The Sun Sets in Honeyhill [PK]

[TakeMeT0TheFae 970]

The day started like any other, Halflings going about their peaceful life in Honeyhill.  Iris preparing her notes for the worship service that would be occurring later in the day.  Her body had already started to weaken in her old age but her spirits were high, her dream for the perfect village having almost been realized in Honeyhill under her supervision, though she still had work to do.  She made her way into the chapel, smiling around at the residents of Honeyhill, worship of Knox had reached an all time high and the words of Knox himself echoed within her mind as she took the podium. 

 

“Bring the Halflings back to their glory days.” he had said seventy years ago while visiting her in her tiny burrow in Bloomerville, and she had spent her life trying to do this.  In the last 15 years of thainship she had achieved this in her mind, leading the village to a new age of prosperity; helping the people organize against trolls, then gremlins, and lastly an army of rats who had been intent on wiping them from the map.  Even in her old age she had stood strong with her people, fighting back every foe who had threatened her people.

 

But that was then, in the present she had to focus on directing this service.  The faces of her villagers looking up at her for advice and guidance as she launched into her sermon.  But it was not but a few minutes in that a voice floated into the chapel, talking of secrets and unknown knowledge.  Determined to uncover this mystery she marched out of the fort with her villagers, soon stumbling across an insane elf who launched herself onto the wee-folk.  Having led the charge Iris was in the direct path of the elfess, who made quick work of the thain.  In a moment the thain laid dead on the ground, her head twisted to an abnormal angle and her throat missing.  In a rage the rest of the village made quick work of the assailant but it was too late for the ape druid, who now laid lifeless amongst them, the founder of Bloomerville, the first and last mayor of Bramblebury, and the Thain of Honeyhill meeting her end surrounded by those she loved the most.

 

*In the Peregrin Burrow some papers could be found sitting on her nightstand, her will having already been prepared as she grew older*

 

To the people of Honeyhill, I want to say first I love every single one of you.  Through my time as thain I have come to know you all and consider all of you family, you have shown me things I would have never imagined and made me believe in myself and our community to such a degree I did not think possible when I returned to the village back in Fort Hope.  I’m so proud of you all, please never forget that.  I have valued my time with you.

To Sorrel,
I know this is a responsibility you have never asked for and in all reality you most likely do not want.  But for the time being I pass the thainship onto you, you have served the village well as sheriff and I trust that you will lead it well as thain.  I trust you darling.  As well as this I leave you the burrow and orphanage, please care for the children within it and keep them safe through the coming days.  I also leave my full stock of herbs with you, use them well… and please take care of your sister Lily for me.

To Monkey,

My darling, my first child and light of my life. You made me a mother and that is something I cannot put into words how much it meant to me.  You have made me so proud through our time together.  I know you have been off tending to your own duties, but please know I am forever with you.

 

To Lily,

I cannot imagine how hard this is for you and I want to apologize for not being there to see you grow up.  I love you more than life itself darling, please keep living for me.  You’re such a bright spot in this dark land we call home.  I leave all the toys in the orphanage and the ones in my storage to you, as well as the lab itself.  Please take care of the animals within the observatory, they will need you moving forward.  You’re my daughter, and that will never change. I am so proud of you.

 

To Meemaw and Uncle,
You buggers really went and outlived me, the audacity.  Jokes aside you two have brought so much life into my life and I cannot thank you enough, you have been the parents to me while I helped parent the rest of the village and it truly does mean the world to me.  May you continue to live long and happy lives.

 

To Jean,

You stood with me while very few others did. Even when it was really just you and me in the village you never faltered in your duties.  You have shown bravery, love, and light even when it was so hard to do such.  You shine a bright light in the village and they need you. Please keep up the good work.

 

To Burt,

My love, my apologies for leaving you so soon.  Please watch over our daughter and ensure she is brought up properly.  Be strong, and keep living. You've worked too hard to let yourself pass after fighting this disease for so many years.

 

To Barbog,

I never thought in a million years I would consider a goblin my best friend, but you have shown me that friendship does not know boundaries.  You have opened up my eyes to the fact not all of Krug’s descendants are to be feared and friendships between our two groups is very much possible.  I leave the underhill to you, please take care of it and make sure it serves the village well.

 

To Nemea,

My darling guardian, you have served the village so well through your time with us.  If I do happen to go out violently please do not blame yourself for my death.  I know you did your best, and you have done just that.  Your service to the village has meant so much to me and in my eyes you will forever be a Halfling.

 

To Minto,

Please watch over my students and help them finish up their dedicancy, their student profiles can be found in my desk drawers so you know how far along they are.  If you do not wish to take them on yourselves please make sure to help them get a guide who can finish them up. It is not fair of me to abandon them half-way through their dedicancy and it’s not fair of me to disappear when you rely on me.  But alas, things happen.  I appreciate the relationship we have built more than you know.

 

To my students,

My angels, I am so so so sorry that this has happened before I could finish up my teaching you.  You all have shown me there is hope in the future and I know you will all go on to do amazing things.  Please go see Minto at your earliest convenience and he will help guide you through the rest of your dedicancy.  I love you all and think of you as my own children. 

 

To everyone in the village,

I leave you the items in my storage located in the vault.  Please try not to take too much and make sure everyone can get something they desire. I trust you all to share these fairly.  I love you all, you’re all my family, and I cannot describe how much you all have meant to me throughout my life.

 

I am sorry my friends, I wish more than ever I could have lived forever to help guide the village into the future.  However, things happen and we must go on.  Do me proud, keep my teachings at the front of your minds, love Knox, and stay proper.

 

Signed,

Iris Peregrin, Ape Druid and Thain of the Halflings.

[rukio 8924]

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[ThatDutchFellow 1147]

Hob the beast Slayer stared near lifelessly into near nothingness as he heard of the late Thains passing... The Slayer finally fell to a knee before the shrine of Knox "Oi'l see ye in ter golden fields me T'ain"

 

There Amongst the roaring clattering and clashing sounds of fighting within the War Nation stood Motsham Al-Uk'Lur, driven mad by the many pacts he made with Spirits he is safe to say some actions did infact have concequences this time it being the brief knowing of Iris.... Alas the Shaman liked to believe however brief it was it ended on a good note "Intu dah ztarguzh'ztroh... Tik tik faze Kor"

[garentoft 9265]

"No..." Franz seemed disturbed, and would come to dearly miss his old friend.

[wolfersquad2004 207]

The elfess sat in the shire, she held her daughter close as she did nothing more then sob "Iris...I couldn't" her voice cracked she felt weak, and a failure as Iris was now dead and she wouldn't be coming back. 

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

Filibert Applefoot sheds a tear in his burrow. The lass he met in Bloomerville, with which he shared many memories with, was no more.

[satin 7600]

Remon lies in the cell, his gutted corpse slowly rotting.. but with a smile on its face.

OBLIVION had come for Iris.

[tazombo 248]

In a cozy burrow along the lake shoreline a blond halfling sat hunched over at a sturdy wood desk, the paper he held gripped in his hands obscured from view as his shoulders shook subtly. The old Fiddleberry’s daughter peeked around the corner of the doorway to watch her father as he wept.

 

Mary had seen her father cry many a time before- he could be rather sensitive at times, and he always tried to teach his children that there was nothing wrong with feeling sad or upset every now and then. But this seemed different. A gasping cry would be muffled from the halfling’s body that was curled inward, his whole body seeming to shudder with each sob as he gritted his teeth together. Aside from the moving of his shoulders, he was motionless as he stared blankly at the floor- his stare a blank and empty one despite the physical reaction he was having to this particular news.

 

“Papa?” a small voice would call out from the doorway, the small girl scared and upset from seeing her father this distraught.

 

The sounds of the shifting of a coat and sniffling of a nose filled the tense silence as Callum whipped around to stare at his child, almost not recognizing the little face at the doorway before his expression twisted into a pained and regretful one, reaching up to wipe his nose and hide his face with his free hand, choking back another sob. “Oi’m sorreh, swee’heart… Papa’s foine… we’re…” his lower lip would tremble, before falling into a sob again, unable to hold back his tears as the halfling girl would run up to Callum, wrapping her arms around him as the older lad cried into her shoulder.

 

"It's okey Pa', t'ere's nufin' wrong with feelin' sad..." Mary said as she rubbed his back, her eyebrows furrowed in concern for her beloved father. "Yew'll be okay, Pa'..."

 

- - - -

 

In the days following Callum would rarely exit his room, whenever he did seeming distant and confused, a thick fog seeming to have settled over him, his brain in its grip.

[zuziee 4004]

Tears dripped from Lilabeth's eyes once she was told the news, her gray streaks shinning in the moon. "Oi'll m'ss yew." the now grown Mowoods muttered.

 

Nikoleta Morovar signed the lorraine once she was told the news, deciding it would be best to visit the village sooner than later. 

[Britannicvs 2508]

Alfie Greenholm wept at Iris' death, wondering how many of his friends now remained in his old age. 

[Hermit_Jack 538]

Minto receives a copy of the will, looking over to the portion where his name is mentioned. 

 

He had believed in their abilities as a Druid and a teacher, proud of the efforts she made. Accepting her dedicants was not a matter of great thought. He knew she was aware of his steadfast commitment to the Balance and the spreading of Druidism.

 

 With so many halfling Druids gone, he felt it his sole responsibility to ensure more would come... He moves to shuffle through her desk drawers, gathering the papers to prepare for his new halfling dedicants. 

 

As the day went on, nature around him wept as his emotions bled out through his communion. He held a large sorrow within him, having arrived on scene just as the feeling of a fallen Druid washed over him... her lifeless body sending a silent shock to his system. Some final, parting words were finally made by the lakeside at the Shire.

 

"Ah great example o' ah halflin' leader nd friend. It brings meh sadness ta see yeh gone so soon. Yeh believed ien me own vision ta spread Druidism, nd oi believed ien yer abilites ta teach. Yeh will missed, nd oi will beh sure ta visit yeh soon"

[func_Soap 410]

Uncle wanders, confused by the sorrowful air, as the once-vibrant and colourful shire mellows to the cold Haensi glum expected of the region. Even the land itself mourns. Eventually he finds an explanation of the circumstances...

[wowj 9747]

"FINULLI!" An Olog says with a grin, getting read this by his british goblin companion, "MI GIT BURROW NOWH?"

[Gnomeh 470]

[!] Forest Mossbranch stared down with teared filled eyes, taking off his cap and resting it against his heart for a moment, his staff by his side, stained with the blood of Iris' killer "Ae killed t'em Miss.Oiris do nur worry, I made sure t'ey doid" he said wearily. 

[Barbog 448]

The resident goblin presiding over the Underhill sits atop the throne, staring off into the bowels of the former dungeon with a hollow visage. All the gates lay shut, and a large fire roars in the center of the room, surrounding an effigy and an altar of Kor. After an hour that feels like aeons, he speaks. "Iryz, mi bub'hozhezt frend... Diz uzg zhall nevur bi da zame wit'owt latz prezenze." He pauses to take a deep, rattling breath. "Lat may nub end ub amongzt mi kin, agh wi may nub meet agyn- bud dat onli makez da memuriez mi holdz nuw evyn moar valyuabul." He rubs a ring upon his finger- one half of an identical pair. Tears fall freely as he stares into the flames.