The Passing Of A Bear

[Z3r05t4r 855]

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  "I want to *cough-cough*... see the vast lands of our home a last time..."   - "Beron, don't push yourself, you are unfortunately not the youngest or healthiest anymore." A deep frown marks the face of Silus as he supports his long-term friend in climbing the northern mountains of Furnestock.   "The sea as well... the sun..."   - "Hmph. That you were able to convince me to bring you here in the first place. You should have stayed in bed to rest. Considering that only few  come up this high... like Arton or Thon- careful there!" Silus rams his feet into the snow, the teeth on the sole of his armored boots digging deep into the frozen soil and rock. Beron coughs as he almost stumbles over, only being held up by Silus.  "Thank... you there, Silus... almost fell..."  - "Alright, Beron, that is nice and fine, but that's it, we will turn around now and head back to Abresi, into my warm house. A bed is waiting for you there." - "No need for that... Look, we are here." Silus grunts once, carefully releasing Beron,   turning his head around. 

 

Behind the two the vast endless forests which span the lands of the Kingdom, distant and far away the ever-lingering icewall of the North, in front of them the endless ocean. A glittering sun, young in the morning casting a red light across the sea. Silus steps forward a bit more, glancing along the coast until he can see the still sleeping town of Schattenburg. "So small. So far. What humble beings we are after all. Pretty much as you have told me Beron." He closes his eyes, breathing in the cold air, feeling an odd warm gust of wind from the south.  "It is quite the view, yes, Beron... it reminds me of the time I spent back in the West alone in the mountains. Heh. What do you think Beron?"  Only the wind hushes over the snow and no voice can be heard. "What do you think Beron, hm?" A deep frown marks Silus' face, a feeling of anger flashes in his eyes, followed by sadness. "What would you think Beron..." A tear dwells up  in his blind eye, as he glances up in the sky to see Thondor make a few rounds over the sky, screaming once or twice, before returning to his roost further South.

 

 

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfumLOZeXgY

 

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"Dear Farley,

 

it pains me to be the messenger of the unfortunate event of Beron's passing. Together with this letter, a cart with a coffin containing his body should arrive in Shadowcastle. It is a loss, everytime when a relative passes on, uncle in your case and a good... no, perhaps the best friend I had. I have expected his passing and it is unfortunate he was not able to meet you a last time, but his health did not permit him any further travels, so he had to stay with me in Abresi. He bade me to send his last will to you as well as a wooden carving he has made in his last year, which depicts the family of Stafyr as it was back then when your father still lived. Your father is on it as well.

Mourning and without more to say

 

- Silus"

 

 

 

The wooden relief shows the features and faces of Godwein I., Edmund, Farley I., Graveth II., Theor II., Leana, Alistier, Angelika, Cecilia, Altes I. and many more Stafyrs of old. A letter comes with it, sealed with a green blob of wax.

 

 

 

"Dear family, nephews, nieces, cousins and relatives, whom I held so dear,

 

I have never been a man of great writing. Nor will I ever be, I guess. If you are reading this, Silus has fulfilled my last wish to bring or send this letter to you, my last letter, as many a Stafyr has written it before me.

 

It is unfortunate that I did not show myself to the family at an earlier time, back then when my father was still alive. Considering that I could have brought such shame upon him, I did not, for the sake of the family and for my father. But what happened, happened. Time passes on and does not wait for anyone. Humans are being made mortal by the Creator to give them a frame of time to prove themselves and fulfill their destiny. Whatever destiny he has chosen for us, it will be fulfilled by us one way or the other. I hope, Farley, I was capable of being a good mentor, teaching you all what you needed to know as a Lord, trying to make you a... responsible Lord.

 

As it seems, I have been blessed with a strong body and physique, but not the best endurance and as I did not originally expect, this coughing of mine will be my demise. An illness incurable, as I feel less and less of my lungs each day, each cough.

 

Lest I know that I have fulfilled my duty. To be honest, I look forward to my passing. Not because I do enjoy to make you mourn or grieve my loss, rather because I do know that I am being awaited. My father is awaiting me and the rest of the family. Should the day come, all of you Stafyrs will meet those who were before you and before those who were before you. Do remember, even when the world becomes dark and cold, there will always be a place for you in the safe haven of the Creator.

 

At last, I can rest.

 

Beron... Stafyr."

 

[Samoblivion 532]

Leana makes arrangements for his body to be brought to Scattenburg to be interred in the expansive and hallowed vaults of the Stafyr Crypt.

[Galendar 631]

Alexander, now becoming increasingly older receives the news. A hollow and mournful tone to his voice followed by tears.

"I'm so sorry... Beron..."

[Emenzi 1069]

Farley stands at the docks of Schattenburg talking to some traders about docking permits when the messenger hands him the letter.

After reading it he moves over to the railing, looking out over the sea as the sun reflects on it, a faint smile grows on his face as he nods slowly to himself "I thank you for everything.." he looks up at the sky, clouds beginning to cover the sun "You're with your father now" he sighs softly before turning around walking back towards Schattenburg.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.