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.
when death takes us all;
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Posted on February 7, 2012 at 11:32:24 AM by ANARCHIST;
Goodbye, my almost friend. I wish things had turned out differently. You were one of the few I wished I had gotten to know better. I really did try with the Falls, I wanted it back as much as you though I don't think either of us understood that. Also, I did try to look after Pevensie while you were captive. But I was never really that good of a mother figure. - Anarchist
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