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“𝕀 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟

𝕊𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕

ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕟

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕞𝕖

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪,

‘𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

‘𝕋𝕚𝕝 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕒𝕪.’”


Aylin never left his side in the hours, the days since she, Togrim, and Alona had carried him from the burning cave. She worked meticulously as her mother had taught her, ensuring his mortal body was peaceful so that she could fool herself that he was only sleeping and would surely wake when dawn came. 

She stood vigil over him, the utter shock of what she saw before her betraying her senses until exhaustion took her. She did not hear her friends of the Lunaran guard peer through the door and stand vigil until she remerged at dawn and asked for their help to move him. 


In the subsequent weeks, the Badawi still woke most nights with Esmond’s final moments burned into her retina, replaying over and over as guilt and grief took turns to thread each link in their chains over her heart, weighing her further.
There were other nights that still a fracture of her soul hoped he’d walk in through their bedroom door and introduce himself as Sirame Chirr once more, that the horrors that had occurred in that dark cave had been a farce. She went through life as an echo of her former self, finding solace instead in his fading scent on his clothes and bedsheets.


When she could no longer smell him, when she desperately feared she’d lose his memory like water through cupped hands, and her Badawi spirit craved to roam once more, she began her pilgrimage to the places where time’s fabric still held echoes of memory—their lives together. 


She began by standing in front of the great white dogwood tree in the de Astrean palace and touching the bark to conjure the music of her bridal walk to reverberate around her.




She moved to the hilltop where Esmond had been thoughtful and prepared a picnic with the children. She remembered just how much she had missed Annore but oh so thankful to have been reminded of what was important: family and treasure it was to spend time with one another. 





Aylin felt her heart constrict as guilt linked another weighty chain around it. How did their time together become so ephemeral, fleeting? There was so much of it that she missed so much that—

She tore herself from the hilltop, willing her feet to continue her crusade and made her way north. 



Aylin felt more like a ghost herself, displaced in time as she sat on the hill where she and Esmond raised Annore from tiny seedling til she left for Yong Ping. She yearned for the warm fireside where her husband held Fitz’s little hands and helped him stand upright. She climbed upward to the gardens that still remained and she stood on one end of the creek bidding her mother’s tradition of courtship as Esmond professed his love and intentions to her. 

To where he finally revealed himself as her love after a year of mourning him, disappearing so that the forces that hunted her would cease and he could still protect her from shadows. 





Her feet carried her Eastward where the two had vanquished brigands, to the tea house they so enjoyed. Southward she went to the golden seas where only starlight smiled down upon them that day: where she taught him about her people, her customs, bestowed him his own Jouharu and the promises that she would teach their children one day. 


She chartered a boat back to familiar Western waters and walked the paths to the Elven Kingdom, recalling how they wished to take time to explore Almaris together, and after their trip to the Elven seat, promised they would and…never did. 


A light rain had descended now as she ventured past Elysium and onward to Vortice where memories were abundant but fading at the edges due to time. She recalled their first kiss along the benches, the countless evenings she spent visiting him, cousin Eleonore and Silas, the playful brawl in the rose garden that resulted in an old friend mistaking it for trouble and intervening. She recalled confessed feelings at the marble temple, the brawl he stepped in to protect her and their unborn son, and then…

The tavern was mostly the same. Aylin swallowed and made her way to the seat by window and took her spot as she did all those years ago. 

There is beauty in simplicity,” she had said to him. What was it that he returned with? 


There is certainly beauty in simplicity, that I agree with. Just as there is beauty in intricacy and detail, among other things. All things that litter this realm are beautiful in their own way, be it something natural, like this flower Or something like this bustling port town, full of manmade life and activity, brick and labor.” 

He had given her a daisy: the recurring symbol of finding beauty in mundane, fleeting moments, in the purity, essence, and timelessness of their love. 



And it was with those words that she vowed to live the remainder of her days for him, her anchor: to remind herself to stop a while and smell the daisies. 

“I love you, too, Esmond,” she was finally able to reply. 




What an incredible journey these two cuties have taken together! Thank you so much @SpaceOddity for the incredible, soul warming RP, all the laughs, the tears, the triumphs, the heartache, and the joy. 

It has been my honour to play Esmond’s IRP wife and get to know such a wonderfully kind, talented, generous, amazing individual that absolutely shines through your writing and was so very reflected in Esmond’s personality. 

Here’s to a year of OoC friendship, I look forward to many more and any future chances we get to RP together again!

Love always,

Charbi ♡ 


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The shattering of an unopened wine bottle rang through The Drunken Bokolo. Red wine pooled across the tavern floor like blood. The barkeep's eyes remained fixated on the ground, refusing to look up at Sinsio.

Sinsio stared at the shattered glass at his feet, his mind clouded heavily with emotion.

"I'm so sorry…" the bartender whispered, almost to themself. 

Sinsio leaned down and picked up a piece of shattered glass and stared at it for a while before turning away and ambling out of the tavern like a zombie, glass crunching beneath his boots as he exited the bar. 

He walked out beyond the walls of Elysium and into the forest. Sunlight warmed his face as the remnants of the morning rain dripped onto his head. 

Sinsio sat on his knees in a clearing surrounded by tall trees. Birdsong and rustling leaves hummed quietly like a dirge. Two small shrines sat to his left, wrapped in foliage from the years. Each shrine had an item laid before them: the first one, an Aurum dagger for the Outrider Matilda. The second, Sinsio's first blade, forged by Former Head Ranger Absolon

Tears fell down his face silently as he began to construct the next shrine by stacking stones. When the work was done, Sinsio withdrew a piece of broken glass from his pocket. He laid the glass before the shrine, a label facing him that read "The Hermit's Ire Cabernet"

"You have no idea what I went through to get this one right," said Sinsio out loud in a gentle voice. "First too sweet then too dry… but I got it. I finally got it. I almost gave up, moved on to the next greatest creation, but I knew you'd like the taste. You always liked my wine, but this one…" he chuckles before tears catch in the back of his throat and he chokes on his words. Sinsio regains his breath before continuing. "...It's some of my best work. I just wish you got to try some before you left. You would've liked it." 

Grass uproots between Sinsio's fingers as he clutches the ground, his knuckles turning white. Sobs wrack him as he stares at the newest grave in the forest through blurred vision. The forest is silent, the only sound his heartbeat pounding in his head like like drum. He lays down in the grass as his body weakens, falling asleep by the shrine.

Hours pass before Sinsio wakes up. Birdsong and rustling leaves humming quietly like a dirge. His eyes opened slowly, the melting colors of the afternoon sun piercing through the canopy of the trees above. Leaves fall in slow motion, circling to the ground in their dance with gravity. 

"Sleep well, Outrider."

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A Leal Wyrmstalker stiffened in her nightly patrol, her gaze drawn westwards from the eastern plains, o'er hill and across the rill. She frowned, then placing herself cross legged before the shrine which bore her camp - and she looked to the words carven upon worn stone. A golden helmet, a replica of that bore by a man far greater than any of her fellows, greeted her countenance then. She lit a candle, and placed it upon the altar. 


"Carry them gently this good night, Brother Athna. Ne'er will I know all my kindred, but I will mourn their passing all the same. Whoever they were - let their name echo for aeons. Let their deeds be legend." 

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"Picture a wave in the ocean...and then it crashes on the shore, and it's gone. But the water is still there. The wave returns to the ocean, where it came from. And where it's supposed to be. Esmond Reede de Astrea lived and died a quiet, selfless hero.."

A forlorn Duke rests his hands on the stalwart mastercraft blade he had made for his student, to commemorate his successes with the trial of brotherhood as he gazes to the Dawnspire, moving off to light a candle.

"To the Sunlit Lord, We Pray"


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Heavy plate sabatons echoes across the Elysian square as two Lunaran Guards headed into the Clinic, striding down the stairs in a quickened pace as the third amongst them brought up the rear, the Red headed elfess signialling for the others to move more quieter. 

          Nodding to the red head Lunah stepped forward and gently unlocked the door and peered inside, opening it wide as they gazed upon the scene inside. With heavy hearts and quietness they slowly closed the door once more and locked it. Nodding to one another Lunah and the other Lunaran Guard took up posts on either side of the Door and stood vigil, the red head moving to sit on the nearby couch. The trio would stand there well into the night and into the next day, barely moving a muscle until morning came.

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Raw Leika stood there, the news told as soon as she walked through the gates of the palace. Was it the alcohol flowing through her nerves or just maybe the thoughts that swirled in her lately? Her feet transported her to the one person she was never very intimate  with- Aylin. Embracing her sister with all she could the moment she could.  

Thinking back to the very moments she met, Esmond at their wedding and the smile that abducted everyone. First meeting  their children giggling within the corridors, not a single care in the world blowing a dwarven horn. Waking everyone up-  It felt like only moments ago.  A moment that they could grasp and keep there-but like smoke, the wisps of his very being grazed past the fingers of everyone they cherished.

His memory powerful Smokey smothering the city in anguish. 

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The note from her mother dropped from trembling hands; Nisreen stood frozen in shock, disbelief. It was impossible - but why would she write if it was not true? The first place she went was not the clinic; it was to a tree, in the park, where her father had first taught her how to fight. And she swung her weapon at that tree until bark flew from it's trunk and Nisreen knelt upon the sodden earth, the tears a heavy burden that kept her from standing.


Then, and only then, after her tears had dried and she'd composed herself into one of silent, stubborn resignation, did she make her weary way to the clinic to bid farewell to Esmond Reede de Astrea, her father, for the last time.

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Pyrin say silent within his private quarters, head held low, and his hands clenched upon the missive tightly. Spasiba Herzen Reede.” The Mali’ker’s thoughts raced over the mental states of the Edmonds kin and beloved. “To what will happen of her?” Stated curiously. “Wielkae epaem cehz.”

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❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

As the news spreads like wildfire of the death of Esmond Reede, it took everyone for a turn. In the darkest night of the forests a small 'ker sat in fear. After hearing the news of her father's passing, Annore sat alone in mourn. The elfess did not know what to do, she continued in her thoughts, thinking back to the earliest memories of her father.


The small 'ker walking around the streets of the old Elysium, running into the man way before he was the one, she called Utata, offering to take her home to her Umama.


A time in a small cottage in the cold lands of Norland. The two sitting within the living room as Annore learned the thing she loves and knows most, Housemagery. Esmond showing his emerald aura to the child and giving her the thing most precious to her in life, the beautiful carrot plushie she brings everywhere, even as an adult.

Year later, her father worried for her and the trials she was doing, put her life on the line for them. Annore remembered get scolded so much for, but did not care in the time...


The two talking endlessly on how Annore so badly wanted a baby during some time, always around each other; having as simple as a drink or watching him smith...


Even just going to him about her beloved, he was always there for her, every step of the way; but it was she that was not there for him in his dying times...


As she continued to think, she would look up at the stary night with tears filled within her eyes, letting out a small wisp "Another goes I suppose, say hello to Umakhulu for me Utata.. rest well, you are dearly missed..." Before long, the 'ker moved off back to the nation of Elysium to those she called family in silence.

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

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A hooded figure sat by the fire somewhere in the jungles, with an enormous wolf chewing on the corpses of descendants behind it. As the figure threw some bones into the fire, it let out a strange chant "Lûp’Dlimbok…..Krank-ghashanuz!." As the chant finished, the fire would suddenly explode in size, as the hooded figure saw visions of the past, present and the future, as a chained up elf, told the news and the story about the death of an unknown man. "Hmmmm......mi haz been peepin ta mayke a interezting memury kome ta lyfe.....Perhapz diz azh....." He says to himself as his voice trails off,  as the figure continues staring into the fire.

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A mali dressed in white plated armor stained with crimson had departed from the clinic to give time to the beloved llir, Aylin Reede de Astrea and her heroic loveable late husband, Esmond Reede de Astrea. Alona went after her husband, Togrim, to ensure safety and his mental state. 


They return back to the Vanari household to retell the most heart touching and heart aching events that she witnessed that day. It would replay vividly in her mind, hearing the sounds over and over again. It all ceased as she took a deep breath gripping tightly onto Togrim’s arm looking towards him. “All for Esmond.” She would say with a sharp pain in her voice as the elfess came to the struggling end. Holding onto Togrim and her son Voldar tightly as she kept Esmond in her mind, mumbling to herself as she cried.





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Upon receiving the news of the death of her friend and brother, the frail, old woman turns her gaze to the fireplace across the room. Tears slowly form, filling her ice-blue eyes. She sits in silence for a moment, thinking back to their beginnings in what was once known as Talon’s Port. She brings herself to chuckle slightly at a distant memory.


“I remember when he slept on our couch.”


Her mind drifts further to warm fire-side nights they shared in Silas’s living room, to his support to her family during the darkest of times. The excitement of the Badawi bridal party hunt, and finally, at last, when he wed her cousin within the palace. she smiles softly, letting out a long sigh.


“You are missed dearly, Esmond.”


She looks across the room to a de Astrean family portrait hanging upon the wall.


“Perhaps I will join you soon, wherever you are.”


She closes her eyes, allowing the tears that gathered in her eyes to flow down cheeks.


“I will see you on the other side.”




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