Among the Vallenwood (Old Post)

Twas the witching hour, the congregation amassed deep within the troubled bows of the tall, looming Vallenwood.. Here, among the settled rocks and forest floor stopped an army of both common and royal. All joined to pay homage to one lost from this world. Kin of the Pack stood encircling the small box of oaken wood. Four torches alight the seen for all to watch.. The hyme of prayer alerted fae and pixie kin alike. The forest was alive about those who chose to make themselves known, and those whom wished nae to be seen.. As the Dark Fae began his serenade of words, a faint wind picked up. Even the slightest of hearing could swear a tune whistled on the tips of the wind.. Twas the sound of a carnaval. Still, the Fae continued.. bringing words from the depths of his heart to life before all. So little he spoke seemed to encompass a man so well.. =-

"It is in this hour, we lay our brethren to rest.. Finally, he shall find the peace in death he yurned for in life... I find it hard to wretch words free to describe a man so colorful.. He lived a life of excess, laughing in the face of danger, and living adventurers that some only dream of.. However, I shall not pain the picture of a Martyr.. Ghaleon was nae one. His own wit would prove truthfully be he present to hear my words.. Still, never has thine eyes seen a mortal man so willing to rest everything on the line for all but himself... Dear friend. May the heavenly fathers watch over you.. Even in your darkest of hours.. May you as well. Watch over us and bring use guidance in memories lost.. Fare thee well M'lord.. "

-=He kneeled slowly, a gauntleted hand etched small runes into the soil as he spoke with curved tongues.. Rising he crossed the etchings and stepped slowly, left foot always before the right.. Slowly stepping before the silent form of the assassin, he nodded and brought forth a small scrap of cloth.. Taking the cold hand of his Lord he slipped the cloth between Ghaleons fingers. Within the torch light the twin bands upon Ghaleons hands shimmered brightly, a faint copepr hue.. Moving to the side.... The circle of members slowly revolved around the casket.. Allowing all to say their farewells... As V'Hare returned before the casket he faced the crowd and motioned=-

" If any would care speak their farewells. Please do so now.."

-=The line seemed endless, snaking back through the woodland path all strode upon to reach the site. With the final mournful form slipping from before the casket V'Hare sighed and stepped before all one last time.. The faint wind grew to a chilling breeze,as the Fae cast words of respect towards all that had shown for the preceedings.. With a faint bow he turned.. Four large men had begun to tend to the box, sealing the lid once more. Nailing it shut and lifting it they moved to sink deeper within the woods.. Their destination known by many.. It was a small stone trail leading towards the Den.. Grouping together the members moved through the forest like spectres in the night.. Now and then, V'Hare's eyes searched about.. All had seemed to die down as they reached the elder hall.. The wind had returned to a settling breeze, and the sounds of a festive nature. Merely a memory... As all stepped in V'Hare stood outside for a moment longer.. Nodding towards twin men whom stood guard he stepped within=-

"We musn't be disturbed.."

-=With an elegant waver of his cloak he vanished inward, to the halls main antichamber..=-

Posted on Jul 27, 2000, 9:07 AM

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