Pelilasdir Vontia'athems final goodbye

[AstralWatcher 42]

[!]Pelilasdir stands at the edge of the pond in The Visaj Friendship Park within the Blessed Bastion of Haelun’or. He stands there with his naga behind him holding Frostbane and Frostfyre in two of it’s large hands. Pel scans over the surrounding area, watching carefully. He begins the summoning of a small silver rose(Purity Rose), that shines brightly signifying him to be extremely pure. He holds it in his hands, looking down solemnly at the rose.

 

“My lovely fiance Del, I hope my words get to you ok, I wish you the best of luck to you on your journey, it’ll be a struggle to get on your feet after this I’m sure, but I need you to do that for me, live on for me, for Alwnwe, for Agoton. I want you to strive to be a better person than I could’ve ever been. I don’t wish for you to lock yourself away in some dark cramped room, I need you to go out into the world, explore more than I ever have, find adventure, love, friendship. I know how we felt for one another, that love will remain in my heart always and forever, but you must move on without me, but please make sure to look after my family. Also I have left an important letter for you within our home, please read over it.”

 

He smiles softly as he looks to the night sky, the everyday traffic of Haelun’or not caring about what he’s doing down there.

 

“My dear older brother Nehtamo, I wish you the best in regards to being the best Sillumir you could possibly hope to be. I leave behind Frostbane to you, our family greatsword. May it grant you many victories in battle. I know we did not get along much, but I still cared for you, I may have done things to you but that was all out of love, I’m sorry for being the way I was and I wish we could’ve been closer, but please look after Agoton for me, and make sure Del is alright once I’m gone. You are my dear older brother and nothing can change that. I love you brother, it may not have seemed like I did, but I always have and always will. Frostfyre is yours, same with the families.”

 

Tears streaming down his face while he stands there, watching the world around him blur and cloud, before smiling evermore, knowing that he will see them someday in whatever afterlife the mali’aheral get.

 

“To my dear son Agoton, though we have not spent much time together I hope you get along with your uncle as well as Del and Alwnwe. You have always been my pride and joy, from the day you were born I loved and cared for you, knowing that you would surpass your father. Be the best ‘thill you could ever be. Trust in yourself, your family, and your friends. I will always be there for you, watching over you.”

 

The purity rose glows more and more brightly as he continues, shining like a beautiful star in the night. He looks at the people going about their business, smiling softly, knowing that he is leaving his family in good hands.

 

“To my dear Dellbloom, I wish I could’ve been a better father before you vanished, I hope this letter finds you. I loved and cared for you the best I could but apparently that was not enough, I should’ve done more, your were the light in the dark for me, always pulling me out of situations I shouldn’t of gotten myself into. I miss you greatly, and I wish I could’ve seen your face one last time before I sleep for eternity. I love you Dell.”

 

He kneels in the grass going to put the flower there, and let it’s roots take hold, this  flower will remain there even after his death. The flower still glows brightly, not losing it’s shine, as if it is there to symbolize his great purity.

 

“To Elrion, I am sorry for all the wrongs I’ve done to you, I wish we could’ve mended our relationship and made it whole again, you were one of the kindest people I knew, from helping me give a blind child sight, to having each others back in battle, oh those days were wonderful, how I wish I could go back to them, before this whole mess with purity. I am sorry, and I understand if you still despise me even after I’m gone, but I want you to know, that I never wanted to become evil. I never wished to be a dark mage, the world would burn before I went to the dark arts. You were my closest llir, and I wish you the best of luck.”

 

He nods to himself after planting the flower, before summoning another and beginning to plant a flower for each name he lists off. Each one shining a different light based on their purity.

 

“Caestella, I wished we got to know one another better, we were close, so I’m sorry for all the things I did that made you distrust me and even hate me, we should’ve mended our relationship. I hope you have better luck with your family then I had with mine. I hope your son learns the way of purity. You were a good friend, and for that I am grateful to you for having been in my life.”

 

The flower for Caestella shines brightly, the flower for Elrion even brighter, the flower for Pel not as bright as Elrions, but equal in brightness to Caestella. He nods before rising from his kneeling position, Pel’s flower sits on the right, Elrion’s in the center, and Caestella’s on the left, this garden of flowers will grow more one day, shining brightly in Haelun’or, his last gift to the wonderful people he’s leaving behind.

 

“To Modus, you were a wonderful friend, someone I could share things with, from our first encounter I thought you quite odd. Though I found you to be a wonderful companion there afterwards. I couldn’t imagine life without you in it, our shared dream was a wonderful thing to experience. I believe that you would’ve been willing to raze Haelun’or to the ground if the crowned me in gold, so please don’t do that, I want you to find some other way to come to terms with my death.”

 

The Naga, begins to pull the four swords from it’s sheathes on it’s back. It’s four arms ready to take down it’s master, which is he’s final wish.

 

“To Alwnwe, you were a lovely child, and I will miss you greatly, it was a blessing to have you in my life, after losing so much. I hope you grow up to be the best ‘thill you honestly could ever be. Even without me there I will always support you, please know that you are a great person, and I couldn’t dream of a world without you.”

 

He looks to the south, watching the stars in the sky glitter beautifully, thinking of peace, he looks back to the 3 flowers in front of him, before retrieving the crimson vace, that he never did anything with, and probably should have.

 

“Xavis, I am glad I met you, I hope your search for a Cognatist has been fruitful. I hope your family is doing well, and your city is growing. It’s a shame we didn’t speak much after all that has happened, but I’m sure you are doing well. I never got to use the Crimson Vace, I almost did, but I was never able to give to my Fiance, so I’m leaving it here, in honor of your friendship, in honor of your wife that is no longer with us, and in honor of the love we both shared for two wonderful women.”

 

He sighs lightly, before climbing to a standing position after planting the Crimson Vace, he steps to the water holding his arms out, as the Naga jams it’s blades into his body, letting him fall into the pond, resting in peace.

 

As he lays there peacefully moving in the small waves, his naga explodes into a sad array of fireworks, the flowers he planted remaining there fully, a flock of sparrowhawks fly from the trees carrying messages for each person he spoke of, them receiving exactly what he said.

[!]The park remains quiet after a while, Pelilasdir’s body floating in the small pond. Him dead, his soul hopefully moving on.

[Banned 347]

Modus reads the letter- a tear running down his cheek as he finishes it.
“Haelun’or.. Elrion.. Sohaer.. You’re lucky I don’t smite you and your city for this..” the grief-stricken elf lets out. “Goodbye, old Friend. Maybe, we’ll see one another in the seven skies soon.” 

Modus goes to pray to his Lords, giving praise to Pelilasdir, a final rite to the once honorable elf.

 

[Demented_Delila 1248]

The tears did well in her eyes when that sparrowhawk did come to land upon her shoulder, dropping a solemn letter. With a gentle hand she stroked it’s feathers and begin to read. The well of tears would turn into a trickle, then into a stream. At last, they became a flood, pouring down her face in steady succession regardless of how she tried to stop them. 

“...I’ll... I’ll do it for them..” 

Were the only words that could come out of her mouth as she begin to sob uncontrollably within the confines of the apartment. One passing by in the hall could most definitely hear her. The sparrowhawk would depart, freedom under its wings.

[MeteorDragon 3441]

Xavis Ashwood would find the letter. His body already mangled from the fight against voidal horrors. He falls to his knees and holds the letter close to him "Llir... you brought me joy from haelun'or when war was supposed to be between us. I know your pain for I share it myself, live in the moon my dear friend... live in the moon." Xavis crumples the letter in his only working hand before walking to the beach of Vira'ker. There the letter burns with passion to let his soul go free.

[pkdon 2045]

Nehtamo would stay in his room, his door locked. He’d recoil to his bed, a tear falling from his face. He wished to be strong in the light of this dark news, but it was too much. He burst into tears, a flow of tears cascading upon his pillow and mattress. After he’d managed to muster the courage, he’d sit upright on his bed, wiping the final tear from his teary eyes. “Our bond was close, unbreakable even. Anything you may have done is insignificant. You are my little brother, and I shall love you always, as you have loved me.” he’d say, his voice still shaky. “Your life was too short upon this world. I, I -“ he’d pause, the tears coming back to him “I hope you Larihei shall guide you in the afterlife. I shall honour what you ask, I hope Agoton shall grow to be as kind and honourable a ‘thill as you. Your body may be bereft of life, but I shield you and hold you within my heart.” he’d say with a soft smile, allowing once more the waterfall from his eyes to flow. He’d wipe his tears.

“Our Maln and Haelun would be proud of you brother.”

 

He’d place the message in his container of most valued items, and return to the task of honouring his brothers wishes

[UmbreScye 535]

Uppori Visaj stood still, staring at a silver glowing flower in her hands amongst a large selection of packed items. She then gasps, as the flower seemed to wilt under the night sky. She stared at it for a moment, a furrowed brow on her face as she clutched the flower tightly. The stem snapped through her grip, the flower bud crashing onto the ground and the petals scattering, the luminous glow fading as Uppori exhaled slowly. For a moment she simply stared at it, letting the stem fall onto the ground with a meek open hand.

”What a shame. It was a lovely flower.” She murmured quietly, staring at the night sky, unaware of the death that occurred in the exact moment she spoke.

[Keldrith 717]

Music for this response

 

Elrion Visaj approaches the pond where he found the body. He would pause a moment, glaring down at body in the pond. Tears would promptly well in his eyes, as he fell to his knees, watching the body at the bottom of the pond, with a small amount of blood still leaking from the puncture in his chest. Elrion wiped his eyes, and stepped into the water. He would grab his friend, and hold him up in his arms, walking him out of the city. He would take a full day to bury his friend on the cliff, giving him a view that he would appreciate, as his soul rests. Elrion carved out a grave stone into the cliffside, writing;

 

 ‘Here Rests Pelilasdir Vontia'athems

1629-1719

A Friend, A Brother, and Soon to be Husband

His soul was filled with dread

But his expereinces with others filled them with love

Forever we will remember him, as a good man.’

 

 

 

As Elrion finished engraving, he would stand above the grave, leaving a bottle of wine at the side of the gravestone, along with a small statue he carved of wood, in the shape of two dragons, one painted white, and the other black. He then stood tall, allowing his tears to fall generously at this point. 

”Pel... you were my best friend for a very long time. I have made mistakes, and I have been a bad friend to you in these past years. I should have kept my mouth shut when speaking to Dele, that was a mistake that I will regret for the rest of my life. I will never live this down brother, you carried much of my burden for most of my life. I will never forget you.” Elrion promtly steps back, giving the grave one last look before heading back up into the city, his shoulders slumped and his face looking grim. “Goodbye, mal’onn.”

[interstellarcatlady 155]

Caestella Valarieth would walk up to the gravestone of Pelilasdir with a bouquet of black and blue roses. She would place them down on the gravestone and walk to her spot by the upper pond as tears fell silently from her face. She sat down by the pond watching the waterfall for awhile deep in thought while absent-mindlessly fiddling with the bracelet with two dragons, both blue and black, that Pelilasdir gave her.  She finally manages to croak out,

 

“Pel, llir, I am so so sorry if I did something to make you think I hate you. I could never hate you. You were incredibly kind and intelligent. You fought ferociously for your family. I am so sorry what happened between us in the end.... you we’re a great llir, one of the best. Ahern ito nae’leh mal’onn for being a great llir, father, and brother.”

 

She sits in silence for awhile after speaking simply watching the waterfall flow from the upper pond to the lower one remembering all of their fond memories.
”Goodbye llir.”

she’d state walking away, leaving nothing but a simple teardrop on a rose. 

[EagleEyeKK 69]

(Incoming Long Post, sorry!)

 

A young high elven woman with blonde hair and green eyes traveled to the grave site, holding with her freshly grown a bouquet of white tulips, blue orchids, and red roses. She held with her a grim look, one of great sadness as she finally reached her destination. She stood there for a long moment, looking around at the offerings that were placed nearby. Flowers of all sorts, brought here for the man who was lost, she knew. She took a deep breath, nearly choking up though as she seemed near close to crying, but held it in. She moved to a spot near the grave, and paused, staring at it.

 

‘She never knew him...’ She can imagine the thoughts of other mali’thill, strangers. ‘I don’t understand why...’ ‘She never even met him...rather odd of her I would say...’ A pause. ‘Why does she care?’ She can hear them in her head, somewhat, replaying like a record starting a song once again. But maybe they had a reason to question her. She never knew him, she never met him, she doesn’t know who he is. All she knew was the situation that had occurred. So why then? Why do this? Why care when she never knew the guy? Why cry for him? Why bother?

 

But she had her reasoning. For this situation, she dusted the negative rumors and the questioning that made her unease. Then a single thought- no, a memory popped up in her head, a saying that she remembers from long ago. “Why do you pay respects to someone who is gone, Haelun?” A young mali’thill child asked, and the woman knew it was her as a kid. A pause, and then a small smile, no anger, but of kindness and compassion, the mother knew the child asked out of curiosity and confusion. It was one of the only memories she has of her mother. “Because...every man and woman lives, and dies...that is life, but...paying respects puts the soul at peace and makes them happy. That way they aren’t sad or angry. Some die...by their own hands...” She paused. “Why?” “Some do it because of the pain they suffered, or the pain they think or caused to others...it makes them sad...truly...” The child paused and then said. “Then...then we’ll make them happy, right? Won’t they get lonely?” “Not if you visit them often...it makes them happy too...” The mother then smiled and the memory fades to another, or perhaps a dream? The woman can’t remember which.

 

Two children are playing, both girls, and they seemed happy and carefree. They were playing tag...the mali’thill child seemed to be smiling wide. “Can’t catch me!” The other child, older, with a burn scar on her face and the mali’thill woman recognized as her best friend from long ago, smirked as she chased her. “Oh yeah? Watch me, just you wait!” They run into the graveyard, and the older child paused at a grave site, she stopped and stared at it. It was the grave of another child, a stranger. The mali’thill child noticed this and ran back to see what caused her best friend to stop. “What is it? Is something wrong?” The other child did not answer, instead she walked around, where she picks a lonely red flower, almost looks like fire, and walks back to the grave, planting it where the grave was. The mali’thill watched in silence, frowning in confusion. The best friend then closed her eyes and held her head low, in respect, and the mali’thill tried her best to match what she was doing. After a long moment of silence, the older girl spoke. “...Death can be sad...y’know?” A pause. “Some die leaving loved ones behind, but some die alone...and it’s sad to think if they wanted to be alone or not...or wanted to have someone...” She took a deep breath. “No one should be alone...it’s their choice if they want to be but...that’s why I did this...to make this person not so lonely...” The girl then stood up and gave a smile, perhaps one of determination. “It also gives me a reminder, to live life! That’s what life is about, right? To live it?” The mali’thill stood in amazement, but she gave a smile back, nodding. “Y-Yeah!” “Keep that in mind, okay? Now...you might wanna start running...” The mali’thill paused. “Why?” “Before I tag you!” The best friend laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a fifteen second head start, okay?” The older girl smirked and it all fades to reality.

 

The mali’thill then shook her head, with her reasoning in mind. She came here so to give respects to the man who had died. Yes, she never knew him, or even may not have met him. But she didn’t care. She didn’t care if this wasn’t the social normal right now. She wanted the man to be happy, and even not be alone. She wanted him to rest in peace, so his soul can move in. She never really knew about an afterlife, but she hoped the man would still be happy. Even if she was a stranger.

 

The mali’thill woman then began to plant the flowers carefully. Once that was done, she pulled out a note she had written. And set the note beside the flowers. The note read like this:

 

“Pelilasdir Vontia’athem,

To a man, who I may not know, yes, but even then, I still cry for the dead. I hope you live happy now, maybe beyond here...and that you are not alone...know that your loved ones will always love you, that they will never forget you, that you are someone who had loved and was loved. Don’t forget the good sides, the good memories, and I hope you rest in peace.

 

To the loved ones of Pelilasdir Vontia’athem,

I can only wish the best for you, I am sorry for the pain and the situation caused...I only pray he didn’t suffer badly in the end, and that he is happy. But don’t forget him. Remember all the happy memories, the laughs, the inspirations, the happiness that he gave and shared. With best wishes to heart.

 

Sincerely,

Ariselle

 

[!] A poem was also added to the bottom of the note. It read:

 

“Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Even in or no crime.

They still shine,

But none brighter than you,

Some may not have a clue,

But you shined silver, tears that mark a tale, at least for a stranger.”

 

Once the woman had set all her items down, she stood up, speaking softly. “Rest in peace, llir, I only hope you are happy.” And then the woman made her trail away, but not without finally crying.

[Criala 729]

It took time for the news of Pelilasdir's death to reach Eraami. With putting together lessons plans for the students of the Healing Institute, Peliasdir being one of those students, she'd been busy. She had been wondering why Pelilasdir hadn't been present at the last couple she'd held, but she had just assumed there were other things he'd been busy with, and that he'd be able to attend future lessons. 

 

The news stopped the elfess in her tracks, her eyes widening. Not once had she thought that his death had been the reason for his absence.

 

"Oh, Pelilsadir..." It was whispered, her hand lifting to cover her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes, though they did not fall. "I hope you're at peace, Pelilasdir... It won't be the same with out you..."