The Death of a Legend [PK-Post]

[Chef891 232]

 

 

The Death of a Legend

7th of The Deep Cold, 1716

 

 

Ailduin and Crowned Prince Aelthos II were deep within the Fennic mines, gathering precious ores and metals for weapons and armor for the Ivae’fenn. All of a sudden tiny rocks started to pelt them from above. Within seconds the ground began to shake violently as larger rocks and boulders started raining down on top of the Crowned Prince. Without a moments notice, Ailduin sprinted towards Aelthos as fast as he could, diving he collided with Aelthos pushing him out of the path of a giant boulder that was coming straight towards him. Ailduin was struck by the boulder instantly breaking several bones in his body. His screams of agony were muffled by the constant raining of rocks within the mines. As he looked towards the Prince, he saw that the Prince was once again in danger. With all the strength he had left he jumped up and once again pushed him to the side, saving him from being crushed. Ailduin however did not fair too well. The second boulder was twice the size of the first and crushed Ailduin’s chest beneath it, crushing several ribs in the process.

 

The rocks soon stopped raining down, Ailduin laid motionless beneath a mound of bloodied rocks and boulders. As the dust settled Aelthos set his eyes toward Ailduin, who was now barely breathing and held a weak pulse. Instantly Aelthos bound toward the exit of the mines with his rally horn in hand. As he reached the exit, he gathered as much breath as physically possible and let loose a loud exuberant blast which could be heard throughout Tahu’lareh. All who heard the sound rushed to the Fennic Mines where Aelthos stood. All could see his bruised fisque and battered body but all he could say was, “Ailduin…..” His voice trailing off as he pointed toward the mines. As if all who stood there understood, they rushed into the mines finding Ailduin buried beneath several large rocks and boulders. One Warden went to check his pulse and immediately started shouting orders to all the Mali’fenn who followed him in. They started to remove each and every boulder as fast as possible.

 

Once Ailduin was free, he laid there motionless, a weak pulse and very shallow breaths. Both of his legs were severally broken as well as one of his arms and several ribs. Each mali lifted Ailduin up and out of the mines and as one unit rushed him towards the clinic.

As the doctors began their work, they kept battling to keep Ailduin alive, but to no avail. Ailduin’s pulse was gone. All looked upon him with grief as mournful tears started to flow.

 

Thus the founder of the Bilok’thuln and the Patriarch of the Sylric Bloodline has perished, In his last act of heroism, Ailduin saved the Crowned Prince from what would have been certain death. Sacrificing himself to save the future Grand Prince and solidifying the Sylric legend to be the most loyal bloodline within the Princedom of Fenn.

Ailduin left behind his younger sister, Velatha, his only son and heir to the patriarch of the Sylric bloodline, Thandir III, as well as many of his kin.

 

The Funeral for Ailduin Sylric is currently being decided upon. However it shall happen when the time is right, were he will be remembered by the many he has affected over the course of his life and service to the Princedom of Fenn.

 

[Willy6001 128]

Neia walked out of the clinic once she finished washing the blood off of her hands, after unsuccessfully trying to treat Ailduin’s wounds. Once she returned to the manor, she lost composure as broke down into heavy, silent sobs. She did not know Ailduin well, but in his moments before death he was her patient, and she had failed him. 

[Maury 411]

Airebys Sylric approaches the marble altar in the Temple of Wyrvun, placing his silk-wrapped marmal’onn atop its cold, pale surface. His sister accompanies him, both silently mourning while they wait for more family to join them.

[Sygnus_ 202]

Aroiia would hear word of the passing of the Sylric, and would be saddened to hear that such a well spoken snow elf has met their demise. Aroiia would be impressed that Aildun was heroic up until his final moments. “You will be missed llir”

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

Ser Prince Nick 'the Chicken,' true Prince of Fenn, Imperial Knight of the Realm, Master of Forgeries, Man of at Least Two or Three Thousand Swings, Warden of Domesticated Feathered Bipeds, Friend of Donald Dabber and Risky Ralph, Glutton for Titles, Lacker of Attention as a Young Child, etc mourns the loss of one of his many citizens.

[Remziel 54]

Standing before the altar, Rythel would clench in his hand the Sylric insignia Ailduin had given him years ago. Taking a deep breath, He would gaze upon the body of his uncle. A grieved expression would light the elf’s face as he placed his other hand on Ailduin’s chest “Thank you for everything uncle..” he said with a sorrowful voice “And may Wyvrun guide you...”. He would bow his head to the draconic statue before going on to join his family in mourning.

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Vexalia’s gaze lowered as she was informed of the death of the man who had once saved her life in a very similar fashion. Setting her rage aside, the elfess dropped to her knees, descending into silent prayer for her friend.

[Monkee 7369]

Aelthir mourns the loss of an old comrade, and a dear friend.