Topic: Gwydion "Lumage" Tangel

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-08-05 08:50 EST
It started out like any other morning as Brian strolled inside the Inn, and talked with Rosie. He saw his pal the Lumage walk into the Inn and smiled, hoping they could have a drink together. It was like any other morning. And by NO means did Brian Ravenlock ever think he would be burying his friend. That was until Gwydion Tangel lay dead on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Then the morning was hardly like any other.

Brian and one of the Scathachian Judges named Laufeia tried to bring Gwydion's killer to justice and failed, as they were each sent away by some unseen power she used. Theron and Shauri tried hard to save the Lumage, but the damage was done. Killed by one of the very women he loved, as he tried to save the lives of both of his loves.

Brian returned and collected the Body, Gwydion looked peaceful enough as Shauri and Theron did whatever they could, and cleaned him as well. Wrapping his friend up, Brian carried him to a waiting wagon and was soon off to the Cemetary.

Arriving, Brian was assisted by Jonah, one of the caretakers who had taken it upon himself to find a very nice spot for Gwydion to laid to rest. It was atop a small hill over looking one of the beautiful ponds of the grounds, and faced west so that the sunset would deliver it's glorious hue upon Gwydion each day. That extra bit was tossed in by the kind Jonah, who was easily one of the most considerant men, Brian had ever met.

The plot was already dug, as Brian laid Gwydion and then he and Jonah proceeded to Bury the 'Lumage'. After a bit of time, they were done and began work on the head stone, that itself took some time. Luckily Johan was skilled, and Brian was the muscle and between the two it was done. A basic head stone that read:

Gwydion the "Lumage"

08/04/XXXX Loved and missed. Stronger than most people could ever wish to be. A man who despite what life had set against him, did what needed to be done, with no regard for his own well being. May his music and love continue from the ever after as he showers us with each from above. Courageous & True to his own heart until the very end. Godspeed.



Brian set the stone with with Jonahs help, and stood there a moment. Jonah by his side as he spoke a moment.

"Well, buddy...I can't believe It came to this....I wish we talked more, I wish a million things. I didn't know you truly as well as I would have liked, but your time here was an example. You had no fear when you came here. Overwhelmed you came for the woman you loved, and in the end tried to save both women you loved. In my heart of hearts I wish we all could have done more. You had a strength that I wish I had and one day hope to attain. You lived and loved as you saw fit, you played music that stirred the soul and came from your heart. I won't forget you, and I will make sure Lydia comes to see you. I miss ya and wish we had more time. I miss ya, Lumage and somehow, I will do what is right. You saved me, I never told you...You saved me from going down a path I never might have made it back from. You told me how special she was, and I knew it was true. Your love for her, saved not only her, but myself as well. You are a true hero in every sense of the word, even if your actions weren't noted by many, they were noted by me. Thank you."

Brian knelt to the grave, and smiled faintly. He cried himself out of tears the night Charlotte left him, but for his friend, he managed a few. He wiped them away and walked. It was time to find Lydia and let her know. Then it was time to do right.

Shauri

Date: 2006-08-05 11:28 EST
It had been a day of woes that previous morning when she'd walked into the Red Dragon Inn. Sha'uri, being of a psychic nature, could sense something on the wind even before she'd made her presence known there. She'd sensed it, could smell it and taste it like some bitter food soured and tainted by metal. It tasted of blood.

It put her on a wary edge that morning and she'd even mistaken a somewhat tense situation between some of the patrons for a fight that was about to ensue. It was not, but she'd interrupted them to give them fair warning that if their cordialness didn't hold out, she was in no mood to put up with the fights. She would most definitely interfere and cautioned the dark lord to be careful. How embarrassing for her, turning out that it was just a little strained debate. Still, she had that feeling that something bad would happen that day. And it did.

Something must've been in the air, some curse unknown or perhaps the flux in the nexus twisting everyone's course for the strained debates that seemed to run rampant through the whole place when the murder had occurred. Sha'uri had been sitting there trying to enjoy those delicious cinnamon bun buns and aromatic coffee, trying to rid her recent memory of the other strained debate, when suddenly things turned real bad. It was slow at first, like a wave of woe that slowly approached but gained momentum as it hit the Red Dragon Inn ....

First, Caplin had fallen earlier from the rafters, injured himself as he hit the bar counter, bounced off of Rosie and landed on the floor. He was quick to leave, so Sha'uri never had time to heal him. She did clean up the blood and should've seen the first omen left therein.

A little later, while She and Stratos talked, she sensed something strained about Rosie and Brian's conversation, though had no clue what they were talking about. She did overhear Brian's words and should've sensed omen number two.

"It's alright, you felt it too...We knew this was coming."

She didn't and before she knew it, the conversation she sensed of others began to be strained in that odd way......and then her own conversation with Stratos and Therin started to turn into something sour and strained between the two men. Omen three.

At about the same moments she was trying to run interference and shift the subject on that conversation, it turned more strained in a different conversation between several others and the fight quickly ensued behind her on the other side of the room at a booth. She smelt blood and thought she missed some of caplin's blood.

It was too late when she turned around and saw the real reason. It was too late when Stratos moved out into the fray to help. It was too late for several who moved to aid the fallen bard or stop the murderer from leaving.

She was too late when she didn't think about anything, just blinked her location across the room to the fallen bard, a man she did not know. It was too late when she placed her hand to his mortally wounded stomach and tried to psionically heal and close the wound.

It wasn't too late to see his soul lift up from the shell of his body as it slumped in her arms. She tried to coax the soul back, but he was too torn, too hurt and destroyed from the obvious betrayal and she knew he wasn't coming back. She knew there would be very little chance of his resurrection against a soul so unwilling to live. It drew tears to her eyes to know this, to watch a soul leave in such a way. She would never tell another how tormented he was, though she understood it, could relate to it ....far too intimately.

As Stratos was beside her, arm around her shoulders, she sensed the terrible flux in the nexus, that odd wave from the vortex stretching out to wash over and wash everything out. Quickly doing what she could, she was then swiftly pulled away from the Inn and didn't come to consciousness until many hours later....in some abandoned farm no less still wearing her battle gear. She never went home but spent the remainder of the night walking around until she stumbled back into town to hear the rumors that morning.

Sha'uri had her reason for seeking out this one's grave. She didn't know his name until she overheard a few people along the streets speaking about the bard, Gwydion, and heard the rumors of the lovers spats causing the whole thing. There were many versions and she ignored most of it, knowing how one thing said at the front of a line was totally different at the end of it. To believe it all as they spoke it was relying on a mass of jumbled prospectives, and thAt was ludicrous and unjust in any endeavor.

The flower shop was open and she purchased several plants, then made her way to the cemetery.

She didn't have to read the headstone to know it was his grave, having spied Brian and the other at the sight. Not personally knowing Brian, though she'd heard his name spoken on several occasions in the Inn, she knew of him. So, she stepped to the shadows offered by the morning light cast upon a tree and hid therein to watch Brian from a distance of some considerable length and overheard his words to the fallen one. She would not disturb him during this last thing, this labor of love for a friend. So she waited until he and the other were gone before stepping out to pay her respects.

The gravestone said it all as she finally made her way there with several potted day lilies floating near the ground behind her. She knelt down by the stone and planted the lilies along the back of it, some yellow and orange colors to brighten it. They would grow to rise up and frame the back side of the stone with a lightness he probably deserved to have had, even though she didn't know him. His death, however, only strengthened her resolve to dO something she had only thought about and spoke about in contemplation.

"I hope you look down from the heavens and realize how one life can touch another no matter how much or little that contact can be. You have given me resolve to push on with what I know is right....with what I know I should at least try no matter what the outcome may be. Peace be with your soul, Gwydion."

As she knelt beside the grave, a prayer was said to give comfort to his soul and peace within his after life. Then she rose and left the cemetary, heading for the Red Dragon Inn...

Katarina DeGlause

Date: 2006-08-06 05:50 EST
She gave an uneasy look around as she wandered through the graves. She heard he was dead, but even she had trouble believing it....Gwydion was annoying, and people like that don't die. They live, they breed, they fill the world with more of their kind so the cycle never ends.

But there it was. Right there in front of her.

Gwydion Tangel's grave.

She shifted uncomfortably as she heard her cousin approaching from behind.

"Did you find anything Katarina?"

Oh geeze...she couldn't really lie to her..but..this was definately not the news she wanted to deliver. She turned to face her cousin, her voice soft as she spoke.

"He's here Lydia..."

Lydia Loran

Date: 2006-08-06 06:18 EST
It took every bit of willpower she had not to buckle at those words, instead, she simply nodded.

"Leave us?"

Katarina didn't even object, she could hear her cousin leaving...to give her some privacy. Stiff, slow, careful steps brought her to Gwydion's grave before knees finally gave out and she crashed down on them. Finger tips ran over the words engraved on the stone as her eyes became misty with tears. Her voice barely a whisper as she spoke.

"I'm so sorry....Gwydion....I truly am..."

Arms embraced the stone as a cheek touched cold marble. And finally"

She wept.

Theron

Date: 2006-09-01 05:24 EST
The night was a lonely thing in the graveyard.

Theron had not visited this gravesite, his pain still too fresh at the time and he could not handle it. He stood there, looking at his faliure. It was still fresh in his mind, the events that took place, and his power, for all the power he had it was all useless.

"Hey man, I didn't know you I only know your name because of the headstone. Yet I failed you. The Girl it wasnt her fault you know. It was all mine. I was more powerful. I should have done more I should have tried harder, I should have done something. I.."

He broke it off there. He blamed himself for Gwydion's Death. How could he face his friends that depended on him, how could he face himself everyday.

He hadnt healed anybody since the night Rosie lost her child in the events that night in the Alley. And again he failed. "Story of my life isnt it?," He asked himself in an almost trembling voice.

"Now the darkness followed me here to Rhydin. How many more are to die because I cant save them, How many more are going to suffer..Brian..Des...Even Ty, How I dislike that dragon so, but I dont wish to see him die you know." He sighed and waved his hands over the headstone. "For you a testament to your life and how well you did live I grant you an eternal emerald flame, it is the least I can do, Im sorry I didnt visit sooner, but the darkness followed me here and I cannot allow this to happen again."

From the Top of the head stone a emerald green flame came out, its flames were not hot however, and the flames made music instead of the the normal crackle of flames, Theron didnt know what else to do for the fallen one, with the eternal flame set in motion, he decided to depart, in a similar green flame fashion, he was gone. The only evidence he was there was that emerald flame that would remain there for the rest of time.