Weed-Be-Gone

[Amorphbutt 199]

 Virmehn was upon the ground then, blade poised towards her, ready to strike. Not much time now, she wouldn’t be able to escape, it has to be said. Warn, protect. No, too late. A life was snuffed out as quickly as the blade struck home—her grasp firmly upon the hilt of another. She would not be able to free that, no. She was never going to.

 

 Sister Briar expected darkness when the blade came, but she awoke in a glade. A clearing, all a flutter with life. It was odd. It was calm. It was home. Moreso than anything else she had ever known. Rising upon unsteady feet, she was not overwhelmed. She was not dead. She was alive, wearing fresh clothes, and she felt… vital. She felt free. Content.

 

 Striding forth, one step after another, she’d explore, but more importantly, she would find herself lost. A briar patch was before her. Was it always there?

 

 It matters little. But it held something.

 

 Peace. Clarity. Rest.

 

 The elf was wrath, was rage. But, she was loyal.

 

 Loyalty to herself and her fellows and her duty, loyal enough to risk her own life  to strike against one who outmatched her, unfortunately.

 

 Upon the briars she rested. Her identity faded, ebbed away, gnawed by time and by peace and by knowing that she had, at least, served her purpose.

 

 Loyalty remained ever after.

 

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 A shift, a change--a body buried by friends, hidden away where no hands would rip her from her rest--but that was not meant to be. Stolen, ferreted away, gone from the embrace of the earth and the tree. What could this be?

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

-Will type response shortly after the saturday ddos-

[someome 2053]

The stout would stand in his office after the incident, carefully checking over the blade that was Briars task. With a soft sigh, he'd wrap the blade and strap it to his back, before picking up his daughter and heading out to perform his work

"Anot'er duty amongst t'e endless pile. May Briar rest amongst t'e Forest forevermore." He'd say to himself with a morose lilt to his voice..

[Guest]

Brother Leatherback sighs quietly, eyeing his sword as it glints crudely in his hand within the confines of his private chambers. "A tragedy." He says, unapologetic. "But necessary. May the Aspects punish me if I was wrong." 

[Archipelego 2188]

Kasfer picks a petal from a flower, watching it drop to the ground with slightly clouded eyes.

[Jakraes 51]

"Poor soul, may she rest in peace," Rhova'dir said as soon as he heard the news, "Yet, one less godslave." He finished with a neutral expression as usual.

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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