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Obituaries //---------// The fall of Deiminos. It was a dark and abysmal day in the generally fair realm of Thera. Sadly, Thera's skies had been darkened since a few years back, when the winged lunatic was first branded with the mark of [JUSTICE]. All pinnacled have encountered him, and all seeking to pinnacle have done the same. Only once did the skies break clear when the winged lunatic probed the realms, that was when the Pure of Heart attempted to break the Chains of Taint in the War of Virtue, only to be clamped tighter than before. Yet, today, the Day of the Sun (apparently life is not without irony), 20th of the month of Dark Shades, the Sun shone brightly through the skies of Thera. It was at the Small Bridge of Thera where He died His final death. The roots of His demise lay in the War of Virtue. Azaran, still hunted by law after encounters during the War of Virtue, strolls about Thera. He engaged, flees, leaves His guard. Lothilakon proceeds to fight the guard with His pets. A chain of events occur where Katriena, Nourrin, Azaran, and Lothilakon are all branded fugitives. He had already fallen once that day, to Nourrin as He attempted to warn Nourrin that He was apprehending west of town. So it was, a high noon spellout, so to speak. Three Justices, Him, Cromin, and Argoris with the aforementioned few. Ah, the beauty of irony: the taint attempting to bring down the tainted. In a skirmish that lasted no more than a couple of hours, Azaran's corpse lay on the bridge, birdblood coloring the river red. Argoris tired from all the bashing and Deiminos limping away with His wounds. Yet, the now-uncharmed Triton sought more fight, as did Nourrin in the Shadows. A few swift swipes with His daggers and Deiminos' corpse lay first at the bridge and then at the Temple of Darkness, never to rise again. Oddly enough, even as Deiminos parted the mortal world, He managed to bring 'sexually delicious murder' upon Azaran. Thus, the skies parted as the Golden Sun once again rose with the Calming winds of Zephyr while the Darkened Skies and the Deranged Justice remained only a memoir of the past. Aquernous Ariet the Elf, Herlad novice. //--------------------------------------------------------------------// Lamant for Sosolito and Ssrthak, Knights of Valour. Recently Therans who walk the Light have lost two very dear fighters for their cause. I speak of Sosolito Komiko, and Ssrthak. Both were Knights of Valour, and one a good friend to me. So it is with a sad sense of loss, yet pride in knowing their lives can serve as reminders to all of Thera, of Virtue and Knightly Conduct, that I write these poems. First, a lay for Ssrthak, Archon of Valour and one of the bravest Knights I ever knew : Where is the horse and Knight rider? Where is the blade that was shining? They have faded from us and our Land. Gone like so many drops of rain in a stream. The days have come down to none on this brave Knight. He has passed like a shadow into the Night. Never again a Light to shine so Bright. Alas for Ssrthak, Master of War, Archon of Valour. A second memorial, for a friend I had much esteem, Sosolito Komiko. On many accounts this brave Knight has saved my life and the lives of my friends, and in this small way I honor his memory: Of a virtuous spirt and healing hand. No more could be found in this land. Broad smile and deadly mace. He lived life as if a Race. Living truely and as a Knight. Until falling unto one of Darkest Night. Now a tortured soul and lost faith. We mourn, Sosolito Komiko, Guardian of Valour. Scribed by Lallyan Dresnor the Holy Father Novice of Herald |
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