THE LOSS OF MERILON VISAJ

[Ankan 2875]

 

 

In dangerous lands far from the Motherland, a young High Elven boy had been lost. Though even then, his disappearance was quickly announced in the Blessed Bastion upon the peak in the north. A menacing pre-dawn chill; cold wind pummeling the stunned, disconcerted Citizenry gathered.

 

The bell rang, and more children of silver took to the square. The Visaj Sohaer stood tall, as he always did, but his shoulders were long dropped and a troubled expression had taken root. He waved his hands about just as he did orders, and the Sillumiran; the proud silver host, stood in line awaiting further commands. The Uradir Okarir’san rallied the Blessed Citizenry, who brought both sword and armour. The body of the High Elven boy had yet to be found.

 

The searching party of High Elves departed the Silver Stronghold, travelling far-south. Silir Uradir and Dimaethor Visaj led the party through Llyrian land, paths shadowed by thick spruce. Passing ritualistic circles of blood and stepping over anomalous clawed roots, the group had found nothing but the realisation of the tragedy which had struck them.

 

The Eternal Flame of Larihei was extinguished, the shame of their failure weighing heavy on the shoulders of all.

 

Merilon Visaj was gone.

 

By word of mouth and by bird to those travelling, the news of the death spread like fire in a thick Elven forest. The Mali’aheral, as tradition compelled them to, prepared for a ceremony in the square.

 

The Ceremony will be held in exactly one day.

 

[[TODAY IN ONE HOUR, 01:30 CEST, 00:30 BST, 7:30 PM EST]]

 

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[Ixli 1472]

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[Kiiwi 1440]

Ayliana Visaj pulls out a peice of parchment, getting some charcoal and drawing a big “F” on it, a single tear dropping down her cheek as she holds up the F for the homie.

[Vermy 1484]

Sulraell doesn’t shed a tear, instead he simply stares at the torch being lit ”Ok”