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From The Jackals To The Shepherds 16: Four of Diamonds
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Mild CW for non-graphic character death
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Battlebards Tracks used:
Elven Dirge – Farewell – Score Music – Philippe Payet
Elven Dirge – The Passing Of The Elves – Score Music – Mark Stothard
Transcription:
For a long time, we were at war with The Jackals. But now, we’ve driven them off, and we have this – a year of relative peace. In this moment, there is an opportunity to build something.
A week has passed.
It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there. Hear me out for I too am concerned and every man who wants to die at peace in his bed besides.
Clovis rises early as usual and prepares to begin his day. His heart stirs and falters, as he sits in his bed next to his husband, and can no longer hear Figueroa’s labored breathing. Death came quietly in the night for the old man.
As the brave and strong among us finish our drills and prepare to explore into the exposed root cave, Clovis puts them to pause as he walks to the center of the town carrying Figueroa’s light frame. The old man weeps for a considerable time and we as a community mourn with him. We prepare a funeral, placing Figueroa’s body on a wooden gurney, and wreathing it with flowers from our personal gardens. With Clovis in the lead, we carry the gurney to the river.
We set Figueroa down near the bank of the river and as the summer light streams through the thin leaves it sparkles on our tears. Clovis walks a few paces into the water and pulls the floating gurney to him. The cold running water soothes his arthritis as he grips the gurney, and he speaks, half to us gathered at the riverbank, and half to Figueroa’s still face. As Clovis gives his eulogy, our flowers light upon the water’s surface, begin to trail downstream.
“We lived long together, a life filled, if you will, with flowers. Today I’m filled with the fading memory of those flowers that we both loved. There is something, something urgent I have to say to you and you alone but it must wait while I drink in the joy of your approach, perhaps for the last time. And so with fear in my heart I drag it out and keep on talking for I dare not stop.
I have learned much in my life from books, and out of them about love. Death is not the end of it. It has been for you and me as one who watches a storm come in over the water. We have stood from year to year before the spectacle of our lives with joined hands. It is the mind, the mind, that must be cured short of death’s intervention, and the will becomes again a garden.
It was the love of love, the love that swallows up all else, a grateful love, a love of nature, of people, of animals, a love engendering gentleness and goodness that moved me and that I saw in you.
We are assembled here today to pay final respects to our honored dead. And yet it should be noted that in the midst of our sorrow, this death takes place in the shadow of new life in our new home in these woods. Of my friend, I can only say this: of all the souls I have encountered in my travels, his was the most… human.”
We begin a sorrowful project. We prepare to spend three weeks putting aside a plot of land to memorialize Gerrard, Jules, and now Clovis. We can not know yet how much use we will make of this plot in the coming months, but we will soon find out.
And a week passes.
Thank you for joining us for the sixteenth episode of From The Jackals To The Shepherds. If you like this show please give us a rating on iTunes, tell a friend, or share us on social media. As always the intro for the show was read by Dave Lapru, who is also our mapkeeper. You can find Dave on twitter at plantbird, and I’m at leviathan files. The voice of Clovis was James Malloy who is At and the meltdowns on twitter. You can find James on the Stop Hack and Roll podcast. Please consider visiting our website at Riverhouse Games dot com, or supporting this show and other Riverhouse Games work on Patreon at patreon dot com slash Riverhouse Games. Music for this episode was provided by Battlebards dot com. Until next week, I hope your week goes well.
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