Dorian Blackstone
Hidden behind a mask:
O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!
Sondern laßt uns angenehmere anstimmen
Und freudenvollere!

Beyond the mask he found wonders thought lost for ever.

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

He made the hard choices no one else would

Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

Against all Odds, numerous victories

Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen
Durch des Himmels prächt’gen Plan,
Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,
Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.

Yet in the end he paid the price for choices made

Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen?
Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt?
Such’ ihn über’m Sternenzelt!
Über Sternen muß er wohnen.

And with a smile his song ends, never forgotten
But sung by those who remember him with Joy.

Mirna Platvoet
“I knew a Kender who knew what the connoisseur knew he could do”
From finding a shard of Sunreaver and “forgetting” it because of popsicles,
legendary accuracy, being the midwife at the birth of Mach’s first born son,
explaining the world to those who thought they knew better to wanting to cuddle the Revenant,
Mirna’s life, though shorter than it should have been, was full of life.
She did what she could and did what came to her naturally until “Gramschap” strung her up and extinguished a bright light to make the world a darker place.
Sleep tight in your last dream.


Sigmund
Living for the light, for which was right.
One man of the people who stood for his people.
Like the old Tellurian poem, he was faithful until death.
“Ein Kurs ein Weg Und ein Licht das alle trägt Sei stark halt Stand Wir stehn’ geschlossen Hand in Hand Wir sind uns treu bis in den Tod Auf hoher See in tiefster. Not Wir sind uns treu bis in den Tod Bis das Dunkel kommt und uns alle holt Wir sind uns treu Bis in den Tod”

Rowan
Composed of many different gears and springs, a clock is always the sum of its parts and every thing has a beginning a rise and a fall. So too did Rowan fall… Up up up fro the darkness of his homelands to the heights of the Sun where he reached for the stars, wielding a beam sunlight he was A champion of Light, vanquisher of oppression and despair. But the Clock ticks and the Bell tolls for Champion and common man alike. And so the Sun set… Lost, but never forgotten …Wrath… Retribution… For my Wielder, by my Wielder
-Sunreaver-

Virgil with an F
Hundred and fourtythree years old, strayed, lost, dazed.
Virgil with an F, he wasn’t a part of Protos, this was his awareness.
He did his best, to adept his software.
But alas, he belonged to a total different level.
A shining image in the dark, unfortunately AI was his bum.
He made friends, but alienated himself.
From green forests to the high vault.
Telluria seemed somewhat as home, but he was mistaken.
Finally he had found a small piece of integration in a totem.
He would help the being grow, from his heart, his sole.
It was his fate to die, far from friends and the internet, now it is the Winged Ones, for the next move.

Ryu
From the Path forcefully taken, his feet never did stray.
True to his heart and path never knowing where the awakened to his last day.
A peacfull Orchrims life, a heroes amount of hurt.
Now his path ended where it began in the bossom of the hallowed Earth

Svirnir
A single flake from storm of snow landed in the pond that is the world.
Yet the smallest flake can make the largest ripples.
From drone-like murderer to a frozen hero of his people.
Name hold no value, but deeds do.
Though he melted the Storm will remember…
And will come once more if the season remembers

Dûrain
Skeggǫld! Skálmǫld! Skildir ro Klofnir! A weapon.
Born of Steel and forged in Fire to be a weapon.
Strong and hard as the Rocks form wence we came.
Shattered but unbent and unbroken.
The Weapon came and wounded before Fire took it back into the embracing Earth as a sheath…
Untill it will be drawn once more, different in shape, varied in form but the same in purpose!
A weapon

Siduar
The light surrounds us, love enfolds us, The power of Light protects us,
The presence of God watches over us, Wherever we are, the Light is,
And where Light is, all is well.
He died as he lived, a true servant of the Light

Robertus Luxhouser
Death in service to the Emperor is its own reward. Life in failure to Him is its own condemnation. When it was over, when the blood had dried and the fires had died down, then we found we were the same as we had always been – small and terrified human beings, with only the light of the Emperor to see by in this dark galaxy of sin.
Some place their trust in warships, and some in weapons of destruction. But we remember the divine Emperor. They are brought down and fallen; but we are risen and victorious.

Dran-Kalas Dronos
Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.
Train yourself to let go of what you fear to loose.
Be one with the the Force, may the Force be with you

Neru
Son of Murtamos!
“On on the path chopping up bodies, hacking and slicing and look at me now!
With loyal friends joining my party, ech step i take i’m fullfilling my vow!
Crush your enemies
Chorus: CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES!
See them driven before you
Chorus: SEE THEM DRIVEN BEFORE YOU! and
Hear the lamentation of the women!
Chorus: HEAR THE LAMENTATION OF THE WOMEN!!!
All together: HEAR THE LAMENTATION OF THE WOMEN!!!”

Quiet Nelis
He was a man who was forced to not speak, and he let his work do the talking for him. As a quiet man he knew how to leave this world with a BANG!!
Frying pan 0
Princess of Ice and Darkness 1
…But what a way to go!!

Zarosh & Christine
What is a life worth?
What is one life in the spectrum of destiny and the plan of the Universe?
Life is a gift, a gift which is gotten freely, and was given freely.
Two lifes first apart from each other, grew near, and became one in the gift they gave. Now they are free, free to be together forever.
May they who got the gift, stay worthy of their gift.

Egil the Bloodthirsty
Lo there do I see my father;
Lo there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers;
Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call me, they bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever!

Landun
Shadows…
Born in darkness and shadows…
Shadows in the deep…
a golden hand stretched out, an elevation out of the shadows.
The deep has it’s secrets…
A trap and a walk through death and decay, searching for answers of secrets of the Deep…
…and the Deep KEEPS them…
Nelziel keep and hold the shattered pieces of your Soul.

Rat
Pitterpatter the Rats pouch needed to be fatter!
Gawking at a piece of shiny, with glee he shook his hiney
But whitin the Claw it was death and not Shiny he saw.
Pitterpatter the Rat went splatter.

Gregori
Born alone on a dark sad world, he climbed to the light, so close he could almost touch it.
Through battles of war he fought… but at the end, at his last breath, his being together was too much, and he died alone.

Thur’Kull
As a true son of Murtamos, Thur’Kull lived free and fierce.
Hords fell underneath his sharp blade, without fear he stood his ground.
At the end he stood as a true son of Murtamos, and mad the decision, rather dead than red! Drowned in a sea of blood, he was burried underneath a pile of bodies of his enemy.

Margok del Insi
Between the lamp post and drive in of a flower store, was a boiling snowball trying to warm itself to a beautifull summer snowstorm, and she wandered through a full emptiness of something. Until she found what she was looking for, and decided she was home.
“Chaos reigned within. Distorted sanity’s twin. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Have a seat at Seth’s foot. Though I may die, disorder shall return. Take your seat and let’s watch the world burn.”

Gwen
Livings and Flyings! Such a pretty Flower!
Then the mommy got sick and the world shook and nearly broke-ded.
Some one had to BE the flower, the present to make mommy into the new Daddy.
The pretty flower had to be picked to become part of new Daddys dream.
Sweet dreams, Pretty Flower

Pig
Well mannered he walked the world. In footsteps of a legend, he followed “rabbit” into a deep and dark hol, where he had the choice to bend or break… Pig held his head up high, and did not bow before darkness, proudly he saw his ending. Broken, but not bend.

Dragon
He put his steps into a dance with death, the dance of Dragon. Rarely did someone look death in the eyes for so many times, and rarely did someone smiled at death without being caught. The sun withstood, and the moon worshipped, he fell down within the Grey. With his task unfulfilled he died, but his legacy survived. Just like his dance, until now…

Nuhk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FucKTaHxhT0
I follow my king

Casandra Tiagoras
A brave and special lady.
Her knitting posessed sepcial powers.
The future was short, but her influences still live on.

Daxalarnas
Suddenly he was amidst us, and he saw a lot.
Learned us a lot, he was a pioneer with his thoughts and actions.
And as he suddenly appeared, he also disappeared with a bang from everybody’s life.
Big Bada Boom

Tahn Dulazuun
This brave Duerghar died way too early.
He fought for his home, and tried to help wherever he could.
At the end he died by a great evil.
But his kindness lives on in everyone who had love him.