"Drown The Sun" - The Final Moments of Cyrus Farahmand

[AnteaterAshley]

It was a typical day in Sinos. Waves lapped at the dock, and Cyrus could be found in René's forge, making yet another irrefusable offer. It was his true calling, after all.

"So, I recently came across a reliable source of consistent Iron Ore, but all I'd need in return is steel  pickaxes at a discounted rate."

"A discount, you say?"

"Aye, if I provide the steel, then all I'd be paying for is the labor, no?"

"I can't seem to argue with that logic. 2 Gold per pickaxe."

Shaking hands with the shopkeep, Cyrus smiled,

"A deal it is."

As the two shook hands, the stepping of steel boots echoed through the forge. Grand Lord Mikiel Zapto of Tal-Sharir stood in the doorway, appearing to study the prices on the wall.

"M'lord, could I be of service to you? What brings such magnificence into my store today?" René inquired, clearly caught off guard.

"Hm.. just studying the price of Iron. I have an interested buyer in Tumul, but his prices are all over the place. I came to reference them with one of the few stable toolsmiths in Carpesia."

"Ah, well, if Your Grace needs anything, I would be happy to help."

Cyrus remarked, "Your Grace, it is good to see you again", but Lord Zapto did not respond.

"Ah, well, I must go. I need to tend to the mines. A newfound work of mine, but I guess my real skill is identifying holes in the market."

Chuckling to himself as he walked through the doorframe, Zapto called out to him, "Watch your back, Cyrus."

Offended, Cyrus retorted, "I think I'll be quite fine, thank you" as he prepared to mount his horse.

Lord Zapto stared daggers at the Merchant as he rode off.


Cyrus coughed. Shifting his weight to swing his pickaxe again, he really was missing the days when all he had to do was buy stuff in one spot and sell it elsewhere. Blasted nobility always wanted more than he could provide. And while the deepslate powder certainly couldn't be good to breathe, he was running out of options. Striking his flint and steel to light up another torch, he got back to work.

The mineshafts are typically rife with pittering and pattering of small creatures or monsters, but something was off. A pit was forming in his stomach, but Cyrus tried to play it cool. Looking over his shoulder, his safety was confirmed. Breaking into the deepslate, his eyes lit up with blue as he uncovered diamonds. Quickly stuffing them into his bag, Cyrus caught a flash of orange out of the corner of his eyes. Nothing down here matched that profile, and it sent a chill up his spine as he turned completely to see a masked figure standing in the mineshaft behind him.

"Who are you?!" he called out, brandishing an axe at the intruder.

The figure spoke back:
"Renegade known as Cyrus. YOU have been marked."

"Stay back," Cyrus threatened, knuckles white and red from gripping his weapon. "I mean it."

The figure continued:
"The Deep Sea will claim you. For righteousness is the greatest good."

Fear creeping up his spine, Cyrus shouted out, "Back up, Right now!"

In response, the figure revealed a bottle of dark liquid. Throwing the glass at Cyrus, it broke upon his arm and the splash intruded his mouth and nose. Shards finding their way into the soft flesh of Cyrus' arm, he took a step forward to fight back against the intruder.
Rotating his body to maximize his leverage as he swung his axe, he felt his legs give out from underneath him with his axe weakly scratched at the figure's arm. Too weak to hold on, the axe fell with an echoing thud.
Collapsing to the ground, Cyrus could feel himself losing control of his body.

"Ugh, this.. what did you..."

The Figure responded:
"The potion stops the struggling while I conduct my divine duty."

"what did you., ,"
Cyrus struggled to speak, tilting his head to see his own reflection in the Figure's golden mask.
"what diddyou.. do to me?"

The Figure responded:
"Don't worry."
With a depraved giggle, it continued,
"You'll feel everything."

Unsheathing a blade, the Figure began;

"First we'll start with the skin......"

Cyrus' heart raced as he felt the blade cutting through his skin, slicing its way through to reveal muscle as blood began to pool around him.

Letting out a desperate groan, Cyrus could do nothing to stop the Figure.

"Oh mother of pain, accept this offering of flesh."

"hehhl.." Cyrus tried to cry out.

Briefly seizing control of his voice, Cyrus let out an adrenaline-fueled scream,

"hh. hhELP"

Cyrus' cries for help echoed down the barren mineshafts, but nobody came.

"Oh mother of death, accept this soul so we may be saved."

Feeling the life drain out through his veins and onto the floor, Cyrus barely muttered out a final plea

"divin..es. valis.. pleas.e hel pme"

"OH SAVIOR ACCEPT THIS BLOOD, AND WITH IT..."

With scythe raised high overhead, The Figure bellowed out;

"DROWN THE SUN!"

The scythe bore down upon the once proud burgher, and he was once more returned to the seas from whence he came.


\OOC\
Eek! That was gnarly as fuck! These cultists really don't mess around, do they? This brief ending is to remind you that this is all OOC KNOWLEDGE and it is in fact a CANON DEATH for Cyrus.
Have a good day, everyone! thank you for reading 

[SirDingus18]

Bro died

[AnteaterAshley]