THE WILL AND TESTAMENT OF MAERÎL O'ROURKE

[Cally 1080]

 

 

AEREDAR WILLING

Penned on the 13th of the Snow’s Maiden, year 266 of the Second Age

Revised on the 5th of the First Seed, Year 279 of the Second Age

 

 

Foreword, 

 

I, Maerîl-Emigliana O’Rourke in good health and soundness of mind, do make decrees upon the event of my disappearance, capture, otherwise untimely demise. 

I leave the distribution of these orders to be handed out by my chosen executor; Ser Arthur Marsyr. My trusted friend and close colleague. 

 

—

 

It has been an honor to serve and support the High Kingdom of Idunia as High Admiral of Ports, Master of Tomes, Royal Bard, Justiciar of the Order of the White Tower, Knight of the White Tree and to have been friends with some of the most extraordinary people. Letters to them are to be distributed upon my behalf as attached below. 

 

On matters of Wealth:

 

My earthly wealth and possession of coin is to be passed down to my granddaughter and heir, Einin-Alweth O’Rourke. With allowances to be handed at her discretion to offspring of her choosing. The rest shall be invested in the upkeep of The County of Ildon. 

 

On matters of Estate:

 

The County of Ildon is to be passed to my granddaughter and heir, Einin-Alweth O’Rourke, should she find it fit to elect another successor, I would hope it to be Cathal O’Rourke to take the mantle. Should the need arise, the next of kin will take either of their places as Lord or Lady Regent of the Comital Paramountcy. 

The Towers Tirgoneth shall stay in the control and possession of Ser Arthur Marsyr and his chosen heir after him.

The Lordship of Edrica shall stay in the patented hands of Greye and Ser Aurus, with his chosen successor as heir. 

 My capital shop is to be taken over by the line of Zimrabar to be run in the pursuit of aiding my successors in maintaining wealth and upkeep of Ildon. With allowances to Wyllm O’Riley, the Marsyrs and Colm O’Rourke. 

Control of my elite force of soldiers, the Elendâri stays with Ser Arthur Marsyr as my trusted Knight-Captain and military commander. At both the discretion of himself and Einin as she takes the mantle, orders are to be given solely to him and my sergeants and captains. 

 

On Matters of Possessions:

 

There have been many armaments and other items and trinkets that have come into my hands throughout the years of my life. These were things that I carried with me every day or have crafted myself in the pursuit of glory. I do hereby allow some of said armaments to be displayed or distributed as follows. 

 

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The Tabard of Rourke is to enter the hands of the next Count or Countess, and follow suit with each successor when they are appointed the role of leadership.

 

The Flanged Mace of the Wintered Witch is to be put into the hands of Cathal O’Rourke, so that he may lead with the weapon that brought me great victory.

 

The Liar’s Bane previously in the possession of Edwyn O’Rourke shall be passed on to the most combat and moral-oriented member of Rourke by his own choosing, or put into storage.

 

Airgead, my deepsteel mythril war axe is to be placed into the hands of Einin O’Rourke for her resolve in stamping the significance it had to her mother, and overcoming it to see it as a weapon that got me through many wars.

 

My Radiant Banner is to be put into the hands of The Iron Lady, Ojo Ugokoyama Atsuko, my good friend for a multitude of battles by one another’s sides, and her unknowing inspiration to me for all of these years as the best warrior I have ever met. Something to remember me by, even if it cannot be put to use. 

 

My Templaric Trophies are to be presented to Arthur Marsyr as most of them were gathered either by his side or in defense of the place we built together.

 

My Lobster Chitin is to be given to the girl Ayni, she gave me much comfort in my end days and I hope she takes this well as something to remember me by.

 

My spoils of war and battle are to be put on display in the keep of Rourke to tell my tales. 

 

The majority of my collection of instruments is to be given to Bronadron Callaghan, for his love of music and bright outlook on life. Always remember I was in your corner through it all, Nicky.

 

The rest, by discretion of my executor, are to be gifted to various members of Zimrabar, Rourke, Greye, and Marsyr, for they are the strongest pillars of the Lordship I have built.

 

On Matters of Wishes:

 

It is my wish that the Greyes and Cathal O’Rourke take the Oath of Tar-Numenetar, to follow my legacy as one of the first people to take the oath when it was introduced by Numenetar himself.

 

Should Cathal wed, and produce an heir, it would be in the good graces of his great-grandmother and Predecessor that he would elect the first born girl of his line to inherit the County. Since our line as O’Rourkes has remained in a matriarchal system for many centuries, his election is technically a break in this system.

 

Letters to be Distributed:

 

Note: These letters are solely individual. The seal is not to be broken lest it be damaged in their travel to their respective recipients. 

 

OOC Note: These are not to be metagamed or used against any characters they are inscribed to. They are solely for the person intended. 

Einin

 

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Babycakes, my love, my Lily-Petal,

 

I know this might come too soon and the weight I have trained you to bear for all of your life might, even now, be too much. Just know that my trust lies in what you do next with my legacy, whether you pass it on, or choose to live with it. It was never my wish to thrust things upon you, to make you feel like there was no alternative. But, I was a desperate woman that made silly, mindless mistakes in the face of a tragedy I bore the hardest. I know how you feel about how your mother left, I know that you promised that you would not leave in such a way. And in that, I promised too that I would prepare you for every scenario, and every life that you would have to weather without my presence to put weight on you. I am sorry that it had to be this way. Your mother’s soul is free now and as is mine within the realm of my Patron. Carandir likes to remind me that perhaps the Seven Skies has a pathway to the realm of the Aengul, and for the sake of holding you one more time, I hope it is true. 

I tried to love you in all ways that I knew how as a mother and grandmother, and because of you, even a great-grandmother. You loved hard, like I taught you, and with that came hard decisions I had hoped you would never have to make. Know that I love you in every sense of the word. And every day you make me completely, and utterly proud to have had a part in growing you into who you are. There is no easy way to part with you even in a bloody, boundless death that I foresee in my dreams. But I hope, pray, that I left you in a way that satisfies you. It is likely all I wished for in my final breaths of the cold, stinging air of this broken humanity.

 

Love,

Gramma

 

Cathal

 

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Cathal,

 

Oh, the man you’ve grown into. I couldn’t be more proud of you for taking up the mantle. Your mother, as patient as she is, is better fit for doing what she wants. I hope, with how wise you have become, you know that this must not be taken from her. Cherish her, as I have cherished all of you. And make me proud as I ascend to the heavens knowing that my legacy, and all I have worked for, is in your hands. Jeez, what a terrible weight to put on someone so young. And even still, I know you will carry it beautifully. Nonetheless, I suppose now is any time to give you some instruction, as much as I hate to be formal in goodbye letters. I always hated goodbyes, dreadful things. But I ask that you speak to Ser Arthur Marsyr of our deal about his departure, and your knighthood if you have not already. Out of everyone outside the family, I feel my trust lies with him the most as you are forced to move forward without me. Take care, and don’t give up on love. It is what got me through the darkest times in my life, the embrace of another is truthfully the most underrated and unmatched feeling.

 

Love,

Gramma

 

 

Imchad

 

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Immy,

 

It is hard to let something go such as this. I feel as though I miss my little shadow every day that he is gone, and in his absence I remain hoping for more. The truth is, all of these years beyond your childhood I have missed you dearly. I wondered sometimes if I did something wrong, but remembered that all I ever did was advocate for your freedom. You were a beacon of light in your childhood, always saying the silliest of things at the right times. When I am gone I will think of you far too much. 

 

Love,

Great Gramma

 

Eislyn

 

Spoiler

Sweetling,

 

I know things between us were at best, confusing. But I never stopped at trying to brighten your days even as the sun met a new moon. I hope one day your days are less darkened by your mind, for your potential is a soaring, beautiful comet. I have always loved you, your drive, no matter where it took you. Know that I was never scared of you, nothing in the face of your pain could perturb me from trying to seek what is best for you. Even if sometimes, I didn’t know the nuances and acted a fool in trying to improve what was out of my understanding. I always tried to protect you, and soon realized you were so strong, strong enough that you didn’t need it. 

 

All my love forever,

Gramma

 

Azlyn

 

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Azzy,

 

I know our time was fleeting, and we had a strange relationship that was mostly based on martial duty. But, if it wasn’t quite clear before, I always loved you for exactly who you were. Whomever you liked, whomever you wanted to be. I never wanted to squander any chance you had at going places that made you feel like you weren’t crazy. Any place that made you feel like you were you, and that was alright. I hope that the weight of my azhl sword grants a heavy reminder to what I wanted for you. Acceptance, peace, and tranquility in war. Keep being you, it is all I ever wanted.

 

All my love and acceptance,

Granny

 

P.S. Tell Kitty I said hello. 

 

Atsuko

 

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Atsuko, My Iron Lady,

 

I knew you for a long while even before the war picked up with the Red Lich. I hope thoughts of those battles do not forever haunt you. Gosh, death is such a fickle thing, coming and going like ashes in the wind of broken trees. Or at least that is what I would say if I was at all poetic like Monjaro, kami rest his soul. For a woman who wrote countless songs and sonnets about this moment I find myself a little out of the loop. And in any case, I hope to see you in the realm of our patron one day. For all of our battles, I grant you my banner. And as much as my Templaric Order would probably wish it from me instead, they’re a bunch of punk bitches that would bring shame to it anyway for how they handle the blessing and admonish me for spreading it. So, in honor of them kicking rocks, I ask that you honor me instead. I know you would do it better than they could. 

 

Love,

Maerîl

 

Ser Arthur

 

Spoiler

Arth,

 

This is certainly hard to muster as I knew my time was limited, seldom mentioned it, but I feel like everyone knew somehow. However, the proudest part of my legacy was parts that included you in them. I wish I could say that my ascension back into nobility was effortless, and I know you weren’t there to see all of it, but regardless, I owe a lot of my windfalls to you. This transition of power will undoubtedly be strange which is why I trust you the most to see it through. I trusted you not only because you were there for me, but because you would often disagree. It is not common that someone is thankful for that, but I always was. I am a headstrong, and stubborn woman, this you know. So, I ask that you adopt some of that as you help the power balance settle in Ildon, train my grandchildren and onwards to be great men and women, and hold things together as best you can. Maeve has been missing for some time as I write this, and I worry for her brother Cathal as he takes the mantle of an undoubtedly strange situation. Nonetheless, I hope you help Einin. She has had it immistakably rough and even though death is not something I can control, I feel powerless in leaving her due to it. So many people have found it so easy to leave her, but I, even now, find it the hardest thing I must do. And as death takes me, reassure her that if I could have stayed, I would have. Please watch over the Zimrabars and Greyes as they take up their mantles, whatever that may be and please, take care of yourself as well. I trust you more than anyone with this. 

 

All the Best,

Mae

 

Petyr

 

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Petie,

 

You were always so tough, so I knew you could handle this, along with the many other things that plagued you over the years. I am sorry, in some ways, that I couldn’t give you all you wished for. Even up to my death, some of the justiciars pestered me about where you went. I said I hadn’t heard from you, just to give you that extra layer of peace and allow me to keep what little of my own I had left. I was, sometimes, an outwardly defiant woman. I did things that got me in trouble later on in attempts to preserve you, preserve Nadya. But, it became clear to me in later years that the new age of people within Numendil and now Idunia would change the foundation of the nation I held dear, just to feel like they did something worth chattering about. The Knightly Order, based on valor and strength, is reduced to documentation of supposed valor, an order whose deeds are more documented on pieces of paper than in the hearts of people they save. Which, as I see it, if they weren’t noble, or offering some powerful relic, the new Sers and Dames turned a blind eye. Then, came the changes of the Templaric order. Most of it, I attribute to young blood trying to prove they have the power to change something. And, sure, I guess they did. You never heard it from my lips because I was so guarded in trying to make nice, and “earn” what was supposed to be granted to me years ago. But, I ******* loathe the place, as it is now. And I knew you hated it too. And you were right to run. I hope, though, that Ildon was kind to you as I rose it to be. Live your life knowing that I’ll be up there waiting for you. I’m not gone, just free of this place, heavy was the tricorn on my brow.

 

Love, 

Granny

 

P.S. Tell the young ones and Veta I said hello. I’m sorry I couldn’t meet them. A lot got in the way, as you can see.

 

Ayni

 

Spoiler

Honeycake,

 

Our time spent was in truth when I was at my weakest and most frail. I knew, in time, that this would break your heart. Trust and know that I never meant it to. We talked a little bit about how death is final, true and you talked of mummification and celebration of life. I hope that you know now that I will try to find you in every life that follows, if there are any. You were a precious part of my end days, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get to repay you. So, I offer you a little token of my battles. Some lobster chitin that you can fashion into a shield, and always remember me.

 

Love, 

Mae

 

Barahir

 

Spoiler

Barahir,

 

Know now in my death that I never saw fault in you. In the face of duty you always persevere, answer when asked and commit when on a path that swallows you. Let now, your grit and integrity be your strengths if you want to become a knight from your squirehood. Like I have said to you before, most all of this is up to you and what you see in yourself is hardly all of the equation. See the extraordinary things that other people see in you. Younger cousins looking up to their captain for orders, loving gazes, bloody battles. Be what people want from you, but transcend people's expectations of you. You are not what they think you are, you are more.

 

Best,

Maerîl

 

Nickolai

 

Spoiler

Nicky,

 

I write this with hope in my pen. I know that new missives have come forth condemning you for something you have not done, but if there’s any purchase to what I have told you time and time again, there will be another day. A day where things won’t have to be so strained and your grip on the world will be less taxing. I always believed in you. Even when things happened with your babes, your life. I knew it was all done because you were strained in what you could not do. You were even punished for running, which you had every right to do. I tried to do my best, to grant you some piece and take some of the blame. Know with what little conviction is left in my aching body that Iudas cannot control you, because he is indebted to the crown. Indebted to Pharazon, who has sworn an oath to protect you from unnecessary crimes. Know that a priest that is well-loved is an undesired one, at least by nobles. They don’t owe anything to anyone, they don’t have to grovel at the feet of a King to keep their station, as he has had to do multiple times. Fifty signatures, remind him of it if he comes for you again. Of which he doubtlessly will.

And never stop writing, your outlet in the pen is your best weapon. Figure out where your allegiances lie, because mine was always in trying to give you what little peace I could grasp for you.

 

All my love,

 

Maerîl

 

Ninny and Linny

 

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Ninny and Linny,

 

I miss you girls, if I am honest. Each day that passes without my little twin shadows I sadden. Yet, I wanted to apologize. Not just for my inaction, but for that I never put you girls forth to be true O’Rourkes by adoption. I loved you like my own, and as I write this I wonder how you all are, cooped up in that house I’ve knocked on many times. Even so, be brave for me. The world needs bright girls like you, even with me not in it. Don’t let this break you, and most of all, don’t blame yourselves.

 

Love,

Maerîl

 

The Zimrabars

 

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To the Zimrabar Family,

 

Truly I wish I had more to say on this matter. But the truth is that I knew my death was coming but I didn’t know how to tell anyone. Selfishly, or perhaps graciously I kept the contents of my visions to myself, knowing that there was nothing I could do to stop it or change it. Nonetheless, I wish you all prosperity and hope your loyalty to Ildon does not end when I pass, as much as d’Artagnan and other houses have done their darndest to poach you. Heed the words of my great-grandson as he takes the mantle of the great County I have only built with your support. I thank you, for all those years back when you were finding a place to be, and you chose me to help you settle. It was one of my greatest honors.

 

Love,

Lady Maerîl

 

The Greyes

 

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To the House of Greye,

 

I know our story is complex and often has niches not even I understand. The coup, the war, and then you came to me. I have been thankful for many things in the long life I was thankfully granted, but you are one of the most interesting. I hope you remember my talks to you about redemption, I do hope a nation that you live in now, built around the True Faith would understand that redemption is not a one-way street. If you feel the need to remind them of that, then so be it. I hope you get what you deserve, and not in the menacing and threatening way everyone else seems to levy at you. But, peace, in whatever form it comes to you in. Lead with my example. Because for all of my messes I still cleaned them up rather well, even if I wasn’t a perfect Lady. I hope the world treats you well, is what I am trying to say. Take care over Edrica and help the new successor, as I am sure you would have no trouble doing, I just wanted to make sure. And as much as I hate goodbyes, I bid mine to you. And the best of luck.

 

Love,

Lady Maerîl

 

[Bones 180]

r

[ChainedDragons 1374]

The omen whistles to a bird as it delivers his letter, letting it perch on his shoulder. But as he read the letter his eyes began to water. "....so vy too are gone...." His torn ears lower as the bird chittered into them. "...ea never got to tell vy goodbye old friend..." Nickolai's voice cracked as he sat by the aviary, holding the letter in his metal fingers. "Ea will do better.. ea promise.."

[confusedjester 811]

r

[marsloll 1384]

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[By Credo Quia Absurdum]

 

༺𓆩⚔︎𓆪༻ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴀɪɴ. ༺𓆩⚔︎𓆪༻

 

The letters were almost pulled apart in white-knuckled fists - the grip of the spectral seer strong enough to begin to rip the paper just by her terrible shaking. White tresses fell over her face and shoulders - a physical shield to hide her features away from such a cruel world. Surrounded by her companions alive and dead, there were quiet whines of worry that fell upon deaf ears.

 

I wasn’t there. Again. How many times do I have to go through the same lesson and never learn?

 

How many times will I torture myself to realize that everything I touch becomes withered? Would I have even made a difference if I had been there?

 

- Plip. Plip. Plip -

 

The trembling letter began to stain with tears that fell upon the paper before the woman began to frantically seek out her necklace - a small mirror lay within the locket. Cradling the papers and locket in both hands, she sought out her grandmother - a fervent whisper, that maybe that death truly was never the end as the woman prayed was true. It’d never come however, no matter how hard she tried. Tears began to fall upon the necklace itself, distorting the mirror within the o'Rourke's hands. 

 

I didn’t even say goodbye. I can’t do anything.

 

Seanmháthair. Seanathair. Where did you go? Where did you go that even I can’t reach you?

 

༺𓆩⚔︎𓆪༻ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴜɴꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ. ༺𓆩⚔︎𓆪༻

[Eliseth 134]

"I am Ayni'munay Sayani'yarlequé!" she declared before Maeril "That is a mouthful child" she said in the sweetest tone "How about I call you Ayni?" the young girl smiled before she declared "And you will be Mae!"
"I can be your tome keeper assistant!" A young girl called out through a hazy memory. The young child followed Maeril through the expanding library, assigned with carrying books and keeping up with her studies. 
"You're Maeril, the slayer of the last witch!" the child proclaimed, though she had no power to give titles, she pretended she did. 

The young child, Ayni Reinhold, often found within the same library, sat at home. Her collection grew, now stashed within her home at the Reinhold Keep. She didn't know of the fate that had befallen her Gran-Ama, one of the first who had shown her kindness since her travels landed her in Azuras. 

She received a letter, alongside a package. She had a wondrous smile, curiosity brimming on Ayni's mind. Her smile did not last long, as humidity formed at the edges of her eyes before they too fell. She had only known Mae for a short time, but she learned what love looked like, before she had met her now parents. 

It was a long time, but after many sniffles. She took a moment, comforted by her mother and father. "I know what I want to be..." it started. 
 

Spoiler

Rest in peace Maeril, balling in the club rn. 
I saw but a moment of your journey, but it was so beautiful and fun to interact with.
I look forward to interacting together on our future characters. 

 

[_Noah_ 7]

 

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The twins stood alone as they received the letter.

 

Ninny looked down at the letter, her hands shook and her head span, the urge to vomit hit her first, and then the tears, she quickly held out the letter to pass it to her sister.

 

Linny clasped her sister's hand; the girl held back tears, it wouldn't do if she broke, it just wouldn't do. She held Ninfirineth's shaking hand tightly and uttered the words she wanted so desperately  to hear but knew she had to say first.

 

“I’m sorry…”

 

Her voice was choked, truth be told the girl wanted nothing more than to cry into her sheets and regret everything, wallow away in a sea of self pity and self blame. That wasn’t who she was though, it would do her sister no good to see such a sight on the passing of their mother in everything but name.

 

Could haves and should haves piled up in the girl’s heart, a storm of them she had no choice but to weather as she stared down at her sister who’s face rarely cracked so.

 

“I.. should have been there for her more.” she choked out as she balled her fists up tightly, her skin growing pale.

 

 “I wanted to speak with you more, make you proud.” 

 

 

The girl wrapped her arms around the other half of her, it was at times like this her idea of Ninny really being the younger of the two came to the forefront of her mind; she had a duty to her just as much as to herself. 

 

“Shhhh… I know…. I know….” her voice was choppy, it was all she could do not to bawl her own eyes out, stay strong ... stay strong ... really her sister was just vocalising exactly how she felt, she regretted wasted time, spent time, time that was never coming back.

 

“Give me the letter back.” she uttered back, her arms still by her sides. “Don’t blame myself, how could I not?” the urge to scream, to shout out in protest built up within her, but all she could muster was her tears.

 

The girl rattling off something so sad hurt the one holding her immensely. It was hard to even try and comfort her, let alone when really she was just echoing her exact sentiments. She put the letter back in her sister’s hand, she must have read it a hundred times already as if expecting the very contents to change if she just felt hard enough.

 

“Nin…”

 

There weren't any words she could really speak of comfort, really in this situation it was all they could do to lick each other’s wounds but she knew the despondent girl beneath her would struggle to even form a thought that wasn’t of remorse, grief or regret.

 

“I never was able to help her, and now it’s too late.” she pushed away from her sister, and gently put the letter flat onto her desk, echoing words that only reinforced her own inferiority complex.

 

All she could do now was stare at the letter and let her tears flow, she knew that she had the power to change nothing, to do nothing, the only thing that made her feel like herself was when the pair made the woman they revered smile, and now regret had filled her, she had even failed to be there to do that in her final days.

 

She lowered her arms sadly, she wanted nothing more than to comfort her sister; she knew exactly how devastating this loss would be to her, ever since she’d woke her up that one night - late as ever, her pale face even whiter as she told her that Maeril had been talking to her about her own life.

 

The matriarch was tied to the young girl’s very value system, unquestionably tethered to her own worth. A lull of self-loathing washed against her heart as she truly appreciated Ninfirineth’s feelings for the first time, at least her sister had tried to be useful instead of being just a freeloader like her.

 

Such thoughts weren’t going to change reality though, they never had and they never would. Ninny didn’t remember their mother but Linny did and going through the grief of losing another was making her head spin in despair.

 

“You… you helped that woman so much…you helped our mother so much ever since she took us in. Ever since you begged to be able to pay for living in that stupid Mole Hole” she choked slightly, her voice wavering, her face so close to assuming the shape she didn’t want her sister to see. She could cry later, weep until the sun broke but not in front of her.

 

“I love you, mother.” Ninny finally stuttered out the words she had been hesitant to say all along, knowing that Maeril had always accepted and loved them, yet always too cautious to speak her feelings aloud.

 

That was when she broke, unable to hold it in anymore. She silently cried as she felt grief crash over the shores of her heart  at the loss of her true mother, their true mother.

 

 

 

(Thank you for all of the fun times with Maeril, Cally, love from both of us)

 

 

Edited April 4 by _Noah_

[Nathaniel Maxwell 66]

"I am only sorry I could not help you, Maeril. It is for the best that you and *only* you knew the truth.", the armored giant lamented, laying himself down to rest.

[M3ster0fpuppets2 38]

Dôlion Zimrabar sat down, rereading the letter several times over before setting it to the side. His usual calm and harsh demeanor had been torn off and left with a sorrowful expression 

"By God's name she finally went down.. I was not expecting this" he laughed weakly, feeling his eyes start to water as he stared at the letter..

 "You forgot to teach me Bardmancy y'know?" He gave a weak smile. Lifting the flute back to his lips and playing once more

 

Edited April 4 by M3ster0fpuppets2

[Cally 1080]

2 minutes ago, M3ster0fpuppets2 said:

Dôlion Zimrabar sat down, rereading the letter several times over before setting it to the side. His usual calm and harsh demeanor had been torn off and left with a sorrowful expression 

"By God's name she finally went down.. I was not expecting this" he laughed weakly, feeling his eyes start to water as he stared at the letter..

 "You forgot to teach me Bardmancy y'know?" He gave a weak smile. Lifting the flute back to his lips

 

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omg wait i did forget

 

[xDisarray 552]

r

[TaraJess 2848]

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i read this first, not the pk, put an r here then wrote everything i needed on a comment in the pk sorry cally im a dumb dumb

oocly ill comment tho. Im very glad to have gotten to know you more the last few weeks. I hope to see you running around on neasa more. I am greatly regretting not interacting with maeril more, asking for more advice and such. suppose that will be reflected in rp from now on. <3