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Isil Py’lrie

Birth: 3rd • Malin’s Welcome • 1301 FA
Death: 6th • Sun’s Smile • 104 SA

 

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A portrait of Isil Py’lrie within his final years. @Creator_Alan
 

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     Gone, but never forgotten, Isil remains in our hearts. Centuries of time did he serve the Py’lrie name, standing alongside us throughout his lifetime, remaining loyal. His strong and disciplined nature helped to instill in the Talonii strength and encouragement. 

 

     Many had only seen his short-tempered self in his few remaining years, his life taking a toll on his behavior, but beneath all that he cared for his own. He always sought to protect us from a distance, and always correcting each wrong committed. His sternness set an example and influenced many of us to remain strong in the darkest of times. Many may find relief from his death, but we, the Py’lrie, will honor his name and his acts for our blood until the end. 

 

     The Py’lrie will begin a long period of mourning for our lost elder. For twenty elven days from now we will mourn his death, lighting a candle within his tower for each day, until the twentieth day. Our meals will only consist of that in which he enjoyed the most, and our arms open to another for comfort.

 


 

     Isil Py’lrie departed from Fi’andria, Celia’nor on the 6th of Sun’s Smile, 104 Second Age, with every intention of departing to leave in solitude. He wrote to us his final farewells.

 

     Within his will he leaves his tower to Dain Py’lrie and a sea pendant to Adiria Py’lrie, the rest is left for them to divide amongst themselves.





 

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“Who the hell am I going to banter with now? Myself?” The Py’lrie mutters, rereading the missive for a fifth time before crumpling it and flinging it out her bedroom window. Despite the aggression, the mali’aheral would truly miss her father. 

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