A flame extinguished.

[Krism 67]

~.- maehr'sae hiylun'ehya -.~

 

Sin'tril walks slowly through the foliage of the trees. He stands at the end of the plateau, looking out over the silver city.

In his mind, he sees the faces of his brothers, now gone. Arche... Arcleo... Gildor... Imin... and so many others.

 

The city is beautiful, but the marble and foundation, now so horribly scarred. The lights have faded and the laughter has died out.

Sin'tril turns his back to the city and walks through the forest. The leaves sway gently and seem to comfort him. He kneels down in front of the big tree surrounded by a pool of shimmering water.

He reaches down and unsheathes his sword, laying it in front of him. He reaches into the pocket of his old vigil commander uniform and takes out a note of paper.

 

"Now our lights have faded"

"Everything that held me has now fainted"

"Bury me in my forest, for it is here I belong"

"Now my light is fading"

 

He puts the note back in his pocket and then gently grips his sword.

 

...

 

The leaves sway gently in the night as Sin'tril takes is own life.

His body laying in the upper district's forest, in a pool of blood.

Upon searching the body, a clear cut across the throat and a small note of paper would be found.

 

 

 

((I decided to kill off Sin'tril. I feel pretty burned out by LOTC in general right now and Sin'tril was no longer fun))

((I will still be around in the various chats, forums and TS. But I might take a small break from RP))

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Man of Respect 5471]

((RETURN AS ORC ONCE YOU RETURN FROM YOUR BREAK))

((ORCS ARE GREAT))

((THEY WILL DOMINATE THE WORLD AND KILL OREN NEXT WEEK))

[KorusPrime 130]

Lyu sighs upon finding the body, "How impure..."

[Guest]

Finnadh cremates the body at Norseth'onn, other members of the Vigil standing around the pyre at the funeral. 

 

"Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya." 

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

Avos watches Finnadh in horror from a distance as he removes a perfectly viable Ghoul opportunity.

[Ixli 1472]

Varen'thal watches the silent cremation with sadness. In his mind, he remembers his former leader and comrade fighting by his side. He stands, long after everyone has already left, pondering. 

 

"Death consumes us all... its time to even the scales." he would finally mutter, silently to himself, before turning away. If one were to walk by, they would only see a face of vengeance.