Ayla Bineau's wake

[Meizter]

*Posted across Mistone*

The wake of Ayla Bineau

As my beloved Ayla has died there will be a wake at the time we should have been married.

The ceremony will be held at the waterfall west of Blackford Castle.

Ceremony starts at 8 PM.


//this corresponds to this event  on the player event calendar. Begins at 8 PM GMT.

[KageKeeper]

*Luns sees the notice and stops. shocked*

No! Not Ayla. I just saw her last night! I gave her knuckles to make into potions since I am so bad at it.

*a single tear rolls down her cheek*

I will be at this wake. I will miss her dearly.

*she signs her name

Luna

[Stephen_Zuckerman]

*Pyyran, casually reading through the various notices on the Wild Surge's public board, suddenly stops breathing as his eyes fall upon this posting. He stands there, not moving, for a long time, before collapsing to the floor, body shaking in silent sobs.

Hours later, he slowly climbs to his feet, and draws a small, handmade journal from a pocket inside his coat, flipping to the middle and quickly glancing through the text of several pages. Nodding slightly to himself, he tears them out in an almost violent movement, and slips the cloth-bound book back into his pocket. From his belt he takes his skinning knife, and holds the pages against the board with his offhand, a cry of grief and rage coming up from his throat as he slams the blade through the linen sheets of writing and into the board with force enough to shake the wall.

Nursing a small cut, Pyyran walks out of the inn, noticing neither the small amount of dust that had fallen from the rafters, nor Yastin's protests at his treatment of the board.*

***

The pages, leaves of fine linen paper written with a dark, fine ink, are pinned in a margin, the blade holding them to the board having missed every letter of the text. Upon inspection, they are from the tail end of a journal entry, that had gone unfinished.

"...and that is, at times, a bit tiresome for such a 'troll-kissing fool of a brainsick barmy' as myself. Still, she is quite helpful to those in need, and quite a bit of fun, if one can keep up.

Next, is Ayla Bineau, priestess of a deity whose name I can never recall; the only person who I've known as long by a face not her own as by the one she was meant to wear. She has been human again for quite some time, now, but before then, I had only known her as an orc. Even as an orc, though, Ayla possessed a certain degree of elegance and grace, but once more in her true form... The only fitting words I have ever heard are in Elvish, but the closest translation I could give would be, 'breathtakingly beautiful.' By far, she is the most beautiful (if not quite the most alluring, to me, at least) woman I have yet seen. Though... It is not simply a fair face, and an artful figure that give her such a quality; there is a kindness and grace that flows from her that I cannot do justice with words.

She was given the appearance of an orc, some time ago, to infiltrate and bring down the leadership of a vast orcish army, only to be returned to her true form on that task's success. Others also took part in this attempt, and a long, and perilous journey it was. Succeed they did, though, and it was thanks to thier efforts that this entire continent was not ravaged by an Orcish onslaught. I have helped in what little ways I could, by bringing her ingrdients for healing potions, and I have always been helped in return; she has made potions for me out of those ingredients as often as not. She'll actually be married, soon, though, and I am left trying to think of a suitable wedding present..."

The writing leaves off in the middle of the last page, as though there were a good deal more left to be put down, but there is still a note of finality to the message. As for the knife... The blade is embedded deeper than all but a truly exceptional strength could remove. The pages suffer little, though, from being torn from it; however, there is something about them that compells the reader to reattatch them to the board, again in clear view.

Much as the notice above them has a sense about it that discourages one from taking it from plain sight, where all who knew her would see, and weep for the loss.

[Filatus]

*Daeron reads the note and pales. He takes out a feather to scribe something, but suddenly stops. Tears are running down his cheek as he walks out the inn, ignoring any passerby's.*

[Rasterick]

*The tracks of his tears visible down his dust covered cheeks, his eys red with crying Reef carefully attaches a note to the board with a single steel pin*

*In a neat flowing hand the following words are written:*

At the setting of the sun, and in the morning we shall remember them.

A dear friend.

Reef O'hagan

[Pibemanden]

*Storold walks by the note not paying attention to it before he has passed it. Then rushes back to see if he misunderstood the message*

*Then screams*Noooo... Why should she die to those vile beasts...

*Mumbles as he adds himself to the list* I'll get those ogres to pay for what they have done...

[NEXUS7]

Spugly looks at the note looks shocked and walk out not saying a word

 

[aragwen]

*Jacchri walks into the inn and sees the poster, after reading it he stands silently for a moment, his eyes clearly glazing over*
  *He quickly turns around and runs out of the inn towards Sielwood, at the temple of Aeridin he falls to his knees, unable to hold the tears back*
  Why Ayla!! ....... *he composes himself*
  Aeridin, you that preserve and protect life, please guide and protect your fallen follower, Ayla Bineau. May her soul find piece with you. She was a caring and loving woman who always put others' well being before her own. Even though I cry for our loss today, I know that she is in a better place, but our lifes would be emptier with her not being there.
  *He stands up, wipes the tears away and drops a single flower on the forest floor and then walks away*

[SteveJW]

Kyle reads the note...shock plays across his face.

"I just saw her last night...the gods can be so..."

Without saying another word...he turns and leaves the Wild Surge.

[Candyman111]

* Shay nervously pickes through the notes, continuously looking over his shoulder then stoppes as his already pale complexion becomes yet paler*  Ay...Ayla is d...dead?  she was the...the f..first person I, I met in this strange land. This doesnt make me ha...happy at all, no no, not happy at...at all.  *runs out of Inn with an arm over his eyes*

[s0ulz]

*Fenrir walks into the inn, orders a large batch of ale and starts drinking. While drinking he stands up and goes to read the messages on the walls and notices Geir's post*

What?!

*At first he starts coughing from inhaling some ale and then wipes his face clean with his sleeve and re-reads it*

Ayla?! Dead?! How can this be? Eh always looked after her and curse the person who let her go to those mines alone. That be nay place fer lasses.

*Curses some in dwarven and throws his bottle of ale against the wall, causing major upheaval in the inn. He starts a rumble and fights some drunks. After this he talks to the innkeeper and explains and apologizes and pays for any damage. Then drinks the remainder of his ales and starts stepping towards the exit.*

I gotsta find Geir...

[Harlas Ravelkione]

* Rashar sees the note and stops. *

Although I did not know her well, I mourn the loss. She seemed like caring and sweet being.

* He rubs his chin. *

I better speak to Geir about loss... and maybe vengeance. * walking towards the gate of Hlint *

*Roxx walk by the posted notice and reads all the sad but very nice things said about his first friend he had when getting to Hlint and remembers the great time now past then writes* Dis is perdy words for a perdy lady and Roxx will miss yous *as he wipes away the tears* After wake Roxx buys drinks in memory of Ayla heres in the Inn.

[NEXUS7]

*A small note is added*
During the wake the thows of the gaint army not going to the wake will be pitroling the mean roads to the wake
so as to keep thows going safe. Me to sad to go to wake so me dos this.

Signed
Captian Spugly Fuglet
Gaint Army