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Time ravages all things. From the most unassuming of grasses to the mightiest of peaks.

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The last thing Sir Silas saw as the mammoths foot crushed down his body was a familiar white raven flying towards his face. Then came the feeling of numb as his vision clouded. The last thing his body registered was his grip upon his war maul. Kvitravn had come to guide the nordling home at long last.

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Hart opens his eyes as he came to, slowly sitting up upon a lake shore surrounded by the frosted pines of eternity. 
"Hart." 
The man looks over his shoulder, blinking in surprise as he sees a familiar face.
"Father?"
"It's time."
"Time? But.. what of my family? They are waiting for me." 
Hart looks back across the growing expanse of the lake as he stood, frigid waters rolling over the pebbles beneath his feet.
"It is not their time. You have had yours. You were even blessed with second chances.. you cannot cross again my son."
The knight's expression softened at his fathers words, looking down at his reflection within the lake. A vision of him in his prime. 
"You guided me.. surely I can guide them?"
"Perhaps.."
A hand is extended to Hart.
The two men leave the lake, the mountain looming over it in silence.
"Talk to the Kvitravn. He will watch over them for you."
Silence settles over the pines, the last words being spoken for sometime being;
"I'm glad to see you again."

Wyrd | The white Raven on Toyhouse

 

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OOCLY: Thank you to all who helped me form Hart as a character. He was my second proper character on the server and I accomplished much with him. I made many friends too. Thank you - all of you. To those of Viru & of Petra.
A When2Meet will be made so we can organize his funeral and a separate post will be made for Harts will. 
Do not be too sad for all good tales have to end sometime.

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I give Hart my hearth, was one of the best guards. 
QwQ

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Hart will live on in a certain gobliness' memory, despite how long it's been in seeing them....  T^T

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I hope you enjoyed the event and I hope i was able to give you the death you wanted and deserved(in a good way) o7

 

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Im gonna cry still loved hart to the being with chained ;3

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Thomas could only stare as the body rested in the bed of his clinic. He made sure to close and clean the wounds that the knight suffered in battel. He noticed that no matter what, he never released his weapon, just giving a simple nod. Having his own squire's cross in his right hand, the Mage couldn't hold himself as he tried to keep a bit of life in his eyes as his own squire took it all with him. All the memories that both shared crossed, his mind before he woke up dizzy looking at the body, armor, cross, and the antler. All the items that Thomas helped him get and seeing him grow, now were just lifeless trinkets.

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Ivy could do nothing more than weep, holding the face of the boy she helped raise. 

Now feeling cold, where once was warm. 

Lifeless, where once it was full of hopes and dreams. 

And her hands trembled with the wave of grief that hit her heart, unable to breath, to think, to act. 

Only crying, feeling the sorrow for the boy she had held in her arms. 

Because he would always, forever, be her boy. 

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The lady sighed, folding her sister into her arms as Gloria broke into sobs. Hart had not been all that she had hoped for her sister, but he had helped make her happy. Without him, her beloved nieces and nephews would not be here, and she would always be grateful for that.

 

A soft prayer formed on her lips. She would not see him again- he had had his own faith- but she hoped he would find peace.

 

 

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Locked in his tower, surrounded by piles of paper, Stigandr sat very still as he read the news. He sat there for hours, just staring at the words. His father and him had not been close, but he had always known the knight had loved him. He had always known he would have him to fall back on, and that certainty was now ripped from him. Shaking hands brought his rosary to his lips, and he closed his eyes. A last prayer for his father. 

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