DankuzMemuz

Traskaath found himself at the foot of the statue of Sonnos, sitting down he was quiet for quite a while, reading the note that the vulpine had delivered him earlier. He hadn't the heart to read it then. But he did now. Carefully the seal was broken and the letter unfolded. He took a deep breath and then he read. 'Future' What kind of future was there? A future where more of his Siblings died? Where his friends and loved ones died by the dozen? He wanted to get to know Sonna earlier, but Fate had other plans for they only met at the start of the darkest time he had known so far. But it seemed like they had known eachother for centuries.. Laughter was shared, grief spilled. The Druid would always doubt himself. Doubt the future. Doubt the past. He wanted to see her again. And he would. But not today or tomorrow.. She had earned her rest for a good while. "I love you, too.." He found himself breaking yet again, tears streaking down his cheeks. Exhaustion would take him eventually and he fell asleep infront of the statue of Sonnos and he could faintly hear the chittering of foxes and reassuring presence of Sonna herself..

Traskaath, the Woad Druid would come across the missive when he had ventured to Caurost. He smiled and rejoiced at his friend's missive for he knew what he was capable of. He was excited for what was to come for he knew, the last time they had met the Realms were much, much different than they are right now..

The Woad wandered across plains and under boughs. His work demanded his time away from his people. During the hours of wandering and taking in the sounds of birds singing and smells of grass, he felt a change in the wind. The Chorus fell silent but the pressure of it he could feel in his heart and mind. The Third and claimed one of his Siblings, he could feel that. Mourn he did, for the fallen even though he did not yet know who had passed. After offering praise and prayers to the Mother he uttered two words.. "Hileia ehiere." But he still had much to do before he could return back to Iryalen..

Honour is dead.. But I'll see what I can do.

Well done!

beautiful cat

If Frederick would be PK'd today, where and what would you do next? Would you continue with one of your other characters?

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IGN: DankuzMememuz RP NAME: Traskaath D'hrolo PROFESSION: Druid

Traskaath had met Louis on pure chance, the Valah meeting the 'ame in the streets of Numendil as the latter spoke to a creature. Louis asked about making a plant immortal, but such was impossible- to the sapling druii's knowledge. Nevertheless, as the passing of him was heard the 'ame planted a new seed in one of the many gardens and it bloomed beautifully with grace, for death was never easy. "Birth, life and death. Such is the Cycle, Louis. Hileia ehiere." Traskaath uttered, offering a prayer of gentle passing into the next life.

Glad that you managed to get yourself out of the hospitality sector, I pray I will join you in a year or so. Thank you so much for everything <3 Wish you well in whatever chapter you go into next, I am sure we'll speak from time to time!

MC name: DankuzMemuz Persona: Traskaath D'hrolo Persona ID: 44979

OOC NAME: DankuzMemuz IRP NAME: Traskaath D'hrolo DISCORD: dankuzmemuz

Another classic Classy lore submission. +1!

Goodbye, soldier. You take care! I hope that you get those things you're going to chase

"May you sleep under the starlit sky for many years to come, O' King of Kings. Your daughter will do just fine, I do think. May we meet again. In this Kingdom you have built or on the roads." Traskaath would utter as he sat by the firepit of Númendil. Muttering a silent prayer to both Cernunnos and Cerridwen.

Traskaath, who had met the young Tribesman would smile and nod as the lad would walk off to speak to a local ruler about erecting a standing stone. "The Aspects keep and guide you on your journey, Artorius of the Cinged. I hope to meet you again standing proudly with your people at your side." The 'ame would then draw a circle over his heart and continue about his own business.

A Mali'ame that passed through on occasion would read the missive, smiling proudly. Most pleased that this Woodland got the protection it needs and deserves.

It's all right. Gets the job done!

"Round yellows, they mean." Murmured Traskaath as he passed through, reading the notice board.

It's.. Her. She's back, now..

Evonpire.

Evon.... Pire...? Evonpire!

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