The Pathmaker's Leave

[shiftnative 3103]

*The pathmaker emerges from his dwelling, his hand firmly gripped around a very old looking gnarled crook. On his back sits a pack full of provisions and trinkets. He then sits on the hillside outside his small home in the Sanctuary and presses his quill to parchment.*

"My time spent path-making has been spent well, but my efforts are no longer required. Thank you kindly monks, for the wonderful hospitality and days spent sheathed in song and beauty. The siren's song of the North-East beckons now and I will visit the Cloud Temple when the opportunity arises. I have also taken a few druidic books from the library with Talmb's consent, they will be returned when I am able."

*The elf hangs the parchment on the front of his doorway and carefully walks down the steps toward the central, sanctuary platform.*

** This is not a leaving post, just a transitional period for an influential character. **

[DarkSoundwave 70]

King Izier Vincrute looks at the notice sighing softly. "Another elf off to explore the world... I shall miss our talks Native..."

[Volutional 935]

[ WHAT ]

Idriel watches from afar, as the Elf slowly walks from his home.

Idriel then remembers when she used to look up to Native as a child, as the High Prince.

She smiles.

[Botar 39]

* walks by using his cane as well and nods happily to native as he passes him *

" Hello my old friend, where are you off to today? "

[boingy 15]

Sees the posting and feels sad to see the elf go off on his own. But all must make their own journey's.

[Miquill 188]

*Sees the odd elf smiling slightly, having no idea who he is though.*

"Wha' a oddly large bear'ed elf!"

[shiftnative 3103]

* walks by using his cane as well and nods happily to native as he passes him *

" Hello my old friend, where are you off to today? "

*The pathmaker bows politely and speaks*

"Malinor forests, I wish to aid and learn from the druids."

[Botar 39]

*The pathmaker bows politely and speaks*

"Malinor forests, I wish to aid and learn from the druids."

* smiles and bows *

" Then best of luck friend and may you learn much and may it come into use, good luck my elven friend, and may the roads be easy. "

* waves goodbye and walks to the docks *

[Dash_Rogers 130]

((I want to see more like this. I see ShiftNative as the main protagonist of LotC and his story should be heavily highlighted. Put an update on his tale in the monthly newsletter please!))

[Haelphon 407]

*Haelphon looks at the crown Native once gave him, passing it on to his son, sad to hear his friend has left before they exchanged final words, but happy that his life was influenced*

[Eleatic 1033]

Jaehaeyrs watches Native leave with a subtle frown. Softly tangling the curl's of his beard between his fingers. He shouts a kindly tone as Native himself begins to leave the sanctuary

"Goobye, Narive!"

He smiles ever-so-softly. Stepping away from the group. Stepping inside of the temple, he begins to immerse himself in prayer "Lord Keldrith of the sun..." The prayer begins. Though as it continues it becomes softly harder to hear.

[Toren Neminis 21]

*As is his habit, Toren walks past Native's home in his travels through and then onwards to the lands beyond the Cloud Temple. This time, a fluttering parchment hung on the entrance of the tent catches his eye. With a furrowed brow, he reads the notice. His expression softens once the words impress upon the Elf that Native is simply taking leave for a trip. Toren smiles rather faintly, recalling the memories of the once High Prince.

Toren lifts his head and looks about suddenly, turning on the spot, wondering if he has missed Native by very long. With his keen, cerulean eyes the Elf catches the familiar sight and silhouette of his old friend upon the path as he makes towards the central platform. Noticing that Native is rather encumbered by a heavy pack, Toren merely calls out, waving as he does so,* Safe travels, Native! May Malin always smile his blessings upon you! Good health and good fortune!

[shiftnative 3103]

*As is his habit, Toren walks past Native's home in his travels through and then onwards to the lands beyond the Cloud Temple. This time, a fluttering parchment hung on the entrance of the tent catches his eye. With a furrowed brow, he reads the notice. His expression softens once the words impress upon the Elf that Native is simply taking leave for a trip. Toren smiles rather faintly, recalling the memories of the once High Prince.

Toren lifts his head and looks about suddenly, turning on the spot, wondering if he has missed Native by very long. With his keen, cerulean eyes the Elf catches the familiar sight and silhouette of his old friend upon the path as he makes towards the central platform. Noticing that Native is rather encumbered by a heavy pack, Toren merely calls out, waving as he does so,* Safe travels, Native! May Malin always smile his blessings upon you! Good health and good fortune!

*The pathmaker turns and smiles back at his old friend and bows his head a moment before turning down the North-Eastern path*

[Hiebe 2493]

While walking hiebe sees the elf. He remembers the time he saved the elf and broke those dammed handcuffs off. What a great story it was.

[Solaba 144]

*reads the post*

Mmmhh, I always thought he was called the Pathfinder...