Post by oorali on Nov 29, 2020 11:49:35 GMT 1
Stone black clouds poured heavy pellets of water in a late summer afternoon monsoon over the Eden Stone. The downpour, and the thunder that accompanied it, were unnatural for this time of year. It was the type of weather even the beasts of Agonia took shelter from. Today, however, Rholtar’s
Rangers gathered around the ceremonial stone to salute a fallen member of their kin. All the Rangers, the clan to which Frinz belonged, knelt in the mud. Mayor Johtul, the closest to the Eden Stone, held his hands forward touching the Eden Stone while either side on his flanks Dboesman, Oorali, Nasyra, Varro, Toenail, and Osin knelt resting their arms around each other’s shoulders. Through the splatter of the rain and booms of thunder all in attendance could hear the words that Johtul poured out in remembrance of Frinz.
“Rholtar, I ask that you guide our brother on his journey to you. Let his wandering soul ramble in peace in the afterlife. May he travel by your side forever wandering, roving as a Ranger should. I will miss you brother. Your wit, your kindness, your spirit of adventure, and your sense of humour. Your sense of humour that got us through many nights, many fights, many journeys, many…”
Johtul paused for a while, and then stood slowly. The Rangers followed. He continued,
“To Frinz, our friend, our brother, our comrade, our family, a Ranger. To Frinz!”
The crowd chanted behind Johtul. The sky echoed with bursts of thunder that crashed deafeningly above them.
“May his soul eternally be at peace.” Osin whispered. Oorali seconded Osin’s sentiments and the Rangers followed in affirmation. They each took their time touching the Eden Stone and whispering their own words of remembrance, and respect in honour of their fallen brother.
Rangers gathered around the ceremonial stone to salute a fallen member of their kin. All the Rangers, the clan to which Frinz belonged, knelt in the mud. Mayor Johtul, the closest to the Eden Stone, held his hands forward touching the Eden Stone while either side on his flanks Dboesman, Oorali, Nasyra, Varro, Toenail, and Osin knelt resting their arms around each other’s shoulders. Through the splatter of the rain and booms of thunder all in attendance could hear the words that Johtul poured out in remembrance of Frinz.
“Rholtar, I ask that you guide our brother on his journey to you. Let his wandering soul ramble in peace in the afterlife. May he travel by your side forever wandering, roving as a Ranger should. I will miss you brother. Your wit, your kindness, your spirit of adventure, and your sense of humour. Your sense of humour that got us through many nights, many fights, many journeys, many…”
Johtul paused for a while, and then stood slowly. The Rangers followed. He continued,
“To Frinz, our friend, our brother, our comrade, our family, a Ranger. To Frinz!”
The crowd chanted behind Johtul. The sky echoed with bursts of thunder that crashed deafeningly above them.
“May his soul eternally be at peace.” Osin whispered. Oorali seconded Osin’s sentiments and the Rangers followed in affirmation. They each took their time touching the Eden Stone and whispering their own words of remembrance, and respect in honour of their fallen brother.
