A Treasure Lost [PK]

[oryP 1068]

 

 

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12th of The Amber Cold, Year 135 of the Second Age.

 

 

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Jerry the Turtle has reigned as the High Terhir of the Principality from the earliest days of The Ashen Realm of Nor'asath. Only stepping down to become a subordinate of the current Primarch, Acria Jusmia who formally sat within the seat of High Terhir on the Heial’tahu. Shortly after his demotion, he would retire from the councils entirely, since his role as Nor'asath's mascot was decreased by the resignation of his caretaker, The Ex-Halerir Relnol Loa'Chil, who had many adventures with the turtle. On their journey together, the two would face numerous ups and downs.

 

The collapse of Nor'asath's Capital separated them for a long time, as the Mori menace claimed the lands of Almaris. Eventually reuniting amid the mayhem that was Savoy. They were only momentarily separated as they traversed the continent of Failor. Relnol, being himself, had a tough time when stuck in Failor, only to stray into the sea and be saved by an old comrade. Being taken to the shores of Aevos' frigid tundra. Relnol seated his shelled companion on his back and set out in pursuit of his home, Nor'asath, which had been across the regions he was attempting to cross. Coming to a terrifying combat with a Thundermaw Raven, he was forced to retreat since he was outmatched. Suffering the consequences of a blow to the face, which would undoubtedly delay his return to Nor'asath.

 

Jerry and Relnol would arrive at the city gates at the end of their voyage. Resting briefly before proceeding to the Clan Hall of Loa'Chil. A decade has passed, and Relnol is now lying contentedly across the Clan Hall fireplace with Jerry. Though disappointed, Jerry would use his remaining happy moments with Relnol Loa'Chil and Enomi Dravnu to strike. The aged turtle who had witnessed all manner of fighting within his land of Nor'asath came to a halt. Finally, closing his eyes and passing into the hereafter, he took his final breath surrounded by the warmth of the flame.


Long live the Treasurer, Long live Jerry Loa’Chil.

 

 

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[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

RIP a real one...

[CorweenieTheJedi 892]

[ClassyDryad 2367]

 

[warmishice 48]

Enomi Dravnu was thankful to be there in Jerry's final moments. She fondly remembers the times she sat with Jerry on the beaches of Savoy, hiding from the wind in his small hole he called home at the time, feeding him kelp from her palm as she ate cake with the other. Silent prayers would follow his last breath. A smile graces Enomi's face, thankful to have had the honor of meeting such a gentle, kind creature.

 

 

Enomi's skygod may or may not have actually shed tears over this. Don't worry about it.