Thus To The Stars We Shall Return.

[Geo 1415]

 

 

 

 

Upon this night in Athera, the moon shone so clearly, as every star in the sky lit up around it.  Silence plagued the bay in which Ohlokhar once stood as the night reached its peak, and the moon stared down upon the Ordium.  There was the absence of something, of someone.  In the waters below a intense light shot up from one spot behind the Ordium as if a beacon, coming from below the sands.  Within, the ruins of what once was the sacred chamber for the stone of Metztli.  The ancient doors were flooded to ruin, and no longer worked but instead decayed and crumbled.  Down the final hallway the all familiar cave opened up, until the wall of lava that protected the chamber stood.

 

Outside the chamber was a figure, hunched up against the wall, yet sat down.  Right in front of the lock to open the chamber is where the figure was, a guardian in even his final moments for the secrets of the moon god.  The cold stone floor of the cave was dyed with a red hue as trickles of blood rolled down the slope, trailing away from the figure.  The body of a white Kharajyr lays against the stone, with the colossal greatsword of Tiazar run through his abdomen.  His eyes, wide open and blank, staring up at the sky.  His right hand wide open, fingers stretched... as if reaching for something.  It was clear, all life had left this body.

 

Tlatlanni Morthawl, Son of Skar and Kizena, Metz'al of Sahra and Father of Rynsuho and Vyallu, on his One Hundred and Thirtieth year, has come to pass.

 

A stone tablet lays beside Morthawl's corpse, words of the ancient tongue of Va'Khajrian carved into it with desperation.  Perhaps someone can translate it...

 

"E ryja dneat du tamejan ouin lremtnah vnus dinsuem yht lryuc, dra vencd Dmydmyhhe ajan du ryja du mayt uin baubma yfyo vnus draen rusafunmt, vnus ouin Bynyteca.  Dra pintah ec duu silr so sudran, E ryja nih uid uv ymm ahanko yht femm.  E ruba oui tu hud caa sa yc vyemat, vun so pendr, meva yht taydr... yna eh ouin hysa.  Kuttacc.

Ed ec dra cdync eh frelr fa lusa vnus, yht dric du dra cdync fa crymm nadinh. Famlusa sa, Metztli."

[Kim 1328]

((Rest in peace :( You did a great job Geo!))

[Zarsies 6795]

[[Never RPed with Morthawl besides on my old Orc in the Thales, but I never really came to know him. From what I've seen and heard secondhand, you did great. <3]]

[Wretched 2075]

At the highest point of the Ordium, an elderly Kharajyr weeps with pain, clawing large clumps of bloodied fur from her frail body with an agonising screeching. The mindless sage spreads a line of blood across the stone floor, gradually forming the image of a Moon, the blood moon.

 

"Fa yna dra mucd!"

 

After throwing herself into one of the supporting pillars, she would collapse to the ground, her strained muttering unheard by all but the moon.

 

"Fa lyhhud maynh"

 

The Sage continues to weep, shaky paws tugging desperately at her remaining fur, adding it to the messy piles littered about her trembling figure.

 

"Tu hud cyja ic. Mad ic tea..."

[ShadowoKing 86]

Zeriko smiles under his red hood appleased by the news of the Tlatlannti has died.

 

"Now Zeriko will hope for Kharajyr to get out the shell and not hide like ***** pets for apes. Sadly Zeriko will not see that day."

 

((Had great time roleplaying with you Geo, it made Kharajyr worthwhile. You have been a great leader although alot of people pressured you on making every decision.))

[Volutional 935]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JUvj9uIOts

 

(Song is surprisingly relevant, you've done a great job despite my own personal speculations, and you've played your character exceptionally under what some could consider too great of an amount of pressure to do otherwise).

[The Womping Wizard 400]

Vyallu begins her walk from the chamber, walking along the withered coast. She can't help to tear up on the journey as Morthawl's words race through her mind, she tries to focus on something else but to no avail. Vyallu's vision instantly darts to the great beam in the night sky, almost blinded by it's powerful light, she follows its course in her gaze, knowing where it leads. 

 

"Nu.. Et es tuu suun!"

 

Vyallu bolts back down the calm beach, loosing her footing and almost falling at times. She dives back into the lake and swims to the entrance, clambering down the ruined hall and chamber. She falls to her knees as she sees Morthawl in his deathly position, her eyes darting every which way as she tries to wrap her head around the situation.

 

"..Patta?"

 

She inches forwards, still on her knees, getting closer to the point her knees are bloodied from Morthawl's wounds. Tears drop in the dead silence, Vyallu shakily continues to inspect the large Kharajyr and the sword, figuring it would be impossible for this to be an attack. She stands, wobbly and uneasy and places her fist to her chest, bowing her head deeply. Vyallu takes a deep breath and wipes her tears. 

 

"Et es Metztli's will."

 

She leaves Morthawl in the chamber to gather the Kharajyr, taking the tablet with her, soon to return. 

[Merkaken 516]

S'Kaharal closes her eyes upon hearing the news, falling against the wall of her room. She covers her eyes, trying to stifle a pained sob. She sighs, laying her head back. "Awar Tla'... Gawn awftawr awal thees tyme... Metztli... Take our Tla' undawr yawar light..." She tears up, before returning to the moon pool to meditate.

 

 

((You were the Tla way back when I first joined in Asulon, and every time I joined the Kha, you always welcomed me, and treated me as an equal. I have the utmost respect for you, and hope you come back to roleplay with the Kha again.))

[Addled 62]

Ja'Lorei leans against the wall of her den, staring at the burned skull of the beast that they fought when trying to restore the Ordium to its normal state. Beside the skull was a picture frame smeared with blood and on the other side, lapis paint in a swirling design was spread across the canvas. Just recently, she had seen the Tla speaking with his daughter and she had been so caught up in maintaining the structure of her lessons in Muun'Trizvaja that she hadn't gotten a chance to speak to him before he was already gone. 

She stood, trying to gather herself as she walked out of her den. She had to be strong for the rest of the Kharajyr as well as for the newly appointed Tla Vyallu. There would be time for mourning later. Now, she had to make sure everyone was calm.

(We'll miss you, Geo. Remember, you're always welcome with us. You did great, don't let anyone tell you different.)

[cj_scout 305]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=to1xT93IlUI&index=174&list=PLxO7-69B5nvIHtrDbsGPhgZdmvrQi9DIQ

 

News had spread fast of the Tlatlanni's demise, and it was not soon before Rameethar had heard. He stood in his forge, staring into the fires in a silent rage. His friend, his leader, his pivot of duty had taken his own life. Rameethar had pledged once, not only to Morthawl, but to Metztli, himself, the Kha' as a whole that he would protect the Tlatlanni. To some degree Rameethar had failed. No other than Morthawl had given him his purpose, molded him into the one he is today, kept him from foolish choices at times. 

 

However, he was abated by his own thoughts. He had known it was coming. Morthawl was not exactly young, even when Rameethar was but a kitten. Morthawl had made his own choice, he was not murdered, nor did he die before he believed his time had come. So in that fashion, Rameethar had not completely failed his task. But his sorrow was not ebbed by this thought, only worsened. If Morthawl had believed his own time to have come, was he unhappy? Did he believe he did not belong as Tla' anymore? Did he not wish to die of natural causes? Rameethar could know not.

 

Rameethar sat and wept, wept like he had not since his own Patta had died. But how could he not? Morthawl was not his father, but he was his father figure. Rameethar never doubted Morthawl, nor had he intentionally gone against him, nor was it vice versa. Morthawl had brought Rameethar to the point where he is now, and that is something he had never forgotten. Rameethar drew his Moonblade, the very one bestowed upon him more than 20 years earlier upon completing the gruesome trials to become a Moonblade. Still now did it shine with the same twilight glow that it always had, but as though it too was weeping, the glow dimmed and dulled in the face of the one who was bestowed it.

 

If not every loyal soul had wept, Rameethar had wept for them, and yet enough for every Kha'.

 

"Sa'vi Tla'Morthawl, syo oui veht fryd rybbehacc oui tet hud veht rana eh bynyteca fedr."

[magno 68]

Yuulpria slams into her room, shoving things off her workbench and pounding her fists against the wall

"Fawk!"

She holds her head against the wall, choking up a bit

Yuulpria looks to her alarmed cubs and say to them in a somber tone

"Tla'Morthawl... Ees dead."

[Bjorn G 0]

Shame.

 

That's all that Dro'ar could think after hearing the news of the death. Such a shame. He seemed quite a nice Kharajyr, from what he had heard any ways. He takes deep breaths as he meditates at the top of the tower. His tail laying on the floor and his hands crossed. His eyes closed and legs crossed.

 

What a shame, he thought to himself. Why would a person with such high status forfeit his life? That question was going to remain a mystery, as he could now only help others mentally by letting the sorrow flow through. But he wasn't crying, he didn't know the man. He never talked with him at all. But again..

 

Shame.

[Heero 4092]

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