The Castle laid deep within the mountains to the North would of been well for hosting a gathering. However, It would not be this home, nor the home located within the city that one Lord Z'ev "Draconis" Zayveon would make his final place of rest. A quieter place, a place of ice and snow upon the deep south was his chosen. The Castle there was a little smaller then the one upon the high mountains of the North. Surrounded by a lake of ice with a stone bridge leading from the frozen mainland. Few, had ever seen such a place. One of wonders, one of magical embrace. This, was his place of birth into the world that is Rhydin. A place where magic formed into flesh upon his birthing into existence. Here it was quiet, except for the whistling wind of cold outside the castle. Here, life slowed. "And I expect my luggage to unpacked and put away in their proper places within the room." Danica had arrived. True to her nature, she was dressed in a tight fitting one part gown, one part long coat. Though the skirt barely drew near her knees. Humble, was not a word in her vocabulary. Danica would be the Necromancer of Zayveon's daughters. She had no problem ordering people around and the metal androids around the castle were already being put to work. The brunette moved with a grace and courage all her own. If she wanted something in life, she took it. Be it by her own hand, or that of shadow. They'd be a whisp of wind as that of the elemental daughter arrived within the castle walls. Morana. Dressed upon one of her gowns of green, the blonde didn't care much for humans or that of orc. She was more at home deep within the forests and found the bitter cold of this southern castle not to her liking one bit. "Frosty...honestly...he couldn't of found a tropical island." She shook her head, spilling blonde locks about her shoulders as she moved for the great hall and the warmth of the hearths there. The arrival of a skyship, similar to that of Zayveon's, would bring down his daughter Zyanya the adventurer and his daughter Aiyana, the traveling healer. Both were more respectful then some of Zayveon's children. Zyanya pushed open a door and strutted inward upon her knee high boots of black. Her rapier laid at her side, a hand laid to the hilt as Aiyana followed near her side. Zayveon appeared from around a hallway and perked a smile at seeing the two of them. Aiyana rushed to embrace him within a warming hug as Zyanya perked a deep smile upon her features while she drew near in step. "You should of sent word sooner, Father. We'd of been here weeks ago." Zayveon smiled as he looked Aiyana over. "As beautiful as ever, my dear. Still spreading good upon your travels I take it?" Aiyana smiled with a soft nod of her head. "Indeed, father. Where there are sick, I am to be found. Many upon our world need help and healing you know." She gave a wink before shifting a little to the side to allow Zyanya room to step forward. "You look older, I wonder if you can still hold a sword?" Zyanya teased with a smile at her lips. "I taught you the fine art of the sword, Zyanya. One never forgets how to hold one." Zayveon smiled and stepped to wrap of his other daughter up in a big hug. "Tis' been too long, father of mine. My ship is nearly as splendid as your own. Perhaps we could race." Zayveon chuckled gently, all be it with a small cough to push forth. He slid one arm around each daughter and turned them toward the great hall. "Come...let us find you both something to eat after you long trip. No doubt Vesna and Kalypso will be arriving shortly." "Oh good, has Muriella arrived yet?" Zyanya quickly elbowed Aiyana in the ribs, Zayveon perked a brow. "Muriella is coming?" "Um...yes...I mean...she said she was." Aiyana quietly nodded to their father before making a 'oops' face to Zyanya who had nudged her again the side. "Hm...I've not seen here in...sometime."

An understatement. In truth, they'd not spoken since she'd left years earlier to fight in some damned crusades. Saying the humans needed aid in their cause. Needed support. Having lost a few children over time to crusades and this or that mighty cause as they were, Zayveon was anything but happy to have another child of his depart for wars unknown.

"Father...it's been a while. Why don't you show us the Room of Mystics, yes?" Aiyana tried to curb his thoughts. "Yes, I heard you've obtained one of the orbs...I'd very much like to see of it father. No doubt it pales in comparison to any treasure I've onboard my ship." Zyanya perked a smile up to her father with a nod to Aiyana. "Yes, yes I can show you the room. But then we'll get you both something to eat and drink yes?" They both would nod to him with a smile, trouble averted for now. Least until Vesna and Kalypso would arrive. Then the bickering of sisters, would begin.

"You know, you shouldn't be whisking yourself around like you are."

Zayveon looked over at his daughter Aiyana. She offered up a smile and he couldn't help but perk one of his own from his chair. "Aye. Matters of The Lysandros Pirate Syndicate are keeping me busy." His daughter gave a soft nod of her head over at her father. "You have enough, that can do such errands for you. You're weakening yourself by zipping to and from, over this world and beyond. Let the dark elf handle more matters. Or the two you spoke of to me earlier." Zayveon smiled to his daughter, eyes turning off toward the flames within the hearth. Few knew and understood the play of fire and ice with Zayveon. Perhaps all the better considering some matters at hand.

"Some matters, require that of my own hand, dear daughter of mine. Some things you have to see come to pass by your own eyes." Zayveon reached over from his chair, taking of his daughter's hand within his own and giving a warming squeeze. "I've lived a long life, Aiyana. I've seen the rise of mighty guilds and the fall of cities. I've seen war break out due to a misunderstanding and peace come from a single sacrifice. Most that remember me from the days of old, have already passed it seems. I've not seen Profit and Jardin in nearly ten years now. Aidin has passed. Nefari and Destiny passed years ago beyond the realm's light. At times, I feel like I am the only one remaining from the days of old." Aiyana frowned slightly and lowered her eyes to her father's hand in her own. "But you've made new friends in the past few years, have you not' You've helped many within the lands." Zayveon smiled and gave a soft nod of his head. "True, but it is not my decision to part this realm, Aiyana. It is merely, my time. I've lived and seen more then most and I am grateful to be sure of the time I've had. But all good things, must come to an end."

Aiyana lifted her free hand to brush a tear from her cheek, while giving her father's hand a firm squeeze. She lifted then from her chair and moved over to her father. Lowering onto his lap and nuzzling into him as she slid her arms around his neck. "Tell me a story, papa. Like the ones you used to tell us when we were younger" Just let me get lost for a few in one of your stories please?"

Zayveon slid his arms around his daughter and smiled gently to her with a soft nod of his head. "All right, Aiyana. All right."

It was a cold winter's night when Muriella's body was laid to it's final resting place. Draconis himself upon his true form of a Draconian stood tall in his height of over eight foot, as he carried his daughter to the high mountain near the southern castle. Morana used that of her elemental skill to work the landscape back for the special spot. Draconis turned his head to his daughter upon his arms, lowering a kiss to her forehead before easing down to one knee and settling her to her place of rest. As he stood, tears perked along his snout. Stepping back, Aiyana and Zyanya each reached to take one of his large hands and give a warming, comforting squeeze.

"On this night, we lay to rest your sister, Muriella. Her spirit in life was more pure then most that walk the realms that make up our world, Rhydin. Her last act upon this realm, was to...save her father from death?s final rest. She was pure of heart and pure of soul. She was, and forever will be, my daughter."

Slowly they moved into a circle about the final resting place, joining hands. As they bowed their heads, ancient words of old were whispered. The ground gave a slight rumble, shake, before a beam of pure light shot upwards into the night sky. Launching into the depths of space to create an explosion. A new star, was born. Each in turn lifted their gaze upwards into the night sky and the placement of the new star among the heavens. Muriella's body was gone from the ground. The last of her essence sent deep into space for the formation of the new star.

"She will be missed, but when we miss of her all we have to do is turn our gaze toward the heavens and they'll she'll be. Looking down upon us." Aiyana smiled through her tears as she gave a soft nod of her head upwards to the sky. "Rest in peace, my sister. Rest in peace."