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Submitted: 17 November 1997 Lastelight The last spark of light shall come from Jerrete Lastelight, master of fires of heart Elothean blood spilled in honour of Your heritage your passions ceased Jerrete Lastelight, holder of my fascinations Your charm brought smiles in our eyes Your wonder lost to stars Jerrete Lastelight, wielder of justice you sang to us as an Angel on mortal's wings Your power lost to storms Jerrete Lastelight, guardian of our home Death is lonely in fields afar from us Your spark of hope never died . . . Prediction/song by a lost bardess before his time Jerrete Lastelight was one of the last I met that embodied the Ways Of Lanival. A Warrior mage by profession, but paladin at heart, this young elothean grew up in Therengia in the home of some lost and forgotten clan. His golden brown hair and ruddy red cloak gave me the impression that he was of the sun's set. He glowed with a smile (he was also one of the rarest elotheans I've seen, he had a long brownish-blonde mustache, and a thick one at that). This young man's passions were put to rest one day though . . . He was abondoned by his peers in the fields. He held off the onslaught of foes as valiantly as he could, right to the end and beyond. He died alone, his last breath drawn as the sun finaly set. |