A fallen Elf ((open RP))
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A small goblin walks up, clutching a parchment in his hand...He grins as he approaches the scene, seeming to know what has transpired here - he glances to his parchment to check that what he has read is true.
Well...This beinks interestinks...The greatsks wood-choppinks-mercanarysks-resteranteur-priestsks-scribe-guildleader-druid-bishop beinks deadsks...Oh dearsks, what willsks the world do withoutsks him, Grakir asks?
Grakir laughs slightly, carressing his priestly staff, while looking down at the body - for the first time, above than the elf.
My condolencesks...I willsks be sad at his loss - even if it beinks only becausesks Maeglin beatinks me to my goal...
Well...This beinks interestinks...The greatsks wood-choppinks-mercanarysks-resteranteur-priestsks-scribe-guildleader-druid-bishop beinks deadsks...Oh dearsks, what willsks the world do withoutsks him, Grakir asks?
Grakir laughs slightly, carressing his priestly staff, while looking down at the body - for the first time, above than the elf.
My condolencesks...I willsks be sad at his loss - even if it beinks only becausesks Maeglin beatinks me to my goal...
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*Eli searches frantically throughout Troll's Bane a note clutched in his hand asking around about Aldan and if anyone has seen him*
"Have you seen Aldan? It is very important that I speak with him."
*Each person he passes similar questions come from his lips, a deep concern can be heard in his voice. Hoping that someone will know where he might be*
"Have you seen Aldan? It is very important that I speak with him."
*Each person he passes similar questions come from his lips, a deep concern can be heard in his voice. Hoping that someone will know where he might be*
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*blinks*
"....what?"
*Eyes casually move over the young elf toward the direction indicated. A sudden gut wrenching pain sears his insides.*
"...no...not ....again"
*His posture goes lip, the color slowly recedes from his face, and that old familiar feeling creeps over him. Stuck to him like a wet silk shirt was the veil of death. Since he could remember scenes of such tragedy and sorrow have crippled his memories. Looking over the fallen corpse was enough to make him sick. How many more friends would be lost, how many more loved ones? Reaching back into his pocket he takes out the letter and tries to open it. Instead, the note falls from his unsteady hands toward the ground. Unable to summon the strength to pick it back up only a single fractured sentence comes off his lips*
".....he...wanted-to-be-buried... under-under...an eldan oak on my land...."
*Silence now comes over him unable to speak any further. The last trace of communication can be seen in the sorrowful forest green eyes now resting upon his fallen friend.*
"....what?"
*Eyes casually move over the young elf toward the direction indicated. A sudden gut wrenching pain sears his insides.*
"...no...not ....again"
*His posture goes lip, the color slowly recedes from his face, and that old familiar feeling creeps over him. Stuck to him like a wet silk shirt was the veil of death. Since he could remember scenes of such tragedy and sorrow have crippled his memories. Looking over the fallen corpse was enough to make him sick. How many more friends would be lost, how many more loved ones? Reaching back into his pocket he takes out the letter and tries to open it. Instead, the note falls from his unsteady hands toward the ground. Unable to summon the strength to pick it back up only a single fractured sentence comes off his lips*
".....he...wanted-to-be-buried... under-under...an eldan oak on my land...."
*Silence now comes over him unable to speak any further. The last trace of communication can be seen in the sorrowful forest green eyes now resting upon his fallen friend.*
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The goblin laughs at the threats, grinning to himself in some self-amused way...
Leavinks...That I shallsks do, eventuallysks. But, I just cominks to check that he beinks dead...
He pauses for a second, scratching thoughtfully behind an ear...
Wellsks, the Eldan Oak, Mr Travinus, soundinks like a fine placesks - but I wouldsks recommend yousks burninks the corpse, so that there beinks no hopesks of ressurectinks. Grakir not likinks the thoughtsks of reborn elvesks...Not rightsks that they shouldsks be born anyway...
He mutters to himself, before turning to lean quietly on the wall, a watchful look in his beady eyes.
Leavinks...That I shallsks do, eventuallysks. But, I just cominks to check that he beinks dead...
He pauses for a second, scratching thoughtfully behind an ear...
Wellsks, the Eldan Oak, Mr Travinus, soundinks like a fine placesks - but I wouldsks recommend yousks burninks the corpse, so that there beinks no hopesks of ressurectinks. Grakir not likinks the thoughtsks of reborn elvesks...Not rightsks that they shouldsks be born anyway...
He mutters to himself, before turning to lean quietly on the wall, a watchful look in his beady eyes.
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The lizard starts to strike Grakir but stops before he hits his face.HOW DARE YOU GRAKIR.We are in mourning and all you can think of is your hatred for this being...you are a DISGRACE to the five.with that he walks away and back to the body but motions for a few mages that if grakir even came near the body to blast him IMMEDIATLY.
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*Ignoring the outburst by the Lizard only a simple nod to the goblin is his response. In the back of his mind he knew the power of necromancy all too well, and no one should have to be ripped from eternal bliss to walk the mortal's land. The thought of resurrection surfaced memories of his mother and the heinous figure now surfacing in his mind. He had to push the memory away now wasn't the time.
Just as his mind was slipping away from his mother they traveled to Misha and helpless feeling he felt then. Finding himself unconsciously murmuring the same words he did at Misha fallen body.*
"Where would you like to go...."
*stammering for a moment he shakes his head to sound more logical*
"What should we do now?"
Just as his mind was slipping away from his mother they traveled to Misha and helpless feeling he felt then. Finding himself unconsciously murmuring the same words he did at Misha fallen body.*
"Where would you like to go...."
*stammering for a moment he shakes his head to sound more logical*
"What should we do now?"
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We shall bury him((already done i know but for the sake of rp huh.lets finish this one off))In the traditional vian way.He whispers to eli so barely audible that only he could hear it)
We dig the grave and make a giant inferno usinig 1 log from every type of tree on the island.Then we throw on 4 wolf hides.he glimpses over to aldans wolf laying next to him.We thenWe kill his wolf and put the entire thig in the fire and shove it into teh grave and bury it before the flames go out.It signifys that he will always be with his wolven brethren and be forever warm in the winters to come.
he puts a comforting hand on eli's shoulder.Let us start right away. ohh and no one can know about that.How it is done is a vian secret.Each funeral hold no mkore than the closest fo friends and 1 priest.
he then turns to Grakir.As much as i hate to ask this,will you be the priest?
We dig the grave and make a giant inferno usinig 1 log from every type of tree on the island.Then we throw on 4 wolf hides.he glimpses over to aldans wolf laying next to him.We thenWe kill his wolf and put the entire thig in the fire and shove it into teh grave and bury it before the flames go out.It signifys that he will always be with his wolven brethren and be forever warm in the winters to come.
he puts a comforting hand on eli's shoulder.Let us start right away. ohh and no one can know about that.How it is done is a vian secret.Each funeral hold no mkore than the closest fo friends and 1 priest.
he then turns to Grakir.As much as i hate to ask this,will you be the priest?
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The goblin grins, looking up at the one talking to him and laughs slighty.
Wellsks...beinks this a turn of eventsks, yousks askinks the mightysks Grakir to conduct somethinks for his enemiesks...Yesks! He willsks do it, because it beinks somethinks that shouldsks be done.
He looks about momentarily, before turning back to face the group.
Yousks knowsks...It beinks an honoursks, perhapsks, to beinks invited to doinks this. Grakir alwaysks likinks family secretsks, especially when he beinks involved.
(( Should be noted, that funeral did not take place, PO Aldan, nor Eli, nor Joxia nor anyone but Artimer and myself turned up at the time or place. He still needs to be buried IG. ))
Wellsks...beinks this a turn of eventsks, yousks askinks the mightysks Grakir to conduct somethinks for his enemiesks...Yesks! He willsks do it, because it beinks somethinks that shouldsks be done.
He looks about momentarily, before turning back to face the group.
Yousks knowsks...It beinks an honoursks, perhapsks, to beinks invited to doinks this. Grakir alwaysks likinks family secretsks, especially when he beinks involved.
(( Should be noted, that funeral did not take place, PO Aldan, nor Eli, nor Joxia nor anyone but Artimer and myself turned up at the time or place. He still needs to be buried IG. ))
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((welll I was misinformed.ingame we need to bury him exactly how it is described..))
The Lizard takes the body of teh elf and slings him over his shoulder.Let us go now to Weststrand.We bury the body now.people or not.He sees a black shadowy figure move across his line of sight but no one else seemes to notice.Ss'arokZel walks over to a tree where he saw the shadow run to and whispersSsarz'skars are you going to the funeral?
The Lizard takes the body of teh elf and slings him over his shoulder.Let us go now to Weststrand.We bury the body now.people or not.He sees a black shadowy figure move across his line of sight but no one else seemes to notice.Ss'arokZel walks over to a tree where he saw the shadow run to and whispersSsarz'skars are you going to the funeral?
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*the small lizard speaks*
YEsss...let uss go.
YEsss...let uss go.
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The young elfess set the arrow in the bow, and aimed into the bushes where the elf had just dissapeared, "Show yourself!" She called out, her voice steady and strong dispite the tears running down her cheeksAldan Vian wrote:THe young elf watches for a moment as a tear falls from his eye and he disappears into the shadows.
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(( Okay guys, sorry for the OOC post - but we need to organise an IG day for the ceremony. As a note, Grakir knows four languages - Anccient included. Aldan, PM me a date, and then I'll get back to you on it - then once it's sorted, we'll inform Maeglin etc to come along. ))
Grakir looks at the first page, smiles slightly before continuing to walk along the path, picking up his pace in response to the one who called him.
They are beginning to near the ancient oak...The time is at hand.
Grakir looks at the first page, smiles slightly before continuing to walk along the path, picking up his pace in response to the one who called him.
They are beginning to near the ancient oak...The time is at hand.
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Sorry for the OOc post but Maeglin is gone unless u were talking about forum names.but i will no longer be using maeglin I will be using one i created for my new Char.Ss'arok Zel Vian.((also forum name))
A lizard grumbles about Grakir taking his time and not feeling any greif((sorry bout spelling))for the people around him.
A lizard grumbles about Grakir taking his time and not feeling any greif((sorry bout spelling))for the people around him.
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Father Thyme stands near the ancient Oak, within a six foot hole. He is dressed in travelling clothes, covered in fresh dirt. As the party nears the site with the body of Aldan, he hops out of the freshly dug grave, throws down the shovel and reviews his work.
Grakir stops suddenly, surprised that the priest would dig a grave himself, then shrugs and motions the party to continue.
Father thyme brushes off the fresh dirt from his clothes, and reaches over to a nearby branch where hangs a freshly cleaned white priests robe. He dresses himself with the robe and kisses the vestment.
As the Party approaches, Father Thyme motions for them to plaxce the coffin within the freshly dug hole.
"Where have you been Fathersk?" Grakir asks.
"I have been here, working away my sorrows" Thyme responds. "I am sorry, but I could not yet face the body so soon, so I came here to prepare the grave. We all have our own ways of grieving. Shall we begin then?"
((How about funeral IG on Wednesday 7pm GMT?))
Grakir stops suddenly, surprised that the priest would dig a grave himself, then shrugs and motions the party to continue.
Father thyme brushes off the fresh dirt from his clothes, and reaches over to a nearby branch where hangs a freshly cleaned white priests robe. He dresses himself with the robe and kisses the vestment.
As the Party approaches, Father Thyme motions for them to plaxce the coffin within the freshly dug hole.
"Where have you been Fathersk?" Grakir asks.
"I have been here, working away my sorrows" Thyme responds. "I am sorry, but I could not yet face the body so soon, so I came here to prepare the grave. We all have our own ways of grieving. Shall we begin then?"
((How about funeral IG on Wednesday 7pm GMT?))