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Night falls on the ruins of Cerulean Keep. A single figure traveling through with a seemingly single purpose. He walked through what was left of the front gates. Walking past decaying door splinters. He moved with purpose. Knowing where he was going as though he knew this place. AethulWulf walked into the courtyard and looked to the night sky. His simple Rune carved staff in hand. An ear twitched and moved in the direction of a chiming sound. Like wind chimes. He sighs deeply. Looks down and shakes his head. remembering. "Was it really worth it?" He thinks to himself. But he knows it was. He moves on. Now at the center of the courtyard and looking up to what was left of a balcony. Where the chiming is coming from. A shimmer now visible there as well. He begins to make his way up the steps that lead up into the destroyed ledge. the chiming getting slightly louder as he grows closer. As he walks, his sleeveless coat billows out slightly, the chill of the night touches and brushes against his grey, black, and midnight blue fur. He strokes his beard around his muzzle in reflex as the Runes marked into his fur glows softly in a wave as he grows closer to the ledge and continues to climb. They were reacting to the magic of the place. But also to the event. As he finally reaches the top of the steps, he stares at whats left. The destruction left behind. Small crystals float midair at the center of what looks like an explosion frozen in time. No fire, only the small shards and some debris. And the chimes. He can hear them clearly now. All coming from these crystals. He walked up to the very edge. Now in the center of what seems like stars from the night sky itself, brought down from the heavens and frozen in time. A single tear begins to fall down his face as he sets his staff down and begins to casts the runes down. As he does so, they simply float in mid air, as though enthralled by the magic of this place. AethulWulf continues. So many spirits need to be laid to rest. Unsung heroes never spoken for or remembered. But he will, tonight, they will be laid to rest. Including the love of his life. Who is no more...He gave his life to end the battle. AethulWulf begins the chant, placing the runes in the proper sequence among the crystals in mid air. The air begins to grow colder and a breeze begins to form. "They know I'm here" he thinks. He continues the chant. Finishing it. The Rune Stones suddenly falling into his hands as an arcane pattern forms on the ledge beneath his paws. Spirits suddenly rush upwards and into the heavens. Into the moonlight and towards the moon itself. He can feel there joy and release. It brings a tear to his eye. Then in one final rush, he sees him. A face that he knows all too well, and for the briefest of moments time stops. The chimes continue, everything stops. Othis's ghostly face and torso stops in front of AethulWulf. "Live....." and with that and a kiss that fades as suddenly as it came. Time starts again. The rush of magical energies and Spirits heading into the heavens to find there own individual peace. grasping his staff as though to brace himself, The rush ends. He finishing the blessing. Now this place is sacred ground. And those who died here will forever be remembered. AethulWulf stands at the ledge for a moment. Suddenly feeling the tears falling down his face. He composes himself. "Live" Hard to imagine when you lose a pack mate like that. He glances and stares at the crystals shards still floating mid air. One shard in particular seems to call out to him, glows the color of soft moonlight and falls into his hands. He grasps it and holds it close. He howls into the night sky, a heart felt howl that can be heard for miles. A single figure, leaving the old ruins of Cerulean Keep. Walking through the night. Staff in hand, the chill of the night on his fur as he walks coat open. "Your deaths will not be in vain. You'll always be remembered....."He walks fortified now by the blessing of the Spirits he put to rest. Renewed strength for the journey ahead of him. His new life. "......Rest in peace my friend..."