A Dragon's Goodbye

[Creete 497]

 

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Snow slowly flutters outside the stained glass windows of the observatory where the elfess had found herself living over the last few months. Her mossy eyes stared out in silent appreciation of the display of nature before her. The days had been long, the years harsh, and now the sorceress had grown wary. Bags rest under her dark spheres; her usual fair skin was sickly pale - it was clear she was not well.

 

Adorned in her most lovely dress, a blue and silver silk gown she had tailored years before, the once solider settles in the only chair within the large room. It faced out to the scenery of the mountain, a beautiful sight she’d have to admit - one that she was happy to make be her last.

 

Splayed out on the desk behind her were several papers and opened books though only one really mattered. Neatly placed dead center of the desk rested a thick piece of parchment. The script upon it was beautifully penned in a dark purple ink and at the bottom a deep plum colored wax seal of a dragon made it official: it would be the last letter the woman ever wrote, this much she was sure of.

 

“It’s been so long,” she murmurs softly as she pulls the quilt that had been laying over the arm of the chair to cover her lap, “since I’ve had a good night’s sleep.” Leaning forward she carefully lifted the still steaming cup of rose tea off of the stand she had moved to rest beside her chair. A small smile pulled back on her red painted lips as she stared into the pink fluid within the beautifully decorated teacup. “I think it’s time I finally get some.” The sorceress silently enjoyed her tea as she watched the snow collect outside the large windows. A slow trickling storm had washed over the land, causing wisps of the fresh blanket to be tossed up in dancing spirals before her. She hummed contently a little tune between sips of the oddly sweet drink, not daring to stop until the cup was empty; only then did she place it back where she had gotten it. With her hands folded neatly on her lap she basked in the comforting silence of the night until sleep finally took her.

 

[!] The Letter:

 

“Dearest lliran and long lost acquaintances,

 

I haven’t much to say, I’m afraid. Years have come and gone and we have come together and fallen apart, but I only wish for you all to know I cared for you deeply. I gave my all when I could and attempted to be there for my lliran and my people when they needed me. I have made mistakes and I have done things I am not proud of, but haven’t we all? There is not a man alive who is flawless, but still I have never been more ashamed of myself than I am in this moment, writing this letter - this goodbye.

 

I had thought, with time, I would find my grounding and come back to you all with the same fiery spirit you’ve all come to expect out of me, but sadly, that just doesn’t seem to be the case. Try as I might I simply can not muster the strength to step foot out of my sanctuary and with recent happenings I feel I will find no further place, home or standing amongst you all.

In short I have grown tired. The years have beaten down on me and I find that I simply lack the ability to once more brush myself off and press on. I have become so very exhausted and I think you’ll find that even the mightiest of dragons do often times need rest.

 

I wish you all the best. I hope our kind will pull through these hardships and the mali’thill that remain will continue spreading Purity to our kin. I ask forgiveness for I am weak and will not be able to stand by your sides, to give guidance or offer a comforting word. I gave you every second I could, parting from old lliran, my own blood, and my own dreams to ensure I could hold Purity sacred and be a guiding hand to those who had strayed from the path. All things come to an end, though, dear lliran, and here we are now.

 

I know in these horrible times you’ll find yourselves struggling to find peace with each other, but in being at each other’s throats we only strain what connection we have - we strain our purpose, our culture, our race, our Purity. We must come together, mali’thill, for the greater good of our kind, for our children and their children. Haelun’or, or rather our race, must stand, and it must do so without me. I believe in you all, I do, I know you will pull through this - though the walls of elcihi are tainted. The once grand Silver State’s pillars of ivory and steel have begun to crack and I can see the flakes of gold beneath.

 

I could never call it home again for I know the golden company it draws. Mali’thill, you must be strong, for your nation has failed you, and only you will be able to trudge forward to find its replacement. May the stars guide you to a place where our kind can exist in harmony, being one with each other, with the Void, with the world. A place where we can progress and push forward as a race. I know it exists, I only wish I had known how to guide you all there.

 

Sincerely,

Lanavia Drae’thon

The Dragon of Skyfall

Maheral of Haelun’or

Once Headmistress of the Society”

 

[!] Lanavia would not be found in the building or anywhere in the city. Only her letters, the teacup, and the chair remained with her signature headdress laying besides the cup upon the small table she had set up.

 

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

"The oh so wonderful silver city takes another victim" Roy would raise a half empty mug of ale as he spoke to himself inside his home

[Thomas 3014]

The Iyliar froze solid, gaze cast ahead into the empty streets of the flaking city.  Time froze still as seconds stood against the ends, lingering the moments in a drawn silence. No sound was cast, no expression was changed. It was then that the Sohaer moved through the gates to the city, vacating its decrepit walls so he may reach the hearth of Dragur to acquire the gift he'd once bound to the Mother he so shortly came to know. Then and there, an etched marking became engraved within the shaft of the stave; the head of a dragon carved into each metallic prong at its apex, before appointing its new owner.

 

"Through life and death, and flames and ashes, go forward into the great expanse for the print of your boot will forever be marked upon the light."

[ski_king3 0]

A ghastly figure's gaze pours over one of the letters, a quiet sigh escaping him. He shakes his head, lips contorted in a small frown. "I should have done more to warn her. Enjoy your rest, Navi. I will see you soon."

[GDPR 014 48]

"A dragon?" The knight glances to his Regulators after reading the news, crumpling up the parchment. "A devil, more like. I think she's the reason Sarrion lost his mind. I know that woman's sass got to me, one upon a time. Maybe someone cursed her? Death and despair did follow her for some time. Eh, not my problem." 

[Cat Evocation 3728]

Sarrion would erupt in great laughter at the news. "My, guess she got what was coming." He offered to himself as he sipped his tea alone in his office.

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