Raising the White Flag, Custodio's Epilogue
Aug 22, 2021 8:33:06 GMT -5
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Post by kashard on Aug 22, 2021 8:33:06 GMT -5
1387 DR, two years after the Cloudstone incident
Som
It is the final hour of darkness, before light comes alive in this bucolic landscape. The morning sun warms the fresh dew with a mother’s kiss, rising up from the mountains that lay down past the horizon. As it’s light slowly reaches the land, a small vegetable garden on the works basks in it’s light, with young life sprouting from the earth calm and gently. A half finished fence, a wagon with a broken weel, farming tools and waking animals also embrace the light, greeted by the grace of Lathander. Next to it all, a small, red and quite charming house stands out the landscape, not far out from the road, still needing a few repairs, adorned with jasmines and roses over the windows, and a very humble porch welcome the coming sunlight. As each ray of warm light penetrates the windows of the home, the sound of children giggling permeates the cozy living room, small feet rushing through the oakwood staircase, down a hallway with creaking floorboards, and climbing up to the attic. It would seem the kids would be trying to be sneaky, but are way too excited at this early hour to suceed. It’s their first mastermind plan to get to the room they were not supposed to, and they simply cannot hold it in.
The first child, the fearless leader, is a little human girl with scruffy red hair, freckles, and bright blue eyes, holding in a world of wonder inside. It’s small arms manage to push the trap door open and climb up the attic just barely, and quickly helps the other two to follow. A very young boy with orcish features, yet adorable and sparkly hazel eyes, long frizzy jet black hair, tiny tusks that portrude out of his bottom lips and a runny nose is the next in line. The last, tallest yet clumsiest of the lot, is a human boy of brown skin and black eyes, a tiny stubby nose and brown short hair, probably the oldest, and definetelly the scaredy cat of the lot, is startled by every single noise around, absolutely terrified of getting caught. He speaks to the others in a hushed whisper.
“-Come on, Jen. El is gonna catch us...let’s go back”, he speaks to the redhaired child.
“-Oh shush, Gus, stop being such a chicken”, replies the fearless leader.
“-Wittle chiwken...”, adds the half-orcish, tiny one, barely able to form the words over his growing tusks.
The attic is dusty and dark, yet the morning light still finds it’s way through the cracks on the roof and closed window. There, the kids sneak around old chests and tapestries. On the far wall, they shuffle themselves on their toes to move some things around. They find a different assorted pile of trinkets, some of it just junk, and two very weird fishes, a stiff petrified one and a vernished chubbier one, that seemed to have been slapped around a many dozen times. Hidden beneath a different assort of maps and parchments, they find a big dark wood chest, and they open, their mouths all gape in unison, dropping down as they see a dusty sheated bastard sword, a banged up Tempuran shield, and an equally mistreated armor and helm, laid to rest in the chest like laying in a coffin.
“-Whooooooa~...”.
“-Indeed, you little rascals”, says a fourth voice behind them, in equal measure of calm softness and harsh sterness.
The three kids freeze where they stand for a second, slowly turning their faces around to see the silhouette of a slender elf man with jet black long hair cascading down his shoulders, arms folded, and a piercing gaze that sentence them to eternal trouble. Immediatelly, the scruffy haired girl tries to dart right past him, yet caught in a split second by her collar. The tallest brown skinned child referred to as Gus earlier simply freezes and starts crying, and the tiny half orc stands up fiercely, and steps up between the elf and his crying brother, bravely staring back at the elf who just scoffs with some admiration, as he holds on their leader who desperatly tries to break away with no sucess. He kneels to the eye level of the brave yet tiny child, and smiles, messing with his hair.
“-Good, Hyrul. I think you get an extra pancake today”, says the elf as the stern turns into a warm loving smile.
The half orcish child smiles big and white, his hazel eyes brightly sparkle as he rushes to hug on the elf’s leg as he stands back up, hangs on it like a bug, The elf winces some as he has to simply deal with it as he turns around, making his way back. He drags the red haired rebel that protests to the unfairness of it all, and the fearful Gus sobs and hiccups as he follows the elf back down the trap door.
Soon, all 4 of them are gathered in the kitchen, the children sitting down as El readies breakfast. The red haired girl, unable to stay quiet for more than 3 seconds, shouts out in a demanding tone.
“-We wanna hear a story, uncle El!”, Jen shouts out in a riot.
“-A story?”, Gus eye’s sparkle as he immediatelly stops sobbing.
“-Stowy!”, says Hyrul, rocking and swinging his feet that hang over the tall chair.
The elf simply smiles, as he serves eachc hild a portion of pancakes, Hyrul gaining the extra portion.
“- I wanna hear about Tess, the sharkgirl pirate!”, says Jen hyperly.
“- I-I wanna hear about the fey princess...”, stutters Gus uneasily.
“- Wolf-giwrl Ellie and her cubbies!”, demands Hyrul, face stuffed with pancake and syrup.
The elf just sighs and smiles, sitting by the table with the children as he wipes Hyrul’s messy face.
“-We’ll ask Eric after comes back from fixing the fence, hm?”, he states to the three of them, who cheer and grin joviously. devouring their breakfast.
From across the hall, a door opens. Inside it, a simple, humble bedroom with a single bed, a handmade wardrobe and a closet. By his bedside, the picture of a gorgeous redhaired woman, with pixie dust sprinkled over the paper and frame, and a pendant with the shape of a golden lion hanging from the frame. A man walks out that door, goes past the kitchen, with long silver hair tied over the back of his head, wearing a simple cotton shirt and leather boots proper to work a crop. He carries some wooden boards over his shoulder, and a hammer hangs on his belt. He smiles and waves to the children and El, who smile back and greet him.
“Good morning uncle Eric!”, they all say in unison, he replies with the warmest smile. He walks over to the front door, a symbol of Lathander next to a symbol of Chauntea hang on the wall on it’s side. He places his calloused hand on the door knob, opens it, and greets the warming sun head on. There, he witnesses the beauty of it all, the smell of fresh due, the wet earth, the golden dawn as birds fly off in the horizon and sing praises to nature. He cant help himself but smile contently, fulfilled. He starts moving towards the half finished fence, starting to begin his work, while down the Horizon, he sees the sillouetes of 2 women with their backs to the sun walking down the side road towards his humble house. He squints his blue eyes, and smiles as he raises his hand to greet them, and tears form as he sees they greet them back. His hair shines bright under the sun, waves over to the side as a gust of fresh wind swoops over around him.
His hair swirls over the wind, like a waving white flag.
The End
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The ending of a character that brought me much joy and happiness, thank you for all who played and embraced him, I'll cherish these tender and silly moments for a long time in my life. I'll be seeing you all around.
-Kashard
Som
It is the final hour of darkness, before light comes alive in this bucolic landscape. The morning sun warms the fresh dew with a mother’s kiss, rising up from the mountains that lay down past the horizon. As it’s light slowly reaches the land, a small vegetable garden on the works basks in it’s light, with young life sprouting from the earth calm and gently. A half finished fence, a wagon with a broken weel, farming tools and waking animals also embrace the light, greeted by the grace of Lathander. Next to it all, a small, red and quite charming house stands out the landscape, not far out from the road, still needing a few repairs, adorned with jasmines and roses over the windows, and a very humble porch welcome the coming sunlight. As each ray of warm light penetrates the windows of the home, the sound of children giggling permeates the cozy living room, small feet rushing through the oakwood staircase, down a hallway with creaking floorboards, and climbing up to the attic. It would seem the kids would be trying to be sneaky, but are way too excited at this early hour to suceed. It’s their first mastermind plan to get to the room they were not supposed to, and they simply cannot hold it in.
The first child, the fearless leader, is a little human girl with scruffy red hair, freckles, and bright blue eyes, holding in a world of wonder inside. It’s small arms manage to push the trap door open and climb up the attic just barely, and quickly helps the other two to follow. A very young boy with orcish features, yet adorable and sparkly hazel eyes, long frizzy jet black hair, tiny tusks that portrude out of his bottom lips and a runny nose is the next in line. The last, tallest yet clumsiest of the lot, is a human boy of brown skin and black eyes, a tiny stubby nose and brown short hair, probably the oldest, and definetelly the scaredy cat of the lot, is startled by every single noise around, absolutely terrified of getting caught. He speaks to the others in a hushed whisper.
“-Come on, Jen. El is gonna catch us...let’s go back”, he speaks to the redhaired child.
“-Oh shush, Gus, stop being such a chicken”, replies the fearless leader.
“-Wittle chiwken...”, adds the half-orcish, tiny one, barely able to form the words over his growing tusks.
The attic is dusty and dark, yet the morning light still finds it’s way through the cracks on the roof and closed window. There, the kids sneak around old chests and tapestries. On the far wall, they shuffle themselves on their toes to move some things around. They find a different assorted pile of trinkets, some of it just junk, and two very weird fishes, a stiff petrified one and a vernished chubbier one, that seemed to have been slapped around a many dozen times. Hidden beneath a different assort of maps and parchments, they find a big dark wood chest, and they open, their mouths all gape in unison, dropping down as they see a dusty sheated bastard sword, a banged up Tempuran shield, and an equally mistreated armor and helm, laid to rest in the chest like laying in a coffin.
“-Whooooooa~...”.
“-Indeed, you little rascals”, says a fourth voice behind them, in equal measure of calm softness and harsh sterness.
The three kids freeze where they stand for a second, slowly turning their faces around to see the silhouette of a slender elf man with jet black long hair cascading down his shoulders, arms folded, and a piercing gaze that sentence them to eternal trouble. Immediatelly, the scruffy haired girl tries to dart right past him, yet caught in a split second by her collar. The tallest brown skinned child referred to as Gus earlier simply freezes and starts crying, and the tiny half orc stands up fiercely, and steps up between the elf and his crying brother, bravely staring back at the elf who just scoffs with some admiration, as he holds on their leader who desperatly tries to break away with no sucess. He kneels to the eye level of the brave yet tiny child, and smiles, messing with his hair.
“-Good, Hyrul. I think you get an extra pancake today”, says the elf as the stern turns into a warm loving smile.
The half orcish child smiles big and white, his hazel eyes brightly sparkle as he rushes to hug on the elf’s leg as he stands back up, hangs on it like a bug, The elf winces some as he has to simply deal with it as he turns around, making his way back. He drags the red haired rebel that protests to the unfairness of it all, and the fearful Gus sobs and hiccups as he follows the elf back down the trap door.
Soon, all 4 of them are gathered in the kitchen, the children sitting down as El readies breakfast. The red haired girl, unable to stay quiet for more than 3 seconds, shouts out in a demanding tone.
“-We wanna hear a story, uncle El!”, Jen shouts out in a riot.
“-A story?”, Gus eye’s sparkle as he immediatelly stops sobbing.
“-Stowy!”, says Hyrul, rocking and swinging his feet that hang over the tall chair.
The elf simply smiles, as he serves eachc hild a portion of pancakes, Hyrul gaining the extra portion.
“- I wanna hear about Tess, the sharkgirl pirate!”, says Jen hyperly.
“- I-I wanna hear about the fey princess...”, stutters Gus uneasily.
“- Wolf-giwrl Ellie and her cubbies!”, demands Hyrul, face stuffed with pancake and syrup.
The elf just sighs and smiles, sitting by the table with the children as he wipes Hyrul’s messy face.
“-We’ll ask Eric after comes back from fixing the fence, hm?”, he states to the three of them, who cheer and grin joviously. devouring their breakfast.
From across the hall, a door opens. Inside it, a simple, humble bedroom with a single bed, a handmade wardrobe and a closet. By his bedside, the picture of a gorgeous redhaired woman, with pixie dust sprinkled over the paper and frame, and a pendant with the shape of a golden lion hanging from the frame. A man walks out that door, goes past the kitchen, with long silver hair tied over the back of his head, wearing a simple cotton shirt and leather boots proper to work a crop. He carries some wooden boards over his shoulder, and a hammer hangs on his belt. He smiles and waves to the children and El, who smile back and greet him.
“Good morning uncle Eric!”, they all say in unison, he replies with the warmest smile. He walks over to the front door, a symbol of Lathander next to a symbol of Chauntea hang on the wall on it’s side. He places his calloused hand on the door knob, opens it, and greets the warming sun head on. There, he witnesses the beauty of it all, the smell of fresh due, the wet earth, the golden dawn as birds fly off in the horizon and sing praises to nature. He cant help himself but smile contently, fulfilled. He starts moving towards the half finished fence, starting to begin his work, while down the Horizon, he sees the sillouetes of 2 women with their backs to the sun walking down the side road towards his humble house. He squints his blue eyes, and smiles as he raises his hand to greet them, and tears form as he sees they greet them back. His hair shines bright under the sun, waves over to the side as a gust of fresh wind swoops over around him.
His hair swirls over the wind, like a waving white flag.
The End
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The ending of a character that brought me much joy and happiness, thank you for all who played and embraced him, I'll cherish these tender and silly moments for a long time in my life. I'll be seeing you all around.
-Kashard