Jump to content

Recommended Posts

A crisp, clean paper is hung on the fronts of city gates all around Anthos. There are a few teardrops on each page, yet the writing is simple and certain, the words sounding soft in your mind. There is a white flower near every posting of this paper and who ever posted the page was not seen. 
 
15th of The Amber Cold, 1452.
Older than his years, a soul brought to the physical realm in Aegis, he has finally, truly passed on to the next life. He reached the minds of many gentlemen and the hearts of many women unlike anyone else. His kindness was open to everyone of all races and his protection was uncomparable to even Oren's armies. His aura illuminated a room with the happiness that only family can bring and his fatherly tones calmed the most unstable of people. He did great for not only his nation, but every land he stood on- Aegis, Kalos, Asulon, Elysium, Anthos. Everyone everywhere knew his name- whether in spite or in pride- and knew of his priceless worth- and his name shall remain in books, even if it is ever uttered again. His eyes could see beyond looks, beyond titles, beyond stature, and his will could do more than a hundred hands on a settlement. His ideas were larger than life, and his life was greater than any King or Lord. His faith served him well in the end, blessing him with a worthy death and a peaceful ending. His family carries his name and his stories, his memories and memories of him, to be passed down for the years to come.
 
May he be at peace from now until forever.
 
May he be remembered in our minds and live on in our hearts.
 
May Morighaen welcome him with open arms.
 
 
~*~    Hanrahan Brae    ~*~
Link to post
Share on other sites

(( Ari you're too good to me <3 ))

Link to post
Share on other sites

A Suit of Armor stands nearby, managing to sneak so no mortals can see him. Like a true nine foot ninja.

 

A droplet of water runs down his helmet, and as the creature gazes upwards, he sees it's raining.

 

The symbolism fits, though.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Aron, from the swinging comfort of his hammock, tips his hat with respect and condolences. 

Link to post
Share on other sites

Nienna sighed, reading the note. She was never one to let her softer side show, but hanrahan had always been near and dear to her. Even today, she could still vividly remember his face when they first met, well over a hundred years ago, when han was still a boy, and nienna was still in her first centennial.

Holding back tears, she quickly folded up the poster, and slid it into her bag. 'This is the price of befriending humans' she thought to herself, 'they always break your heart when they go.'

Link to post
Share on other sites

Vaerus mumbles to himself while reading.

 

"If only the true heroes received recognition. Although Hanrahan did do many things for Adunia, majority of them have us now hated and will haunt us until the day we die."

 

Godric Armas would spit on the sign as he floats by from the realm of the dead.

 

"Long live Armas, Eagle of all."

Link to post
Share on other sites

Aep bows his head in respect upon reading the note.

"I wish I could have known you better."

After a moment he tilts his head back upwards and walks on to get him some KFC.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Rymeul shakes his head

"He made Adunians wear kilts and speak like William Wallace. Tough times in the Adunian Saga."

Link to post
Share on other sites

Guest
This topic is now closed to further replies.
 Share

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...