Botar

MC Name: Botar RP Age: Equivalent of his early thirty's to late twenties Hair style?: Close, near buzz cut Type of clothing[Descriptive]: See Reference Color of shirt?: Reference Color of pants?: Reference Dress?: Loose fitting, easy to wear. Simple. Gender?: Male Race?: Elf (W/ tanned skin, think bronze almost ) Reference picture?: http://i.imgur.com/jdHlcza.png Minus the hat Also before you do said skin a question, how much will this cost as I have 600 Mina to my name.

(( she really could use some time with the old doctor. She sounds like she could use a friend. ))

The old doctor reads the notice and mumbles under his breath "God damnit."

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

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"

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"

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."

also, are they in the over world and the wilds, or just one or the other?

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"

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?"

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.

"Really? well damn I did't know. Feller must had a neather of a life then, gota wonder.. what drove him to do this to himself? from what I herd about em he was not a bad sort." The man says as the other two monks depart back to their own duties, as he places the cart and the coffin next to the freshly dug grave.

The rest of the ride is uneventful as the cart comes to a stop at the temple, as the man goes to the back and pulls out the coffin, lugging it onto a smaller cart placed nearby and carrying it to a spot some distance away, a fresh grave dug by two young monks. The man grumbles " Bah, wishin some one help meh with this bloody thing " as he is pulling the smaller cart.

"Ah I see, well from wat I heard of him from a few of teh folks in town, he seemed like a stand up guy. But still mah heart goes out to ya, always harsh tah lose a friend" The man say's as the cart comes close and closer to the temple, only about half a mile away from it "I wonder if anyone else guna jump on in?"