Night long Mourning
Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 10:25 pm
...as the rumors travel on, slowly, but surely, a long wandered Earthcaller, returned to the isles of Moonshae, finally has heard enough... these rumors.... the whispers of another "fearless" few... and those that share in the death of another beautiful, honorable and wondrous beast, tarnished in support of its slaughter.
Bu holds an all night vigil, alone in his cave, knelt before Grumbar upon sacred ground, begging the soul of the Dire Bear slain south of Caer Callidyr by those ...people.... fly to warmer and safer lands in its afterlife. Upon finishing each eight hour chant in prayer, Bu brings down the Fist of Grumbar, the adamantium Warhammer etched for months into the Mountain Lord's symbol, to crush gems into puffs of colorful gliterring dust upon a thick obsidian slate, in sacrifice, in hopes this may aid the creature's spirit in flight to its final peace...
With a tearful utterance, and with the rarest of sarcasm as he turns to continue his work he utters only one thought...
"Brave adventurers."
Bu holds an all night vigil, alone in his cave, knelt before Grumbar upon sacred ground, begging the soul of the Dire Bear slain south of Caer Callidyr by those ...people.... fly to warmer and safer lands in its afterlife. Upon finishing each eight hour chant in prayer, Bu brings down the Fist of Grumbar, the adamantium Warhammer etched for months into the Mountain Lord's symbol, to crush gems into puffs of colorful gliterring dust upon a thick obsidian slate, in sacrifice, in hopes this may aid the creature's spirit in flight to its final peace...
With a tearful utterance, and with the rarest of sarcasm as he turns to continue his work he utters only one thought...
"Brave adventurers."
