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[SharpString 323]

 

[!] The Realm of Anbella

 

*A note would be delivered by a crow to all those of Hefrumm, and to friends of Eerika Cottonwood.

 

 

 

 

With a heavy heart, I must announce that the third High Chieftain of Hefrumm Eerika Cottonwood - spouse of Paragon Bjor Cottonwood - has passed from this realm. The honoured dwedlon was discovered near Hefrumm with an axe in hand and with a missing heart. She died defending herself from some dark assailant.

 

 

It is both with pride and sorrow that we come together to honour our beloved 3rd High Chief’s passing, one who without doubt honoured both the Brathmordakin and our progenitor Gloin.

 

 

The seers of Hefrumm will hold a funeral in the late hours of Thorok’Aindar to honour the life of she who helped build the home of the united forest dwarves. It was the known wish of the 3rd High Chief to be buried near her husband, and it will be honoured.

 

ᛁᚨᚾᚲᚨᚱ ᚦᚱᚢᛞᛟᛚ ᛒᚱᚨᚦᛗᛟᚱᛞᚨᚲᛁᚾ ᚨᚲᚺᛟᚱᚨᛚ ᚢᛟᛉ

Yankar thrudol, Brathmordakin akhoral voz.

 

 

Tuzic Mossborn -

High Chief of Hefrumm, Seer of Hefrumm

 

Khazaefron Blackroot -

Keeper of Hefrumm, Chief of the Blackroots, Seer of Hefrumm

 

Garedyn The Green -

King of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Chief of the Mossborn, Seer of Hefrumm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OOC Info:

Time: 3pm est, 8 pm gmt

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Date: Friday 15th, December 2023

 

Meet near Hefrumm Gate!

 

[_RoyalCrafter_ 3242]

The Grand King sighed deeply, letting out a cough as well. "At least she will beh with Bjor now," He moved to prepare some tinctures and herbs for a proper seer funeral.

[mateolog 1551]

The Seer of Hefrumm, Khazaefon, frowns for a moment when they hear the news of the passing of their aunt.
"Long and braveleh lived. Yer work as 'igh chief es to be remembered as all othas tha 'av 'eld tha torch tha 'as kept 'efrumm united and alive during all these decades. Tha memoreh ef ye will remain en 'efrumm fer as long as tha trees are weth us, and their voices will sing ef yer life as they sing ef tha deeds ef our ancestors, and as they will sing ef those tha will follow ye to Anbella's realm."
The eldest of the epiphyte forest dwarves would form out of their body a figurine of their aunt which they would follow to place on the feet of their petrified uncle, Bjor Cottonwood.
"May Bjor wat ovah yer remains until they return to tha earth tha 'as birthed us. May Anbella bid 'ighleh en yer soul en tha 'alls ef Kaz'A'Dentrumm."

[SethWolf 1388]

Spoiler

 

 

The Black Rider had got his hands on the missive. He sat tall upon his steed, bedecked in blood-stained half-plate as he trotted along the sleepy hollows of the dark forests that line the road to Nor'Asath.

 

"Go on then.... end it."

 

Her final words echoed in his mind as he quietly stalked the backwoods and seldom-traveled paths within the dark recesses of the forest floor.

 

He had only known the dwed for a few moments. The pain he saw in her eyes - it was unmistakable. There was something else, though. Something within her countenance that knew no pain, and no fear, and no hatred. He had killed many, and the manner of their deaths were as varied as their stories that led up to them crossing paths with him.

 

Rage, cowardice, defiance. He saw all of their faces, all of them twisted with foul emotion before his knife met their throats. Yet when death came for her, she expressed none of these emotions.

 

He finally realized what he had saw in her eyes, in her final moments.

 

Relief.

 

The Black Rider silently halted in his path, a long exhale of breath came from under his helmet.

 

 

She fought courageously, but when he had bested her she had greeted his knife like an old friend.

She had made him to be a specter of death, who had rung her death-knell to call her home.

 

He looked down to her heart, which lay in his satchel. The missive fell from his hands like the many leaves from the trees, quietly drifting down to lay upon the dense undergrowth.

 

 

The Black Rider would never forget her...

 

 

And he promised himself that her sacrifice would not be in vain.

 

 

 

[CyyanTea 353]

(BRB I am crying, this was the character I applied to the server with back in 2019.)