The Last Master Sage [Elvira PK]

[Booklight12 481]

Some years pass, Elvira since left the realm of mortals. An old elven figure, Beranabus in the dead of night in some land beyond Aeldin eventually found himself with a letter in his hand, delivered through time and space as it was fated to meet him. The elf reads the brief letter addressed to him, and silently ponders to himself, though cannot help but grin as he looked up to the moon in its pale throne which hangs in the night sky, wreathed by green, orange, and violet aurora which slither upon the air like leylines of archaic magic leading somewhere unseen.

 

“Soon, these worlds will touch, it may be 100 years, 300, 600... A mere blink and our souls will gaze upon another once more, this I know.” 

 

The elf then folded the letter neatly, he willed it to de-materialize in his hand, crumpling in an infinitesimally small point as it returned to the void from whence it came to await the day it will be returned to its’ writer in the inconceivable future.

 

Beranabus followed the green leyline, to somewhere unseen.

[thaddeus11 75]

Just came to check in all this time. I know we hadn't done too much on the server, but you were, without a doing, the best student this old dwarf ever had.