Snow Hawk: The Death of Snow Hawk

[me_less]

It takes a while for the news to sink in. SnowHawk? The concept that someone defeated him in battle shocked Jos'iah. Even more shocking was the news of his self-afflicted death.

Can this be really true? What will Sundren be without the familiar samurai roaming its lands?

[Urithrand]

Leckith Oakenhair was sitting at the camp fire in the Viridale when news reached his ears. A sudden vibration in the spiritual realm around him followed by what sounded only like a sorrowful wail. An eerie silence followed, in both worlds, painful almost in its deafening stillness. He wondered for a time if he had lost the gift, so long was the silence absolute, no word from Resia nor a whisper of a breeze. Nature itself was weeping, the trees silently mourning the loss of a powerful friend, much loved by every inch of the Viridale.

"Snow Hawk..." Came Resia's eventual and simple explanation. She did not say another word, nor did she need to. Collapsing to his knees, Leck stared ahead of himself without speaking, tears not quite making their way to his eyes just yet.

First came denial. He shook his head, thinking "No, it's ridiculous, some trick, some foolery or ruse..." but no matter how many times he repeated it in his head, it did not ring true any more.

Second came grief, and now finally the tears flowed. Openly he sobbed, unembarrassed in front of nature he buried his face in his hands and shook with tears dripping onto the grass of the forest floor. How many hours he stayed there like that he would not know, but darkness came and went before he finally lifted his head, eyes bright red with sobbing.

Third came anger. Shaking now no longer with grief but boiling, insane fury, he drew his rapier and squeezed it's blade in his left hand until bright red blood flowed down the blade and dripped to the mossy ground. Pain throbbed as the blood flowed until he could bear it no longer, and he let go, clenching his bare fist furiously. The blood squeezed from between his fingers instead, and he put it to his face, smearing blood across his lips so it began to run down his neck and front. Tears still flowed but now he did not blink them away.

"Snow Hawk..." he whispered, "my friend. My guide. My brother. I swear upon this blade that I will discover who did this and I will rip his head from his still breathing neck. I will avenge you... Your death will not be forgotten. This I swear, your memory will spur me on to greater lengths. I will defend this forest in your absence... no matter what."

He did not move for a time. He bound his hand, knowing he could have healed it without a second thought, but somehow that seemed wrong to him. He would bear the pain of it until it healed, and he would scar, yes it would scar horribly, but it would remind him every time he saw his hand of his fallen comrade. "You will not be forgotten."

[darcane]

Many have put their trust back into the man...Though from the beginning he never gave any a reason to trust him,his actions were chaotic and his words were of a fanatic.Though still fanatical,he has used wisdom to curb his chaotic nature and thus remain neutral in matters to the best of his ability..He gives thanks to one man for this..A man he actually called friend..A man that gave him life once more after being murdered for his daring and outrageous temper..This man was Snow Hawk,he saw in him what others did not,he never discriminated him..He respected Snow Hawk and thus made a promise to honor him and his wishes.

Vader learned of Snow's demise from the man who defeated him,a fire genasi named Aleister Graymantle.He told the Talassan and two others, while helping them thin the cartel ranks beneath Aquor..A mixture of different emotions stirred within the stormlord..He wanted to kill this man before him,but knew it wasnt his place..What would Snow Hawk think of him if he did such a thing?Even after his death he took the man's thoughts to heart..He somewhat understood why Snow took his own life.He knew honor meant everything to him..Without honor you are already dead..

The Talassan's main focus now, was somehow getting Snow's sword back from those that did not deserve to have it...Vader wanted to give the dead man's possessions to his beloved that he once spoke of,she deserved to have it.He knew what the sword was used for..Trade.A Thayan wizard owned it now,one Vader did not like at all.Pyras should not have Snow's sword..Of all people,he should not have it..The Talassan is now determined to retrieve the blade,a blade ,a great man in his opinion, wielded with honor.

It must be given its rightful place...Only then Vader will feel at peace...Only then,he believes, Snow's spirit will rest more easy.

[Verrath]

When Annie learns of Snow Hawk's death, her shoulders sag and her eyes tear up a bit.

Why? Why? I was just starting to get to know you... I heard so much about you and there was so much I wanted to ask you...

She sits in the druid grove for hours, brooding, not speaking.

[Wedrewolf]

"The forest has lost a powerful ally" Rellik thought to himself.

[Slanke]

Deep inside the Necropolis a masked woman sits by a table.
In the glow from a few candles she searches through tomes and her own books she copied from the library in Thay.
This Snow Hawk had followed her into the Necropolis and almost managed to slay her. His escape when he noticed he would lose was also a big accomplishment. If there only was a way.
She rummages through several tomes then suddenly stops. “Yes” She says to herself. “I knew it was here.” She opens the Necronomicon, the tome she made from the skin of elves and demon skin.
She starts to write: “Combining these 3 spells may enable me to reanimate this man, and a few ošthose will enable me to control him.”
Hours pass. Days pass. She continues to study and putting together the spells. Her tome will soon need more elven skin to get more pages, but this is worth it she thinks.
After 5 days without sleep, she finally finishes her writings. Her condition almost made her in no need of sleep, but this had almost pushed her to her limits. She slowly heads toward the Tomb and slowly lays down on it, immediately falling asleep. Tomorrow she would go search for that corpse.