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     The night was calm, the air stood still, in Gemglade. An owl hooted every so often, an animal ran across the sloping hills of the land. Hidden far back behind a wall of trees sat a small cottage, light shining through the glass. Just inside sat a man hunched over, body becoming racked with coughs. He wore a black coat with a gold trim, a nice emerald green vest, and a black top hat with a green ribbon. A female voice sounded through the room. "Harrison..." it whispered causing the man to whip his head upward. In the last few weeks, the man seemed to have aged years. Strands of gray grew from his head, crows feet formed around his eyes, wrinkles all over his face. "I'm... I'm not ready..." replies Harrison,  his voice weak. A women steps out from the shadows. She wears a long, black Gallmorian dress. The kind a women would wear to a funeral. Her hair is done up in a bun, her skin tight against her bony face. Her hands rests against her stomach, the fingers intertwined. She opened her mouth to speak, the voice altering to that of his dead wife. "Its your time... We all must go eventually..." Harrison shook his head quickly, tears streaming down his face, as she took a step towards him. Black wings sprouted from her back as she leaned inward gently pressing her lips against his. The world became cold and dark. The women disappeared in thin air, Harrison slumped over in his chair. Harrison Geminine was dead. The Emerald was gone.

 

 My baby is dead. The character that made me fall in love with LoTC is finally dead. Writing this post, albeit short, made me very emotional. This character allowed me to do so much on LoTC. Allowed me to meet so many great people and get a chance to interact people from around the world. It really opened my eyes to what a Gem this community is. This is the reason I love LoTC. This was the character that really allowed me to do anything. His death really affected me, but it had to come. I would just like to take a moment and thank everyone and anyone who ever RPed with me on this character. You all made him enjoyable. 

 

I'm to emotional to write anything more right now, so I will just see you all later. Thank you for reading. Thank you for the RP. Good night, darlings.

 

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The great Master Cleric, Mandru VonSchlichten, sighs, looking upon the corpse of Harrison Geminine.

"Rest in peace, old friend. And... Tell my sister hello for me."

Mandru would struggle to drag Harrison's body off in order to bury his next to Rosella's under Von Hill, assuming Harry had no different request before his death. He inscribed on his gravestone, "Harrison Geminine, One of the Three Original Proconsuls of the Old Gallmorian Republic Lies here. Pax Gallmorium." The cleric administers final rites, then leaves.

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 Henry's head bows silently, a stream of tears wiped from his cheek as the redness in his eye slowly fades. His nose stiffles, standing up from his chair in a creaky fashion, his arm rivets towards a wall close by , his back hunching as he weeps. His last true brother dead.

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Sathoro simply took another deep breath as he sat in 'Lunrivre Parlour'. Shuddering, he sat on his elegant sofa as tears streamed down his dark face. Slowly, he began to hold up the ring that Rimtori gave him with both his manicured hands. The Mali'ker then nodded his head forward in prayer to Velulaei before kissing the emerald ring and tossing it to the fire.

 

All that was heard after that were the soft echoes of sobbing that rang throughout the Talonnii Hollow.

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The halfling population dances around the dead body, they have gotten back a hobbit.

 

Edit: The halflings cry at realizing a new human character will be made.

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Harrison Geminine's eyes flicker open. The world was dark... Pitch black... The air was cold.... An empty hell to walk for eternity rests before him in his afterlife.

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A man with jet black hair with small gray streaks throughout looks at the grave of Harrison Geminine on Von Hill, his small family and single servant left standing next to him. In his hands is a small book, from which he removes a page with a drawing of Harrison and puts it on the grave.

 

"We all must go eventually."

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Harrison looks down at the ground in his afterlife, a black puddle appearing before him. Within he can see the image of Darek attaching is picture, a small smile forming on his lips, before the puddle dries up. Harrison continues on his endless trek, shivering slightly

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