warmishice

In the afterlife, Enomi feels a sudden burst of rage. Doing drugs in her memory is crazy I applaud you

TW: Suicide, Emotional Writing _____________ Outside of the remains of a once great kingdom, one might find a letter with no address. __________ To Those Who Remain, To my remaining friends, this is my final farewell. It’s time for me to leave this realm, with a heart full of broken promises. I am Enomi Dravnu, former noble of a far away kingdom, former resident of Nor’asath. Both of my homes have been lost, with nothing left but ashes and loneliness, it was not meant to be. I am Enomi Dravnu, former partner to a suicide victim, former partner to a man who went missing. Both who had promised not to leave me behind, but both have forgotten their promises. It was not meant to be. I am Enomi Dravnu. When I first arrived in Nor’asath, I was a broken girl with little hope. The time I had spent there was some of the best time of my life. I finally had a place I belonged, where everyone could accept me regardless of my birth. I was truly happy. Regardless of me looking different from my family. Alas, good things do not last, as it was not meant to be. Despite that, I did my best to continue to bring happiness to the land I now called my home. But it was not meant to be, as the remains of an abandoned kingdom were simply crushed by a meteor, a meteor who did not worry about what it’s destruction might do to the poor souls who considered it’s target their only home. Their only source of comfort. Their only source of camaraderie. Alas, it was not meant to be. All that remains is the memory of burning flesh. All that remains is the broken promises of those I loved, of those who left. All that remains is a broken soul, a tired soul. A soul that simply wishes to rest. I’m sorry to those who remain, but do not weep for me. My time in the mortal realm was never meant to last. Instead, embrace those you hold dear to you. Keep your promises. As for me, I’ll finally be moving on to my final chapter. As the water fills my lungs, I’ll be swept away to a better land. Those same waters who brought me to Nor’asath in the first place. Those same waters who doomed me to lose yet another place I called home. I won’t lie to you all, I’m scared. But fear has become a constant to me. Fear of heights, fear of storms, fear of losing people, fear of being alone, fear of scaring others away. Alas, I cannot run from my fears. The only path left is blocked by fear, after all. What other choice do I have but overcoming it? At last, this is my final farewell to you all. I truly hope you are able to live a life happier than mine, more fulfilled than mine. A life with those you love. Please, for my sake, hold them close. That’s my final wish as my soul makes its way to Star’gush. From Your Friend, 𝕰𝖓𝖔𝖒𝖎 𝕷𝖔𝖆'𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖓𝖚

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm apple (yes im apple person)

Enomi Dravnu would read the missive, sighing, "What a... strange name for an organization. Befitting of Cyris, though. I will admit he did well settling this issue." --- In Urguan, Orsola Cottonwood would read the missive, "Oh thank feck. Oughta treat dis Cyris lad to ah drink."

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-=x=- The New Cottonwood Chief -=x=- Hello everyone. I'm here to announce I will be taking my place as the new Cottonwood Chief. Though this is not the kind of challenge I can say I'm used to, I will do my best to serve the Cottonwoods and all of Hefrumm to the best of my abilities. Adapting to this will be a new but welcomed challenge for me to overcome. For those who do not know me, I am Orsola Cottonwood, niece of the great Paragon Bjor Cottonwood, founder of our beloved Hefrumm. Daughter of Baldin Frostbeard and Fraye Cottonwood, a union of both mountain and forest dwarves. Most of my years were spent in the woods, living with only the company of nature itself. I spent many years hunting, crafting, and doing what I could to survive. Although those days are now gone, I still often spend time alone surrounded by the trees. As someone who has spent most of her life in the woods, I hope to lead the Cottonwoods back to our roots in nature the best I can. Not only that, but I hope to make the Cottonwood community thrive once again. In the future, some events will be hosted to bring Cottonwood culture back to Hefrumm. Though they will be Cottonwood events, I hope dwed of all clans and cultures will be able to enjoy and share such activities with our fellow dwarves. Be you a cave dwarf, mountain dwarf, or forest dwarf, everyone shall be welcomed with open arms, as all of us are creations of the great Yemekar. Before finishing this message, I would quickly like to thank all who have supported me. I would not be here without you, and I will prove to you I was worthy of your trust. Cottonwood Chief, Orsola Cottonwood OOC: Anyone who has questions or suggestions is more then welcome to reach out to me on discord (warmishice)! I also plan on reviving the Cottonwood discord so there will be a better place to do so in the future :)

Enomi Dravnu was thankful to be there in Jerry's final moments. She fondly remembers the times she sat with Jerry on the beaches of Savoy, hiding from the wind in his small hole he called home at the time, feeding him kelp from her palm as she ate cake with the other. Silent prayers would follow his last breath. A smile graces Enomi's face, thankful to have had the honor of meeting such a gentle, kind creature. Enomi's skygod may or may not have actually shed tears over this. Don't worry about it.

Enomi Dravnu, after hearing the tales of the survivors, decides to go venture the swamps. She hopes to find at least a few of the missing persons, or at the very least return unharmed...

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