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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dursk Starkfire" data-source="post: 732307" data-attributes="member: 7561">REMEMBRANCE OF THE FALLEN:Ishmael felt the cold of the steel as it seered through his body, and the sudden flow of pain that filled its void. His breath left him, and in its place was a cool breeze that numbed his senses. Yet, he did not feel cold, nor did he fear what lay before him. An unexplicable paradox of calm and anxiety swarmed over him, and as he opened his eyes, he was blinded by the complete darkness.And as he sat, he could feel the movement of air flowing around him, and what was the unmistakable sound of a coin, striking the ground. It seemed to roll endlessly, spiraling about him until finally coming to a rest. And a slight chuckle came from the darkness and filled Ishmael with hope."It is not your time Ishmael. Return to your friends. For you have my favour this day."The voice was the sweetest sound that Ishmael had ever heard, and he knew instantly, that he would forevermore strive to hear its soothing pitch.------------------------------------------------Ishmael awoke, covered in a blanket, lying flat on the back of a wagon. Instantly fear enveloped him, as he had no indication of where he was. Frantically, he swung his arms, jumping about, trying to escape the confines of the darkness. It wasn't until he finally managed to fall of the moving wagon that he finally freed himself of his confinement. There was little that Devis could do to keep himself from laughing at the recently revived Ishmael. It was two days since Ishmael took the blow, it was a miracle that he was not killed outright. But not all were so fortunate, and it was Aiden who was given the grievous task of updating Ishmael of the aftermath. The thieves were over-run, but at great cost. Arwyn, the Ranger, had arisen from her slumber to see the near-fatal blow to Ishmael. She had leaped to protect Ishmael's body from certain death, and ripped at the half-orc with her scythes, pushing him to the boundaries of life. But in an act of desperation, he hefted his monstrous sword above his head and swung it clear through her. Ishmael was aghast at the terrible news. It was the first friend he had ever lost, and he felt terribly responsible."I am sorry about your friend, Ishmael. She was valiant indeed." Perhaps it wasn't much, but the gesture from Devis gave Ishmael some hope for the world. When they finally reached Highmoon, the town was quickly closing down with the tide of nightfall. But there was protocol to be followed, and respect to be paid, and the company stopped at the temple of the morning-lord. With a ferverish pounding of the door, a small robed man answered, slightly dishevelled and adrift. "Do you realize the hour? It's nightfall. I have sermon at the break of dawn!" a hoarse voice echoed from between the small opening of the door. It was immediately evident that the party's company was not overly appreciated, especially with the sudden realization that they had just awoken this poor old priest."I am sorry morning-lord, but we have grievious business with you to properly care for our friend, who has fallen. I respectfully request your aid to properly care for her, come morning, Lathander willing." Ishmael pleaded. A silence filled the air, as the priest pondered the query. "Aye, it will take some time. We will need a donation for such a service, though." The response caught even the priest off-balance, and as he tried to correct himself for his lack of priorities, Ishmael quickly passed a pouch full of coin through the doorway."It is only 30 gold, but I hope it is enough." The rest of the caravan stood shoulder-to-shoulder behind him, and the look all of their faces spoke volumes to what it would mean. "Very well, leave the body here, and meet us at the break of dawn behind the temple."------------------------------------------------And so, Arwyn, daughter of the woods, was buried under an unmarked stone in the town of Highmoon. All was left for the good of the church, except for one small penchant. A small necklace bearing the symbol of a horse upon its face. It would be a keepsake for the party to remember the friend they lost on the roads of Highmoon.</blockquote>

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