A Tale of Toliv's Death
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A band of adventurers delved deep into Yintros with simple whispered word "Ulthorn".
Like a ticking clock together they cleared the bridges of flame - the second time they tried - they were ready - they succeeded...
...the secret The Wayfarer sought SO hard for, finally discovered.
Toliv was the first to see the portal to the garden of healing. He led the charge to that beautiful grass covered safehaven... where sat a moonwell of life...
.... after living hell on the Prime, his companions at his heels, he saw it, he ran for it...
please stop the burning... the hours that led them all to this moment were as if hell itself seared their bodies ....
he ran for it
... looking behind him... Keryn.. Marisha... Trailyn...
he ran for it
.... but...
..Bran... Jackman... Dahvet....
he ran for it
... but he could not leave them.
Only footsteps from salvation he ....stopped...turned back... his mercenaries... his... companions... his ......
friends... needed him... even if he could make it... but should he?
They remained.
He might be able to help ...........but.. another fireball from the beast of flame hit as he turned back and -------
WHITE
all white
the burns were gone
He was warm.
Ahead in the light stood the Huntlord. Solonor Thelandira. As expected. His faith was strong. He awaited this moment in life.
He stared the Huntlord in the eye..............
Slowly his soul hovered towards the great Hunter. He'd be at his side to hunt the great wilds of the eternal forever....
BLACK
all black
Like a hot bucket of water thrown into your face unexpectedly his soul ripped from the flight to the eternal hunting ground and whooshed back to his weak and crumpled mortal vessel... placed gently into a moonwell by his friend Dahvet Cor...
He stood. He had come back. The waters for whatever reason denied him his place next to Solonor...
He silently vowed to not waste this second chance for there would never be another.