A last goodbye...

[Harlas Ravelkione]

* Three dwarves are seen by many as they pass from Hlint to Spellguard carrying an old man in blue robes reverently on a shield, held high on their shoulders. The dwarves are recognized by some as Varka Cleaveson, Gravas Hrendhamar and Kobal Bluntaxe, while the lifeless body on the tower shield is that of the well known wizard Godim Harjumaa.

His long silvery-white beard looks to have been carefully groomed and his robes repaired in many places. Even so, clear evidence remains of the sword or spear thrusts that must have killed the old wizard.

One last time Godim Harjunaa enters the splendid city of magic - Spellguard. His retinue consisting of the three dwarves and others who knew him, follow the train as it moves towards the temple of Lucinda.

The clergy here were already notified because a priest stands at the entrance, seemingly waiting to accept the old man into the loving embrace of the Lady of Spells. Two acolytes step forward to accept the burden and carry the shield into the temple grounds, where the body is to be prepared for burial.

The adventurers and dragon-called remain to pay Godim their last respect before his body is returned to the earth. *

[Pseudonym]

*Arkolio de'Averlain stands in the small crowd of onlookers who watch the silent progression to the temple. The smirk usually adorning his face is not present this day, instead his features are set in solemn lines. A merchant beside him, perhaps seeking to strike up a conversation leading to a transaction, asks*

"You knew that old man?"

*Arkolio glances distractedly at the merchant*

"Aye. That I did."

"A friend of yours?"

*There is a long pause*

"Aye. He was."

[s0ulz]

*Once word reaches Fenrir in Stort, he walks to the balcony and orders the workers of the town to stop what they're doing and stand in solemn silence for a minute, in honor of the lost Godim*

*Soon after that a black flag is hailed in the fort and it is rumored to stay there for at least a week*

[Tobias]

*Tobias enters the temple of Luncida appearing grief-stricten. He slowly makes his way up the aisle and asks a priest where he may find the body of Godim. He is lead to where the body is being kept before burial. As Tobias comes to see Godim he gives a deep sigh as he moves closer to look upon his friend one last time*

"Sorry, I wasn't there for ya pops" He says while gently touching Godims hand. " I thought you would even out last me, but atleast you went out with a bang instead of waiting for your last breaths to come in your sleep." Tobias moves his hand and places it on Godims forehead. "Rest well my friend, you are finally home.. "


*Tobias Steps back and takes one last look at Godim and for the first time he whispers a prayer to Lucinda. He looks up beyond the ceiling and with a last dispondent sigh Tobias turns and leaves, never turning back.*

[Dezza]

*Hearing the news Sasha journeys quickly to Spellguard to pay her respects to Godim at the burial site. A silent prayer of thanks for a fallen ally is uttered before she steps back to let the multitude of others step forward and give theirs.*

[Stephen_Zuckerman]

Barely a day after the news is spread, posters begin to be found at temples of Lucinda and popular inns across Mistone, and later Alindor, Dregar, and even Belinara.

But the master copy hangs in the Explorer's Guildhall.

[Tanman]

*Hearing the news Eghaas makes his way to Spellgard to pay his respects to Godim amongst the crowd*

[Mooneyes]

Hearing the news Peanut and Beasty make they're way to pay their respects.

[Pibemanden]

*Storold comes by the temple as usually but the he sees the crowd and moves to pay his respect dropping a single crystaline blue rose near the body. After having payed his respects he goes to pray for a good afterlife with with magic of the weave for Godim*

[ystrday]

*A boy very much looking like his father with silver strands in his hair comes to lay fresh roses, wrapped in green ribbon on his Uncle's grave. He whispers a child's prayer to the man who was his uncle, his friend, and his teacher. The boy turns to his mother, who leaves her own blessing to her fallen friend*

[jan]

*Barion finds a poster as he goes for some rest to an inn , he sighs heavily as it hits him that he never will travel with his friend again . He picks up his things and goes to Spellguard in full armor to pay his respect , after putting a single mithrill nugget at Godims feet he bows his head and says a prayer for his friend . He walks out off Spellguard and travels to Dalanthar to sit there at the portal sighing*

" No more will we travel the rift and battle drow old friend ...i'll miss you ..."

*he folds the poster he was looking at and tugs it inside his armor *

[Hellblazer]

*Lex'or goes over to the temple after hearing the sad news. He stands silently near the man. He closes his eyes in respect and simply say, thank you for the good times.

He then moves away silently.*

[DMOE]

*Muireann walks quietly through Spellguard, upon reaching the temple she enters, strides over to Godim's body and gently lays a single blue carnation on his chest, whispering something every so softly in his ear before turning on her heel and striding out again*

[LordCove]

* Many days later, a small, rather ill and unhealthy looking goblin is seen escorted through the streets of Spellgard by a half-elven sorceress.
Entering the Temple, they walk solemnly over to the where Godim's body rests, looking down. The sorceress whispers something into the Goblins ear, pats its shoulder and walks away, leaving the pathetic creature standing over the old mage quietly, solemnly....

... several hours later, the goblin can still be seen there, unmoving, seemingly talking to the old man quietly.**

[stragen]

*Jacrum drinks an ale for one of the few wizards he trusts*

Fer a glorious life and glorious death. Ter Godim! Vorax with yer friend.

[Lareth]

*A pale and tired looking Lareth stops in front of where Godim lies, bowing his head in silent prayer for a time*

Farewell my friend *he whispers*

[Falonthas]

::a small sparrow stops by the shuttered window of the hempstead jail and chirps a sad series of chirps and inside the meowing stops for a short time

the sparrow flies off and a few minutes later a long low mournful howl resonates long and echoes within and without the jail::

[ShiffDrgnhrt]

A heavily armored figure stands at the foot of Godim's grave on a stormy winter's day. Snow flurries swirl and dance through the air, thrown about by the blizzard's wind, but the figure does not move. His cloak billows in the wind, flapping and twisting as the gusts try to tear it from the figure's shoulders, a simple carved brooch holding it fast to his shoulders. In the figure's adamantium hands rests a great sword, the heavy blade resting itself in the cold earth at Godim's feet. No words, no cries, no sound is heard emanating from the figure's scarlet-metal form. Only the wind, and the sound of the wind-filled cloak, like a sail on a stormy night at sea, frapping and furling behind him.

Then suddenly, movement. The figure reaches inside a bag slung over one shoulder, the frosted helm not turning from the craved stone of Godim's gravestone for even a moment. Slowly a delicate flower emerges, though not one of nature. The stem was solid silver, nearly a foot long, with 3 golden leaves sprouting around the sides. At the top were three large, beautifully carved sapphires, organized and shaped to have the appearance of a blossoming rose. The figure knelt at the grave, the great blade pierced into the earth to stand there as a steel sentinel over the old man's Grave. Resting the ornate flower against the stone, the figure stood again, returning to its original position.

Hours passed, and slowly day turned to night, storm turned to calm, and by the time the moon rose, the figure stood as a statue does in winter, frosted in snow. But still the figure did not move until a priest came to inquire about the man.

"Good sir, it's freezing out here. Why do you stand out in this cold?"

With the cracking of ice the figure's head turned to the priest.

"He was my friend." Shiff said, before looking back at the grave, and the wondrous gift he left his old friend.