one were to gander at him, only a thick veil of opaque darkness could be discerned from the areas left exposed by the hood. Although the cloaked figure converged ever so closer to the monuments, his cloth did not waver at all, nor did his body even teeter up and down to show he was walking. It looked more like he was just subtly gliding over the land.

Een, who was straggling behind his creator, was adorned in his only, usual set of cloth. That being a worn, sepia toned robe he made himself, coupled with his less worn ornamental turban, with a veil of similar color draped over his shoulders and neck. He was currently wearing a newly crafted pair of redwood sandals. The nomad kept a steady pace as the ribbons laden on his hat, as well as the fabric of his robe, lightly fluttered due to his momentum, coupled with a zephyr that grazed the two. The cloak of the creator refused to waver against the bristling air, remaining statuesque throughout the trek towards the monuments.

The lamb stood a few meters away from his maker, who was kneeling down before the rightmost obelisk, watching as he brought his left arm to view from under the shroud, revealing the Black Lotus that was recently conjured for this situation. Technically speaking, two other creations of Ræn should be here. Alas, Erenold Paradae was such an emotional wreck when he learned that his recently accured honey bee, Viria, has quit RPing for good, Ræn had no choice but to place the young buck into a solo mature thread, where the boy can finally receive the sweet honey that he longed for oh so badly. Tzere Mirari didn't come simply because he didn't see this day of mourning as of any importance whatsoever to himself, being a man with an extraordinary obsession with the mirror. And thus, only the most noble, ambitious, and cherished of all of his creations has participated in this rueful event.

As the dark figure brought his white gloved hand to neatly place the exquisite lotus on the foot of the structure, the inchoate one wandered towards the leftmost obelisk, making his way through each and every memorial that was constructed by his creator, reading the content of every last plaque.

Angel
Dec. 2007 ► Feb. 2008

The first pristine beauty Ræn has ever given his heart to. The only gentle dom, or dom in general, to have graced his love life. She has left long ago to live in reality with a real lover, but she will always be remembered as the first to take him down the path. If only there were more femdom-esque people like her.

Shidoni

Jan. 2008 ► Jun. 2008

Dubbed the perfect mixture of innocence and sensual bedazzlement, she always wore a t shirt and a pair of pants of varying types, but the softcore loving and lithe voyeurism was always a heart pounding show for the young lover lucky enough to be paired with such an angel. She truly plucked a string in Ræn's heart, back then.

Sonil Arro

Feb. 2010 ► Aug. 2010

An incredible fighter, whose prolix style of role playing has contributed to the current gamut of skills Ræn wields as a raconteur. Even under the great stress and pressure that frequents the hideous sty known as RPC, he has kept his cool and continued to continue creating a large set of rp's. He has never lost a battle during his lifetime on there, excluding the usual God Moders. He was a good friend, and an inspiring man.

Natsumi

Jun. 2010 ► Aug. 2010

She knew Ræn's extreme affinity for sweater meat, and used it well against him. She was an incredibly enticing female that also showed a good amount of smarts on RPC. She was the one who made Arcueid, which lasted for only a couple of weeks before it was deleted. Even though she blows through 20 characters a week, she is truly a fun lass to play with, as well as commune with. May someone on RPH use the image of her character, black, long fitting sweater and all, one day, who is also straight and into romance and/or smut.

Viria

Feb. 20, 2011 ► Mar. 15, 2011

One of the few girls to truly captivate Ræn. She not only was such an enthralling, buxom sweetheart, but she also was creative in her own ways, and knows how to keep the goods away from the greedy, whilst not keeping the honey all to herself either. Alas, they were never meant to be, as she avowed to quit role playing in totality the second time they spoke. Although the two have only role played with each other only once, the short time they spent together shall always be excessively cherished by the one whose spark she has fully ignited. Rare is the girl who combines ineffable beauty with a genuine plot. Good luck living life without RP.

...She has returned in late May, although Ræn has currently left RPH, thus making it unlikely for the two to meet each other again. Still, she is Ræn's Aryan Mage Princess, and that title shall forever remain.
Kenny Kins/ Kitty Kins

Aug 2010 ► Mar. 26, 2011

These two looked very cute together, and made quite a friendly couple. Kitty Kins was a good girl that endured much bullshit like the ratting out of Akemi Kins, yet still maintained her composure. Kenny Kins was a fun and heartful fellow that Ræn truly yearned to RP with. Sadly, that time may never come now that the two have just left the site. At least one RP could have been enough, then again, sometimes people just aren't lucky. Good luck at the other site.

Silim

Aug 2010 ► Mar. 26, 2011

Sure, he may have humiliated and murdered Ræn multiple times in OOC, but that is alright, as he is a swell man, who knows how to RP well. He was the only other person to know about F/SN, other than Ræn. The two were responsible for showing the Nasuverse to both Natsuki Kins and Agent Tsu. He is a cool man, whom has convinced me to drink beer one day, rather than never even think about drinking it.

Agent Tsubine

Aug 2010 ► Mar. 26, 2011

The opposite of Ræn. At first, he was perceived to be a strict, stiff individual akin to Agent Smith, where the term was coined from. Later on, however, he has shown to be a very cutsey wutsey person who loves to make them adorable emoticons, and also loves futanari. He has shattered everything Ræn once thought of him. Nevertheless, he is still a memorable fellow, in which no qualms are held to.

Natsuki Kins

Aug 2010 ► Mar. 26, 2011

Natsuki Kins, Natsuki Kins... She is a good girl. She made Ræn's heart flutter whence she revealed how kind hearted and friendly she was. She helped him through all the hard times, and was always there to snuggle and comfort him when he was not in a happy mood. He had committed a great many ideas and creations just for her, because he thinks that she deserves them all. Natsuki Kins' departure was enough to make Ræn burst into tears when he first found out. Out of all of those who have left Ræn, she will be missed the most. Why must all the good hearted souls leave?

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By the time Een finished reading the context of the rightmost plaque, his creator has completed the prayer for the recently departed. Just when he was starting to stop mourning over the loss of Viria, this lugubrious situation had to occur. It felt like a bucket of boiling hot tar was stuffed down his sore throat whence he had gotten news about the departure of these fine people. The hood of his cloak enshrouded the lament that was laden in his face. Slowly returning to a stand, he simply stared directly at the rightmost structure, reminiscing all of the fond memories he has had with each and every single one of the people who have gone.

Een simply stood beside his master, sheepishly gawking at him as the minutes passed by. By now, the orange sun had fully risen from the dark hill that was obscuring its vivid foray of warm rays of morning light, the bottom of the sphere just barely touching the zenith of the mass of earth. At long last, the cloaked figure extended a gloved hand from his left side, gently patting the top of the turban of his creation. For the first time today, the cloaked figure spoke.

I have left you in the dark for long enough...

And with that said, he let go of the inchoate one's head, returning it to his side so it was concealed by his shroud yet again. He turned to face the area in which the two arrived from. Steadily gliding across the ground, beginning his trek back. Een quickly followed suit, trotting behind his creator. Although much has happened in this lugubrious era, it was no excuse to be ambivalent. It was time to move on, and clean up the mess that had been made by everyone's departure.

A new day dawns, The Last Nomad shall not perish.

Sun Mar 27, 2011 7:47 pm

To all of those who have been commemorated.

Thank you, for being such swell, nice people.

It was a pleasure to know you.

I play this song in your name...