A Resignation.

[Your Favorite Impure 736]

Aenor would dip his head in a solemn manner upon finishing reading the letter, before turning his gaze upwards as the darkened sky begins to lighten with the hues of a deep orange and fiery red. His expression melding into one of sorrow, Aenor would soon regain his usual stoic gaze; the grizzled, weary mali determined to continue to serve the elven people "You raised me up from nothing, dear friend, raised us as a people up. You were once someone I despised, and are now one I would follow blindly into any plight. You have done something I thought was impossible, and continued to impress. Let it be known that Tristin Tresery is the first true leader of the mali people as a whole in an age, not just in title, but in spirit. Ay'elame, ay'elDominion." 

[Drop Koala 332]

A tear sat in Damai's eyes, a rare sight from the 'Bear man' as he listened to his kings speech. "It has been my greatest honor to be one of your men, to fight alongside and serve you. You made us a fore to be reckoned with." Damai then roared with the other Sirame and bystanders "AME AME AME"

[idiot 502]

A monk hears of this through the spreading of word, "A shame. . ." he mumbles, "Hopefully the clothing I made him still serves him well." he moves back to his duties soon after the thought.

[Gone 869]

Somewhere a high elf suddenly feels the need to salute and does so, hitting herself in the head with a spoon.

[Taketheshot 3834]

Walter nods "A good man Artimec, he will live up to his father im sure."

[Kaelan 1918]

Aelthus Aureon mindlessly stares at the drink set before him as his sister, Veravia Aureon, reads him the letter. He sits there for quite a long time, enough time for the warmth to seep away from the cup and leave the liquid cold and bitter. 

Never had he imagined such a man as the High Prince to resign. For he fearlessly led his people out of the dust and into a golden era that would be sung about for many centuries to come. But what was thought unimaginable lay before him, the words neatly penned onto paper. 

Aelthus gives a soft sigh, a small smile playing on his lips as he remembers the one instance he was sure the High Prince would remember him for. His family had completely abandoned Aelthus, left him to attend the Seed Ceremony on his own and present a gift on their behalf. And so, the young Sirame had presented the High Prince the only thing he could muster, a vial of Alchemist Fire which he had casually presented as if it was a wrapped box of sugary candies. 

It was there Aelthus had proclaimed that the High Prince's people had a strong, raging fire filled with passion for him and his crown. That our flame burns brightly for the Mali'ame people who our High Prince has carefully seen to tending to.

And now, the duty of keeping that fire alive has been passed onto another. 

[EdgyMagey 787]

"Well." The familiar redhead grunts softly, twisting herself on her heels as she begins off mid-speech, pushing her way out of the crowd using the wooden staff in her hand. "Time'a pack me bags."

[Lhindir_ 3691]

Lhindir would salute his king once more during the speach, standing beside the whole of the Elverhilin line. "We shall forever be in your debt, for you have allowed myself and my children, childrens children, nieces, nephews and all others that I have taken in as my own back from exile."  with that, the thin elf would clear his throught. "AME AME AME!"

[shimmeringbliss 268]

"Ah. So even in the end, it's still like this, huh." She glances up at the lone figure, her face a mixture of fury and disbelief, her eyes almost popping in anger as she bites her cheeks to keep her in check. 

 

"To  resign without a successor, to crucify my people and not Haelun'orians, to always establish yourself as the King of Wood elves instead of High Prince of Elves. It seems my time was thoroughly wasted." 

 

Turning upon her heels, she strides off, curling her fists in frustration. 

[Farryn 860]

The Adherent leader hears of the news and nods softly.

"You served the elves well, Tristin. While I may not be of full elven, even I have great respect towards you and what you have done for your people. There have been great moments, and there have been worse, but that is to be expected when you are a leader. Even us leaders, of nations and of orders, do need that time where we step down and pass the torch onto someone anew. Let us just hope that the one who will take your place will do as well as you."

[Larry Shortoak 297]

An old halfling sat relaxed on the wooden seat outside of his burrow in the small village of Reedsborough on the outskirts of Sutica. His expression one of disbelief as the small man read over the resignation addressed from the now former King of Malin. As he smoked on his pipe, he stopped for a moment to let out a short sigh, with it he would release the built up smoke.

"I don' consider many bigguns frien's anymore, an' ye' I considered ye one o' 'em. I'm glad ye are carin' more abou' ye'self fer once 'cause ye were lookin' like ye needed i'."

The old halfling muttered to himself, his appreciation and happiness would radiate from his visage as he continued along the writing. Larry imagined his meetings with the former King and would smile, privileged to have known him during his reign and to work alongside him in relation to Willow Hollow. Larry even considered himself to show many similarities to Tristin, they both cared more about their race than their own well-being, they would rather burn themselves out than let their friends and family struggle.

"I will be in yer deb' fer everythin' ye did fer me people an' I won' ever be able te repay ye." He said softly as he concluded the letter.

As Larry rose to his hairy feet he folded the piece of paper and placed it in his jacket pocket before heading on his way to Liandria to pay his respects and appreciation for the man who had helped save his race from being without land to build on.

~*~

[Wendigo 786]

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