Onyx Isolation

[Dakirennis 959]

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Atop steed and wolf the kin of the moon had set out under Luara’s guidance and with the cloak of night to protect them as they made their pilgrimage to the frozen north. The sky began to turn to a soft pink as they left the forests, facing only the barren mountains before them. Dak’ir’s breath rose into the air as they stared at their next journey.

“Somewhere in these far cliffs we shall find the peace we seek. A mount worthy of calling home and practicing our faith. Our dream in Vira’ker fell long ago… Vulnir and Avurak’s dream will never be realized in that port state. I’ve faith in Xavis but I believe our home too far gone. To void mages and druids, pale-skins and to those of darker persuasion. Perhaps those of faith will seek us out, to learn the secrets of their people and their heritage. But for now, I see no place for us in this lost city. May the Ancestors and Spirits watch over the ‘Ker who remain… If they even care anymore.”

The kinsmen of clans Des’Nox and Isilioleth shifted uneasily before moving forward. Their resolve strengthened by their hope and faith. And the promise of peace through isolation.
 

[Wrynn 1349]

The shifting of ‘Ker didn’t go unnoticed by Tedyn and the other Dark Elves that had found refuge within Krugmar. Although it was certainly sad to look upon the path that Vira’Ker had taken, he still smiled at the fact his brothers had chosen to walk another.

 

”Not long now.” He’d mumble to himself, the smile soon fading.

[ThumperJack 927]

Lyth’ros Des’nox looked onward as he trekked across the land, grunting softly under his breath in annoyance of a rock stuck in his boot.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

A Mali’ker gives a sad but fond smile of the memories of  the isolation from the world beyond.