Resignation Of A Vanguard

[Aeus 2653]

*A note is hung at the noticeboard of the barracks. It is written in a familiar handwriting*

 

 There is no easy way to put this, never was, and there probably will never be one. It has been a great time, and I am proud to have been called a Lumidrim. But with the war onto us, and my child on his or her way, I am forced to leave the Lumidrim. I realized that if I die, my child will grow without a father, or a role model. I have gotten very near to death many tines in this past elven week, and I can not just risk having my child grow up without a father. This is the reason I take my leave, and I assure you I will come back to the Lumidrim, and to fight for my nation, but for now, I say van'ayla. I hope that one day, I will be welcomed once more with open arms. Thank you for everything llirs, I will not forget you.

 

*The signature is written in big bold letters*

                                                             -Loh'an Garrison [vanguard]

 

*The uniform is neatly folded with the helmet on the top*

[Free The Hobbits 859]

((The Halflings know you're secret))

[Samler 1565]

Seth Calith walks inside the barracks as he does from time to time, he raises an eyebrow as he reads the notice and shakes his head a little. "It seems he not one which would belong within our walls, then he does visit." He says quietly He takes up a small pen and crosses out "llirs" and writes above it "lliran". "Hopefully others will not make the same mistake of the elven."

[Aeus 2653]

*Is having a child with a pure Mali'aheral, AFTER they got officially married*

[gombieminecraft 17]

* Vanguard Dwayne stumbles into the barracks, having a long day behind he's back, he noticed the paper hanging on the wall, taking a quick glance towards it, he continued to walk but quickly turns as he''s curiousity took the overhand. He slowly starts to read the paper on the wall *

 

* Dwayne releases a sigh, as he noticed that he lost a colleague and a friend *

 

Do come visit us time to time... * he mumbles, looking at the paper

[lιoɴ 248]

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