The Passing of a Father

[Supah 334]

 

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He took her hand in his, and they smiled, sharing an evening together beneath the stars. They made so many promises to each other, as the young and hopelessly in love do.

 

 

 

 

The body of Arveldir Des’Nox, wrapped in linens of beige and turkish blue, would arrive at the doorstep of his first cousin and adoptive father Dak’ir Des’Nox. Along with the body there would be a letter, one sent out to many others in neatly written handwriting, though of a kind unknown to all recipients.

 

 

 

To my dearest family and friends, should this letter be taken from my possession and a copy reach your hands, then regretfully I have passed away. Do not let this fact sadden you, but rejoice knowing that I have lived a full and happy life. Rejoice knowing that I am lucky enough to have fathered four children of my own, my gifts to this world. Take heart the lessons and the laughter that I have given you in my life, and I ask you forgive my wrongdoings.

 

To Celahir, take to heart everything your mother taught you. All of the lessons she gave to you were worth more than you know.

Remember to be kind to others, and to pass on even a fraction of the

love and happiness she held would make the world around you heaven on earth.

 

To Yae’vel, I hope one day you can truly find your path to happiness, it is all your mother would have wanted for you.

No magical abilities will give that to you, no earthly possessions, only the good company you keep and a loving family around you.

 

To Ardreth, do not lose your way in this world. You were born of love, hope and purpose. You brought happiness into our lives, love into our hearts.

Though I leave you in this world along with your mother, remember what I have taught you, no matter how alone you might feel you never truly are,

family will always be there for you if you just take the time to look.

 

To Arv’urra, I ask for your forgiveness leaving you so young without a father.

Know that if I could I’d have parted with you all of my earthly knowledge, but our time together drew short.

Please take care of your mother as I would have, and listen to her well.

 

To Inurra, the light in my darkness, remember the times we spent together, the camping trips, the hunts, the smithing lessons, our beautiful child.

Take all my earthly possessions, use the money, tools, and clothes to raise our boy up to the man he’s meant to be.

 

To Dwyn, thank you for all that you have done in my life, for taking me in as a child when no others would, for raising me into a decent man.

Never forget that even the lowliest of orphans could grow into a father, a prince, a friend.

 

 

“We’ll be together forever, right?” she asked, their hands ever intertwined and afraid to let go. “Forever.” The boy smiled, his bright lemon eyes glowing with happiness.

 

 

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((Well it’s finally here! After seven years on and server and five long years playing this guy, I’m finally saying good bye to my oldest character. In the time that I first created him as a little orphan dark elf, and played him, OOCly I found someone truly special in my life, moved across the country TWICE, got married, and we’re looking to have a kid (hopefully) soon. It’s like saying good bye to an old part of my life, so long Arveldir! Thanks to everyone who partook in my journey both in game and out of game, love you all!))

 

 

 

[OhDeerLord 673]

Letters are not a rare for the druid, he takes the latest note into the house and busies himself with a few other things before he gets to open it, looking over the writing. The animals of the house go silent, suddenly hyper aware of the distraught feeling coming from one so connected to their day to day lives. His hand tightens over the letter before quickly folding it and smoothing it out with shaking hands.

 

Dwyn loses count of how many hours he weeps for the loss of the first he’d ever called ‘son’.

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I proudly call you one of my best friends, knowing you all of these years has been a wonder, and watching you marry my best friend- I’m tearing up just at the memory. I can’t wait to see the rest of your life unfold, and how amazing things can come from chance meetings.

 

[Criala 729]

When Lielle arrived at home, the Des'Nox Clan home within Vira'ker, she didn't expect to find the body of her step son. At first, there was a hint of confusion on her features, as she wasn't sure what was there at first. But then, once she's close enough, she was able to see what exactly was at her and Dak'ir's doorstep. She swallowed think, her knees shaking as she made her way closer. That was when she found the note with his body. One read of it, and she wasn't able to keep herself standing. She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks. She and Arveldir had never been extremely close, but she had loved him as if he were her own son nevertheless. She remained there, one hand pressed to her mouth and the letter in her other hand.

 

Only a short time later, Ele'ira happened by while she was on her way to her own home. 

 

"Haelun?" She called out, stepping closer to see what was going on. A frown tugged at her lips when she saw her mother on the ground. She stopped just behind her, eyes falling on what was in front of the door. Confusion dances along the young 'ker's face, and her red gaze turned to Lielle again. "... Haelun..?" 

 

Unable to form words, Lielle offered the note to Ele'ira, who then took it. As Ele'ira read the note, her confusion was replaced with grief... And heart break. 

 

"Br.. Brother?" She barely managed to get the word out, tears welling up in her eyes as they fell on Arveldir's body. The letter fell from her hand, fluttering to rest on the stone floor. She shuffled closer to him. Then she dropped to her knees at his side, resting her hands on top of him. The tears started to flow then, dribbling down her cheeks and falling on the linens that were wrapped around his body. Her shoulders shook, and her breathing was shaky, but she was silent. And she refused to move. It wasn't until Lielle composed herself and gently urged her to move so they could move him, that Ele'ira finally did. With sniffles and hiccups, the pair moved him inside of the Des'Nox home. Now... To wait for Dak'ir to get home, so the news could be broken to him.

[Wand 1220]

News had travelled unto Vira’ker’s northern neighbors. The halls of Aegrothond are solemn for a time, respectful in the wake of this loss. At nightfall, a lone gondola was made visible in the sea which unites the two lands – a lonely vessel, to be consumed by fire as its memorial pyre burnt it crisp, and its lantern sunk to the depths of this southern sea.

 

 

 

[MamaBearJade 2090]

((I am so happy for you both!

[Dakirennis 959]

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Dak’ir arrived in Vira’ker’s caverns in his usual daze. A dull bliss, his senses ever on the edge of here or there. Though it was quickly shattered by the sight of his mate and daughter knelt before a cot welcoming him home. The two ashen women turned to him as the door clicked shut, neither saying anything in their sorrow as he’d approach the bed. His staff clattered against the floor whatever charms had hung from it now laying in a mess on the floor, some even breaking against the hard stone, as he fell to one knee between them. Taking Arveldir’s hand in his own, he recoiled a moment, the icy cold shocking even the old lutauman. The man far too acquainted with death. But here it was now. As real as it had been for every other ‘Ker that had come before him. As cold and lifeless as all the others... This night he lost much more than another soul. The fates of their kind had brought them together and Dak’ir had taken the young, lemon-eyed ‘Ker under his wing. He was much more than his son. He was his best friend and a brother. That young soul that had seen war after war, known the pain of loss over and over. No. Dak’ir knew that this wasn’t any different than another ‘Ker passing. His life was long and full and Dak’ir knew it was selfish to let sorrow take him so. Though he would revel in it for the days to come. Dak’ir knew he’d be guiding another soul beyond. He would meet him there in the everlasting beyond of his people. 

 

 

And in the desolate barrens before Kor’s great gate, he awaited...

 

“Your rest has come my son. May Delilah meet you at our great mountain. May the Ancestors and Luara watch over you here as well, you served them with honor. And... say hello to your mother for me...” 

[osumanduas 1442]

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