A Father's Final Words

[Sky 0]

 

 

 

"... Velanna... Ryul... I'll... B-"

 

 

Pain.

 

Incredible pain.

 

Sudden numbness.

 

 

‘Wh-Where am ... I ... I am dead ...’

 

Yes, but pained no longer, and forever surrounded by nature, for now and forever.

 

Eternal.

 

 

The Bull is home.

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

A shadow waves at Toren

"Look where we ended up, eh?"

[Eranikus 348]

A lone dark elf stands on the edge of a cliff facing the sea, the waves washing up against the stones below and sending sprays of water high up to lick at the edge of the cliff. A gnarled staff leans against his shoulder, a hare-shaped charm and a feather hanging from the end. Behind him is a backdrop of trees, swaying lightly in the ocean breeze. He sighs softly, taking the pipe from his lips and letting the embers smolder away to nothing before he reaches into his bag, drawing out a single clover. He studies it for a while, awaiting the winds to die down before he allows it to fall down into the ocean, watching it float down to rest upon the surface of the water. A soft sigh leaves his lips before he turns his back on the ocean, walking off with the aid of his staff.

 

"Rest easy, Brother Bull," he whispers softly as a woodpecker alights on the end of his staff, pecking lightly at the strands that hold the charms to his staff.

[Gallic 1066]

A ghost slumbers as the world turns, but its vengeful bucket list grows shorter in the most unsatisfactory way possible; Treachery-- And treachery he played no part in, no less.

 

A simple apology would have sufficed. Just another thing to regret.

[Song Druid 1486]

Rain beats down upon the canopy overhead, pelting the leaves and branches with its intense pitter-patter.  With each splash there grows an ever larger wind, rustling the leaves opposite the downpour.  From within the hollow of the massive tree, in stark contrast to the dark night outside, an orange light glows, flickering, threatening to give with each passing moment.  A pitiful candle, barely upright on the holder contained therein, next to which sits a lanky and unkempt elf.  Loose green robes cling over his shoulders, caked with grass, mud and leaves, tatters fraying here and there.  Cross legged in stance, he smacks his lips in anticipation as he lifts a bowl of cold mushroom soup to his lips.  Eyes closed, he takes a long draught.  Swallowing hard, his eyes flicker open, narrowed as his brow knits together, and his breath draws in a short gasp.  Setting the bowl down he closes his eyes, working his mouth for several moments.  Finally, after several long minutes, he opens his eyes once more.  As the life of the candle flickers out, amidst the din of the falling rain, he utters a single syllable.  "Good."

 

 

Spoiler

RIP Toren, it is never a good sight to see one lose their character.  You have so far handled it very well considering how it went down.  Kudos.  May you continue to find good RP and may you find closure with your character.

 

[Guest]

Within the mind of one particular Druid this came as a mild shock, his form coming to a stop on the shoreline as he and his men tread along, leaving the bodies of slavers and other cretin in their wake. A myriad of voices whispered within him, the faintest hint of turmoil evident in the fibre of his being.

 

"Not possible unless someone razed his tree..."

 

"But who?"

 

"Some decadent had it out for him."

 

He stood now over the a fallen pirate, the human man's eyes wide and his expression squeamish as he slumped back on the wet sands. A sickening crack and vessels inside the man's skull burst open from a heavy hit leaving him dead. Freed slaves cheered, but the Druid's mind only seemed to worsen, a sour scowl on his features.

 

"Farewell, son of mine." 

[Starfelt 1437]

Rin would stand within the grove, staring at the ground. Her hands tightened into fists, as tears gently rolled down her cheeks. "First Healun.. now you Maln.." Rin moved to her knees, closing her eyes as she sat there, a few cracks and groans coming from her body as she rocked back and fourth a tad. "I finally had a family, after the years of dreaming of one.. I finally found one!" Her fists slammed into the ground, causing the grass nearby to sway away from her. "Dammit!" She offered a small whimper, before collapsing into the grass.

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

"Wolf. Song. Ant. Hare. Weed. Bluejay. Willow."

 

Tam'naeuth Terin pauses at the eighth name, eyes closing as his head lowers itself down onto his desk. A shaky breath pushes past his barely parted lips. Eventually he straightens himself once more, mind settling onto his family. His mother, Illanora, dead when he was seven. His stepmother, and as far as he cared his real mother, Vienele. His brother, an ex-druid and now ex-shade, and his twin, Ruin'nir. And then his father.. Calius. A Druid, and an old one with a totem befitting of him. Tam writes it down onto the list at the end of his lengthy note, sending it off to someone he sought advice from.

 

"River."

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

The Wolf Druid stood in the middle of the office newly made his, hands clasped behind his back. He stared blankly, nowhere in particular, face set in a deep scowl. He had not expected the others to move so fast, and part of him was proud. This was not the lethargic, slow to move Order that he had become accustomed to over the centuries. For a moment, he allowed his mind to wander.

 

"Rose, Dragon, Tiger, thank you." He murmured. In this, he sensed the drive of those past warriors, and it sent a thrill through him, to know that his old mentors still breathed in everything around him. He could almost feel them, flanking them in helms of deep blue, swords at the ready, just as it had been so long before. He closed his eyes, reveling in the memory. Still...

 

"I am sorry, Toren.." It was difficult. The weight of the responsibility bore down on his shoulders heavily, and he took a steadying breath. Again and again, he repeated his totem in his mind.

Wolf,

Wolf,

Wolf,

Wolf,

I am the Wolf Druid.

 

Centered, Ouity lowered his hood. For the good of the Order, for the Druids, whom he loved so dearly. Whatever the sacrifice. Still..

 

"Aspects take you, Brother."
One lost, but if the Aspects were kind, the last.

[loupgareu 23]

Nesrine sit alone in the grove as she watches the stars and moon trail by in the night sky. "I am sorry toren for what has happened to you. You were the first to love me and the first to scorn me but even I would not want you dead for it. I only hope whatever after life you are now in be it with the aspects,stargush’stroh, or what ever afterlife you have its at least a good one."

[Calioos 91]

 

The final Druid to leave the site, the River druid. Having spent hours mourning in heartache and a mute agony. The old Druid being the one to collect the clovers from the incident and clutch them to his chest. "Toren.. You were like a son of my own. This is a dark day on us all... I truly hope that you have managed to find a sort of peace that you so desperately sought after. Aspects protect you and lead you to somewhere brighter.. Happier than here, oh nephew of mine. Rest easy, Brother Bull."

 

With a heavy heart he would depart the area, making his way off into the wilds to find his own sense of coping for sorrow that a father feels for his lost son, of in River's case, an uncle for the boy he raised from an infant. "I am sorry." Is the only thing cast out into the wind before he would continue to walk off into the stormy night.

[Zacho 2177]

Dael'ran does a big sad and remember back to when Toren exploded an alchemist fire inside his jack and does less of a big sad.

[The Fact Core 511]

Zelak feels a disturbance in the force and builds a Toren doll in honour of the fallen child he once took care of.

[OhDeerLord 673]

Dwyn first sensed the disturbance of nature as a druid was torn from their connection. He was concerned of course, knowing the weight behind it meant someone long lived within the order. But he still had duties to do, lunch for Caderyn, prepping dinner, cleaning the house, checking up on his plants and the animals he cared for. As with all the times this feeling has washed over him- life goes on.

 

And then he found out who had been lost.

 

And all around him froze, the buildings and trees of the dominion closing around him, the voices of Damien and Lailah muffled as air rushed past his ears. All he could do was deny it. This couldn't be the reality, surely it was a mistake- Someone destroyed his Husk and he'd be back, right? But the feeling from earlier? No.. no no it can't be like this.

 

But he couldn't convince himself, even as much as he screamed within his head.

 

All he had now was the memories of the boy he raised, the teen he advised and the man he held in times of hardship. And now...

 

Now Dwyn cried, and carried his memories into this world turned a shade less vibrant, missing red hair and a clever smile.

[someome 2053]

Hareven remains curled up in a cave elsewhere, claw marks of his own marring his face as he laid against the wall, running his hair back and rocking himself, his face stained with tears and his body heaving slightly

"I was weak. I was a coward. I was slow. I was too late. I should have walked away. I should have stopped. I need penance. I wish ye happiness Toren, I have stained m'self with the sin of your passing. I will bear t'is until the very end. T'ank you for the friendship you have given me, for I am a dirty traitor t' your friendship you showed me. I will never fail like t'is again.."

He'd glance to a mark on his palm, a oath having been sworn. Before curling up in the cave and waiting..