Departed Souls

[Dakirennis 959]

 

 

Night began to fall as the small crowd wandered slowly up the hill towards the shore. A small gathering of what was mostly dark elves, though a few wood elves came to pay their respects as well. Dak'ir stands before the pyre before turning around to the group, nodding his head lightly to them.

 

"Thank you all for coming."

 

He gestures behind himself, torch in hand as he points it to the wooden platform.

 

"On this shore, we come together to give these lost souls rest. To release their spirits so that they may join our Ancestors in death,"

 

Dak'ir turns around to the pyre, placing his fist over his heart as he bows his head low. He murmurs softly as the sun begins to dip behind the mountains. His son, Arveldir, stepping up to take a place beside him. Most of the crowd behind him begin to bow their heads and whisper their own prayers to themselves as well.

 

"Blessed Spirits. Let these fires burn brightly so that these kin may have everlasting peace... And may they join you in watching over us."

 

He inclines his head as he steps towards the pyre, tossing a torch into the kindling below the platform where the bodies and severed heads lay. The fire catches quickly as flames begin to wash over the remains of the dead. The smell of smoke and burning flesh begin to mix into the air with the sea salt. Stepping back, he inclines his chin  as he raises his hands skyward.

 

"Blessed Ancestors watch over us. And guide these souls into your presence."

 

He turns around to the gathering again as the pyre collapses and the flames begin to burn out.

 

"It is done..."

And with that, Mizziyrn makes his way to the ashes with an urn in hand. The Archons and several other dark elves make their way as well to the glowing debris, each kneeling down and collecting a handful of ashes before depositing them into the urn. Satisfied, most departed. But some lingered to speak to one another.

 

"It's funny how death seems to bring us closer..."

[Samoblivion 532]

((Out of the shitstorm of rage and ill-will that came from yesterday's fight this was actually a nice little event. Thanks Dak.))

[The Fact Core 511]

Veldryn Uuthlini suddenly cries for himself for some reason, such sad.

[Dakirennis 959]

((Out of the shitstorm of rage and ill-will that came from yesterday's fight this was actually a nice little event. Thanks Dak.))

 

((If this war ever calms down and the we can have some peace and quiet we'll be having a lot more of these events!))

[Markus Wander 4]

The great wood grew thicker and thicker with smoke as Balaena moved south, and Balaena worried no longer that the Mali'ker wouldn't accept her back into the fold after what she'd done, but that they couldn't for what might have happened to them. As she slogged through the bog in the lowest basin of the wood, she almost turned around, to find that nice humann who had protected her from the monsters when she'd mistakenly tried to return to Haelun'or. But she had to know for sure, if the family her father had loved and her mother had spurned might still be as strong as she hoped, strong as she had been stupid before to reject them...

 

She climbed one of the great trees to find the new city, where she might be wanted. With a sigh of relief, she saw the source of the smoke in the distance, and that it didn't seem to be from the sacking of a city, but a great bonfire. She allowed herself to believe that it was a beacon, to show her her way to her true home. 

Balaena had learned much, and she had much to atone for.

[Dohvi 622]

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