The Passing Of Randolph The Gray

[Althallos 9]

 

 

The Passing of Randolph

 

Leaning against a tree in the midst of Malinor, Randolph stood and watched the burning of a nearby inn. Those citizens who tried in vain to stop the fire scattered back and forth, buckets of water being unloaded by the ton. A call rang out, which Randolph heard clearly.

"She's gonna blow, everyone get back!"

 

With a sigh, Randolph looked more deeply into the building. His recent life played through his head.

 

 The destruction of his library

 The loss of most of his friends

 The emptiness in his own heart.

 

A nod, and Randolph decided he had naught but unfullfillable hopes to live for. He took a deep breath, and charged silently toward the building.

 

There was a flash of light, and Randolph's life played back once more.

 

A reunion with his friends, and plans to build a library.

Elation with the success of the newly opened Tuva Library

Hope for the future

 

*SMACK*

Randolph rammed into a post, sinking down to a slumped, seated position. He gazed downwards, his eyes rewarded with the sight of huge chunks of wooden shrapnel jutting from his chest.

A few minutes later, as he coughed and sputtered, an elf approached Randolph, attempting to assist him and call a healer.

"N-no..." Randolph said.. "Just... Get me, Cir'dian.."

 

As one of his last friends approached him, Randolph smiled with happiness. "Ah, my friend.. 's good to see you.."

"You asked for me, Randolph... by name?"

"Y-yes.." a cough, and a wheeze. "I w-wanted to say, Goodbye... before I left.."

"I'm not sure there's much I can do here, to help you." 

"Ah-h... I'm past help now.." He coughs.

 

And as he lay dying, Randolph spoke one last phrase to his dear friend: "Something.. tells me... deep inside..." He coughs up some blood. "That we will definitely... see each o-other a-gain... Some....d-a-ay....." A final breath leaves Randolph's lungs, and he lies back against the post and closes his eyes, a small and sad smile upon his face....

 

(( The grave built for Randolph, with *His ghost* standing beside it. ))

[Pato 82]

((The music fit perfectly. *sniffs*))

[dandan1350 479]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.