The Burning Eagle

[Fid 566]

A flock of crows rose from a rooftop in Vekaro as the door of one of the jailhouses flew open with a bang, heralding the appearance of a large group of clamoring Carrion bannermen. Upon the shoulders of one was slung a corpse vaguely recognizable as the High Elf, Eleron Sylvaeri.

But he was not whole, and for that matter he was barely recognizeable. Any who looked upon his visage now cringed in disgust, for his face was a mess of blood and bone and serrated flesh. His right eye-socket stared emptily out onto the ground, weeping its tears of blood down the ruined cheek below. His right ear, once long and elegant and beautiful, had been torn off with a blunt instrument. Slowly congealing, crimson blood dripped from deep, jagged wounds on his face and chest.

The Carrions were immune to the sight, laughing and joking raucously to one another as they bore him to the pile of wood that had been prepared for the burning. As they approached the pyre, they filled the air with cries of “Carry on, Carrion!”, and the sounds of their joyous tumult permeated the entire City of Vekaro, from sewer to rooftop.

Like a sack of potatoes, the barely-living High Elf was tossed against the pyre and tied to it unceremoniously, cruel wounds weeping blood onto the oil-soaked wood. His remaining eyelid fluttered ineffectually as he danced between the realms of conscious thought and unconscious stupor.

With a coarse grin, one of the Strelt bannermen struck his flint and tinder above the wood, stepping back to watch the scene with delight. The wood caught easily, spitting and smoking as the fire spread across to Eleron’s legs and body.

The Carrions screamed their joy all the louder for the world to hear, of their defeat of this once proud Eagle of the Elves, of their disfiguring and their ultimate victory over the Elfskis. To their surprise, the elf did not scream as the flames licked at his body… his jaw set, eye closed in a final defiance.

As the flames rose higher, the Elven Prince remembered all the long and troubled days of his life; his youth with his brother Cyndaer, his days for the troubled land of Malinor, and finally, his love for Lelien, which had filled his last days with such overwhelming joy.

And even then, Eleron knew in the deepest recesses of his heart that he had always been second-best. His brother had been stronger, faster, and quicker on the uptake, Malinor had foundered under his leadership, and even Lelien… even with Lelien he always came after Acaele, her first husband, whom she had known since childhood. His heart was bitter in his last minutes, and as the flames tore the air from his lungs and turned his skin to ash, he knew that his life had been lived in vain.

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien stares at Eleron as he arrives in the 'Seven Skies' as she stands next to Acaele.

 

"Well then." she looks over to Acaele for a moment. "Sorry darling."

 

She makes her way to Eleron and goes to hug him tightly.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

((Wow, this is quite a surprise. RIP Eleron, he had a good run. Will make an RP post when Elorna learns of it.))

[- Pastry 931]

Ikur wails in anguish as his Prince, his brother in arms, and most of all his friend, is brought before the crowds of Vekaro in a procession of ironic laughter. As the Valah have their way with Eleron's corpse, the young elf flees to Tahn'siol to drown his sorrow in tea and books.

 

An emptiness begins to set itself upon the little Mali'aheral. What was left of his bubbly nature floats away with the wind, leaving Ikur a shell of his former self.

[Demotheus 651]

A female orc laughs, before the flames are lit she kicked the man in the shin, likely breaking it in two with her armored foot.

 

Then she watched the man burn.

[Crayfishchris 751]

 

Yulnii Elibar'acal, a young mali'aheral, frowns when she hears of this.

 

"The Owl outlasted the Eagle, it seems... I... I never..." the words come in random jerks, as she has a hard time processing this. "Rest in peace..." she lets a few tears fall down her cheeks, grieving for the newly married man.

 

 

Across the Fringe, in the Keep of the Sentinels, Kristian von Craw has a very different reaction. Instead of tears, he simply stares forward, looking at the wall. An old uniform hangs off to the side, the white and blue of the Sylvadrim guard.

 

"Well... didn't see that comin'. S'pose I should call this a victory, aye?" he says to himself, pulling an old morningstar off the wall, "The las' fightin' remant o' Malinor's gone. We win... So why do I feel like this?"

 

"Ah, for Creator's sake, it should've been me t'kill ya, Eleron. Y'deserve that much. Political games, war... 'twas a battle 'tween the Lion, the Eagle, an' the Crawfish, wadn't it? An' the nation's we stood fer. It's a darn... darn shame. The worl' moves on an' the people we know go 'way."

 

Resigning himself to that fact, Kristian walks over to a small book, a brown journal of no obvious value, labeled 'Those I Know'. Opening it up, it seems to span about twenty pages, the script small. Turning to the final page, he looks down at the bottom of the list, with the names in no particular order. A trend over all the pages seems to be that most of the names are crossed out, denoting something terrible. One last page is filled with a random sparkling of names, Eleron's at the bottom. With a single stroke, he crosses it out.

 

 

Dvari

Morg

Guren

Robard

Quadlyn

Ragnar

Zaniil

Miss Nienna

Naeri

Tundrak Family

Eleron

 

"I do 'ope that when y'died, y'ad no 'ate for me."

[Knox213 10]

((T-Thanks for the roleplay Equinox glad you came around and agreed to roleplay with us :D))

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Bernard cheers

"Carry on Carrion!"

[Samler 1566]

"He deserved worse." Seth muttered angry from the top of the gate of Tahn'siol as Vuln the darkie just told Seth of Eleron's death, Ikur hearing Seth him what he just uttered only to repeat what Seth said before, ending with a small shouting contest on top of the gate of Tahn'siol, ending with sending Ikur crying away from the gate and Seth returns to guarding the gate as he still thinks of Lelien's death.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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