A soft breeze made its way around the top of the grassy hill. It swirled around the grass, letting the verdant tips lean this way and that way. The wind moved to the top of the hill, around a figure dressed in a comfortable and obviously homespun tunic. It surrounded the figure, his sword strapped to his back twinkling at the breeze and messing up his honey brown hair on his pointed ears.
The figure wore a faded eye patch and held an amulet in his hands, glittering in the sun that lay far above. It was silver, and had small runes scratched around the edges of it. The chain it dangled from was made of fine chain, but was probably able to withstand almost anything.
The figures attention was focused on a small tombstone on the top of the hill, with a name scrawled in elvish on it. Beneath the name, it said "Action belies belief." Fingering the chain, the elf begins to speak.
"You bastard. You were a freaking asshole in life, and in death you piss me off even more. You were sarcastic, rude, and for the most part a despicable human being."
He closed his one radiant gold eye for a moment, then opened it.
"You betrayed my trust, you fought for the worst kind of evil. You lied to me and all of our friends, and for that I will not forgive you."
His fist tightened around the chain, his white knuckles straining against the skin.
"But by Corellon, you were my friend. You saved my life more times than I can count, and I saved yours the same. We fought together, we drank together, and we laughed together. I cannot believe that was a lie, or faked. And for you to do what you did..."
He sighed, his usually ageless face showing lines.
"...What you did was right in the end. And I will take the worst possible vengeance on these of your coven. I will hunt them down, I will find out who they are and what they are capable of, and I."
His eye glowed in anger, his sword changing from a twinkling sound to a low hum.
"I will kill them all." He stated flatly. "No warning, no preparations. I will find out where to hit, and I will strike with all of my power, all of my strength!" His voice grows louder. "I will make them rue the day they were ever born, ever stepping on a path that tortured innocents and punished good souls like the one that I know you had!" His blades humming grows louder as well.
"I will punish the wicked, and I will make them take responsibility for killing my best friend." His anger died, and now he only looked old. His blade falls silent.
"And I will deliver this to whom it was intended. My only regret is not knowing who to give it to." He smiled ruefully. "And maybe then you will find peace, old friend."
He carefully placed the amulet in his pack and turned away. The wind was growing stronger and the sky was darkening. The storm was coming.
The figure wore a faded eye patch and held an amulet in his hands, glittering in the sun that lay far above. It was silver, and had small runes scratched around the edges of it. The chain it dangled from was made of fine chain, but was probably able to withstand almost anything.
The figures attention was focused on a small tombstone on the top of the hill, with a name scrawled in elvish on it. Beneath the name, it said "Action belies belief." Fingering the chain, the elf begins to speak.
"You bastard. You were a freaking asshole in life, and in death you piss me off even more. You were sarcastic, rude, and for the most part a despicable human being."
He closed his one radiant gold eye for a moment, then opened it.
"You betrayed my trust, you fought for the worst kind of evil. You lied to me and all of our friends, and for that I will not forgive you."
His fist tightened around the chain, his white knuckles straining against the skin.
"But by Corellon, you were my friend. You saved my life more times than I can count, and I saved yours the same. We fought together, we drank together, and we laughed together. I cannot believe that was a lie, or faked. And for you to do what you did..."
He sighed, his usually ageless face showing lines.
"...What you did was right in the end. And I will take the worst possible vengeance on these of your coven. I will hunt them down, I will find out who they are and what they are capable of, and I."
His eye glowed in anger, his sword changing from a twinkling sound to a low hum.
"I will kill them all." He stated flatly. "No warning, no preparations. I will find out where to hit, and I will strike with all of my power, all of my strength!" His voice grows louder. "I will make them rue the day they were ever born, ever stepping on a path that tortured innocents and punished good souls like the one that I know you had!" His blades humming grows louder as well.
"I will punish the wicked, and I will make them take responsibility for killing my best friend." His anger died, and now he only looked old. His blade falls silent.
"And I will deliver this to whom it was intended. My only regret is not knowing who to give it to." He smiled ruefully. "And maybe then you will find peace, old friend."
He carefully placed the amulet in his pack and turned away. The wind was growing stronger and the sky was darkening. The storm was coming.
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