It is dark. The stars shine brightly, the night silent besides bugs and birds occasionally filling the Ordium with sounds. Suddenly a multitude of low though long horn blows echo throughout the area. These continue for a span of five minutes. Kharajyr near or far would hear these, signalling the death of the Tlatlanni. Vyallu stands awaiting within the opening chamber of the main tower, accompanied by the Moongazers, each clad in their spiritual robes. The wisps too have gathered, each rotating silently above the priests.
As the Kharajyr in the immediate would gather, their faces worn in sadness, though no words spoken as each would understand the situation. Vyallu and the priests offer each Kha’ a torch making sure each are prepared. She begins her silent march out of the main tower, lighting her torch on the many braziers surrounding the floating island. Assuming the other Kharajyr are following, she continues down the bridge onto the warp. Vyallu leads the group down the withered coastline with a torch and trident in hand.
The grouping eventually makes it to the edge of the coast where Vyallu stops, she plants her torch into the ground as she walks into the waters. Vyallu continues into the lake where the island once stood, motioning for the Kha’ to continue following her. The water is calm as the Kha’ swim towards the middle of the of the shattered lake, diving down below. Once below the Kharajyr who had followed would be greeted with a familiar sight, the lowest portion of the Temple which had survived the explosion. Vyallu allows time for the Kha’ to wring water from their fur and hair, standing infront of the last chamber door.
“Po vena”
Vyallu mutters the two words, the chamber doors grinding loudly, the large doors sliding by and opening the hallway. Before entering Vyallu picks up a stone brick, motioning silently for each Kharajyr to pick up one of their own. Vyallu continues the march into the last room which would resemble a large cave, looking natural. Once entering completely and each Kha’ climbing the little overhang, they would be greeted by the fallen Tla’. Morthawl is still hunched over the greatsword, still impaled and bloody.
“Sa’vi Patta..”
Vyallu speaks silently and stands motionless for a short moment for each Kharajyr to take it in. Though Vyallus posture does not falter or laze, having made peace with the situation the best she can, standing strong for the Kharajyr.
“Vyallu haws cawlled the Kharajyr here tu lay awr Tlatlanni Morthawl tu rest.. Vyallu hupes each Kha’ cawn pay sume sawrt awf respects awr wurds, bawt et is awl’ryght tu remayn silent.” Vyallu turns to Morthawl, placing her hands an the hilt of the greatsword firmly, bowing her head. “Fawrgeve Vyallu.” She pulls the sword from Morthawls chest carefully, blood oozing out of the still fresh wound.
Vyallu cleans the blade of its excess blood with a rag before sliding it into the keyhole, causing the lava wall to falter and dissipate, the remaining lava oozing into the oblivion bellow. Within the chamber the wall protected would show it is as empty as it has been since the disappearing of Metztli’s stone, though Metztli’s presence is still there.
“Vyallu requi’awrs awsistawnce.”
Vyallu turns to the Kharajyr, asking for two or three Kha’ to carefully grab hold of Morthawl. As they assist they move Morthawl into the chamber where the stone once was, placing Morthawl onto the center island platform. Vyallu nods her head in thanks and returns to face the gathered Kharajyr.
“Vyallu stands nu mawr aws Ti’Vyallu, bawt aws Tla’Vyallu. The cawming road will be rough bawt weeth the Kharajyr’s help we will stawnd tall awnd pursevere. Aws the Tlatlanni awff tha Kharajyr Vyallu we’awll mayke Metztli..” She looks to Morthawl’s husk. “-Awn Morthawl prawd..”
Vyallu then moves to enter the quartz chamber once more to place a stone brick next to Morthawls side and his trident into his hand, looking over him again. “Patta, mul’ta fawr mayk’awn Vyallu whu she es. Mul’ta fawr everytheng thawt Morthawl haws dun. Nawh.. Every’thawn Morthawl’s star cawn see, es Morthawls.. Sa'vi.”
Vyallu turns to the other Kharajyr to stand amongst them, letting them speak if they so choose.
(( :C Make an RP post of what your Kha’ would say etc and place your Kha’s stone around Morthawl as he/she finishes please, we’ll continue this probably tomorrow so that y’all can get your word in before finishing. Thanks.))