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Obituaries //---------// The Remembrance of Rnaelia, a Great Friend and Warrior Alike My friends, it is indeed a sad day in the lands of Thera. Just a short while ago, Rnaelia, the grand slith Warlord, breathed her last breath within the halls of the Conservatory. I have been afforded the great honor of remembering her life, and I do that not with a sad tone but one of joy. In life, Rnaelia spent a great deal of her early years alone, becoming a master at hitting with her weapons and blocking others strikes at her. She made it clear from the beginning that the use of magic to aid her in battle would not be needed. Instead, Rnaelia chose to pour all of her mind and body into learning the ancient ways of the purest warriors of past. Rnaelia compiled an impressive record in battle, each time fighting with honor and courage. Her success did not go unnoticed by the Warlord fortress, as she was soon honored by being chosen to join their ancient halls. Rnaelia then dedicated her life to restoring honor to these lands that have been plagued by chaos and deceit for much too long. Standing in the way of her pursuit of honor were the members of the Legion of Darkness and the pesky thieves who plauge Thera with their swiftness of hand. She was not dismayed however as she fought against those who used underhanded tactics to prey on the weak. In doing so, Rnaelia knew that she was sentencing herself to a lifetime of being a prime target for those whom she battled against. She accepted this burden readily, as her cause was more important to her than her very life. Rnaelia's end came in a manner which was most unfortunate. Her final days were plagued with multiple thieves sneaking around behind her tail, surprising her and stealing the items off of her very body. Despite her great skill in battle, Rnaelia was unable to do much to combat these thieves due to their skilled ability to hide from their victims. Realizing this, Rnaelia's spirits dropped and she felt that she had failed her cause. Despite the pleas of Taleroth and me, she wished to ascend to the stars to join her long lost mother whom was lost on the day of her induction into the Fortress of the Warlords. It was fitting that before Rnaelia's eyes closed for the final time, she saw both friend and foe in her view. Present for her final breath were Chanice, Taleroth, myself, and Krok (the thief who bothered her so). We were all gathered at the harp in the Conservatory, the meeting place of our halls. Before she withdrew her dagger and plunged it deep into her heart, Taleroth bestowed a final gift from the Heralds upon Rnaelia. She was granted the reputation of one who lived an honorable life, striving to make these lands a better place. Smiling weakly at this gift, she spoke her last words as she plunged her dagger deep into her chest. Her words were not words of anger or malice towards those who drove her to this place, but of joy at the soon to come reunion with her mother. At this time, Rnaelia resides among the stars, finally reunited with her long lost mother. She neither grieves nor cries, so we shall not do so either. Instead we will celebrate the achievements of this great slith and the cause for which she fought so hard. You shall be remembered with honor Rnaelia, and your cause shall live on in the hearts of those who were proud to call you friend. Alistor, Witness of the Last Breath of Rnaelia |
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