A warrior, he called himself. He was naught but an eastern boy with stars in his eyes. He dreamt of greatness, fame and other wonders of being a true warrior. Lordran is an untamed beast; she would swallow him, strip him of his humanity. He would just another wandering hollow.
He had some determination to become something but it was never enough… not until the arrival of a certain Paragon. That man frowned upon the Eastern's poor performance over and over again no matter how well this Eastern fought. The truth was, if the would-be-warrior chose to delve more into Lordran, he would sure meet his demise.
Harsh words soon morphed into motivation, The eastern was improving himself (although with little progress) . He found more warriors who shared his dreams. Soon, they marched together under the same jolly banner.
This band of warriors stood together in both sickness and wealth. They forged some unforgettable memories together. They united against foes who sought to tear this company. They slew ferocious beasts together and even parted in some friendly duels. The Band's paragon…the band's mentor, was alas happy.
Lordran had a plethora of hollows, horrid beasts and other monstrosities but none is compared to the beasts within. One could not win this fight…
He knew it. He had it coming…there was no other way to escape from this ill fate. The paragon slowly stepped back into the abyss away from his company. He didn't just stand idly waiting from the beast to claim him; he fought and fought hard….such was his way. Stubborn and non-submissive.
It wasn't long before the grim news reached the troubled minds of the company. Guilt, dismay and other emotions stirred up in the Eastern's heart. He wasn't ready for this – none was. It took him some time for the man's heart and soul to recuperate.
His Paragon, his mentor shall be always in his mind. May he find his own sun.
Yes, well, hello. For those who don't know, this is my tribute to the fall of one of the greatest pillars of this community – ParagonEmil (currently Long Goner).
His son was kind enough to inform us about his father's death. Such news shook me greatly…he was a dear friend of mine who despite my shitty stories accepted me as a friend.
I ask you to remember this great man. If you happened to be a fellow author who knew dear Paragon, I would ask you to honour him with a worthy tribute.
If you reading this Paragon ,somehow, then I am sorry for my shitty grammar and framework… you know me, right? I am sorry for effing up blades and icicles… you always rooted for Shiva. Too bad you didn't pass the writing gene to your son; It would have been nice to have a mini Paragon around the DSS!
I will miss you you Norwegian bastard. Rest in peace my Paragon.