Halls Of Aeriel

[wealthypiano 394]

Mathean toldfir makes a slow, and late entrance into the room where the speech takes place, following alongside the recently entered rose man, Terryn Elgan.

 

Their tabards are pressed and smooth, any old marks from their chainmail is gone, and Mathean's suit contains a hood, chainmail strewn over the top of it. They now have new markings on the top of the tabards's shoulders. A lorraine cross sewn in bright gold. Mathean brings a leg up, stomping it into the door as they swing open. He returns it to the ground almost casually, clearly not having been in the mood to use his hands.

 

He and Terryn both drag a chair out of somewhere, sitting directly in front of the speaker. "Continue!" He states, rather forcefully in his words, giving a slight chuckle, not having talked to anyone other than Terryn recently in Aeriel's halls. He looks to the dark elf rather quickly. "Filf." He grimaces, looking back to the speaker.

[Stephensj 327]

Kazotar looks to Patah, laughing slightly "Yes, You did." He then looks to the white roses as they barge in, growling slightly "Seems like you flowers think you have authority here. Well I will not let you dampen my mood in death aswell." He snorts slightly before moving over to the dark elven women with the toddler and child, whispering to her.

[Eleatic 1033]

Upon Patah's welcoming, his long elvish ears flicking upward, he goes toward the white roses, smiling in a rather grim way, proceeding to place a hand on the man's shoulder. Growling bruskly at him, rage clear in his sanctimoniously convoluted face, he looks at them on and up, and proccedes to spit in their face; He is wearing a robe, like that an Aeriel Worshiper would. He shakes his head at Terryn, Just sighing.
"You preach hate! White roses! Soon Aeriel shall condem you! You do not speak for god, human!"
He picks up a hand, abrubplu smacking him, before siting down.
"Aeriel. Send him to the nether, preeeeeeetyyyyy pleeeaaase."

[MetaSolaray 242]

A black haired man stood afar from the group, peering over a book with a gentle smile that seemed to speak of an inner peace. He had lived in the hallf of Aeriel for a time, a long time indeed and had seen much of his son and his adventures. Yet here as he watched over him he knew that he had done much good for the boy. "It is good for the Noble Orc to have found his place at last. Blessed be the lighten path that has guided you home Kazotar." He added gently as he looks over at the orc, tilting his head with a soft smile. His apperance was broad, tall, yet with a father gentleness about it. Ever his tone had the soft careful tone that a certain blue haired tended to use. His own robes were of a golden yellow set, a combat robe similar to the blue hair but styled differently. The arms of the robe seemed wider, the attire seemed more of the garb of a tactician then a fighter.

[Stephensj 327]

Kazotar looks towards the man, narrowing his eyes "You seem familiar, have we met before?"

[MetaSolaray 242]

His fingers lightly trailed on the book with the touch of a well learned man, every motion of his eyes seemed to give the offering of peace and serenity, yet in his voice held a foundation of firmness in spirit. Rising to a standing position he let his eyes glance over Kazotar's narrowing glare and smiled a gentle reassuring smile to him as he let his head shake softly, "Nay my noble Orc you had not the pleasure of meeting me in the mortal realm. Though I feel you may have known of another who shares my blood." He adds in the similar tone as he lets his fingers grasp and close the book firmly and with a soft expression and sigh he remained standing in a form of firmness.

[Stephensj 327]

Kazotar tilts his head, a bit surprised "Meta?"

[MetaSolaray 242]

The man scuffs softly as he shakes his head, pushing his dark brown hair out of his face as he looks at the orc, "Oh no my noble orc, but you are aware of the name of my son. I am Trinity Solaray; Former Master of the Order of the Flowing Sun." He added in a soft tone as he bowed respectfully towards Kazotar, as an equal in the halls. 

[Stephensj 327]

"So, your meta's father?" He says rubbing his chin as he tries to process this information.

[MetaSolaray 242]

At this he nods his head solemnly, taking care to still maintain his usual distance and mannerism, "Indeed I am the who trained and raised Meta to the age of nine; where he took it upon himself to further his training in solitude. 

[Eleatic 1033]

A bumpity bump. [].

Lornas looks to his hands, he is burnt, dreadfuly, a sour mess. In evidence, his crimson eyes stained black with ash, his mind not allowing reprieve from the damned events which surrounded his life, he sighs, and looks around, "Aemond is here, I can feel it.." He says with a groan, shaking his head in a way like he can't believe it, "Esaeriel Too." He begins to moan, in a way that he feels the utmost pain, all dead. Wait, he was dead too? He shook his head, considering for a moment, Berill infront of him, he looks to Berill, smiling. "In a moment, great-grandfather.. Can't get used to meeting you~ A high elf took off your head, aye?" He nods, and Lornas shrugs, "I blew myself up. I have to admit, for the twenty seconds the explosions roared behind me, it was fun. Then the skin burnt off my face, and my work flew into the sky as ash and rubble.." Berill sighs, and says simply to his great-grandson, "Don'h be sahd it hapehend, 'ye fawker." "Beh happeh' yeh' escaped lyfe." Lornas could take comfort in that, atleast. He set out into the afterlife, "Aemond is here, somewhere.. I'll go pay him a visit."

[spqrSancus 175]

*Sancor rises up, seeing Aeriel's halls, and wanders through them. Seeing the glorious light of the Creator, he walks towards him. He smiles, knowing that those who understand each other have no need for words. He sits by the Creator's hearth, staring into the flames, watching his friends. He awaits them, and when they die, he will welcome them into Aeriel's halls personally.*

 

"I await, my friends..." he mumbles to himself, and looks out the door, back into the halls. Now, he would explore, looking onto Daemon and Aengul alike, and know them personally.

[Amorphbutt 199]

Alieu walks around the Hall, and then sees Kazotar. "YOU!" she shouts as she stomps over to him, a clear look of anger in her eyes and on her face. "You bloody bastard!"

[spqrSancus 175]

*Sancor hears the shouting and rushes into the main hall.*

 

"Woah, woah! What's going on?" he yells, "this is a place of peace and rest! Forgive him, for we bask now in the gods' glories together!"

[spqrSancus 175]

*Sancor watches as the conflict dies out. He walks back into the Creator's room, and peers down into the world below. He watches Azel, as he makes way from Malinor, observes what he writes and says. He grows sad for a moment, for the first time in a long time, but he is happy too. He is glad, that this brave and honourable former Sentinel, is doing this. He is glad, that in the end, the message he strove for so long to be brought to the people, has been brought to some ears and eyes at least. He is saddened by the fact that Khel, the one who upheld the traditions of all Mali, who worked for the common good of the elves, left Malinor, but he understands why. In time, perhaps, Malinor would die away, and he or his descendants might take up the mantle to begin the story of the elves anew. He did not know that it would, but he felt it may well happen. It was one of few things he did not know, after he had died. The future was the only thing obscured to him. He then turns his attention to the brother he only recently knew he had. He looks upon Elsil, and hopes, perhaps, he might one day join those who had left Malinor for it's corruption.*

 

((The link to Azel's RP of leaving: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/83238-the-death-of-a-sentinel-the-rebirth-of-a-ranger-and-drow/))