From Silver to Senile

[MrSyth 636]

The Silver Serpent turned Senile

 

Two centuries ago, an old okarir decided he would leave the city once more, having watched it peril so many times, in order to find peace and purpose on the road. Unfortunately, none was found, and the elf eventually found himself tired, as he came across a tomb. Long forgotten by the world, he went to take a nap within, not to wake for many seasons.

A few elven weeks ago, a worn-out, filthy, shivering figure approached the gates of the new Haelun’or. Glorious as it was, the old bearded elf could not help but gasp now and then as he was let through, and offered shelter by the descendants of his past neighbors. Soon, he found himself comfortable, bathed and welcomed once more. The times had changed, the sands of time had worn out his already tiresome bones, and as he nearly dared to enter the second millennium of his lifetime he simply sat down and observed the thriving society he had spent so long working for. He could finally settle again.

And so he did, and kept doing, for weeks, somehow continuing to struggle to get acquainted with the new faces and streets, stuck in a cruel loop, or so he thought. His mind sometimes became crystal clear as he reminisced about the old days and laughed about them, yet other times it placed him right back in those very old days, causing him confusion and anger. The few faces he recognized helped him remain lucid from time to time, yet sometimes, he was unable to grasp the present, until…

One lovely afternoon, as a few sunbeams lit up the square like spotlights, and the old-timer was having a stroll, he was distraught to see a dark elf had broken into the city. Thinking he had scared that same dark elf off hours ago, he asked why the younger mali’thill around him did not intervene. Confused and angered at the laziness of the citizens, he only saw one option: Getting rid of the degeneracy himself. Tapping the floor with his staff as he did in the olden days, the old figure struggled to remain upright, his already frail being slowly appearing as if it could collapse in on itself at any moment. At the same time, the pavestones in the square rumbled. Lanterns swung from side to side by their chains before snapping off, leaves fled their branches and dust circled the square as the tapping of the old elf’s staff became louder and louder, its heel digging into the stones below. A minor earthquake disrupted the most peaceful afternoon until soon enough, the old elf lost grip on his staff and collapsed onto the ground himself, only to be dragged to a bed to rest by Crumena.

 The staff that was left behind was picked up and tossed from person to person for a while by the citizens that had just witnessed the presumably crazed old elf’s rampage. As it entered Seth Calith’s hands, the silver snake that “decorates” the cane suddenly turned its head toward him and started hissing, allowing for it to be dropped again as soon as possible before slithering across the square toward any metals it could find within its vicinity. Before snapping at a few others and causing too much havoc, Crumena returned, now supporting the old figure that ravaged the place mere hours before. This time far more lucid, the elf insisted everyone got their distance from the staff, even requiring Crumena to shoot the thing out of the hands of a sillumir. He then rushed to get the tiny hissing construct in his grasp, managing to calm it down as the situation sketched him proper suspicious. Finding himself at the worse end of a crossbow, the elf apologized and scurried back home, to lock himself in for a while.

An elven week passed, and Silvos returned again. Dressed in a refurbished nostalgic coat, his beard no longer adhering to the boundaries of his face and wrinkles lining his every feature like canyons, he smiled upon the city and its citizens once more. Now keeping busy around the underground laboratory where some elaborate chemistry equipment had started lining the walls, and often seen napping in the tavern, Silvos felt he had found his place in his old society again.

“Dear Larihei, it’s good to be back.”

OOC:

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Just a lil’ postypost I wanted to make about being back, now that it seems like it might last longer than just a little nostalgic look back. Anyway, whatever.