[Rp] Honoring The Fallen Tla'

[The Womping Wizard 400]

 

It is dark. The stars shine brightly, the night silent besides bugs and birds occasionally filling the Ordium with sounds. Suddenly a multitude of low though long horn blows echo throughout the area. These continue for a span of five minutes. Kharajyr near or far would hear these, signalling the death of the Tlatlanni. Vyallu stands awaiting within the opening chamber of the main tower, accompanied by the Moongazers, each clad in their spiritual robes. The wisps too have gathered, each rotating silently above the priests.

 

As the Kharajyr in the immediate would gather, their faces worn in sadness, though no words spoken as each would understand the situation. Vyallu and the priests offer each Kha’ a torch making sure each are prepared. She begins her silent march out of the main tower, lighting her torch on the many braziers surrounding the floating island. Assuming the other Kharajyr are following, she continues down the bridge onto the warp. Vyallu leads the group down the withered coastline with a torch and trident in hand.

 

The grouping eventually makes it to the edge of the coast where Vyallu stops, she plants her torch into the ground as she walks into the waters. Vyallu continues into the lake where the island once stood, motioning for the Kha’ to continue following her. The water is calm as the Kha’ swim towards the middle of the of the shattered lake, diving down below. Once below the Kharajyr who had followed would be greeted with a familiar sight, the lowest portion of the Temple which had survived the explosion. Vyallu allows time for the Kha’ to wring water from their fur and hair, standing infront of the last chamber door.

 

“Po vena”

 

Vyallu mutters the two words, the chamber doors grinding loudly, the large doors sliding by and opening the hallway. Before entering Vyallu picks up a stone brick, motioning silently for each Kharajyr to pick up one of their own. Vyallu continues the march into the last room which would resemble a large cave, looking natural.  Once entering completely and each Kha’ climbing the little overhang, they would be greeted by the fallen Tla’. Morthawl is still hunched over the greatsword, still impaled and bloody.

 

“Sa’vi Patta..”

 

Vyallu speaks silently and stands motionless for a short moment for each Kharajyr to take it in. Though Vyallus posture does not falter or laze, having made peace with the situation the best she can, standing strong for the Kharajyr.

 

“Vyallu haws cawlled the Kharajyr here tu lay awr Tlatlanni Morthawl tu rest.. Vyallu hupes each Kha’ cawn pay sume sawrt awf respects awr wurds, bawt et is awl’ryght tu remayn silent.” Vyallu turns to Morthawl, placing her hands an the hilt of the greatsword firmly, bowing her head. “Fawrgeve Vyallu.” She pulls the sword from Morthawls chest carefully, blood oozing out of the still fresh wound.

 

Vyallu cleans the blade of its excess blood with a rag before sliding it into the keyhole, causing the lava wall to falter and  dissipate, the remaining lava oozing into the oblivion bellow. Within the chamber the wall protected would show it is as empty as it has been since the disappearing of Metztli’s stone, though Metztli’s presence is still there.

 

“Vyallu requi’awrs awsistawnce.”

Vyallu turns to the Kharajyr, asking for two or three Kha’ to carefully grab hold of Morthawl. As they assist they move Morthawl into the chamber where the stone once was, placing Morthawl onto the center island platform. Vyallu nods her head in thanks and returns to face the gathered Kharajyr.

 

“Vyallu stands nu mawr aws Ti’Vyallu, bawt aws Tla’Vyallu. The cawming road will be rough bawt weeth the Kharajyr’s help we will stawnd tall awnd pursevere. Aws the Tlatlanni awff tha Kharajyr Vyallu we’awll mayke Metztli..” She looks to Morthawl’s husk. “-Awn Morthawl prawd..”

 

Vyallu then moves to enter the quartz chamber once more to place a stone brick next to Morthawls side and his trident into his hand, looking over him again. “Patta, mul’ta fawr mayk’awn Vyallu whu she es. Mul’ta fawr everytheng thawt Morthawl haws dun. Nawh.. Every’thawn Morthawl’s star cawn see, es Morthawls.. Sa'vi.”

 

Vyallu turns to the other Kharajyr to stand amongst them, letting them speak if they so choose.

 

(( :C Make an RP post of what your Kha’ would say etc and place your Kha’s stone around Morthawl as he/she finishes please, we’ll continue this probably tomorrow so that y’all can get your word in before finishing. Thanks.))

[Wobbajack 119]

A rather large Tigrassi makes his way through the crowd, a Tigrassi no one has seen so far. Visible scars cover the Tigrassi's back as he makes his way to the front of the group, a sizable stone clenched in his left hand. As the Tigrassi turns to face the crowd, a small beam of light illuminates his face—and his damaged right eye. He frowns before talking in a low, gravelly voice,

"Zharr deed nawt know Morthawl... bawt Zharr haws hurd awf heez tale. May Metztli baw'less Morthawl een death. Awnd may Metztli guide Vyallu as thaw new Tlatlanni."

The Tigrassi then turns to face Morthawl. He raises his hand up and lets the stone fall. It makes a loud thunk sound as it makes contact with the ground. Zharr then makes his way through the crowd again, disappearing into the masses.

[Merkaken 516]

A small Kha'Panthera walks towards the deceased Tla'. She slowly bows her head, tears streaming down. She clutches a relitively normal sized stone in her hand. "Kaharal deed nawt hawv the awnawr awf speaking weeth Morthawl.... Bawt Kaharal knew Morthawl was a greayt Kha... May Metztli tayke heem intu her awneendeeng liyght." She controls her sobs enough to place her stone next to the others before walking back into the group.

[Addled 62]

Ja'Lorei is silent, she walks slowly toward the still Tla, stone clutched in her hands. She had a few thoughts that she wanted to say, she felt that she should say a few words but when she approached the deceased leader all of her words caught in her throat and faded. She still hadn't processed this. Instead a soft breath left her as she placed another stone next to the others, starting to create a barrier around Morthawl. With the release of the stone, her posture tensed up a bit more. She stared at the departed Tla's face for a moment longer before turning and rejoining the rest of the Kharajyr. 

[Lita 677]

Ja'Sahra approaches in dead silence, her movements stiff and calculated: irregular for the Cheetrah. Her eyes are masked in a strip of black, and her typically bright clothing has been muted. The jingle of jewelry that often accompanies her movement does no longer: she wears none.

She carefully takes Morthawl's paw, and slips a fragment of Lapis Lazuli within. From under the blindfold, ruts of wetness take her fur in needlepoint thin streams, while both of her paws close around his still one to hold it. She does not move to rejoin the crowd as the other Kharajyr place their stones.
 

[Bjorn G 0]

A slim looking Kha walks forward with his stone. He walked slowly, one step at a time, and each time. His tail would sway left and right. He stands over the body that once was the Tla. There were no streams of tears from his eyes. Why? He never knew him at all. And even so, he never liked crying. Even if it was a natural thing to do. Oh well. "Sa'vi." He simply says as he places his stone down. Now leaving the rest of the Kharajyr's to place their stone. He was probably just in the way.

[cj_scout 305]

Rameethar walks up to the still body of the former Tla', his solemn look only betrayed by the frown upon his face. He kneels next to the body of Morthawl, closing his eyes and sighing. He had already had time to think of this. He did not blame himself, nor the world, nor anyone. Nonetheless he thought of the years he'd been around Morthawl. Perhaps he hadn't been around as long as some, but he had felt a strong connection of friendship with the Tlatlanni. He grabs his stone, laying it next to the one of the Kha' before him, and murmering a simple but emotional "Sa'vi, Tla'Morthawl."

[_Jandy_ 3519]

Sa'Dawnyeel, a bold Kha'Tigrasi, thrusts his spear into the ground "Be wiv Mu'una"

[Archbishop 1784]

A fat kha leparda steps forward, holding a stone in hand. He aproaches in silent, his head bowed in respect. Mukar silently stands there for a while before speaking up "Mul'ta awnd Sa'vi Morthawl." he places the stone and slowly re-joins the group of kha.

[Kaun 102]

Morrtow walks forward, holding a rather hefty stone in his hands. Laying the stone down softly next to Morthawl's body he says, "Morthawl een'a bettawr playce. " He says as he pats the stone lightly with his now clean fur from the recent burns, "He ees wyth Mu'una." The largest Tigrasi turns, dropping to all fours, his hefty size thudding the ground. Morrtow walks over to stand beside Sahra as he lays on the ground, more of falling than trying to lay. He looks up to Sahra, "He ees wyth Mu'una naw, hee ees duyng bettawr naw." With that, he lays his head down, watching the others in the room.

[magno 68]

Yuulpria silently nudges her two cubs forward with their stones

She follows close behind them and waits for them to place the stones next to Morthawl

Yuulpria then allows herself a turn to kneels before the fallen Tla and place her stone beside him

She walks back to the group with the cubs and waits solemnly for the service to finish

[ShadowoKing 86]

Zeriko picks up a closest stone to curve symbols into it with a chesel while everyone else approaches the dead body with respect. Zeriko curves a symbol of a moon on one side and a sun on the other on which he holds the stone close to seal the sight of the sun symbol. He approaches slowly towards the pile of stones next to Morthawl's lifeless body, he bows his head smiling under his hood to place down the stone beside him, Zeriko speaks in ancient Kharajyrian.

 

"Ruba oui ahzuo dra cdync, yc drec Kha' ec ylreajaehk fryd oui femm hud. Rydat oui vnus frah oui fana lrucah frelr Zeriko cibbuca du vun ymm rec canjela du Metztli pid Metztli drehg Zeriko hud muoym ahuikr. Ymdruikr Zeriko fyc muoym ahuikr. Syo ouin uvv-cbnehkc pa lincat po Zeriko's funtc. Yc muhk yc Tlatlannti pmuut nihc, drao femm sintan drascamjac."

 

He spits onto the ground to turn around to speak in common tongue afterwards. "Sa'vi Morthawl. May the stars please you."

 

Zeriko loudly coughs into his fist hand to look shocked to what he found in his palm of his right hand, he hides his hand to slowly walk towards the direction of his den.

[Addled 62]

Vyallu looks to Lorei, expression blank then nods, clearing her throat. Several Kharajyr had come to pay their respects, each adding a stone to their former Tla's tomb until he was completely circled by rocks. Lorei moved out of the crowd, gently brushing past several mourning Kharajyr before she returns to Morthawl. She looks up to Sahra, briefly before calling her magic to her perhaps asking for her to do the same. 

Her palms glow dimly at first, radiating white. Then after a murmur, it grows in strength and blue flame billows out of her palms. She caresses it with her fingers, waving them individually as she lets it slip through the crevasses and onto the corpse of their leader. At first it does nothing, sparks out, before a small flame sprouts out.  

It grows, taking up more and more of Morthawl. 

The faces of Kharajyr present light up with the blaze. 

The event is cathartic. A final goodbye to their leader. 

[Lita 677]

Sahra's paw gently caresses the one she held as flames began to gather at her fingertips, lashing outwards in a calm way. They consumed everything they touched, the priestess finally releasing his paw so that it could join the rest of him, and holding both of her own into the air. Tears carved great ruts into her fur, lifting the rock Zeriko had left and tossing it to the ground so that it did not taint the ritual. 

 

"Sa'vi, so muja."

[The Womping Wizard 400]

And so it was finished. Morthawl's mighty figure had been reduced to ash as was the Tlatlanni before him, and the one before him. Vyallu watches the Priests of Metztli return to their standings in the crowd, once more taking the greatsword and slides it into the mechanism. Gears grind in the silence as once more the wall of lava begins to fall, hiding to what lies within, protecting it. This was to be his tomb. 

 

Vyallu would turn to walk through the grieving Kha', silently beginning the walk back to The Ordium. Once the Kharajyr were out of the chamber, she too would close the large doors that further protect this vault, leaving it to only Priests to know how to open it. The Kharajyr return home to live on, still grief in their hearts for the fallen Tlatlanni Morthawl.