Fare Thee Well

[Treshure 5817]

@Mumkey @Hedonism

 

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Peace reigned. Thexan Ithelanen’s eyes surveyed the scape of forest and brush, rolling over cobbled cliffs and spilling aneath the hills below. Songbirds dallied in the branch and air, blissfully unaware of this capsule of nature. Nigh a century prior, his own forests were filled with woe; a nascent Bronze Rebellion rose in defiance and power. A burgeoning Dominion wrestled for control on the world stage. And in the dying throes of this Princedom, Thexan unearthed and risen a relic of his own people: The Kingdom of Gladewynn. As the forest withers and regrows, so did the governments and traditions of his own kind. For the blood and toil he spilt for Elvenkind, all moves on. And now, peace reigns.

 

He gave a last longing glance to the solemn glades. Thexan turned and entered a cave of undergrowth, finding himself deep within this natural world. He never returned.

 

“But I am not a Man, and this land is not for me. There waits a mountaintop: cold and frigid. A forest, vicious and deep. And in these lands forgotten, aye, a home for me.”

 

Spoiler

A farewell to a long played and beloved character. Thank you for everyone who partook in that journey with me.

 

[Guzr 2050]

Grizurk'Raguk sits in Stargush’Stroh, having had remembered fighting the elf in the Ork-Elf atlas war. He delivers a salute of respect to a fellow soldier, even if they were of opposing sides.

[Guest]

As eras wane so to do the people who defined them.

 

Rimlav Ithelanen. Thexan Ithelanen. Arcann Ithelanen. Many famed warriors and scholars of the clan had come and gone.

 

But one thing was certain. Luara, Morea and Moccus watch over them all. And Thexan has now joined his brothers and sisters in the beyond.

 

Rest in Peace, Thexan Ithelanen.