(( this thread in no way interferes with any other threads Druid is involved with all others will progress normally within their time frames))
A wheezing cough bloodies the handkerchief in his gnarled hands as the old man finishes penning a letter to perhaps his most dearest of friends. Folding the letter carefully and pushing it into its envelope he sealed the edges with soft wax. Taking up a wooden box he slowly removes his mask and handles the cracked companion lovingly. So many memories within such an unassuming object it would perhaps boggle those who didn't know of his expansive history.
With a slow exhale of breath that carries with it a mixture of relief and resignation he sets his mask into the box so it rests in an impression of sanguine felt. Closing the box and placing the letter atop of it he hands the packages to one of his attendants. The young man had been a godsend to him this past handful of years. Would the lad even know what lay in store by the end of the week"
"Are the others seen to Lolthario?" vocal chords quaver with the inquiry as the young man aids him in rising.
"Yes, Druid. Emma, Etsie, Markus, Ren, and Ulfr begin their apprenticeships tomorrow morning. Marie is staying on with me...until the end." Elegant fingers the shade of alabaster grip his master's arm gently, but firm while helping him move from the writing desk to the bed. With the care of a loyal butler he dabs a wet cloth over the older man's brow.
Almost twenty winters he stood at a lithe 5'11. The Elvin heritage in his veins dominates his facial features with high cheekbones and a near imperious gaze. Eternally patient with a dancer's grace and slow to anger temperament the lad could pass through any Elvin village without molestation except for his hair. Silken strands of a deep fiery red hung about his shoulders in even layers; a curse from his human father that kept him from ever truly being part of his mother's world. Red hair and purple eyes that were near identical those of the man lying before him like an aged reflection in a mirror.
"Good. All should be ready then." Propped on his pillows Druid closed his eyes as his physical body felt like eighty pounds of lead.
"And what of the others" The students you've had" Gemethyst, Wyheree, and Sarah' Did you want them to know?" Lolthario set the cloth in its bowl of water and wrinsed before daubing Druid's head again.
"No. While I'm sure they would attend, I do believe my passing is best gone unnoticed by them. Besides, Wyheree knows what is coming as she trained you to control your powers. She tempered the fire in your soul. Only one I care to see is her" Exhaling he closes his eyes and lifts a hand to dismiss his attendant. "Leave me, I have a thousand memories to look upon'then a million afterward."
Without a word the half-elf rose and made his exit from the room, taking the bowl and wash cloth with him to leave the old man to his thoughts of what is to come.
A wheezing cough bloodies the handkerchief in his gnarled hands as the old man finishes penning a letter to perhaps his most dearest of friends. Folding the letter carefully and pushing it into its envelope he sealed the edges with soft wax. Taking up a wooden box he slowly removes his mask and handles the cracked companion lovingly. So many memories within such an unassuming object it would perhaps boggle those who didn't know of his expansive history.
With a slow exhale of breath that carries with it a mixture of relief and resignation he sets his mask into the box so it rests in an impression of sanguine felt. Closing the box and placing the letter atop of it he hands the packages to one of his attendants. The young man had been a godsend to him this past handful of years. Would the lad even know what lay in store by the end of the week"
"Are the others seen to Lolthario?" vocal chords quaver with the inquiry as the young man aids him in rising.
"Yes, Druid. Emma, Etsie, Markus, Ren, and Ulfr begin their apprenticeships tomorrow morning. Marie is staying on with me...until the end." Elegant fingers the shade of alabaster grip his master's arm gently, but firm while helping him move from the writing desk to the bed. With the care of a loyal butler he dabs a wet cloth over the older man's brow.
Almost twenty winters he stood at a lithe 5'11. The Elvin heritage in his veins dominates his facial features with high cheekbones and a near imperious gaze. Eternally patient with a dancer's grace and slow to anger temperament the lad could pass through any Elvin village without molestation except for his hair. Silken strands of a deep fiery red hung about his shoulders in even layers; a curse from his human father that kept him from ever truly being part of his mother's world. Red hair and purple eyes that were near identical those of the man lying before him like an aged reflection in a mirror.
"Good. All should be ready then." Propped on his pillows Druid closed his eyes as his physical body felt like eighty pounds of lead.
"And what of the others" The students you've had" Gemethyst, Wyheree, and Sarah' Did you want them to know?" Lolthario set the cloth in its bowl of water and wrinsed before daubing Druid's head again.
"No. While I'm sure they would attend, I do believe my passing is best gone unnoticed by them. Besides, Wyheree knows what is coming as she trained you to control your powers. She tempered the fire in your soul. Only one I care to see is her" Exhaling he closes his eyes and lifts a hand to dismiss his attendant. "Leave me, I have a thousand memories to look upon'then a million afterward."
Without a word the half-elf rose and made his exit from the room, taking the bowl and wash cloth with him to leave the old man to his thoughts of what is to come.