Honour & Regret [PK]

[Fekr 424]

 

The death of Thalion Araen Drakon

 

12th of the deep cold, 1836

 

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He wrote on a page...

 

" Pure white lands sweeping across the horizon, untouched by agents of evil. Deep-dark towers of bark covered in dark greens, sprouting out of this desolate terrain. Bright blue icicles reaching onwards towards a starry-night sky, crystals gleeming and refracting beams of starlight outwards as if a performance for only my eyes to see. Wildlife having left prints in the snow, directed the way to their burrows and nests as if inviting me along. A single lit fire illuminating the folliage around itself, hues of red & orange obsorbed by the overwhelmingly white territory. "

 

 

 White lands always reminded him of his home in Atlas yet that was taken from him. Dark trees reminded him of his hunting trips with father yet he was taken from him. The blue icicles reminded him of the Ivae'Fenn, his own role within it over the countless wars and conflicts, yet it was all taken from him. Wildlife leaving imprints in the snow reminded him of the once-competant leadership of his people, always creating paths for others to recognise & follow yet that competant leadership was taken from them. A single lit fire reminded him of the brothers and sisters he made along his way through the past three-hundred years of life, each one of their deaths engained within memory, they were all taken from him.

 

 

With a large sigh the Fenn' said:

 

"Of all the atrocities committed, none are soo brutal as those originating from incompetance" 

 

giving into the idea that although he gave his utmost, it was all still his own incompetance which led to these numerous outcomes. Drinking through the night and feeding into his affinity with Ikurn'Valai, the Fenn' unbuttoned his clothes by the fire revealing the numerious scars, injuries and missing parts of flesh healed over by skin, incurred through nearly three-hundred years of perpetual war. His breathing was shaky at-best, the pain in his body had been growing more and more for a year now, he was certain his time would soon come.

 

On the eve of the next day he painstakingly placed his armour on, grasping onto his trident and using it as leverage to stand up. Once fully equiped he set out through the wilderness, taking on the many different beasts of the cold north, each time becoming a little more worse off, each time gaining more injuries, each time incuring damage upon his Drakon armour...

 

Muttering to himself once more through the gasps for breath: "none... soo brutal... as those... originating... from incompetance"  falling onto a knee in the face of a large white bear, the Drakon contemplated his choice for a single second as the bear rose itself up on two feet, yet still, gaining a decisive look upon his face he'd jab up and catch the bear in the neck with the three prongs of his trident, losing his own strength to hold the weight of such a beast, the bottom of the trident fell and dug deep into the ground, a white bear hung from atop its prongs.

 

The Drakon would set himself upright gasping for air and severely wounded, leaning against the corpse and smacking the side of the white bear a few times, he'd say: "A shame... that..." he'd cough up some blood before continuing "would've made... a nice rug... for the bathroom" his breath continued to slow as the large Elf, dawned in ruined armour, leaned against a large body of white fur, the ruined metal parts of the armour now bent inwards and pierced him.

 

 witnessing the Pure-white lands infront of him, the dark-bark trees, the bright-blue icicles and the now burnt-out fire... the Mali'Fenn drew his last breath.

 

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Knowing his time to be running out, he left a series of notes days prior,

 

the first to his wife, left at her bedside: (( @Starlight))

 

" Dearest Estelle,

 

We both know the difficulties that faced our kin daily, and I hope you remember each one of those difficulties not for the tough times they created, but rather each of those that I faced head-strong, and at times alone. You know of my numerous injuries, you've seen them countless times and aside from that you still believed me invincible, yet you also knew a Drakon plans to die in service to his kin.

 

Unfortunitely, I am not invincible and I will die, perhaps not in military service, yet still a death in service to our people. I was saved in vain, I tell you now that my injuries will take me soon and I sense you have also known for a while now, perhaps by the time you find this note I will have already passed. Yet even so, do not fall into disarray, I will not allow my death to be one of shame.

 

For this is the last time I dawn my armour, for this the last time I wield my weapon, any & all hostile beasts I encounter lurking near the Fennic' Remnant will perish at my feet and eventually, I too will perish at the feet of one of these beasts, yet I will go honourably, taking many beasts with me, and succeeding in making our lands that little bit more safe for our kin and for our daughter. I must apologize to you Estelle, I will be spending my last moments alone, as much as one wishes to die in the company of love and comfort: I will not allow you nor anyone else to witness the unsightly view of witnessing yet another prideful-Drakon in his last moments of life, I welcome death and I will welcome you when it is your time to join me in Fin’ciwn when Wyrvun judges you worthy.

 

 

Signed, Thalion"

 

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A second note was left in the room of the Matriarch of the Drakon bloodline: (( @Sygnus_ @Little_Lulah))

 

" Honoured leader of the Drakon bloodline,

 

I write to you as a notice, I am Thalion Araen Drakon and I bid you warning. It is known that I did not join the reformed Ivae'Fenn under Vytrek, nor did I stay in the new settlement, and yet still I have served more time in rank and as an officer than anyone else, yet I will not recieve military honours for my death.

 

I fulfilled my responsibilities and what was due, and just like you I once served as the leader of the bloodline and for many Elven-years I built us up as one of, if not the strongest of all the families, so I demand of you: Do not let all that has been built fall into disarray, do not forget our values, our traditions. We are loyal, we are truthful, we are honourable and we are natural-born leaders, guide onto better tomorrows. 

 

Even now, as you read this letter I am assuring that my last moments are ones of honour, I will not fail our blood and I will not bring shame to our name. No matter what you hear of me, remember all that I have done, whilst it may not have been perfect, I did my utmost and encurred great loss in the process. Should you fail to uphold our bloodline I am certain Wyrvun will judge you unworthy and to your own fortune you would avoid encurring my wrath upon arriving in Fin'ciwn. 

 

Recover my body in the forests to the west, lead our people well and perhaps host a party or two to lighten hearts.

 

 

Signed, Thalion-Araen of the Drakon Bloodline

retired Sentinel of the Ivae'Fenn"

 

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A third note was placed under the door of Vytrek Tundraks personal room: (( @Monkee))

 

" Chosen of Wyrvun,

 

I, Thalion-Araen of the Drakon line call upon your resolve, do not follow in your fathers footsteps, do not yet again thrust us into more pointless war on the behalf of those who would not do the same for us. Of all those we aided and protected in the past, none have cared to return the good faith, even now as our Princedom devolves into a remnant they dare not show their face to you, they dare not after soo long tempt you with shallow excuses of their poor faith.

 

As a Drakon I can only emphasize our traditional views; If war is inevitable then let it be upon all those who have foresaken us, the other Elven-kin care little for us, let war wage against those who talk of their might but fail to field enough military might to fend off common bandits. Though we spoke rarely, you were one of character and I do not believe you nor your brothers care to walk the path of your deranged father. 

 

Im sure you will hear word of my actions and their repercussions, yet do not think me a fool. I set the standard for all Drakon who come after me, right now resolve & duty must take precedence. Do not fail them.

 

Signed, Thalion-Araen of the Drakon Bloodline

retired Sentinel of the Ivae'Fenn"

 

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The fourth note was slid under the Sylric manor door, meant for a friend (( @GrimDeValhalla))

 

" Mister old & ugly,

 

Taveric, I have done something idiotic and impulsive once again, im sure you will find out soon enough. I'll be seeing our comrades in Fin'ciwn soon, im sure you'll end up here soon too with your old age. Right now I face down my last day of battle, my old injuries ache though my resolve has never been stronger than now. I may not have been present during the past few years but im sure with your own resolve you may once again pull your bloodline out of obscurity.

 

Im sure your time will come and you will come face-to-face with Wyvrun, if he judges you too ugly to enter I would completely understand his decision, though I am also sure that if you mentioned the great Thalion Drakon Sentinel in the Ivae'Fenn of the Princedom of Fenn, and your role as my trusty-side kick, he'll be sure to let you in. I don't believe much needs to be said, I figured it was best that you found out this way than through someone else. 

 

Make sure whoever leads Drakon went I am gone, that they recover my body and I am not left to rot. Get to me before the animals strip my bones of flesh and ideally do it with haste, with your age you may never know how soon you'll keel over and with a face like that you may just be killed for no reason at all. Do be safe, and send Velatha my regards.

 

Signed, Thalion

retired Sentinel of the Ivae'Fenn"

 

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(( OOC disclaimer: ))

 

(( If you haven't gotten a letter or been told by someone who has, then you don't know about his death. ))

[Monkee 7369]

Vytrek Tundrak stills as his silvery gaze takes in the contents of the letter; by its first few lines, he surmises the fate of the Drakon elder, and his former comrade-in-arms. How quickly that generation of 'fenn was fading away, he marveled; yet, how long their memory would linger, he determined. Carefully, that parchment is set aside, and plans for a funeral are made. The soldier would receive his due rest.

[Starlight 46]

At early sunrise a sleepy figure would wake up alone as an unknown eerie feeling would creep up on her. Her eyes that seemed to hold Ice slowly turned to a letter  that was placed beside her side of the bed, the feeling of familliar warmth accompanied  as she touched the letter, giving a small giggle before she opened it. ''You are always full of suprises.''  Her  warm small giggle faded  as  quickly as snow melted  infront of the sun. A Trail of warm salty tears  now streaming down the Mali' her face.  With small trembling hands she placed one on her mouth and the other held the letter as she read on,  a silence followed as she finished  the letter.  She sat on the floor beside their bed with uncontrollable cries coming from her for what seemed like forever, that was until someone came for her.

 

In Ikur'fiyem the day slowly passed as  a messy blue haired Mali'fenn  by the name of Estelle Drakon, would  sit kneeled  and head towards the floor infront of the newly placed body, that Morael had carried gently and personally to the square. 

 

Her  head turned to the man that was infront of her, the soul who had teached, loved , protected and cared for her  for as long as she could remember. The  exact soul who now slept silently  infront of her as snow  that was passed by wind.

 

For what seemed like the first time since  two centuries, Estelle could be seen with a crown of dried flowers in her lap, something she seemed to always carry on her head.  As the day slowly passed those who would come to see the now silent soul, could hear soft sobs and a frozen spot on the floor  of where tears would here and there drop on the stone. No words were spoken by her  as she sat infront of the forever sleeping, one  she once called her husband and father of their daughter.  Only whispers were told the moment she saw him that were carried by the silent breeze. ''May you be treated kindly and with gentle laughters untill we see eachother again. I hope you will wait for me there.''   

[Lulah 110]

The bejewled woman, her silouhette almost limping, had carried the body into the square with her own hands. A willowy thing of six foot, such a feet was not impossible. Though brief words were swapped between priestess and prince, the moments had spead most thin as she pleaced the body before the peace altar for all to see. As all Ivae'fenn were, his death was to be publicly honoured. 

"Thalion, you have always been a Drakon of honour..." Eyes drooped with grief, and fingertips blushed with cold brought the elven man's own to a close. "Rest now, find fen'ciwn and be held in Wyvrun's embrace."

The priestess then went to wash out and hide the mans wounds, for as he was in fen'ciwn now where his wounds were gone, those who came would see him as such. There is no pain in Wyvrun's realm...