Thoughts of a Damned Soul
Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 1:59 am
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Sitting at the campsite overlooking the cliffs outside of Candlekeep, Phillip pours himself some more rum. Speaking to himself,
"Well looks like we're out of rum old friend."
He sighs and stands up taking a few steps toward the cliff.
"I guess it was fun while it lasted. Here's to you Emrys, you never shied from helping me finish a good bottle of rum!"
He raises his glass, and downs it. He raises the bottle to pour himself another glass, yet he stops. Instead he pours what remains of it over the edge and lets go of the bottle; watching as it crashes into the rocks below.
Taking off his hat and holding it to his breast for a moment he closes his eyes.
"I guess it was fun while it lasted..."
As he turns around he lets go of his hat. It drifts on the wind, slowly fading out of view, eventually reaching the water to be consumed by the waves. A final tribute to a fallen friend.