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Post by Tel Vinrae on Jun 18, 2015 16:54:07 GMT
Word quickly travels around the city. Nima Sihndora Xyrvyre has been pronounced dead. Some suggested that she died on a Sigil's Contract, as her body was returned to the city by Akosh princess Sejal Swara, Andartan Priestess Victoire d`Thaneaux, and Academy professor and rumoured best friend Spica Amizuno. Parts of the city seems devastated that such a woman Tel Vinrae could be so suddenly taken away. Her family, House Xyrvyre, grieves for the loss of the one of the brightest inventors their people have seen. In the public statement issued by the Xyrvyres, it was said she died with her friends, saving the city. There is rumour they still plan to reveal her final invention after the family has taken time to gather themselves and finish preparations on her work.
The funeral processesion began at House Xyrvyre's Manse and ended at the Darkwood Sanctum. There's were plenty of bright and exotic flowers decorating the Soulless-lifted hearse. The streets were filled with those supporting and paying their respects - some say the first time the young woman's ever received such proud acknowledgement. She was later cremated, her ashes scattered and a new Darkwood Tree grown in place of her life.
Many say that a hero died today - very few dare call her a villian.
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Post by LucasP on Jun 18, 2015 17:26:51 GMT
The city mourned the loss of Sihndora Xyrvyre. Though she was awkward, and strange, and a little off - though she wandered the city with a Skeleton at her side carrying her effects, as a bodyguard - those few that had the pleasure of knowing her would say that she was a brilliant, vibrant and passionate woman, full of such wondrous life and a mind that was amazing. Among the people who walked for her procession were such figures as CNima Solodael Lash`Rael, to whom she was both niece, and for a short time: apprentice. Maisi Maxim, who quite surprisingly remembered the woman and the many things she purchased at the Arcanium Emporium, as well as the long conversations they had about a variety of magical spells and methods. House Xyrvyre's head, Cnim Zygorn, with whom it is rumored she performed much of the maintenance and upgrades to the Soulless of the city. Her parents, who were actively working with her on her latest invention that has yet to be released. And her Grandmother, Kashma, for whom her middle name was chosen and who would be the one to deliver her eulogy, it is said, having recently returned with the other souls on the beach. Other Eladrin and members of high society were also allowed attendance.
After so much loss to the Eladrin People during the Plague, to see yet another of their kind torn down in their youth, especially one with as much promise as Nima Sihndora Xyrvyre. It is a sad and terrible affair.
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Post by Shadeaux on Jun 18, 2015 19:19:32 GMT
Imxeral Carerysi finds her way to the Funeral bringing gifts and flowers, hundreds of them being laid down at the site. Tears flow from time to time during her mourning of a friend she often visited. Though the two were not as close as she wished, it hurt none-the-less. Imxeral gripped a mourning rose, the thorns pierced her hand, blood dripped to the ground. "This is...unacceptable...someone is....going to pay for this." She swore beneath her breath in her native tongue. After the funeral was long gone she remained to speak to Sihndora's body alone. Words of regret, sorrows, and wishing for more time.
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Post by SeanS on Jun 18, 2015 23:46:45 GMT
When Trishna Vidya, the Akosh scholar, heard the news she broke down and wept before disappearing to her room in the Lonely Sage. All was silent for a while before she emerged clad in white, the traditional colors of mourning for her people. It represented purity and peace. While there was still sadness in her eyes, her stoic expression seemed to suggest determination.
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Post by KeithS on Jun 19, 2015 2:19:45 GMT
Spica was part of the processional, walking silently near Cnim Solodael. Dressed in pure black robes, she didn't say much to anyone, just enough to pay her respects to the rest of the Xyrvyre family and her regrets that she wasn't there at the time of Sihndora's death.
By the time the funeral and ceremony was over, Spica was really fighting for emotional control trying to hold back her grief. As soon as she was able to, she slipped away from everyone and was seen being bundled into a carriage nearby, within which was the propriator of the Fiery Lion, Hina Nombra. The carriage then bore the two of them out of the city. Where were they going? And why was Spica in her company. Those that witnessed the abrupt departure claimed that the professor was having an emotional meltdown while being consoled by Nombra as her drow attendants closed the carriage door.
The next day, a second tree, said to have been grown from Living Wood, appeared next to the Darkwood Tree.
Cree Laboratories is currently closed, and anyone looking for Professor Spica have been told that "she is taking a leave of absence from Tel Vinrae for personal reasons".
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Post by KeiN on Jun 19, 2015 2:43:46 GMT
After hearing the news... some would see a familiar dwarven medic just... break down. The man openly wept hearing this; many knew that he was the one that was assisting her and another at a private home before he had joined the ranks of other healers... but... he cried, without shame... without remorse... he let his emotions go as he gave in to that sadness... after some time... there would be questioning -- the dwarven medic Ulrich needed to know.
...sometime later, a wreath of holly and mistletoe would appear on the tree that was planted for her; no one would see who did it, but those who were in the know may have an idea.
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Post by Sharon on Jun 19, 2015 16:30:55 GMT
Saying nothing, the supposed 'Akosh princess' was dumb as she attended the funeral. Dressed in the traditional clothes of mourning like Trisna was, with one acception, she'd rent the garment up the sleeve. She said little if anything to anyone, silent in her grieving. If put to questions she would only say that the Eladrin made the ultimate sacrifice. But when leaving she left a small lamp, tiny bottle of perfume and a lotus blossom.
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Post by Sharon on Jun 19, 2015 16:40:07 GMT
Dressed in her most formal robes, Alexandria Constantina attended the funeral as well, tears streaming down her cheeks. To be struck so by the Ashening and then only to die in the next contract...It seemed so unfair. But when in any time was life ever 'fair'? Word had it that she was seeking out a certain Dwarven healer, perhaps to share her grief with him?
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Post by Adira on Jun 19, 2015 17:34:54 GMT
From a high roof somewhere near the procession, the dark eyes of the dusky skinned Ajit woman watched as best as they could. She wept softly to herself, hand lifting to brush away tears every now and again as she followed the procession from her vantage until it turned into the Darkwood Sanctum. She should have been there - to help her and protect her, wherever she was. But that voice in her mind told her she couldn't always protect her friends. Sometimes, these things would happen. She sat on the rooftops across from the entry to the Darkwood Sanctum and cried all evening into the darkest hours of the night, until at last she rose to her feet once more, and slipped off the rooftops to head inside the Sanctum, using all her skills to do what thieves do best in slipping in undetected. She searched for the tree until she located the memorial that was put up for the woman and gently pulled a small pocket watch from her bag, that looked antiqued and 'tick-ticked' away softly.
"This was for you" she said to the tree, her chin wobbling a little as she did her best to keep herself collected. "I meant to give it to you sooner...I thought you would like it...but I ...I always figured I had time. Somehow...I always thought I'd had time. I'm so sorry, Sihndora." She gently settled the watch down onto the roots of the tree, crouching there and resting a hand on it. "I will miss you so much." she quietly offered, struggling to draw in a breath through a soft sob "But I will never forget you."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2015 17:49:30 GMT
Captain Pearl took time to pay her respects at the funeral. However she also gave her own memorial on board her ship. She sailed out to the sea, and offered bounty to the sea in the name of the hero. She then cried and hid in her quarters after. When returning the city, she went to the lion and drank in her honor.
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