The Beach
The smell of death is heavy here, and the sky overhead is nearly always grey. The gods weep for those souls no longer living, and the iron gray waves sweep away the bodies of the fallen to the deep. The sand here is bone white - for good reason - and each step along the shore is made on the backs of thousands of horses before you.
This is not a place to put characters on hold. This is a place to die. Once they are gone here, they're gone forever. This is an In Character Board, not an Out of Character board where you just tell what characters are here and which are gone.
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Posted on July 14, 2011 at 05:32:28 AM by Emarat
Throughout his life, Emarat remembered each of the children born to his herd; he remembered watching their young faces change, watching them mold as they learned the unpleasantries of life. Some grew into nothing but baby machines, and others rose to become known throughout Beqanna. He remembered Khalida very clearly, his only child born of Night. She had been one of his highly favored mares, though he had many, and had impregnated many more that he would never know. Even as a youth, he had suspected that Khalida would grow to be exceptional. Emarat never learned of her disease, and he didn't live to see her succeed in life. But had he lived to grow old, he would, no doubt, have found pride in Khalida's accomplishments. And, in typical Emarat fashion, he would have been more than happy to take credit for them all. In his way, he would honor her, even in death.
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