[PK] At Long Last, A Soldier's Rest

[Monkee 7369]

 

Another sleepless night. Sitting upon the edge of his bed, Aelthir Tundrak II lofted a shaky hand, wiping the sweat from his brow. The morning’s silence was eerie – not at a comparable to the metallic din of battle that rocked his every dream. He could not close his eyes without seeing them; the dead of a dozen battles strewn before him. One night, it was the Sack of Tar’sil that he had witnessed as a child, his defenseless kin cut down in droves. The next, he rode alongside Grand King Bastion Ireheart and King Tobias Staunton, now naught but ghosts of the Axiosan Coalition War. This night, it had been the War of the Two Emperors. A dozen peace treaties, he had witnessed. None brought him peace.

Moving to his feet, the Snow Elf hobbled over to stand before a mirror. Reaching up, he lightly touched the dark circles under his eyes. He was tired. He had never truly slept since Tar’sil, when he was naught but a child. Raised in war, he was not even old enough to be coronated until after the Axiosan Coalition War had come to a close.

With furrowed brow, his gaze drifted about. Blinded in one eye. Only half of a right ear, the elongated flesh tattered and torn. Pink scars dotted and streaked across his pale form; the marks of a dozen wars. At not even two hundred years old, he was a broken man.

Turning, he paced forth, pulling on his clothes. Upon his bed, he placed his armor, crown, and spear – which at this point, had become as much a part of him as his own skin. To walk without their familiar weight felt odd. Next to them, he placed a few letters, before departing. They read as follows:

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An Address to the Snow Elven People:

To serve as your Grand Prince has been the honor of my life. You are everything to me. Nearly two centuries ago, when our people were once more scattered to the wind with the Sack of Tar’sil, I was but a child. Before even coming of age, I sacrificed my childhood to regather you, and to fight for you. Since then, I have toiled to build for you the safe haven that you deserve. I have fought our enemies, and I have made peace with our enemies. But, I have no sweat left to expend, and no blood left to bleed. Now that peace is secure, and you are safe, I must seek my own peace.

I leave you in the care of Aelthos Tundrak III, my son, who will ascend to the throne in my place. You are in good hands.

I ask only that you cherish the peace and prosperity that we have fought for, and hold dear the values of honor, justice, and duty that define our people.

Legend tells us that Wyrvun hid a path directly to Aira’fin at the bottom of one of the many icy lakes that dot His realm, so that those bold enough may seek out the afterlife. I depart for where I know it to be, and do not intend on returning. Body and soul, I shall leave this realm.

Do not pity me, for at long last, I shall be at rest; an eternal slumber alongside our ancestors.

Sincerely,
Aelthir Tundrak II
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To Aelthos Tundrak III:

You have made me a proud father. To you, I leave my life’s work – our people. You have been my appointed heir, and shall inherit my titles. You know the throne to be the burden that it is. Like so many of our blood before us, you understand what it means to be a Tundrak – a life of duty, service, sacrifice, and honor. Take good care of our people.

Affectionately,
Aelthir Tundrak II
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To Aeluin Tundrak II:

To you, I leave my shield. You have more martial potential than any other Tundrak. With time, I would hope you will come to understand what it means to be the shield of our people. You may be my nephew, but I love you like a son. I shall be with your father soon. Oft we spoke of the qualities that define a Tundrak. If there is one that you should take away from me, at the end of the day, it is sacrifice – not only to die for your people, but to live for them, as I have done. I wish you happiness, for you deserve it.

Affectionately,
Aelthir Tundrak II
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Treading through the icy waters, the Snow Elf felt no chill. Rather, as he carried on, a warmth gradually filled him. Glancing upwards, he took one last look at Hesin’fin, before diving deep beneath the surface. Darker and darker it grew, until finally, the Snow Elf swore he saw the surface on the other side. And so, with a smile, he swam towards eternal slumber.

 

Thus passed Aelthir Tundrak II.

 

 

 

 

I’ve been NL of Fenn for 5 years straight. It’s been an amazing experience. Those of you who know me know that I’ve been very tired, and planned on pking after this war no matter the results. Aelthir II’s been a very important character for me, and I’ve mained him for like 3 years or something at this point. With this, I’m either leaving LotC, or taking a very long break. I might hop on from time to time for casual rp or pvp, but there’s a lot I wanna do irl, and so LotC will no longer be a focus for me. Thank you for helping me write such an amazing narrative.

 

 

 

[Thornz 549]

Mah’r Volaren wins. Ez outlived

[PCSwift 1422]

Is the other side lore approved?

[ABruhMoment 609]

Aesilnoth would shut his eyes and drop to kneel. For the man he was sworn to protect, as well as one of his closest friends was gone. He’d mutter a prayer to Wyrvun for Aelthir’s safe travel to Aira’fin. “We shall meet again in time, my dear friend.” He’d say to himself, though something told him Aelthir would hear.

[KeiaTypeBeat 3287]

((O7

[EnderMaiashiro 664]

Velatha Sylric once again bows her head as she puts away her chest of embalming supplies, “Too many too soon... will it never end?... They are all too young...” Tears fell from her remaining eye as she sealed Aelthir’s medical file with a wax seal bearing the Tundrak bloodline’s crest.

[1_Language_1 1671]

((Noooo! Not another Aelthir! The first one was my favourite.))

[Maury 411]

Airebys would clutch his Wyrvun statuette close to his chest and clench his eyes shut, breathing a silent prayer to Wyrvun that Aelthir might find safe route to his realm of eternal slumber. He knew that he would finally find rest, and find rest beside his family. His thoughts wander to Ailduin and Celaena, and a deep, howling sob escapes his throat in the solitude of his bedchamber. “Ito nae elannil’Wyrvun!”

((See you around Ryan, it’s been a bumpy ride since I joined but I’ve enjoyed it the entire way. Take care of yourself man.))

[ThumperJack 927]

A doctor looked up from his desk of papers and reports at the sound of three bell chimes, his silvery brows tightening into a knot as he lifted his hand up to rub at his eyes whilst muttering a soft prayer to Wyrvun, “Farewell, good Prince.”

[squakhawk 14043]

Illythia would look out in the distance to the snowcapped city.
”I can’t say I’ve ever been on your side, I never got to properly know you. Still would’ve liked too. Rest well.”

[NolandTheNovice 276]

Krenanteon Stolt’aroloth looked out upon the snow-capped peaks of Fenn after reading the last words of his liege, looking solemn but shedding no tear. It would not be the last time he would see his dear friend. The emerald-eyed elf looked down upon the old Stolt’aroloth map that he had shown his Prince, the location of one gleaming frosted lake. A small smirk fell upon his face as he locked it away in the Stolt library and called out to his grandfather and brother, ”I think it’s time for a trip.”

[Vindicant 642]

((It takes some serious nads to lead a nation, let alone for so long like you did. Big respect.))

[Nate1450 111]

“Even though I did not know you for long, I had the utmost respect for the way in which you led our nation. May Wyrvun guide you.” Virion Tathvir would state to himself as he made his way to the Temple to pray.

[Unwillingly 18133]

“Aelthir has passed on?”

Cyrene felt no sadness at that moment. Only guilt. Despite the harm she had brought to the snow elven people as a bronze soldier, despite the battles and deaths, despite the bloodshed of past years... when she sought asylum after falling from grace from a throne of royalty, the one who she once called an enemy granted her a home within his city. He granted her safety and protection. She feels guilty that she has been shown forgiveness and mercy when she deserved execution and exile. For that, she feels guilt.

For this, she feels sorrow. 

“Rest well, Aelthir.” 
 

[Dqnn 117]

((I got sick of being a leader after a month, I have no idea how you did it for FIVE years.))

 

From his retirement home in Rosenyr, Connor Mudd hears of the snow prince’s passing. 

 

“Rest well friend, for you have deserved it.”