Mourning the Lost

[Moenah 1069]

[!] Flyers made of rice paper would be distributed across Talons, the calligraphy written in Li-Wen, ink brush strokes seen across the top of the paper. There would be a brief poem to start off the flyer, only legible to those who could read Li-Wen.

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“The cool pool reflects the crescent like an eyebrow.

During the night, for the ghosts, I pray and bow.

Winds send the phosphorus lights back toward the West.

Twinkling stars and floating fireflies are at peace now.”

 

 

 

Mourning the Lost

 

Four elven days ago, our community was stricken with unimaginable grief as the people of our city, in our own district, had their lives so suddenly taken from them by men whose souls need not respect, nor remembrance. The living who survived their hand go on to bury the victims, still, no doubt, shaken from the entire event.

 

We ask that you join us in the funeral procession of those lost to the hands of the Tai-Ping murderers, so that their souls may find rest and peace.

 

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OOC: Saturday, Jan 23rd 6 PM EST

 

In traditional Li-Ren fashion, mourners and attendees are expected to wear a white headband, a show of respect for those that have passed, and avoid red, as the color symbolizes happiness, and usually worn at events such as weddings. Everyone is encouraged to bring offerings for the dead, such as food, incense, and so forth.

The procession shall be held by the Huajiao monks near the Shrines.

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Chen Yunya gaze panned over the notice, fingers lifting to grace over the column over her throat, reliving how she nearly lost her own life to the Tai Ping serial killers, the memory of their hands around her throat causing her to tremble with dread.

[Moo_bot 775]

Tianrui Ren looks solemnly on the flyer, setting aside time in the teahouse to prepare offerings for the dead, and comfort for the rest.