Ellendilh Silvermist
01-31-2003, 08:21 AM
He placed his scimitar above the fireplace.
Evil has been smited.
Wealth accumulated and now given away.
His tunic, blazoned with his rank and prestige, soiled in battles won long ago, returned to the elders who started his path.
His last adventure.
It begins like it started.
He walks outside, cold air upon his bare skin.
He breathes deeply.
The light of the moon will begin his final journey.
He will join his wolven brothers.
He will become a part of what he protected.
He is now no more.
Evil has been smited.
Wealth accumulated and now given away.
His tunic, blazoned with his rank and prestige, soiled in battles won long ago, returned to the elders who started his path.
His last adventure.
It begins like it started.
He walks outside, cold air upon his bare skin.
He breathes deeply.
The light of the moon will begin his final journey.
He will join his wolven brothers.
He will become a part of what he protected.
He is now no more.