Pernux's End

[Treshure 5817]

 

Out the figure went from the dark marshes of which he walked so warily and through the passes of holymen down to the bowels of the earth. From the harrowed opening of a cavern went the figure. No holy knights guarded the pass and no cultists plagued the air with a sickness. There was only the drum of life, and it throbbed and pulsed it’s way throughout the air and into the figure’s heart.

 

The man was dressed in a green shawl that covered most of his aged face, a twisted and gnarled staff as his wayward point. Everywhere he stepped flowers grew from the ground. Slowly he traversed throughout a deep cavern, emerging into a serene environment. The air twinkled with a dust so fine it coated his elder staff, and the room hummed and vibrated with creatures roaming about.

It was a massive hall, the top so high that you could not see any hue of color, only a fine mist. At the far end of the oak encrusted hall sat a chassis leaning over. It’s body was made of wood as he sat upon an ivory throne. To some, it would look like a disfigured tree. To Pernux, it rung out louder than anything. He calls out uncertainly to the ancient apparition.

 

“Where may I find immortality?”

 

It’s massive being groans out a response that rattles throughout the entire cavern. “You humor me.”

 

“But my mortality ends, old friend. Who am I to go but you, who witnessed the world being made?”

 

“I am the Oaken Tree. I am the hilt of which swords are made, I am the bastion of a gate that wards brigades. I am the plow that reaps the wheat, I am the bowl of which the masses eat from. I am mortality’s greatest tool, but you seek something I do not have.”

 

Pernux falters, looking around. “I have been called here.”

 

“Your purpose is not to live longer on the planes of things to be born and things to be buried, but to watch. Watch with me in your slumber and the hours will not betray you.”

 

Entranced, Pernux slowly walked up to the oak. A small enclave had been prepared for Pernux’s arrive, a simple cushion in the earth beneath the eldritch being. Nestling into it, he closed his eyes and connected to the pulse of the earth, and for once in his life, he had felt peace. The world faded as the drum of life beat deep into his soul, and the lights flickered for one last time.

 

Wandering Druid Pernux is dead.

 

This was my very first character, and I felt no need to shelf him any longer. It was great playing him, and it was great roleplaying with all of you druid folk. Alas, all good things must ends.

[Giga 357]

(( Tis a shame I never got to roleplay with this character, nor it seems, will I ever get to. Even so, very touching. :'). ))

[Cyndikate 2303]

Hearing of Pernux's death, she holds a child in her arms. Walking towards the dwarven lakefront and holding the boy over it. Unable to hold her sadness and grief. The baby slipped out of her grip. He cries as he falls, landing into the water with a loud splash. No longer could she hear the boy cry, but her own sobs as she slumps against the railing, curling up into a fetal position, paying no mind to her surroundings.

[Rig 17580]

Mythras shudders, awakening, he suddenly feels weird, as if something in the world has changed; as if somebody important had died, he raises his hand slightly, murmuring a prayer, before falling back to sleep.

[Guest]

A random Dwarf he had once encountered mutters within his straggly and unkempt beard,

"An' now 'e wandahs nae longah. . ."

[Heff 2460]

Hearing of Pernux's death, she holds a child in her arms. Walking towards the dwarven lakefront and holding the boy over it. Unable to hold her sadness and grief. The baby slipped out of her grip. He cries as he falls, landing into the water with a loud splash. No longer could she hear the boy cry, but her own sobs as she slumps against the railing, curling up into a fetal position, paying no mind to her surroundings.

((wtf did I just read...))

[Evilbanana5757 154]

The Bird Druid, in his ceaseless wanderings, hears of this sad news. His response is but a sigh, and a slight shake of his head. 

[Hanrahan 2983]

Charles keeps reading it as 'Pernus'.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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