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The Death Of A Lord

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Eldaril sat inside a small little hovel among what was to be the Adunian town of Avek'Tor. The words of that name echoed his head. "Avek'Tor" he mumbled to himself as he thought of its meaning. It meant seat of power, but he did no see much of power. He felt betrayed and empty inside for all those he thought he trusted had left him like he was nothing.

 

No longer did he want the burden his father and his uncle had left, it was too heavy for him to bear. He felt as though the slope that he trudged up became steeper and steeper as he carried himself along and it was lonely travel to him. His friends had died or moved on and nobody was truly left to aid him.

 

He somberly stared into the fire, his heart beating ever so slowly, until it stopped and Eldaril was no more.

 

 

((I have recently moved into college and have quickly noticed how very little time I truly have left to play on this server. I will be retiring from Lord of the Shaft...I mean Craft, but I might still hang around on some of my extra characters I made so that I can hang out with all my pals I've made on this server every so often. With that, I pk'ed my main character. Maybe I 'll see some of you again or maybe not. Happy roleplaying and stop ruining this server.

 

P.S. I love Chikaea so much more den Radahan))

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((Bye Kralek, don't get bad grades))

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Daeglan MacCulloch III greets Eldaril Elendil with open arms in the seven skies. 

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George Blackwell sucks him into the never ending black hole before he can make it to the seven skies.

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

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