The End Of Elrohan

[Pureimp10 5691]

The Death of Elrohan

Elrohan calmly climbs onto the tall and stalwart walls of Lin’ame. Mere moments before, his beautiful wife Calethel had given birth to their baby daughter, Larinda.

 

Standing atop the walls, Elrohan sees the beauty of the Fringe. However, its beauty is marred by the fiery red sky of a war torn land. Not the best world to bring new life into, but a home nonetheless. Using a bird call he learned from his childhood orphanage, he calls a mighty hawk to his side. He takes a packet of letters along with a special skull pendant and clasps the hawk’s talons onto both. He then lets it fly to Ikur, his most trusted friend.

 

Afterwards he calls another bird, this one a crow, using a bird call he learned in the Decterum. To this he attaches a smaller packet of letters and sends them off to Vekaro, to Ser Abner Rahl. Another bird is called, this one an owl, and a smaller packet of letters is sent off in the direction of the old Princedom of Fenn, to a keep atop a mountain.

 

Satisfied with himself, he takes 500 minas, stores the rest in a secret location in his house, and sets off to buy baby supplies, cloth, safety pins, powder, all for his newly born daughter. When he left the house he held little to no suspicion that he would close the door on his home for the very last time.

 

On the way to Vekaro, a hooded stranger with the height of an Elf slams his shoulder into Elrohan’s. The Wood Elf turns to face the stranger before giving an agitated yelp.

 

“Hey! Watch where you’re...” He suddenly pauses, letting his eyes drift to the contact point between him and the hooded stranger. As he spies the wound, Elrohan collapses to his knees while his shoulder erupts in pain. Now on his hands and knees, he is able to spy a conveniently placed note etched in a cold and inelegant calligraphy.

 

“This is what happens when you refuse to pay the bounty.”

 

Taken aback by this, by the fact that he might soon take his last breath, he glances once at the hooded stranger. A strange sword bent into the shape of a hook hangs idly from the man’s sword arm, coated in an all-too-fresh coat of a familiar red substance.

 

“Y-you.....b-bastard...”

 

He looks up, for one final time, at the skies.

 

“Kris.....I-I’ve failed you..”

Elrohan exhales his final breath, the last bit of life in his body blowing away with it. And thus ends the story of Elrohan.

 

Griffin:

Griffin, you’re the only person I trust with the follow information. I fear for my life. I had recently talked a group of assassins for a bounty on an important member of the Krugahnistan Bloc. I never confirmed the deal, however, the assassins went ahead and committed the assassination. I refused to pay the bounty and I fear that they will want revenge for their unpaid service. Should I fall, just know one thing. You are and will forever be, the best friend a poor wood elf like me could have. Along with this specific letter are various letters to some of my friends, young and old. Please deliver them for me in the event that I...well...you know what I mean. Thank you friend, and stay classy.

 

Phaedrus:

Phaedrus, if you’re reading this letter, then I am most likely dead. Sorry I couldn’t say goodbye but, death comes when one least expects it. Take care of my family, of my wife, and of my dearest Larinda. Please. This is a Beru’cinhir’s final request.

 

Calethel:

Oh, my love. How it hurts me to write this letter. All I can say is that I leave to you the house along with all of my remaining money. I’ve hidden it under the tiles in our home. Use it to take care of our child, Larinda. I love you.

 

Ser Abner Rahl:

Ser Rahl, you were the greatest Valah that a simple Mali'ame such as I could call “friend”. Please, deliver these letters to those to whom I have written to. During my time in the Decterum, my real reason to join was not to fight for Oren and its people. I joined as a spy, for the former Conclave. Forgive me friend, take care of the Decterum, they are all good soldiers who deserve not a death in battle, but rather a death in a warm bed. Lead them to victory. Ave Orenia. Ave Chivay.

 

Darius:

Darius, for the short period of time that I knew you, you completely transformed my life from being a simple apprentice in the Lumi’drim, to being a member of the Conclavian army, as well as a friend to the Justicair of the nation of the Conclave. I thank you. When you get this letter, I will most likely be deceased. I have only one final thing to say. Stay a bad-ass.

 

Ser Branaford:

Ser Branaford, what can I say to you? You were like a brother to me. We stood side by side in battle, we cut down many dwarves, yes we did. But now, I am like one of those many dwarves we slain. Yes, I have died. Forgive me friend, this will be a Decterum Ensign’s final request to his friend.

 

Aret:

Aret, can’t really say I knew you very well, but I enjoyed working with you towards equilibrium. I have died, and so my role in equilibrium is over. However, your’s is not. Keep the Sentinels running strong friend, and may the Vision guide you.

 

Primrose:

Prim, your spy and operative has failed you. Keep the operations caste running strong. Take this as a scout’s final request. Farewell, Prim.

 

Faiz:

I’m dead. Take care. Don't cry. I know you want to, but don't. Stay strong. Take care of your family. They're more important now.

 

Asthil:

Lead the Mali’ame to victory. You’ll do great things as a commander.

 

OOC:

 

Just wanted to say thank you to everyone I’ve met from Aegis_Lima and magicpastry who took Elro under their arm in New Malinor to Kahzo and Goldrim who beat him up for refusing to sponsor their haircuts.

 

Special thanks to magicpastry for editing my stupid grammar :P

Thank you everyone. :)

[Leetles 65]

Calethel sees the bird flying to her, as she goes to grab the note, when the bird lands at her window, she reads the note carefully, as she starts to frown, covering her mouth, as she looks sad, tears rolling off her face slowly going to her chin, dripping on the wooden floor, as a crying sound is hearable from her house, every night.

[Narthok 10416]

((Now you can join the snow elves :D))

[1 1393]

((You died so you could join the Snelves! SO SWEET!))

[Aelu / Rel (Combustionary) 1540]

It wouldn't have been professional to spare his dying friend a glance back as he traveled on. It would have even been suspicious, had there been eyes unseen. So he didn't.

 

The night was a chilly one, and the thick woolen hood did as much to warm his ears at it did hide his face. Slowing his pace, he passed a small group of travelling elves. He couldn't help but let out a slight smirk at the thought of their inevitable discovery. Ducking off into the woods beside the road, he drew the hooksword from his back, wiping the bloodied edge with his sleeve.

 

Soon he arrived, a small cottage of no real note - aside from the lack of windows. The chimney was smoking lazily, a small fire left alive within. He placed his key into the lock, opened the door, and entered. Once inside, he tugged his hood down.

 

Pinned to a broad wall, a small number of paintings, and a larger quantity of written documents. Center among them, a crudely drawn bust of Elrohan. He tore it down, tossing it onto the table at the center of the room.

 

The rest - Texts on his positions, an image of his wife and her description, and the same for Griffin, he balls up into a single clump. The large ball of wadded paper, he places in the fireplace. He prods it with a rod of iron as it burns, making sure nothing legible remains. With that done, he goes back to the table and picks up the last remaining thing - Elrohan's picture.

 

"I'm sorry, old friend. You were useful, but a business must have standards. Your child won't go without."

 

With his eulogy concluded, he tosses the picture into the flame. His gaze turned to the wet spot on the side of his robe, the drying, sticky blood of Elrohan lingering. Against the red clothe, it appeared little more than a damp spot.

 

Wiping at it with a grimace of disdain, Relgard pulled up his hood, opened the door, and left.

 

So ended another hunt.

 

[Vanir 693]

Marshal Abner Rahl of the Decterum taps his fingers on his seat, looking down as one of his officers, Ser Rowan, leads this month's training session. His train of thought is interrupted by one of the Decterum's wards, carrying a bundle of letters. Raising a brow curiously, he takes them from the boy before dismissing him. Finding one with his own name on it, he opens it and quickly skims it over. His brow furrows as he goes silent. Waving the ward over again as he supresses his sadness, he orders the boy to send the letters off to their intended targets.

[Pureimp10 5691]

((I'd rather die than join snelves.))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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