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Archie (Member) 5/31/2011 7:52 PM EST : A Necromancer's Farewell
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        Arachan rose from the kneeler where he had spent his final night praying for those he would leave behind. He was dressed, not in his usual robes of black, but instead in ones of white. His visage was completely skeletal.  No flesh remained upon the bones of the Lich, though he was not old as time is counted by those who do not die. He walked slowly up the spiraling stairs from his private chapel in his tower, until he reached what he knew to be the first floor. He pushed against a section of the wall.  It opened into a circular room with large mirrors, all identical except for one larger one, evenly spaced along the wall. He walked through the doorway that had opened, and it swung shut behind him, revealing a mirror indistinguishable from the others. Arachan walked over to the large mirror and placed his hand in the center. The mirror shimmered, then changed to appear as two doors, which opened outward.

        Arachan turns, then closes the doors for the last time, knowing that the next time they are opened, his granddaughter will be taking his remains to the newly-built crypt in the lowest area of the tower. He descends the stairs outside of the door, then walks down the path at their foot. He walks until he encounters a gate, which swings open silently at a gesture from himself. His children, Daisliv, Starach, and Aeole, and his granddaughter, Adrialae, await him there. His children appear stoic, his granddaughter impassive. All four are clothed in black, though Adrialae's gown is patterned with red.

        He continues down the path until he reaches a second gate, this one in the keep's curtain wall. As it opens, he thinks of those who will be attending. A week previously, he sent out invitations to the few people he has come to know. He sent them both to those he considered his friends, and to those who had believed only the worst of him. He had had his ravens deliver the letters to those whose address he knew, but the rest were left with Cog, to be given to their respective recipients. They all read:

"Dear (Title) (Name),

It is known to some of you that my intended passing is imminent. To those of you who to whom it was not, let this stand as notification. The following are the specifics regarding my death and burial. At noon on (Date), Master Ormollien Elanesse has agreed to end my unlife. Shortly following, refreshments will be served, until one-and-one-half hours from the time of my end shall have passed. During this time, my corporeal remains will be he held in state for those wishing to pay their respects, as they will not be accessible later. After this period has passed, those named in my will will be asked to accompany Daisliv, my heir and executor, within the keep for the reading. The rest shall be dismissed.

Signed,
Arachan."

        Arachan steps out of the gate, his children in tow. A small platform of white marble can be seen, and near it a raised wooden one. Small tables have been placed further away, for those partaking in the food afterward. The shimmering barriers that usually hide and protect the keep from those who are unwanted are not to be seen, making the tower and wall pointedly obvious. Arachan stands at the base of the wooden platform, awaiting those he has invited. His children mount the platform, which is shaded from the sun by a black velvet overhang.
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SickleYield (Applicant) 5/31/2011 8:49 PM EST : RE: A Necromancer's Farewell
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Xyries Chorster takes up station in front of the wooden platform, feet planted solidly in her heavily plated boots.  She pointedly ignores the half-elf who moves behind and to one side of her.  Xyries' pale face is no more expressive than usual.  Her feelings with regard to Arachan are deeply mixed.  Mostly she wants to be certain that he will be gone. 

Ondranar Palerose stands near Xyries, hands folded behind him.  The fingers twist around each other like a nest of snakes.  Otherwise he is quite still.  His pale eyes are heavy-lidded and swollen.  The dark green robe he wears is newer and more elaborately embroidered than his usual, and he has taken the time to weave a black ribbon into his braid of crimson hair.

Thelydd keeps well back behind the others.  This is the sort of occasion she normally avoids, but she has the feeling she'll want to have seen it with her own eyes.  Besides, this is as much of Arachan's fortress as she has ever seen, and that opportunity doesn't come along every day.  The halfling is dressed exactly as usual, in practical leathers. 

The drow Shurjra Baen'rett stands to one side of the platform, near it but not on it.  She wears a loose robe of black linen, though the creak of harness when she move suggests other things underneath.  The loose hood conceals her face, but her head is bowed.  Beyond one narrow glance at Reuken, and a short nod to the cleric, she does not acknowledge others present.
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Jaggie (SuperAdmin) 5/31/2011 8:57 PM EST : RE: A Necromancer's Farewell

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Jaggie had glanced over her invitation, before shoving it to the side of her desk to continue slogging away at the heaps of documents, forums, requests and reports that seemed to be ever growing and filling her cramped office. It would be much latter in the night before she would take up that letter again. To read the words and wonder what things had transpired to make someone, anyone, be it living or un-dead to choose to put themselves to an end.
She sighed a long, sad, disappointed sigh. "Master of the First Order," she said has she folded the invitation.
"Master of Necromancy," she whispered softly while placing another fold into the crisp sheaf.
"Lord of the circle of of Pale Masters," she echoed, putting another crease into the page.
"Founder of the Necromantic Order.." she huffed has she sat the paper crane onto her ever cluttered desk.
"I suppose I should wish the gods to show mercy on you." Her yellow gemmed eye cast a soft glow onto the crane has she turned it slightly with one large metal finger. "I suppose I do.." She picked at the live wood along her torso, studying the protective runes and arcane scritching that covered her wooden and metal skin. Picking up the crane she turned it ever so carefully in her hands. Pulling gently at it's wings and tail. Fixing a fold here, a crease there.  "You..your the first of your kind that I have ever heard or seen of that chose to stay so close with the living. You were different. Strange.. And perhaps over the top...But..." She shrugged. "You didn't hide what you were. Even when I suggested otherwise. I guess I liked that." She held the crane up high to inspect. "I'll miss your letters," she said.
 A sudden breeze came threw her open window and caught the crane, freeing it from her delicate grasp and letting it fly down onto her floor where it turned onto it's side. She stared at it for a while before going back at her papers and files and folder. "Sorry you have to go..."

Jaggie was not the thing for funerals. She would not go. But a small preyer would be given all the same. "May devils hide you and gods protect." An odd preyer, but it was her preyer. May no one find and bring you harm.
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SaneDitto (Member) 5/31/2011 9:40 PM EST : RE: A Necromancer's Farewell
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The tension lingering in the air could be tasted, but Reuken pointedly ignores it, keeping his gaze trained on the various entities around, presumably to pay their respects. Bladed light reflects off the studs in his handwraps as he rests his thumbs on the hilts of his blades, rubbing the well-worn leather of the handles. His longbow is not in his hands, but clipped to his back along with a single open quiver. There are a couple of arrows inside the quiver, but other than variations in colour and feathering there is little to distinguish any further purpose beyond being projectiles. His throwing dagger is not sheathed on his belt, but strapped backwards up one arm for easy retrieval.

The half-elf's posture is stiff and upright, a predator sniffing into the lair of another's, unsure if there is amnesty or danger. His expression is grim, and amber eyes gleam beneath the half-lidded eyelids, alert for trouble. Funerals always attract this sort of thing, for some reason, as if the death of one absolved respect and integrity in others, but he had to admit he never attended a funeral where the "deceased" present is still alive, in the broadest sense of the word.

It would be interesting, he muses, if nothing untoward arises.

"You can try to fight evil while remaining good. You'll fail, because you can't. You turn evil to kill evil, so the good don't have to suffer."

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Intayazz (Officer) 5/31/2011 10:37 PM EST : RE: A Necromancer's Farewell
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Annie stands off to the side and behind most of the crowd. She mostly watches Ondranar, though her eyes scan the rest gathered. She wears a black robe and hood, concealing her mostly. Though fitting for mourning, she had donned it in an attempt to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Never having been fond of Arachan, she had scoffed at the invitation he had addressed to her. On second thought, she had decided to come and support her friend.

After arriving, her attitude had slowly changed. She felt pity for Arachan and his family. And while she would not miss him, she would wish him peaceful rest, and that the Host would forgive him, for what he did. She looks up to the platform, and looks upon the lich, and says a quick prayer.
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Intayazz stands in his normal attire. His arms are folded and face emotionless. Arachan had been his friend in life, and though they disagreed on much, after his transformation, he still held respect for the drow. To him, the day was not about sending off a lich, but rather, saying an overdue farewell to a friend. A friend who played a key role in saving his own life. 

Not being one for blessings or prayers, he does whisper one he had long since come to  use.
"Tae os aeraesar, shi oli os vaeli"
With that, he resumes silently watching the platform, and those on it.
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Sunky (Member) 5/31/2011 11:21 PM EST : RE: A Necromancer's Farewell
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Leon sighs and mumbles softly as he makes his way into the once sealed and hidden away fortress. He did his best to polish his armor, it recently repaired from his last adventure.  His bow is slung over his shoulder, while a single arrow that he careful crafted for the job the night before sticks out of his quiver. He nods quietly to the few people he recognizes as he makes his way into the courtyard.

Yes, he had agreed to this, he had to admit to himself, one less 'bloody necro' in the world improved the world in his opinion, but he didn't want a big show, he *definitely* didn't want his name printed on invitations for the bloody showy necro. But he was here all the same. An elf of his word, or one willing to put up with a show at least.

He sighed and mumbled something resembling "bloody vain necro" one more time before moving through the hall to face Arachan, nodding at him once.

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Archie (Member) 5/31/2011 11:39 PM EST : RE: A Necromancer's Farewell
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        Arachan, in varying degrees of politeness, greets all of those who have arrived so far. Seeing Leon, he moves over to him. "Thank you for comeing, Leon. I await, in particular, one more before we begin, then I shall say goodbye, and the long journey will be ended."
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Sunky (Member) 6/1/2011 3:46 PM EST : RE: A Necromancer's Farewell
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Leon nods, "as you wish" and moves to stand aside and out of the way. He looked over the crowd impatiently as he waited for everything to assemble and get this mess over with.

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Smudge (SuperAdmin) 6/1/2011 4:32 PM EST : RE: A Necromancer's Farewell
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Smudge pads quietly over to the assembled group, trying not to draw attention to herself. She's clad in a simple black tunic and pants, with a green ribbon bound around her dark hair. Nervously, she fidgets with the ring that hangs from a chain on her neck, her face a mix of emotions.

Things between her and Arachan had been strained in the past months. She'd counted him near to a friend, back when he had helped so much with Intay's rescue, but recently, with the rush of what happened with Xymorel and Ondranar, and finding out what he really was... Somewhere along that path her tenuous trust was lost, and she found herself distancing herself more and more.

As it was, she was conflicted. She almost hadn't come. She wished Arachan a peaceful rest, and deeply respected him for the choice he was making. But, to be there when he passed from this world to the next, it just seemed... wrong somehow, akin to being invited to witness someone's suicide.

She had come though, in the end, because her heart went out to him, facing down those last moments, knowing just how many grains the hourglass had left for him. She did not wish those last moments to be tinged with regret, or sadness that a friend would not show and stand for him. She would stand to show him that when he was gone there would be those who would remember.

Scanning the crowd, she finds Intay and makes her way to him, finding comfort in having a friend close.

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Archie (Member) 6/1/2011 7:48 PM EST : RE: A Necromancer's Farewell
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        Upon seeing Smudge arrive, Arachan moves to the small marble square. He faces the guests, and speaks. "I would like to thank you all for coming. I have few words to say, but I say them now. I thank those who came here as friends. I am well aware that there are those of you who have hated me and who have come only to see my end. I would that you know I bear no grudge or hatred for you on account of it, and wish that you will come to understand my choices, in time, and know that there is little of it that I regret. I do not desire pity, nor sorrow on my account. I simply do not wish to remain any longer, and I feel no pain at the parting. That is all. Farewell." Arachan nods to Leon, then simply waits, silent and unconcerned, for what he knows is to come.
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