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An elfess..now a widow sat in her home...it felt more empty without her love...her light, she wiped her face of tears that peirced through running down her face "I...will miss you my love...until we meet again...." she muttered as she then sat there and began weaping more..the pain recent and far too grand at the moment..but she knew she would have to be strong...for their daughter.

A female wood elf would lay in the hospital bed bound...she was extremely worried about her husband who had been snagged by the seagull "please...just be alive..."

Cpyress looked towards his mother, his eyes welling up with tears as he finally was reunited with his mother in death, and he felt overjoyed moving to embrace her. "ti...I do mom.."

The old Adunian stood held in the arms of the grandmother he had not known for so long…his tired bones ached as he found his old eyes welling up with tears some, admitting to the fear yet..peace with that he would soon be able to see his mother once more. “Be not afraid, my dear..your bones will return to the soil of this earth, as they were always intended to. You will finally rest amongst the roots, amongst your mother” Those words remained in his mind, and from then on..he remained in the home of his grandmother…a basically retirement for the old adunain…it was peaceful his days filled with the gentle melody of the birds that found the little grove home and the sweet gentle wind that swayed the tree leaves. When he wasn’t resting however…he was at his mother’s grave, tending to it and leaving flowers…her favourite flowers in life. He also thought back on his life…a life that started off rocky in a life where his future had been decided for him and there was expectation, expectation to be a rough and tough man, a fighter who would run a clan. Then when he wandered upon Elvenesse and met its people..began going there more often..and the fights it caused at home, where it was assumed he was being brainwashed, but still he found family in the elven people, he met people he would forever hold in high regard…then met the man who he didn’t know would turn into his father Galan Brylynn, and his travels to Haelun’or began in which he then met his adoptive mother Syllana. Eventually despite hardship…pain and fear, Cypress had his new found family…the Brylynn’s even a little brother and…a mentor of his own, an elder Adunian by the name of John and the group he brought with him also. Those years were simple, happy…but they didn’t last. The battle of Azdromoth reminded him how things could be ripped away and destroyed, a reminder of the mortality of him and the others around him.. He laughed as he thought about that day..now that he was sitting there accepting his body was finally starting to give out, he thought on his son…his darling boy Sylvan…he was happy that he knew his grandmother would be watching after him…since his mother and father were gone…and he had no partner to speak of, he thought on that too how he spent his life a lone man. He never thought he would be a father..but then Sylvan popped randomly into his life..at a time where he was struggling deeply…his sister and mother dead from suicide, his father missing and his mentor also gone having died on a mission. Then there…one day on a patrol a woman long dead with an infant crying in her arms, and despite not knowing how to be a parent he took him in…and he didn’t regret it. Finally…he forced his old creaky bones up as he looked to his mother’s grave a final time and hobbled over to the Vuln’rith home…he went to his room, the one that had been given, he sat down at a desk and wrote, wrote and wrote till his inkwell ran dry and he placed each paper in an envelope to be handed off certain groups and people. Once he was finished…he got up to lay on the soft bed…he looked up towards the roof. Eventually his eyes began to droop and he didn’t fight it one bit, his eyes then fully fell shut…and he breathed his last breath a single thought in his mind. “I am coming home mom…and my dear son, may he live a great life even without me..I finally…get rest” The following letters were left for different people and groups. To the people of Petra: It was a honour to serve for and with you, it gave my life purpose during a time when I had lost purpose and you saw me as capable and for that I will forever be grateful, and continue to serve the crown and it’s people with valor and honor..i know you all can because I have seen it many times before. To my fellow Adunians: Things changed a lot after John died…and many others also breathed their final breaths, and now I will be joining them. I am not a man of much faith but I pray that you all thrive and continue to grow, it's what john would have wanted. To Valindra: I don’t know if you will get this letter, but I have long since made peace with what happened in Haelun’or and how you stood and others stood by and how you tried to keep me there to be turned into a ‘proper high elf’ but that never happened nor would have, I was never a high elf to begin with, and I will forever be disgusted by you and the people of that time, I hope karma will or has been swift to you and the others of that time who stood by and did nothing when I was almost killed…and was broken, and the people that tried to kidnap my baby brother. To Sonna: We have talked already..and I have thanked you already as well..but I leave this letter for you to thank you once more, thank you for making my last days peaceful…and comfortable, I know my son is in the best hands and will not know the loneliness I have once felt in the past..and I will make sure to tell my mom that you say hi. To Matthias: My dear friend, I don’t know where you have been but I hope you are doing well and you get this letter. Thank you for always being there when I was younger, teaching me new things and worrying about my well being during arguments I had with the man who was a part of my birth. You helped me so much to become the man I became and show me there was nothing wrong with being who I wanted to be, I hope you have an amazing rest of your life.

An elfess weaped, she had been there...the moment he drew his final breath how he shoved them all away from the danger using magic...and her trying to run to do something...something to save him, and the gutt wrenching feeling as the golem fell into the magma taking him down with it. She had to be dragged away from the cavern before it shut them all in...eventually she sat alone looking into the air. "Rest well Garedyn...I am...sorry.."

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A rather grumpy and short built dwed would read the missive grumbling a little as she would wipe her former Clan's mark from her face "looks like it be a good thing Io be ditchin' focken hell"

No words were spoken from the elfess as nature tolled the sounds of death, she simply sat in the only place that still had sunlight as she began to just weap, she didn't know how long she sat there nor if she would get up anytime soon. Nemea's mind racing as she felt reality hit her and it hit hard, her teacher was gone the person that guided her dead. she would never forget Tailsan and knew one day she would see her again.

A small musin would hear news of the fellow mouse person's passing little cottage's ears drooped "bye bye friend...cottage miss already" she said as her little beady eyes welled with tears. Nemea was settled within the underlight Grove when knew of the musin's passing, she looked down sighing "rest well flour at least you won't have to see the chaos of this realm's end.."

Nemea sat in the hall very much NOT trapped in the wall thanks to the dwed stoneback

A dwed lass sat reading the missive as she would scratch her beard "maybeh io'll give it a shot..." she then put the missive away for later.

The elfess sat at her home the underlit Grove, she was still exhausted as she let out a soft exhale "A victory for Descendants...however i doubt we are finished our battles.."