A Father's Final Words

[Arkelos 1027]

 

Kyral's eyes stared forward within a locked room, her green glowing amber eyes staring at a reflection of herself. Her violin by her side as she took no glances away from her figure, it had been quite the few hours, a roller coaster of emotions. She felt her skin crawl, even as the tree-like body sat, voices crawled back to her.
 

"This had to be done."
 

"You didn't bloody your hands, you didn't do it."
 

"But who did, should we reward or scorn them?"
 

The voices descended from her mind, she was talking to herself this time. Answering back each voice with a sigh and some words. Her body shaking as the Druid closed her eyes, giving herself a moment to think on her words before they came out. This was her breaking point, ironically.
 

"Not like this."
 

"Nobody needed to bloody their hands like this."
 

"Never reward, each involved will likely be hunted.."
 

And in exchange for her words, a simpler string of syllables slowly stretched out in the Druid's mind. Giving her a question to think on.
 

"Will you join the hunt?"

[Its_Just_Leap 399]

 

Upon hearing of what had happened the lich Ethel Serene would stand in her manor taking a moment of silence for the fallen Toren. An audible groan coming from behind the mask she wore after her moment of silence was over. She would look out to the forest, only starting to imagine the possible grief that nature had for the old druid. She would finally speak to no one in particular. Mostly just talking out loud to herself.

 

"I've heard many things about you Toren. My mother would speak highly of you, and for once it had looked as though she had actually found her soul mate after so many had crushed her heart. I can only begin to imagine her grief. You were possibly the one and only thing that kept her sane. I owe you many thanks for keeping her happy while I was stupid enough to only cause her more strife. I personally will not mourn your death however. For I know that your soul will move on to a happier place where you can watch over Quillian with a smile. Rest easy Bull Druid. Embrace your mortality."

 

Afterwards the small Lich would step outside and walk into the forest. Out of respect she would conduct her days research while sitting with nature. Even if it looked back in disgust due to what she was.

[Rickson 302]

Ryul sits alone with only his sister, Velanna, left for him now. His eyes are wet and expression dreary. He had not a chance to say goodbye, his last encounter being a negative one.

"No... Not you, why y-you?"

With only his mother's death being a recent memory too, the child struggles. Who else does he have to look up to, who else is there to give the same compassion and love to a son other than a parent?

"Don't lea-leave me too..."

[ThumperJack 927]

The Iron Druid sat alone within the mountains outside Kaz'Ulrah, surrounded by the trees of his small piece of nature. It was where he realized his love for his wife, where he meditated and trained, and now where he mourns his missing lover. It was pain he had not experienced before, a hollow feeling in his chest that seemed to grow as more tears went down his cheeks. It was during one of these such moments of utter despair that the Iron Druid felt the loss of his mate's father.

 

Vosirk rose slowly to his feet, shaking as a feral rage began to replace his carved out heart, and a few minutes later a dark red lupine form bounded toward the Mother Grove.

[DahStalker 3692]

  A familiar figure dressed in Calendula flowers approached, other deceased Druidic men flaunting at her sides. "Welcome to Paradise!!" The overweight elfess cackled, chugging at her fruity drink.

[MickMeist 175]

 

 

A dedicant, by name of Ahryn, catches wind of Toren's death.

There is a change within him, something that had subconsciously already taken place, but he acknowledged it now.

 

"The Aspects, The Father, One and the Same."

 

He makes the long journey to Hearthton.

Being the only living worshiper of Snow, Singer of Flame, he monotonously dusts off the paragon's shrine.

He kneels there, staring into the flickering light of the pyre for hours.

 

"Forgive me, Father; Forgive me, Snow."

 

"Your child has come home."

 

"I stand against the dark once more."

 

Between these short phrases are each a good amount of time, and once they were done he stands.

He returns to Caras Eldar, to his wife, to his daughter the next day.

Nothing seems different, but an astute individual, or his guide might notice he's forgone the tasks given for his dedicancy.

 

"Toren. You were a friend, a dear one. It pains me, you being gone."

"I pray you find solace in the Father's, The Aspects', warm embrace."

 

A night later, he makes for the lake outside the city.

He constructs a small raft, with a wickerman and small wooden bowl of bull's blood, dousing it in some oil.

He pushes it out toward the center of the water.

One voidal connection, one small tossed flicker of flame later, and Toren's All-Fatherist funeral is complete.

 

"Goodbye, friend."

[LadyRebecca 1050]

"Karin'ayla, sweet thing."

 

Behind the deceased Brother Bull stood a figure of non-remarkable height and typical appearance. Clothed in swaths of brown, green, and maroon, she stood taller than her stature and smiled brighter than one would imagine after death. Petals of white lay within her hair, marked and distinguished by the daises that rested tucked behind her ear. And upon her left shoulder, a sparrow, quiet yet curious, chirped up at the massive elf. The tanned woman, swirling in translucent mists of viridescent reached upwards to touch the face of Toren, smiling as only a mother could.

 

"Welcome home."

[DahStalker 3692]

5 minutes ago, LadyRebecca said:

"Karin'ayla, sweet thing."

 

Behind the deceased Brother Bull stood a figure of non-remarkable height and typical appearance. Clothed in swaths of brown, green, and maroon, she stood taller than her stature and smiled brighter than one would imagine after death. Petals of white lay within her hair, marked and distinguished by the daises that rested tucked behind her ear. And upon her left shoulder, a sparrow, quiet yet curious, chirped up at the massive elf. The tanned woman, swirling in translucent mists of viridescent reached upwards to touch the face of Toren, smiling as only a mother could.

 

"Welcome home."

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[MamaBearJade 2090]

The bonsai dryad, Ionna, sat with her adopted father stunned. Her gaze locked upon the wall as she was given news of his passing. Toren rarely spent time with her, barely knew she was around. Forgotten. She looked at her willow tree, her eyes misting as she remember what her mother told her about her father. She remembered meeting him once or twice. He was a fun loving druid. He seemed excited, then the worlds ended around her. Forgotten. She bites her lip as tears rolled down her round cheeks. "Mama?" She turned to Yelfir and sniffled. "Papa is gone." Saying it aloud hurt her deeply. She looked so young, but her adopted 'mother' knew just how old she was, just how many years she had spent as a dryad. He nodded to her and she turned, setting her bonsai on the floor. Her face scrunched up and she began to sob into Yelfir's arms. She would never get the chance to know her real father.

 

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Lilliana sat in her tree far from the prying eyes of other druii. Her hands clenching and unclenching. "So the deed is done?" she asks to herself, her body tensing at the feeling that still had yet to ebb. She shook her head as she sighed softly. She fell silent as she looked back to the fields, her eyes closing a moment as she tried to relax. "Uncle, you were a fool." Even as she spoke the words, she felt the pain in her chest worsen, her chest tightening as she trembled. She knew the day would come, she had hoped, he had been able to save himself. 

 

[Luciloo 2680]

The Autumn Druid awoke with a start. The room was dark and the pitter-patter of rainfall rattled on the roof above, while Endvani slumbered peacefully beside her. But there was no peace here, not for her, not right now. With the lurching, groaning sorrow of nature around her and this 'twang' in her chest, she knew something was wrong.

 

Throwing off the blankets of moss and cloth, she stood and walked into the centre of the room, arms reaching up toward the canopy overhead, while rain wept in on sombre leaves. Her eyes would glisten with welling tears, as they flared with an emerald-green light. She reached out with a whisper, "ne cruan ito... ehya hileia... ne valluman ito... ehya Meracahe... ciw'ayla." Nivndil did not understand this reaction, but she didn't need to in order to want to soothe it.

 

It would be several minutes of whispered chanting and Communion, before she'd climb back into bed and struggle to return to sleep, her thoughts troubled now.

[ThatGuy_777 220]

"The Willow weeps for those he widows."

 

The Druid lie secluded deep below the Earth's surface. A beaten, swollen, bloodied mess of sobs. Wheezing for breath. His face left in a state that was almost unrecognizable. Doomed to never smile the same.

 

"So witnesses the Willow with woeful wails."

 

Slumped against a coal black coat, the driuid remains idle. Despondent. The ker'wolf nestled beside him whining in dismay. Her tail swishing through the waning grass. The vines running along his person shrinking.

 

"Thus whims the Willow with heartfelt wishes, donning thy dreams and passions, thy will."

 

"I regret that I never got the chance to know you better, Brother Bull. Llun, that I couldn't prevent... Damned be this path."

 

Far-far above, where a white tree reached it's golden canopy to the sky, a number of its leaves would fall. As though from an Autumn wind, despite being spring. The silhouette sways, lurching with a wooden groan. Expressively stern. Concerned.

[Gladuos 869]

     The Ram Druid hears the news of the Bull Druid's unattunement and death. The vision of a young, stubborn man preventing progress into the higher levels of an old elder tree crosses Jeremiah's mind. The remembrance of he who stopped the Ram from saving the life of his cherished friend. From those that considered themselves the 'judge, jury, and executioners' of his life - deceivers. A dear friend lost forever. He recalls how each of them named it a mercy to this friend, to allow him to pass on to the Eternal Forest.

     Ignorance. Unattunement and death is to have your soul barred from the afterlife of nature, to send the spirit careening into an oblivion from which it will never escape. Such was the fate of he whom Ram loved as a brother. Thus is the fate of the Bull Druid now. Despite it, there was no satisfaction. Nothing will bring any of them back. Nothing will give them the afterlife they deserved. The Ram's withered visage sours again, scowling with its familiar wrinkles.

[Zindran 590]

Anthron sat in his home, broken and recovering from what happened. His sight had been taken from him, but sight from another source- the gifts, was available.

"I did what I did to stop further spread. . the gift had been abused for decades and nobody had the will to give the just punishment.."

He then sighed deeply with a wince, his ribs still healing from the beatings he had received from the night of detainment within the dominion before, but at least he was alive, and still attuned perhaps for the time being.

"May your soul rest peacefully, Brother Bull. . Your children will be safe in Elswyen's care."

Then, his expression turned to a more disappointed one, recalling how everything happened that revealed she was indeed alive, which broke him more than anything.

"My trust and loyalty was broken. . Not once but twice, and I won't make that same mistake again."

Afterwards he went over to the kitchen, using the arm that wasn't broken and healing to make himself some tea before sitting back down.

"I'm not hiding, and I won't run. When I do things I do them for a reason, and if that reason is cause to bring me harm then so be it."

"Farewell, Brother Bull. Aspects bless your passing and may your soul finally be at rest. ."

[OzYmandi 647]

             "W. . . What?" 

 

It was all the dark elf could manage to speak out. Broken. First, losing a husband, two children to the downfall of Axios. . . Seeing his loved one go crazed with the Far Glade, yet retrieving him. . . It took it's toll. He sat there, static. He couldn't think. He couldn't believe what his ears had listened. But he knew the facts. He knew who did it. He knew who had the audacity to do it.

 

            "They'll perish, llir'ii. I won't allow, and I am sure el'Naelurir will aswell not allow this to go by. . . Their blood will flow and fill the gap in Balance, in Nature that they've created..."

 

Nei sharpens his sickle

 

But inside

 

He weeps.

[Slayy 816]

A red-headed elfess sat herself within the confines of the forest, the small patter of a passing rainstorm resonated. Within the noise, animals could be heard, mingling and chatting amongst themselves. Yet all went silent when a gust of wind blew through the woodlands, leaving only one animal to speak, the caw of the Raven. One after another circled the sky, showing the symbol of death, the death of a closed one. Aviala held her staff, the aura re-awoken from it's slumber. 

 

"May the green guide you."