The Never-ending Pyre

[UmbreScye 535]

The Never-ending Pyre

16^th of Sun’s Smile, 1757

 

[!] The Mali’aheral travel far, to reach the haunted forest of where their Sillumiran has perished. In order to honor them, they would burn his remains on this grounds, an act of defiance against the evil lurking within. However, on the second trip, many individuals were harmed during this time of mourning, only causing more havoc within the citizenry. Among the various individuals killed or brutally harmed by the entity, a letter was sent with her signature to those close to her:
 

“Hello, lliran:

    This letter most likely marks my demise, as I asked selected couriers to distribute these parchments if I did not return from a long journey. There is not much to say, the words of the dead will fall deaf to the living. I am sure, those who were close with me, understand my feelings towards them to their fullest capacity. I am completely proud of all of you, and all your future endeavors even when I am to pass. I only wish for all of my belongings to be redistributed to the entirety of the Silver State of Haelun’or. That is all I ask, and perhaps that I am sorry for leaving so soon. I will leave the White Stag Tavern in the Blessed Diarchy’s hands until they find a new owner to take over or select one of my previous employees. Ahernan, and push forward my Mali’aheral brethren. There is much to be done, and I hope you all continue your way in the face of despair.

 

Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya.

Uppori Visaj

Former Okarir, Tavernkeeper, and Guidance Councillor”

 

[!] Of course, others may be able to stumble upon such letters, as they were made for multiple individuals. However, the list of intended receivers went on for various extra parchment papers...

-= OOC =-

This is intended to be a pk post for Uppori Visaj, I had a blast on her, and thank you to @Vermyfor the amazing event. ❤️

    
    
 

[pkdon 1978]

Nehtamo Seregon sheds a tear, welcoming his good llir to the Seven Skies with open arms.”Yet another to perish so soon. Too soon.”

[Demented_Delila 1248]

The news hit like a tidal wave. It hadn’t registered, not even earlier, until then that Uppori was gone. Not even a bewitching sight of the Visaj’s last moment had made her process that precious starlight had been stifled. Wrapped hands hold herself, shoulders shaking. She could wail, she could scream, she could scratch herself till she bled… but none of it would bring her friend back. 

 

For a moment, she briefly pictures herself with the rope tied around her waist, hugging Uppori as they came out of a hole together… She makes a quiet note to hug her children more, to tell her friends she loved them. She recalls sharing tea and a bath in the old bath house, when she first met that wonderful Visaj, the way she shrieked when Erlan jumped into the water and splashed them both. She recalls it all. 

 

And she was gone. A breeze, whispering by in the leaves, she shakes her head a few times as she knew her friend wasn’t there anymore, but still could hear her voice, the sound of her laughter. All the parties the silver haired Laurir threw for the state, she had done her best to attend everyone.  She’d rub her eyes, seeing her friend out of the corner of them in all the old familiar places.

 

She wasn’t there anymore. Get ahold of yourself. 

 

Moments of wisdom, of tears and friendship. They swam in her head. Crying wouldn’t bring her back. Screaming to whatever entity would listen wouldn’t do the fair Uppori an ounce of justice. Wailing her lungs out for all the Silver Pines to hear, but none of it mattered.

 

...Even if she tried… 

 

“Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, lari’onn.”

 

The lantern snuffs out and the room falls into darkness, silence too. 

 

[Seuss 1056]

Goan Aldin enters the tavern carrying a rather large crate. He places it down on the floor, letting out a sigh of air before calling out. “UpporI! I’ve returned with the shipment! Took a while,” he stretches his arms up in the air “But I’m here now. Let’s go over the deal.”
With no response, Goan raises a brow, heading behind the counter and into the kitchen. “Uppori?” He looks through the gates of the storage room, but no one in sight. He ponders as he looks around the rest of the tavern. “What’s this?” He comes across a wooden statue carving of Uppori in the middle of the dining area. Goan Aldin calls out once more: “Uppori, you into carving now?” He asks aloud, but it seems more like he’s asking himself the question.

Goan decides to start getting to work. She’ll show up later.