The End Of An Old Evil

[Caln McHarnish/porkchopp2 71]

Caln McHarnish looks around at all the crying people in the Silverblade Palace. Slowly, he goes off to a separate room by himself and locks the door behind him. There, Caln sits on the bed with his face in his hands. Tears stream down his face, but they are not of sadness but of joy. Caln slowly lifts his head and looks up at the ceiling.

"Bless you Creator. You have answered my prayers"

((OOC: Porkchopp2 goes home and cries in sorrow. :( I will miss Boiendl))

[Galendar 631]

((Christmas day... 2012.... Boiendl comes running out of the courthouse in Elysium wearing a santa hat and a black speedo... we chased him through the streets of New Arethor until he was corned. Never forget....))

[3andD 1722]

xxx~*...LIKE DIS IF U CRY EVRY TIME...~*xxx ))

[racingbrother 226]

Atop the canopy of the great forest of Malinor, an army of clouds supersede the sky. Talk of an elderly man from Oren dying start to whisper through the trees and leaves, and up to the clouds that loom ever so menacingly above the Princedom. As if the words were a sharp dagger, they pierce through the cloud, allowing the tears of those who overlook the forest to pour down. Wind slowly begins to pick up from the sea to the north, forcing the leaves to dance in the rainfall. The wind finally reaches an elderly pile of dead leaves, blowing them away to reveal the wilting corpse of one Wilting Druid. The wind, ever so strong, pushes the corpse onto its back, looking up to the falling drops. The tears of rain begin to cover the lower half of the druid's face. Its upbeat and smiling face that was once known quickly turns downtrodden with the rain. The day clears once more as the storm moves on, the wind staying steady. It moves the jaw of the corpse, looking to conjure the words, "Goodbye my eldest rival... goodbye Boiendl." The wind moves on, the corpse does not. It sits there in the canopy, still rotting away, still wallowing in the tears of sadness that fell over its face.