Altasriel~

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As the last glimpse of life fades from Altasriel weakened and nimble body. While the final beats of his heart begin to die out, men rush down the stairs, Monks of Asulon. Reaching his collapsed-heartened body, fine mist of blood linger in the air, while the aroma dried blood stained the ground. His silvery robs and Elven-Armor stained with blood , while trails of smears of blood lead in all directions around the temple. Silvery shards of metal laid on the ground, droplets of blood stroll across each and everyone of them. The Monks immediately tended to Altasriel. Several monks stepped in the crisp-dried blood, cracking it while some stood on the outskirts of the blood. They were breathlessly, petrified at the scene, praying to Aeriel for his guidance. Some monks brought the necessary equipment to aid Altasriel, for his life was on the edge of a thread.

Using the healing arts to guide his very soul to his broken body. While some provided assistance through medical experience, by cleaning the wounds, removing any excess tissue or metal, before finally bandaging it. The Monks dramatically lifted and took his corpse to a room, and rested him on bed while they finally proceeded. with the last of the operations. Healing the last remnants of his tissue left in his chest while repairing all of his eternal organs. Several days Altasriel rested in the temple, but on his final day loud screeches, screams, and scowls echoed through the temple. Ones made by men and women shouting at a silvery raven, flying and swooping down in the temple. Men opened the entrance to Altasriel to tend to this nuisance leaving them in a temporary weak spot and the raven recognizing this opportunity, swooping into his quarters, landing onto a stand fitted for covers and clothing. It peered down at his broken body, screeching loudly and viciously because it bared the mark of the Mali'aheral Second Legion and his gemmed ornate- emerald composed and fitted in the center of his Ancient Holy Elven Armor.

Men and women entered the room scowling at the bird furiously, until realizing the mark bared on it leg. Recognizing the mark and Altasriel bloodline, they sent a messaged to the Mali'aheral, and Servants of Haelun'or notifying them of his incident. As the Mali'aheral received there message, panic, shock, and agony rained in the streets. They sent runners and messagers to Altasriel, telling them bring him back to his rightful home. The Monks accepted there decision, since they'd already stabled his heart rate and wounds. But reminded and advised them to give him day-to-day care for the coming months. The Mali'aheral left were Altasriel graced in there hands, bringing him to his rightful home, Haelun'or, the Silver City. As they entered through the residential gate, Mali'aheral stood and look down upon his body, silent tears strolled down there cheeks as some frowned like none before.

((Continue))

[Sporadic 2844]

The rumors flew about. Word from the tavern arose that it was Nelecar himself who had assaulted a pure-blooded Mali'aheral in the very city they once called safe. Ellir, though she hated Nelecar with nearly every fiber of her pure being, she could not imagine him assaulting a full-blooded High Elf. Zelphar had not been such, but Altasriel...

Another casualty to the nameless, faceless Orcs, then... Ellir gritted her teeth and walked off, going to check up on Altasriel once more.

[Yuln 265]

*Wistling of the leaves has brought word to the pretty Máli'Ahèral, dressed in her blue robes. Vallel'Yuln Aeléyèlsa sits in the small park, overthinking the recent happenings. She stares over the pond to the birch she had planted some time ago, it had grown strong, she sees. It fills her with sadness to think of the Máli'Ahèral that were killed and injured, she wonders how long it will take before this tree would burn, along with the rest of the silver city. She raises her voice and sings a song of doubt sadness, in the ancient language.*

"Oh Sorrowful, You cry for our wounded"

"Oh Wounded, You are drowned in your pain"

"Oh Dead, You left us lonely and deserted"

"How, my brothers and sisters?"

"How, have we called this upon ourselves?"

"Did we not do our duty?"

"When the wounded becomes the dead"

"Only the sorrowful remains"

"For what? I ask"

"To rebuild, or to avenge?"

"As avenge, brings satishfaction"

"As rebuild, brings proparity"

"In the end, we can't waver"

"In the end, we need to decide"

"In the end, we need to live"

*A single tear drops from Yuln's cheek and hits the liquid mirror, it disturbes the water surface. Circles spread, as the wind brings the song to the rest of the city.*

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