An Old Man Falls

[Mining 129]

 

 

A man must do three things to achieve imortality. He must write a book. He must father sons and daughters. And he must plant a tree. These were the words that rang through the clouded old mind of Jonathan Elers, clear as a bell, as he shuffled slowly through woodlands. Eventually, the old man would reach a clearing in the woods, a small, soft smile slowly cracking on his aged features. With a soft grunt, he falls to his knees, landing with a gentle thud on the grass. He fumbles around inside his coat for a moment before taking out a small, slightly withered but still alive sapling.

 

Some minutes later, the weathered Jonathan Elers sits back, admiring his handiwork. The sapling now snuggly planted in the ground, cool moist dirt piled around it. A book I have written. A tree I have planted. Yet no children have come from me he thinks bitterly to himself with regret. Sighing, the old man begins rising to his feet. Yet the strength evades the old and weathered mage. A look of panic begins to cloud his features for a moment as he lays back on the dirt, wheezing for breath. And then, at that moment, a gentle breeze rolls through, the blades of grass bending and dancing, the old mans thin grey hair swaying at its caressing touch. It was enough to make the old man cease his struggle, a pained smile crossing his lips. The wind, and breezes such as this, had forever been closely linked with his life as a mage of air. It seemed only fitting that one such breeze should herald his death.

 

A life meaningless to some yet influential to others. A delver, mage, adventurer, leader, follower and teacher. A man who had lived a full and wholesome life always trying to do the right thing. News would spread. Some would rejoice, others weep, and many would simply go on with their lives. Regardless, On the 16th of the Grand Harvest, 1481, Jonathan Elers heart stopped beating, never to beat again.

[Mining 129]

Reserved

[Rig 17580]

Aegor visibly frowns, hearing news of his old friend's death. He frowns, and taps his hand against the wall, paling. This had a great effect on him, Jonathan was a great friend- despite the annoyance of his humor, an intelligent to-do-well man. He sighs, disappointed, and depressed, and slides open his journal, writing into it. 

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News would spread. Some would rejoice, others weep, and many would simply go on with their lives.

 

Katari blinks upon hearing the news, a quiet sigh escaping his lips after a moment. While he hadn't know Jonathan that well, he had several encounters with the man. He recalled those encounters as he trudged down the main road, brow furrowed. Shaking his head, he takes a sharp left towards his home. Slowly making his way up the path and through his gates, he felt a minor pang of regret for not having spoken to the man more often. Jonathan had a good sense of humor and Katari figured he would have made a good friend. He pauses at the front door, glancing up towards the heavens before he murmurs a quiet prayer for Jonathan's safe passage to a better place. Katari slides the door open, greeted by his family as he steps inside, a warm smile spreading across his face. As the door closes behind him, the memory of Jonathan is pushed away as he, like the many others, moves on with his life.

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An aging elf would frown as he feels the hollow breeze that night, soon to catch word of his close friends death.. He cannot weep any longer, this feeling was too familiar. All he could do was meditate, and drink.. The elf sighs as he sits down in the forest under the thick canopy as he finishes the makeshift gravestone He chuckles lightly as he holds a bottle of whiskey out to the grave, and gives a small toast before taking a large swig from the bottle

"Long live the Malinorian Breeze Maker number 2... See you buddy.."

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Leyu looks up from her fields of pumpkins as the leaves slowly age and grow around her. Soon it will be time to plant the seeds of the year. As she sits upon the earth weeds clinched in her soft aged hands a whisper comes to her. An old friend is gone. Delvers shall be in morning.

 

Bowing her head in prayer she murmurs,

 

"Dearest Aerial, keeper of souls and wisdoms not of this earth. Hear my prayers today as Jonathan Elers leaves our world for yours. Let not our heartache, nor fond memories keep him from your grasp. See him well received that he shall smile down upon all those who are his children, his students here still with us."

 

Leyu looks up from her prayer, the plants around her seems to stretch back up toward the sun as if they too were honoring the sacred words. Smiling she continues her work.

 

"Much to do yet, much to learn"

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"He told me it was going to be soon." muttered Adeon as he sat in a bar, hearing the news from Aegor while sipping a warm mug of water. He couldn't help but feel a guilty weight on his shoulders as he slowly remembered all of the terrible things he had done to the man. "At least we made peace in the end." he said after a brief moment of reflection, stirring his mug of water with a single finger and leaning forward in his chair. After the tavern had died down and his friend had left, he stood up and walked outside to look up at the sky- and there he spoke aloud, "I'll keep your promise, old one, if that'll make it right." A strong gust of wind blew past him at that moment, putting out a few candles and making the bartender curse and close the shutters. The hunter smirked and slowly sauntered off into the windy night, whistling a solemn tune.

[Glyc 234]

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