Dying Breed

[essentialess]

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[Notices are tacked across Floral Court, Crookback, and the Festival Grounds]​

I still held onto one last gift. The endless cycle of carnage has taught me apathy in the face of pain and suffering; As I watched my family dwindle like a pack of starving wolves, the numbness persisted.

Today, I am aflush with a fever. I know well now what this feeling is: dread. It won't be long before I shatter, and I can no longer wield these tears against anyone.

I feel that each time our lives prevailed, we only delayed the grim fate ahead. There was a time when I was sure of the righteousness of our deeds, and now reality stretches far away from me. My memories are a blur, just as my mind is in every waking moment.

I used to hear the call of my Lord in my dreams each night, and now the silence is deafening. There is but a darkness that washes over me and the sound of my thumping heart. What once beat strong, and bled for its people, now pumps without rhyme or reason to go on.

It is cruel that I did not see you go in battle. After all that time, we have become little wisps in the wind, no longer rallying and demanding to be seen. Do we not deserve our goodbyes or, at least, an end as glorious as the war we waged in our prime? There is only one of left that is more than an echo -


My dear Aeigpane,

I beg you, lay down the Fell Stinger. It is time to rest. You've done everything that you could have done, and you did so to perfection. There is no need to endure the fear and lonesomeness of being the last to live on.

Something unknown beckons us away.

A vacant place, not a grave, but just as cold and comforting.

Go to it and lie there. Sleep long and hard, eat well and forget all that torments you.

I promise a new beginning will reveal itself one day. If the cause is just, perhaps we will find it together.

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You have always obeyed your Warden's requests. Do not think twice in honoring this final one,

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I am pouring all my faith into you,

-Titania

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[Read some connected posts here: https://forums.massivecraft.com/threads/the-brightest-candle.102713/ | https://forums.massivecraft.com/threads/era-of-new-beginnings.102758/]

 

[War_pig]

Another note was posted beneath it, written in angered handwriting, the paper torn slightly from the pen ripping through it in a maddened haze. The letter itself smelled slightly of smoke and ember, with the edges scorched due to the flames of an Extinguisher.

"THERE IS NO HOPE IN BINRAL FOR YOUR DAMNED EXISTENCE, YOU STRIKE AT A SOLDIER OF CAIUS WITH INTENT TO DESTROY. THERE IS NO PLACE IN ALL OF BINRAL THAT YOU CAN HIDE FROM HIS WRATH. NO MATTER WHERE YOU RUN, WHERE YOU FLEE, WHERE YOU SLEEP, YOU CAN NEVER TRULY REST. YOU ARE NEVER SAFE. DEATH TO THE PLAGUE,
FOR THE FIRELORD
AILRED, ARCHON OF THE EXTINGUISHER LINEAGE."

@dimetros​