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Rurik Kessel

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Force_of_Will_:
Tristen hears of Ruriks Passing.He says a prayer for Rurik to Toran and then remembers the Go Old days when they were both young.Farewell friend you will be missed but not forgotten.




Sin'dolin Sighs at hearing another of his longtime friends falls to the soulmother.
May you find peace and happiness.

Shadowblade225:
Michaelis gets word of this and remembers all the times Rurik has helped him.  None so meaningful then through the trials he had to endure to return to grace, favorably in the eyes of the all watching.  He mourns him deeply.

ZeroVega:
A figure clad in dark robes steps out of the shadows and approchaes a crypt. Slowly, he lays a staff of mahogany upon Rurik's memorial.
  "Rest well Mahogany Lad..."

Pankoki:
[orange]*Triba arrives at North Point on some trivial matter of business. She spends the day in the city and before she returns to Mistone she decides to check on the Halls of Heroes. Something she isn't quite fond of but perhaps needed from time to time.  As she entered the blessed halls of the eternally restful a sense of nausea sinks deep within her and she realizes something is awefully wrong. Desperately, she seeks the source of her trouble and then sees the extra grave on the mausoleum.  Her body turns cold as she approaches the tombstone and when setting her gaze upon the inscription her stomach sinks deep within her as she falls to her knees. Emotions flare as the thought settles in. First of anger, then of deep sorrow eventually it all ending in a steady stream of unrelented tears. She chokes on her words and rests her forehead against the stone, the stuttering sobs continuously streaming through.  She knows what to do. It is only common for all halfling tribes to follow the same ritual. To bring that which speaks of home to the place of final rest. Triba opens the small locket on her amulet revealing something she hadn't seen in a long time. A simple seed. Simple to many. Special to her. The first seed to have been shed from the Broken Forest when it was improved by her and her friends. When the lasting taints of old liches and monsters littered it. The first sign of hope.  Cracking the seed in two she shatters a tile at the base of Rurik's grave and places the seed on the soil before it. Then mutters in halfling*  Child of the Earth, return to your home. Child of the Earth, watch the roots of those you left behind. Child of the Earth, your stories will become our spirit. Children of the Earth we will never forget.  *She then takes the other half of the seed and places it back in her small locket, sealing it and then kissing its clover shaped emerald cover. She wipes the tears away from her face and manages to stand, her legs still wobbling weakly.   Finally taking her little scroll pouch from her side she takes a very special one, the last polymorph scroll she had, and places it next to the base of the tombstone. A faint smile hovers over her face for a moment at the fond memories, these creeping slowly to her being until it becomes a warm grin. Knowledge that Folian now holds him in his fold and now serves as a caretaker of his bestial realm of forests and nature, knowledge enough to calm her down and continue.   With that halfling smile of hers she walks away muttering under her breath*  Take care Bitey...

blonde:
*A terrible storm is raging outside the mausoleum at Willow's Weep. The old caretaker is silently and meticulously preparing yet another tomb, when he hears a knock on the main door. He puts down his stonepolish, and slowly walks over to answer the call. As he opens the door, he sees a tall man in the darkness outside, clad in armor, heavy rain falling around him.*

*A lightning bolt shatters the night and from the light, he catches a glimpse of the armor clad man, white flowing hair, and piercing blue eyes that seem to glow with an inner light. His arms are holding something wrapped inside a travellers cloak. The caretaker nods and takes a few steps backward, allowing the man entrance to the mausoleum.*

*As he walks inside, Ahndar unwraps the cloak in which he has swept Rurik's body. The caretaker looks at the body with only a hint of sadness showing. He has seen this far too many times. He steps closer to Ahndar offering to take the body, but quickly retreats as he sees the scowl on Ahndar's face. Though it lasts only for a brief moment before he calms down again* "I am sorry my good man, but I have given my word that I would see this through. Have you a"...*Ahndar looks down on the halfling lying in his arms, and a tear rolls down his cheek*..."He is so small now, almost like a child...I never actually thought about that while he was alive." *Ahndar seems to realise the caretaker is standing there watching him, and looks up at the man again.* "Have you a place prepared?"

*The caretaker takes Ahndar to a newly prepared tomb.* "You can put him down on the stone slab here." *Ahndar gently lies Rurik down on the stone. For a few minutes he stands beside him, watching him and thinking of all the amazing times they have shared. He kneels down and places his hand on Rurik's forehead whispering:* "My smallest of friends...you were truely a giant among halflings. I shall never forget you Rurik." *Ahndar raises his eyes from Rurik, and seems to notice the rest of the mausoleum for the first time since he entered. As he sees all the newly prepared tombs his face grows dark once more. He stands up, courtly bids his farewell to the old caretaker, and walks to the door. As he walks through the door he looks over his shoulder, back at Rurik one last time, then turns and storms out into the night in determined steps.*

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