Spriggan's Heart Notice: In Mourning Of Nerez'annai

[Ewdrawings]

<The members of the Spriggan's Heart Guild would each be seen wearing a different kind of emblem today. Instead of their usual gilded Heart-like symbol, a blackened scorched emblem variation would be worn instead. If questioned on this, the majority would have no issue revealing that it was as a result of a period of mourning for a fallen Guild Member.>

<Present on the Mercenary Keep noticeboard, for those of the Spriggan's Heart - or anyone passing through to read, would be the following message…>


Today we lost a strong heart. I won't spout poetry or fluff this up with meaningless words, we lost a Spriggan, and failed to bring her back alive. Nerez'annai Garen'telai'llo, or Nerezza Greydaughter, was a skilled interpreter of the Law and an avid follower of it, with passion for the theatre and literacy. She loved fine foods, and fine drinks as much as she did cooking it - and she was loved by all of us.

Her life was taken by a friend she perceived closest once, plagued by the curse many of us had escaped, but as those closest to her in our hearts today we'll carry forth her intent. We'll not stand idle and let ourselves be used as pawns of the void. Nor shall we submit to the curses that plague Aloria. And we'll never stop looking for the cure for even the most ancient of Sanguine.


Signed Captain Deredda,
One valued friend less, but never forgotten,
@De_Fleurs @__TheDarkLord__ @KirbyTheVampire @TheSilverSpectre

Funeral
https://forums.massivecraft.com/threads/the-sun-and-the-rain.79657/

 

[SleepyIsVerySlep]

Lily approaches the board with a mortified look.
"H-How could this happen? We... We failed, didn't we?"
Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes, eventually spilling down her face and onto the ground beneath her feet.
Lily mutters quietly to herself. "We fucking failed..."

 

[__TheDarkLord__]

Adrian reads through the noticeboard carefully, silently, though had himself disguised as a man with brown hair and brown eyes. A tear slowly dripped down his cheek as he placed his palm on the board. "Killed by the one closest to her, yet it was them who pulled the trigger." He spoke quietly to himself before pulling away and disappearing into the night.

 

[Rowet]

Aurienne would be strolling through the Mercenary Keep, keeping an eye on things, since she got back from a trip & heard about the recent events unfolding. However, she halted at the notice once she caught a brief glimpse of Nerezza's name. She squinted for a brief moment, before her cerulean gaze widened in absolute horror. Her breathing grew rapid, as she felt tears sting her eyes. The absolute horror of it was unthinkable-- Especially since it happened to her dear friend.

"How-- I--" She murmured softly, her gloved hands going to her chest as she shook her head as rapid thoughts swirled around in her mind, as a storm of emotions and memories hit her one after the other. Her gossips with Nerezza, Nerezza standing up for her to Victor, her comforting Nerezza, Nerezza comforting her-- The list goes on. The Altalar had brought great comfort toward Aurienne, and she knew Nerezza was someone she could trust and count on. But now, she was gone.

The half-Elfin then let out a choked sob, covering her face with her gloved palms as she weeped. Begging for it not to be real, begging for it to just be a prank, begging for her to just come around the corner & say hello-- But she knew Don would never play a cruel joke on the Spriggan's Heart members such as this. She then straightened herself up, letting out a shaky exhale as she wiped her tears away. A scowl twisted onto her lips, as she then turned, stepping her way out of the Mercenary Keep & where her club was located-- Her home.

"Time to go hunting. Might as well bring along some others."

 

[weatherbyrd]

Yt'hree allowed his lips to tug into a venomous frown, looking over the notice. "May Ammu-Loa guide her. Such a waste of a life- All for some pathetic game." He'd clench a fist, pondering for a few moments before turning away, murmuring a few blessings in Modern Altalar.

 

[BulbousDevourer]

A certain Altalar awoke with a start in the dead of night, on a bench outside the Keep, cutting off the beginnings of a scream that had begun to erupt from his lungs. His skin was covered in a cold sweat, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. Beside the bench rested a discarded bottle, a small puddle of booze surrounding it. Nightmares plagued him; ghastly images of the woman's mangled body; the sound of bone snapping; thousands of identical versions of a dark-haired man surrounding him, disappearing into thin air whenever he lashed out, only to be replaced by another a few feet away; an arena filled knee-deep with blood...

He stumbled into the Keep, a fresh bottle of hard whiskey that he'd taken from the Keep's supply enveloped in his gloved hand. His glassy, haunted, half-mad gaze languidly trailed towards the noticeboard, and ran across the words scrawled there, one by one, though he gave no indication that he wasn't already aware of the news. His fingers curled tighter and tighter around the neck of the bottle until both it and his hand trembled, and he angrily yanked it towards his lips, guzzling down a gulp or two of the fiery liquid.

After several long minutes of robotically reading the message, over and over again, he turned away, and staggered off into the night, though even he was unsure where exactly he was going. The Altalar that was already bent by life was now broken, though he shed no tears now, for he had already shed many.