"a Body Has Been Found"

[Botar 39]

Nod's and begins to lower the coffin carefully into the ground, shaking his head as he does so " Aye, a shame. We beh needin more doctor's in this world. A shame this one had tah go. An I am sorry tah intrude but, what dud ya say to him?" He asks as finishes lowering it down, the box coming to a rest with a soft thud in the dirt.

[Bircalin 332]

Perched upon one of the many towering trees surrounding the Cloud Temple, Bircalin holds his footing against a comfortingly sturdy branch portruding from the spruce's trunk.

Brushing the nagging leaves aside for a somewhat clearer view, he watches as Botar is laid to rest, unable to even begin hearing the voices and words exchanged.

Loosening his grip around the thick trunk, he comes to rest sitting on the claimed branch with an exasperated sigh of both relief and contempt.

"Seperate trees, we were. But our roots fed from the same soil, the same land, the same home."

Bircalin's eyes bear little emotion, though for a brief moment, the lightest twinkle of fresh moisture becomes apparent, hastily dealt with by an abrupt sniff.

"Be with her, my friend. Take care of her for me... Be sure to give my darling my regards and..."

Gritting his teeth in a fresh flurry of anger, his chest heaves as his lungs trap a hefty sum of air only to be released shortly after in a clumsy series of exhaled breaths through his nostrils. His jaw shuffles uncomfortably before realigning itself with a short whimper of resignation.

"Tell her I am sorry, my darling Daffodil... Tell her I will always, undoubtedly love her, but I must move on. If you can hear me, Botar... Tell her."

Bircalin then chooses to sit in utter silence through the result of both an unforgiving sense of foolishness and sombre reminiscence.

[Botar 39]

The man finishes placing the body in the ground, as he picks up a shovel, and begins piling to dirt atop the coffin "A somber job.. But some one got tah do it" he say's "I wonder if anyone else going tah come and mourn his grave?"

[lcflaherty97 29]

*Tears form in William's eyes when he hears the name of the man*

 

"No... No... I should have been there for him. This is all my fault. 

 

*William holds back the tears trying not to break down in front of the man*

 

"M.. May I see if it is really him?"

 

*William stands there waiting for a response from the man.*

[Botar 39]

The man stomps mid motion with his shovel, and looks to the young man "are ya sure lad? When they found him it was.. well.. ratha gruesume, but if ya wish I understand." he says as he grabs a few things from his cart and hooks them to the cart, and using a little ingunity, is able to bring the coffin back onto the surface, as he then moves beside it "Whew... Well. do ya still want tah do this" also turning to Nienna "this will be disturbin"

[lcflaherty97 29]

*William nods still trying to hold back his tears*

 

"Yes... I need to know if it is really him. I need to know what I have caused.

[Botar 39]

      Nod's at the man "Ver well, but dun say I did not warn ya" He says grimly as he works on prying off the coffin's lid. He reveals a corpse of a man, his clothes of a fresh and clean white shirt and simple cloth pants, his hair has been cut and trimmed from a clearly rough state to where it is presentable, still a dull grey. Yet this is where the good aspects stop, as the face is drawn and ashen white, with the skin showing early signs of decay, white it seems both the left eye and right cheek have been chewed on and repaired to the best abilities of medical professionals, leaving a patchwork of stitched skin, the parts of the chest that show's display claw marks and patterns of various woodland animals having lied on him. 

The body has three objects with him, resting within the wooden coffin, one being a leather bound journal, held close and tightly in his interlaced fingers, placed on his chest. On his right lies a good sized hand and a half sword,  it's hilt of steel bound in leather, with what appears to be a ender pearl held into the hilt as the pommel, all held in a simple peace tied leather sheath, yet a dull glimmer of blue peeking from it. Upon his left lies another sword, smaller yet with a very ornate and shining hilt, held in a fine leather and steel sheath, again peace tied also.

"most of teh more severe damage is coved by teh clothes, but trust me, you dont want to see it. The doctor's dun had alot to work with when they found him, guess whatever he drank sorta pickled him a little, let him decay slower or sumthin. Still, he had these on him and yet nothin else in teh room when they found him, so they decided tah leave them alone and bury him with them, out respect ya see, but some lady came by and mumbbled some thing over teh book, not sure why."

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*Nienna sighs., looking at the corpse.*

"I think I know why," She says, reaching out to take the book from his hands- rather unflinchingly, as she's seen it all before. "Botar was an alchemist, and a good one." She fires a swift, one-eyed glance at the man. "You should know better than to bury a man with his book. The point of the darn things is for others to read it."

[Botar 39]

The book does not leave his grasp, no matter how hard you pull, yet as you do a small slip of paper falls out of it, which itself seems like a small notice, written in Botar's hand, if abit shaken  "The sword, The gift, and the journal, all for one, good for none, do not remove, others about and to be found, the secrets within for no mortal eyes, these things be left for the dead, yet the other tools, and the other words for others to learn. Leave the dead with what they may, for there last requests may be once for last safe"

The book's title comes clear aswell as one of his fingers shift, seeming to be a recent addition to the worn leather cover "Decora's private journal, to whoever may find this, please keep closed"

[lcflaherty97 29]

*William can hold the tears no more and falls to his knees as he sees the corpse of his father*

 

"I... shouldn't have left. I was the only one he had. His own son left him... " 

 

*William slowly stands wiping tears away, but as fast as he is wiping them away they come back.*

 

" ...but not this time. I wish to help bury him with you."

[Botar 39]

The man nod's to william and turns to Nienna "Ya should not touch the book, from the people who took a peek at it, its some sorta journal, some one dat was close to him" he sighs "If ya done paying yor respects, ya should let me bury him"

[Botar 39]

Shrugs as the woman does not respond and beings to close the casket back up, aiming to help William bury his father.