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The Death of Aleran Cerusil

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“While he did not prosper for very long upon our shores, he certainly shall be missed..”

Published the 13th of the First Seed, Year 179 of the Second Age.

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Coming to the lands of Celia’nor only shortly after the death of his dear niece, Aleran managed to capture the heart of Nefeli Py’lrie after many nights of chatter as lliran and a bounty of alcohol was shared.

 

While he may not have been the most charming or eloquent of the Cerusils, he was indeed the most noble and kind hearted of any, only thinking of others rather than himself.

 

 Shortly after the divorce between him and his wife occured, the man had disappeared into the night only for his bloodied corpse to be found strewn about the wheat fields outside the Starlight Cities’ walls.. Unlike his relatives, the cause of his death was a mystery, and it will remain that way until the end of times.

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There shall be no funeral for Aleran, only for his body to be burnt to ashes and scattered within the sea as requested in his will.

 

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[OOC:] I’d like to take the time to extend my appreciation towards Celia’nor as a whole for not only being a large part of my life for the past few years but also to those who I’ve grown close with over that time (also do not roast me for the shitty pk post this time around).

 

While there have been good times and some bad, Celia’nor and all who are a part of it shall have a special place within my heart. While I’d like to thank each and every one of you personally, we’d be here for ages and I’d like to end my time here on a short but sweet note as I close off this chapter of my lotc experience.

 

To @VoxyNoir, the man himself who brought me to this place when it was first founded. You have been one of, if not my closest friend over the years even before I had joined lotc. I can never thank you enough for the fun experiences you have given me through the Cerusil family, though I’m afraid my days of Cerusil hopping are over.

 

To @unlegiqDuck, while you’re still annoying as hell, I do consider you one of my friends and thank you for always making me feel smarter just by proxy of being around you.

 

To @XoxoMinnieXoxo, you have been by far my favorite of ic in-laws I’ve ever had and thank you for allowing me to be part of your mineman family even if it was only for a few short weeks. I’ve always loved rping with you and will continue to love rping with you on other characters.

 

To @hopey, thank you for allowing me to be part of all the monumental character arcs Nefeli has had over the past few months. Although I haven’t known you for nearly as long as I’ve known the others, you’ve become a dear friend to me in the time I’ve known you and will continue to cherish you as your time with my Cerusils comes to an end.

 

To @Sailor, thank you for not beating the literal hell out of me when Sylvia had died only two weeks before you got back from basic training, and you will always be my favorite (and only) elven mother.

 

To @Moping, **** you u canadian (with love).

 

And to the rest of the Celia’nor community, while I may not have met or known you well, I will always appreciate you for helping to make this nation thrive and prosper.

 

Until we meet again!
 

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A young 'thill and poet was out and about tending to business. He had been busy, keeping to himself, and attempting to find inspiration within the muted and dismal realms. Though the news of that lliran of his, though distant, still impacts him all the same. Though he had changed much since his youth, a look of remorse still filled that weary visage of Len'ii Acal'turii

 

"Rest well, my friend"

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Irelia Py'lrie sat with heavy grief as the news reached the Py'lrie Estate regarding the sudden tragic death of Aleran.. Irelia saw Aleran as a son of her own, as with many who come into her life in seek of wisdom. She cared for Aleran like she would with any of her own children.. the news filled the elderly woman with remorse and sorrowfulness. "May the stars give you a peaceful and well deserved rest.. my dearest Aleran"

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Celius Cerusil cries hard for several nights

 

Spoiler

You've honestly been a great friend, even before lotc. Remember you are always welcome back!

 

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The Mourn of a Cerusil

A hallowed gaze would befall the passage left unto her withered door... Tempest breeze passed through the very scape of the stricken Cerusil's abode through any crevice it might find... Thus, setting the somber stage that was to unfold whenst the former Mordu'lar would come to face the travesty that steadied in weight within the limp paper that resided in the scape of her grasp. As her gaze would come to travel the page, Senna's eyes would subtly tremble just as it had for the numerous letters that had come before it, entailing a similar fate that had befell an insurmountable sum of her cherished talonnii. Be it her sibling, cousin, or her own child, no soul would seemingly be spared of this heinous treachery...


Hues of purple then forth would trickle from the flickering Cerusil's stare with a revolving cloudlike haze soon to follow that's tinge reflected the flickered embellishment of her gaze... Its existence sought suffocate the humble dormitory from where the Cerusil remained, similarly to the pained agony that ensued upon her very being..

 

When shall the death cease towards those she holds dear? Do the stars truly spite her? What God might truly relish in this undeserving damnation she couldn't help but fathom in question...  

 

And just as she had the former... The missive would be lit ablaze... Only ashes would remain upon her silent departure... A word not dared to be spoken in the trail of her midst 

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