[PK] The Death of a Tyrant

[Gallent 21]

Two centuries the 'ame had spent alone, walking the world. People had come, people had gone, and over time he thought he'd gotten used to it all. He was not there for the death, he was not there for the mourning. Yet despite it all, as he walked the night shrouded city, even he knew that someone was missing.

 

Across starlight streets and quiet buildings, under the light of the ever present moon, a single quiet lute began to play, a song of loss, a song of mourning, a song of hope for better days.

[xepphir 350]

The bearded maehr stood with disbelief inhis eyes as he heard the news, another friend passed.

"Akuu bo ylarya, thyleer. Helun-Velulaeya hon laht..."

[ShyDisaster 102]

[!] "What te skah do lat mean she iz flat?!" could be heard being yelled from Kretz'Ox's apartment in San'Bríu as the news reached its resident. Seems the news of yet another friend's death were not taken well..

[DrunkPapaBear 1975]

An elder haruspex looked through the flames. Faint chants of old blah echoing around his form, over and over again.

 

"Izu slai, izû mat, izû slai urkzû."

 

"Till we meet again, Qudlia, Luara-grîzh kaal ah-ghaash."

 

"Izu slai, izû mat, izû slai urkzû." Did the chant went on as memories of the ker filled the fire of San'briu.

[ToodIes 1188]

Thirty-five odd years after she'd sworn never to visit Nor'asath again, Faeryel found herself inexplicably drawn to its architecture. She ended up in the Maehr temple, where a pair of young shamans explained to her that Qudlia had died over a decade prior.

 

"Ah. How?"

An explanation was provided.

Faeryel blinked. "Do you know why she did it? Jumped?"

Another explanation.

"Well, that's a shame." Faeryel looked away.

The shamans told her, since she'd evidently forgotten, that Maehr lived forever in the Ancestral Realm.

 

"That's true." Faeryel brought up a hand to scratch her cheek, eyes taking the far-off look of recollection. Consulting Qudlia on ancient 'ker history. Refusing her offers of tutelage. The scarred Porôbmog passing judgement on Sarah, and then her apology, and Faeryel's acidic reply.

 

"I can't help but feel a little glum. She was strong. Smart. Full of conviction." Faeryel looked up, swimming in memories of Qudlia, and of all the other friends and enemies she'd outlived--"Ach, well, c'est la vie."