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The Elegy of Sylviria Cerusil

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“She enamored all who saw her, encouraged all she spoke to, and had one hell of a right hook..”

Published the 15th of the Deep Cold, 162 Second Age.

[!] A somber tune would begin to play. [!]

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“In the twilight realm of Celia'nor fair,
A tale of sorrow we now declare.
Sylviria Cerusil, a mage of grace,
In the 'aherals embrace, her presence we trace.

 

Born of Senna's love and Numerian's pride,
The youngest, the brightest, a radiant guide.
Her beauty adorned with an ethereal sheen,
A vision of enchantment, a living dream.

 

Charm woven in every spell she cast,
In the moonlit glades, her memories vast.
Aspiring mage, her dreams untold,
Within her heart, a story yet to unfold.

 

A daughter cherished, a sister so dear,
In the woven tapestry, a star shining clear.
A llir to all, her laughter a song,
A melody to the lands, where she belonged.

 

Fiercely protective of all she cherished,
In her presence, their fear would perish.
No enchantment could shield her from fate,
At twenty-two, she faced a cruel spate.

 

Murdered, the flame of her life extinguished,
In the shadowed halls, the answers distinguished.
A mourning moon weeps her silver tears,
As Celia'nor grieves for the Cerusil held dear.

 

Yet, let not darkness shroud her light,
In memories, she remains, a beacon bright.
A legacy of love, in hearts she'll stay,
A guardian spirit, guiding the way.

 

The stars above now cradle her soul,
In the cosmic dance, she finds her role.
Sylviria Cerusil, gone too soon,
In the 'aheral hearts, an eternal tune.”

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Sylviria, more commonly known as Sylvia, Cerusil’s wake shall be held upon the 20th of Snow's Maiden, 164 of the Second Age.
 

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[OOC:] Will be held Wednesday, January 17th 2024 @ 8:30pm EST in the Celia'nor palace halls.

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A man in burgundy, sitting on a bar stool with bottles lined up around him. A dream shattered, and hope lost, he reads the missive... Tears fall onto the paper...

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The aging Cerusil felt a sharp pain as he receives news of such, yet he nothing prepared him to see the sight of Sylviria's grave. 

He would be quick to write out a missive to friends and relatives from afar to rally for this tragedy.

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Laerdya could only hope the scum that murdered the Cerusil girl fell to the blades of the Cerusil family, hoping they do to them tenfold the pain they caused.

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A Maehr stands by the grave she had constructed. Turning her head towards the moon far above. Watching it, pale, pitying, mocking. Her lips purse for but a moment. She tosses down, some Faerie Truffles by the grave. Departing soon after.

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Sylvia's brother Caspian storms back into the Cerusil manor after a long day's ride searching for the slayer of his sister. He looks down at his weapon of Azhl Death's Dance hoping it will strike true in the coming days

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Little expression were seen on Raziel's face as another of his students was slain. He merely took up his staff, before he spoke, "Who murders a child?" Is all he asked.

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Renna's heart ached upon hearing the news. "But- But I was speaking to her not long ago! We were smiling and chatting and- and- no, no I can't believe it- I shan't. She can't be." She gasped, a chill shuddering her shoulders as her saddened gaze threatened tears. "Llun, llir..." She whispered beneath her breath, grief edged with rage at the thought of one of her few friends lying cold in the soil. "Damn whoever did this, damn them all." 

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