A STARS DISSOLUTION

[latte 2238]

"A most dishonorable end." commented an Oyashi who has nothing to do with Celian'or at all - simply enjoys gossiping.

[Gemini 1737]

The old elfess sat by the lake, the waters reflecting the quiet splendor of the Silver Lands. She had seen it all, the birth of a nation from ashes, its rise to grandeur, and its descent once more into ruin. Time had turned empires to dust before her very eyes.

 

Her gaze lifted to the sky, weary yet longing. “It is sad” she murmured, her voice as soft as the breeze. “Once, it was home to so many. Yet more than anything, I wish for the lost children of Larihei to find their way back home.”

 

The wind stirred the trees, carrying her words into the vast, endless horizon.

[lemonke 6014]

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHA." Within her home, everyone in her family would start to hear the echoing laughter of their matriarch. The templar rolled on the ground, shifting left and right as she laughed. Tears poured from her eyes as this continued for a long while. It was an immense act of amusement, and once again, playing the waiting game was to her benefit. Her foes had killed themselves without she had to do anything about unlike her blessed-sighted folk.  "BAHAHAHAH- I'm going to guess next. That fool, Raziel and Co., are now fully against them and might have joined Haelunor as though he had never supported Celia'nor. And then he'll find an occasion to worship Ivarielle again to seize leadership. He'll switch sides again. These people know nothing of duty and die until one's last breath." Quipped the old thing to the family members that stood at her side, in concern of the templar's mental health. "Rats AND snakes, the lot of them! AHAHAHAHAHAH! I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE MORE! ALFRED, FETCH ME SOME FOOD!" An Automaton who was likewise highly worried of their Master's antics would sigh and move to begin preparing some food for her. Perhaps she truly waited for more drama to unfold amongst elven kind.

[Baccaaa 490]

"It is what it is, let it happen." hummed a mali'fenn from the distant lands of the south. "It did ne die today, but years ago, when weeds sprung in the garden."

[PrimnyaQuorum 4002]

At the far-reaches of the Cosmos, a long-dead man wonders.

 

He remembered a similar institute of things, and the celebrations that followed when it was formally shattered - followed by the dread that not longer did a central means to find them exist. Evil scattered upon the wind to the four corners of the world, harder to track, harder to follow.

 

What tyranny existed had now scattered, if it had not before. He felt no joy - he felt no rage, nor sorrow.

 

He simply returned to that vast barrier before him, and resumed as he was - acausal of all. Mortal Affairs could not afflict a immortal task.

[Bird5k 1083]

Xavier Adiler reads the missive with no amusement or shock, he knew this day was coming, and now that the Celia'nor stars have burnt out... It was time for others to shine once more.

"The time has come"

[Nightingale 63]

"A pity, the plight of war is." A slender figure pored meticulously over a crumpled copy of the missive by candlelight. "I do hope this van Aert fellow makes good on his promise to preserve the manuscripts."

 

"The very thought of their ransacking imbues me with the utmost horror." he mumbled absent-mindedly, a cold shudder enveloping him briefly.

[Wand 1220]

A copy of the declaration is delivered to the Sohaer, placed upon the small miniature throne of Celian'or which was replicated for her. A small note is attached at the bottom. "Might this bring a smile to your face - and the axolotls. -A friend" @Morigung-oog

[KartoffelZieht 32]

A little elf walks through the corridors of the eternal library, with some books in her hand, when under the closed doors Iryne's letter "My home... I couldn't say goodbye" tears run down Kaari's cheeks as she returns to her studies

[Pancho 4197]

From the depths afar, a Prince in eternal anguish let out a horrendous laugh. His family name was partially avenged with such, yet it wasn't enough.
It would never be enough.

[Lirinya 4021]

An aged woman once versed well with travel to the settlement for its vibrant and bustling markets, its bookstores and its oddities frowned. Aevos was changing, the tides were turning and the cogs whirring in a direction she did not believe was right.

 

But what could she do but venture forth on what ever path lay ahead.

 

Spoiler

Arguably the best markets in Aevos.

 

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Ena made an origami crane in honor of his distant family he would never meet whom once dwelled within those marble walls.

 

”Aiyah Yu, too slow…” He sighed.

[STBNL 250]

“Land wrought from war, then demolished by same reason.”

 

A watchful figure, a born Haelun’orian former Sillumir. In a long exit from home, draped in a hooded cloak, but clad in armor. How winds flurries his silver long hair, seeing a nation once enemies by the testament of time, had fallen. His hand leaves the missive, as his body sways back towards the desert dry, long to be seen again. His mouth opened speaking incoherent words;

 

“I dropped the aged resentment, I know there some good ‘thill once there.. I believe to know.. That you will find harmony and peace yet again.”

 

Those pieces of encouragement ushered by whom, has disappeared without trace. Emptied by the hollowed winds of nature.

[Gavin_ 2027]

Somewhere in the Heavens, Braxus Ni’leya smiles, as Celianor meets its end.

[Tav 4336]

Spoiler

 

 

♫♪♫|FROSTI

 

Atop the greywood, amidst the heart of a dark forest, stood a lone Maehr. Whirls of cold wind brushed past him, and the helpless feeling of unwanted eyes remained relevant. Yet he did not care, for effigies and specters were a topic unfortunately familiar to him. Weights of nightmare clung to his eye, drooping them southwards ‘cross his face. Nightmares - reoccuring visions of damned souls -ones that cried of cried woe, grief, and denial. 

 

To be torn by the venom of High Elven instinct—the very quality those of Starland swore to cast away?

 

What was to come, from the remnant of star? Never to reappear, or reborn, yet its brethren likely thought otherwise.

Ah, but that poor, poor Princess Iryne … What impending fate came to her name? He wondered, would those remnants of star construct a new city—not against the likes of Valryis, but she?