C.A.R.P.S.

*Early in the morning while the air is still crisp and a grey fog covers the ground Sylas emerges from cell #2 and walks outside silently. He is seen walking to and from some of the rough wilderness to gather wood. Ignoring the comings and goings of the Avyana he continues to gather wood and silently builds a funeral Pyre*

*Aroura watches Sylas and joins him in collecting wood for the Pyre*
*remaining silent while gathering*

*steping from the shadows of the tree Divin starts to collect wood as well*

*amidst crashing and scraping Torvach emerges from the woods carrying almost an entire dead tree, his wolf pups at his side. Walking over to the building pyre he carefully breaks the tree up and places it upon the stack of wood*

*to no one in particular* This one has to be big.

I asure you, the like of these flames will not be seen for a very long time

*as the pyre is getting near to complete Sylas teleports away*

The trees above begin swaying, though there is no wind. the swaying rapidly increases to shaking, like wet dogs, sending a cascade of loose branches to the ground. Wood Elves emerge from the gloomy forest, a host of woodland creatures in their wake. Moose, deer, and elk carry bundles of branches upon their antlers. Squirrels, chipmonks, mice, birds, and other small creatures fly or scamper up and down the pire, distributing the wood.

Elf, creature, and adventurer work to build the memorial mountain and clear the land far around it of leaf and kindling.

*Solari is amongst the wood elves and helps gather deadfall and leaves. Once the pyre is nearly complete he begins to thank the wood elves in wood elven and some of the animals. He takes up a spot around the pyre and casts a spell and fire grows in his hands. He holds the fire and quietly waits until everyone is ready*

*aroura says thanks to the woodelves who helped in woodelven then moves back from the pyre*

*to no one* this will certainly not be forgotten.

*Sylas teleports in carrying two large wooden crates.*
*momentarily suprised*

"Arent you forgeting something?"

.....

*setting the crates down, Sylas walks into the Inn and the door to cell #2 can be heard clanking open. Shortly there after Sylas comes out of the Inn carrying the funeral wrapped body of Bombour.

Carefully setting him on top the massive Pyre, Sylas turns to the crates he had brought with him. Breaking the first open and removing a bottle he tosses one to each person present. Cracking open the first bottle the smell of strong Dwarven Ale permeates the area*

"Start pouring"

*Sylas begins walking around the Pyre liberally dousing it with the alcoholic beverage*

"This is my last shipment of 'Fire Dwarf Ale', I was planning on sharring it with bombour"

*When the last of the bottles has been distributed he picks up the second case and carries it inside placing it behind the bar, then returning*

*walks over to stand near Solari and Twilight*

If anyone wants to help light the fires that will ensure our beloved friend will rest for all time cast your spells or light your torches.

*Solari waits for those doing so to finish*

We your loved ones commit the body of Bombour Stoutbringer back to the earth... to the end of the cycle... to forever live on in memory and tales of those that have both known you and been inspired by your deeds. May your essence find the peaceful rest it so deserves. As peaceful as a Dwarfs rest can be, keep the ale flowing for all your fellows on that side my dear friend.

*Solari looks first to Twilight and Sylas and then everyone else to see if they have anything they wish to say*

*Aroura casts a fire spell and waits till everyone is ready*

Bombour we wish you well with your new adventures with your fathers before you. You will be remember well here.

*waits for time to light*