The "How Would Your Character Die" Thread

[whitewolfzita.livejournal.com]

A thought that was thrown around in chat was "How would your character die, theoretically, in game?"

So, morbid topic though it is, it's kinda an interesting one to throw around. If your character were to die in game, what kind of send off would you want to give them? How would they go out? What would they think about it?

Go nuts!

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Always 100% late to the party

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

I don't anticipate killing Arha, mostly because she's grown on me, but here, have a scenario:

She wasn't counting, but there were bodies in her wake, many bodies in a wave that kept coming. Her crysknife flashed out again, a blur of milk-white as she twisted away from a pair of claws. She could hear the hum and feel the vibration of lightsabers, the light of them bright in the dim canyons. Her eyes picked the fastest route to her Jed-Eye, to Sheena, to the people she could not help but care for, and she moved.

Pain was ignored.

To her left, she saw Luke defending, at the center Anakin was a blur of movement, to her right Obi-Wan moving with grace, unhurried by the madness around him. Arha barely knew what Stacy had sent them against, only that they had attacked without hesitation, without mercy. There were rents along her back, and despite her own fast healing and Fremen coagulation, she had lost more blood than she might have liked. Always, she kept moving. There was a leader.

There was always a leader.

Before this, she had Shared with Sheeana. Before this, she had spoken with her Jedi. Her crysknife flashed again, glinting as dawnslight spread pale gold across the sky. She leapt at the towering figure that seemed all claws and mouth. Arha drew in a sharp breath as talons dug into her flesh and twisted.

They fell.

She watched the battlefield, the flash of lightsabers, the rhythmless dance of Sheeana, the way Obi-Wan's face twisted, and Luke half-stilled, the way Anakin unleashed fury in a wave. She watched it all arc and then disappear in red.

She was falling.

Obi-Wan's laughter after she'd finally gotten something right. Luke's chagrined smile. The twist of Sheeana's lips that meant she'd attempted to do something more to further some nameless goal of hers. Moments of peace.

She was flying into the golden sunrise, into the black rocks, into the depths. Had she not always wanted a pair of wings?

I love you all. All of you. Always.

And then she was gone.