Bidding a Brief Farewell

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

 

Spoiler

 

 

 

You are drui first, everything else second.

 

An stoic-gazed wood elf -known in some circles as Elder Hawk, stood in a grassy plain. The stone walls of Laurelin in the backdrop behind him. He cupped the miniature sapling of an oak tree ‘tween his two scarred palms. His eyes stormier than usual as he regarded its tiny twists and leafy curls with an absent gaze.

 

Your duty is to the order, and to the Aspects, above all others.

 

He knelt down, setting the sapling to the side. He gently dug out a small hole in the dirt with his palms and situated the young flora inside it, patting it down firmly.

 

This is a new golden age for our kind, it is a happy day.

 

He closed his eyes. Underneath his lids, his pupils struck up a dim, emerald green glow. He took a deep breath, murmuring a silent incantation. The ground beneath the sapling made a very subtle shift and rumble as the baby tree’s roots took hold. A circle of flowers bloomed out of the earth around the kneeling elf, their petals held the orange beauty of the setting sun.

 

You are ours.

 

Elder Hawk pushed himself to his feet, watching the saplings tiny branches sway in the gentle evening wind. Now there was one less chain binding him, preventing him from forging his own path, claiming his own destiny. Yet that nagging voice had been right about one thing. He had a duty to the order and druids, that despite anything, he would let naught but death tear him from.

“iheiuhii narne narneyem'ehya. Aspects guide your soul, brother Song.” He murmured in a quiet voice, bowing his head and closing his eyes. He offered a minute of silence in respect, then turned and strode his way back home.

 

[Guest]

Gareth quietly mourns the loss of one of the few good druids, fingers interlocking, blood oozing from a wound in his shoulder. He remains still as he is taken care of, contemplating what he perceives as a dire loss to their order. 

[Corvoo 562]

Muildir comes across the tree, bowing his head in respect and whispering a quiet prayer to the Aspects. The passing of his friend still fresh in his mind. This would be one loss he will never forget.

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

Ramza sees the grave and sighs for a brief moment. "He might've seem to been a rather old angry druid.. but it seems he was maybe the champion the Nexus needed.." he mutters bowing his head in respect. "I hope the duty was done if you were the chosen one.. maybe someday others will know what we do..May the Aspects guide you to everlasting peace.." he finishes with that as he makes his way back somewhere.

[Farryn 860]

Elvira would place down a bouquet of Tea Rose flowers at the grave, where she would stand there in respect.

"Although I may not have known you as a friend, Song Druid, I have heard of what you did at the Black Nexus... and you truly were the champion that the druids needed during this grim time. When I informed you of what task laid ahead, you accepted despite that it would take your life... and that was true dedication and bravery. Therefore, it's only fair that a fellow champion who aided in ridding that foul thing pays their respect to another champion... May the Aspects guide you."

 

((Btw. Tea Rose flowers represent Remembrance. Just though I would add that on))

[Elad™ 560]

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