Drusus

Deep within the Eternal Forest, the old Lynx Druid exits the court of the Stag Prince as she felt a familiar song enter the realm. After some searching she finally found Brother War. She offered a grin and stretched out her arms. "Hah...welcome, friend. It is time for your old bones to finally rest. Come! I think it's high time we share drinks and war stories, don't you think?" She asks as she sat herself down and offered over a bottle of booze made from a certain Mountain Druid. Valmir hung her head as she looked towards the roaring flames, toying with an offering. She tossed it into the flames and quickly pulled on the helmet for her Sanguine Fire creed armour. Her hand balled up into a fist as she rested it over her heart before speaking. “Narnsae ito iyl, mal’onn. May you rest easy now.” With that she took her leave from the fire to work upon a new project, one to aid in the remembering of her fallen friends. The young Volcano Druid, held a damp cloth to her bruises. When she closed her eyes she could still see her brother’s final moments. Was she right to encourage him to keep on fighting? The wound was a death sentence anyway. The one thing that she could not shake was a feeling of guilt. Guilt that she wasn’t able to save him, though it wouldn’t take long at all for that guilt to turn into fury for she was truly her Grandmother’s blood. “They shall remember you, mal’onn. Mark my words. I will make sure they never forget.” She uttered that promise to the dark and empty room, her golden gaze coming to a close as she winced - applying a fresh cloth to those wounds.

MC Name: DrususTheDumb RP Name: Igne'ihnsil Maya'asul Persona ID: 70895

Within the paladin corner within Savoy, a scarred mali'aheral sat upon the roof. A solem smile being worn on her lips. She had time to wipe away her tears from the sudden shock of the news but now was in a state of quiet acceptance. "Blessed be, Sister Snow. Thank you for all the lessons you gave me." She'd utter out quietly as her eyes glanced over the camp. Elsewhere deep inside a dead forest, shrouded by the eternal darkness from the Mori. A howl of sorrow and anguish echoes out through the dead and dying trees. The lithe form of an 'ame was knelt in the mud, rot and decay as tears streamed down from her eyes. The everwatchful spiders who had claimed their home observed with caution as this blackrobed and masked figure made so much noise, yet they dared not to approach the bringer of fire - the Blackthorn Hag being left alone in her grief. "Marhaelun...I knew the sands of time for you were falling from between your fingers. I knew. I could see and the voices of the Wild Gods told me. I thought I was ready but with you gone it is like a knife in the heart." Her masked head rests down on the foul earth, her tears slowly coming to a halt. "But I remember your words. Marhaelun. I know you will guide me." Her fingers curled into fists as she slowly moved onto her knees, head her soon rising as her golden gaze narrowed. "Nature will have it's wrath, it's ally within the darkness. A simple whisper of revenge and winter shall be my guide. This I promise."

It was a peaceful awakening that Tailesin, The Lynx Druid, had from her mindscape. Although the endless night had its grasp upon the skies the elder druid still smiled, glancing down at her partner for a few moments before rising to standing. She took the time to wander her home one last time. Her tired gaze glanced around, many personal items having been packed up just in case the Vale had to move but she enjoyed the happy memories nevertheless. She couldn’t help herself but wonder how her family would be once she faded fully but deep down, she knew that they would be strong. The Lynx had done her part. Fought countless battles and against all odds, was able to rest finally in peace. A surprise for the warrior but a welcome one. The Lynx spoke with many people that day. Some new and some older faces also appeared, all to say goodbye. Word apparently spread quickly. While it was a curious situation for the woman she welcomed it with her usual socially awkward manner. Family soon enough appeared as well and with them she shared the heartfelt moments with joy and some tears - even if the old Lynx would deny the crying part. Though soon enough the time for her came. She gathered up with her family, friends and allies that she had made along the way - while it wasn’t everyone she knew it was enough. The Stag Prince called out to her, to the place of a previous sacrifice of a druid by the name of Tanilia. Tearful farewells were given, begging escaped the lips of some while others kept quiet, though finally the two elder druids clasped hands before walking forwards and towards the fae ring - upon doing so they vanished from sight. And then…darkness. For the first time in a countless amount of years true peace filled the form of the elder druid, the rage that she held onto for so long had melted away. The call for rest was finally achieved. Her eyes flutter open granting her the sight of the canopy of leaves above her, pushing herself to a seated position, she took a moment to take in her surroundings. The realization of where exactly she was quickly set in. The Eternal forest. She had been in this realm twice before. Once with the gifts to say goodbye to a dear friend and then physically to awaken Taynei’hiylu from her slumber so that she might aid the Druii during the inferi invasion of Arcas. The sound of snapping branches caught her attention. She looked to her right and saw the silhouetted forms of two halflings and one of a kharajyr, one of the halflings is accompanied by a large brown boar while the other held a shepherd's crook. The Lynx Druid’s lips tugged into a genuine warm and happy smile before an overjoyed laugh escaped from her, looking over to Liri who had joined her through it all. In sickness, health and now a peaceful end. The Lynx had achieved the very thing she sought out. Finally, she was home. Sometime after her passing, letters were sent out to certain people, some with items being sent with them. [OOC] Well there we have it. The end of my very first actual character on this server, from starting her at 10 up until 378. It’s been a good long run. Thank you to everyone who made her story as interesting as it has been. Time for a new adventure!

Within the paladin keep a scarred 'aheral sat as she watched the sun set, tears rolling down her cheeks. The physical pain of her lingering injuries were nothing compared to the wound caused by losing her brother. "Elias...I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you." Valmir took a moment to try and wipe away her tears though it proved to be a wasted effort. "I miss you already."

Artist: https://www.deviantart.com/crocorax The cold bite of winter air rolls through the elven year, marking the end of a larger cycle. Though with the death of plantlife and the long slumber of many animals being simply an aspect of life before things flourish once more. Frost and snow shall curl their frigid grasp upon the forests, glades and groves forcing our kin to rely on each other more for our survival much like wolves needing the pack more than ever during the harsher months. First Week of Winter Once the flames from The Autumn Equinox have been doused by the black waters of the Father Tree, the winter Ráithean shall lead a sacrifice to the Aspects and Mani for their blessing of the coming warmer months, once the sacrifice is made shall mark the start The Rite of Yule, otherwise known as Winter Solstice. Second Week of Winter The first true event is a spar, the fighters will have their faces painted with the red markings of the Father before starting their spar. The winner at the end of it all shall be named the champion of Yule and gifted a crown of antlers that they are to wear during the Winter Solstice all in honor of the Father of the Hunt himself. Third Week of Winter After the spar, once the bruises have healed, a grand feast shall be held. All of Nevaehlen and the Father Circle are welcomed to cook and bring their own food, for while the cold winter has it’s icy grip upon the lands it is wise to look to each other for comfort. Talking, cheer and song will be encouraged for the warmth of a joyful soul can help warm even the coldest of winters. Fifth Week of Winter Finally a time of gift giving shall come about. Family, friends and kin all sharing small trinkets from the heart to mighty works of art being gifted to each other for much like the feast it is always wise to remember that a pack of wolves is far stronger than a lone wolf. Once the gift giving has come to an end, those in attendance will write something that they wish to let go or be rid of from their lives the paper that it is written on will then be burned, symbolizing that woe being burned away from their life - marking the beginning of the end for the Winter Solstice.

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Skin: 3 Bid: 700 Discord: Princess_Drusus#9009 IGN: DrususTheDumb

Skin: 3 Bid: 500 Discord: Princess_Drusus#9009 IGN: DrususTheDumb

Username: DrususTheDumb The Jar you want: Big jug Character's Name: Valmir Char's Race: High elf Front & Back images of the skin:

Hey that was my druid! That whole thing was a scouting mission in which we found out we couldn't do anything to heal it and that any druid who went in had a bad time. All in all, funtimes. However what Deer is refering to was before the city fell I believe, now that we're not being halted and are able to interact with things we are :)

Memorial for a friend [!] Pieces of parchment have been pinned to the notice boards of the Vale, Mother Grove, Urguan and Yong Pin. The writing that has been scrawled on it is a neat and beautiful cursive. “To those who may not know and to those who do. A dear friend of many by the name of Qing Long recently fell in battle against the Dragon-kin and their master. A memorial will be held on a beach at The Vale of Nevaehlen, all friends and family of Qing Long are welcomed to join us as we say our final goodbyes to a dear friend.” OOC: The memorial will be held on Thursday 4rd of November at 5pm EST at the beach within the Vale