Ria Sevaria of Goshawk

Deadlands of Old

Deadlands of Old

Baron
She was the last of her people
Of Wild Eyes
And ancient blood
She was born of the earth
And a Childe of the forest
And called by the Great Mother
Guardian of her storm sky
But to us...
She was all
Tell me she was never
Your friend?
Or sister?
Or trusted most?
She would call your lie
She was first to be rough
When rough was needed
And kind of the greatest kind
With your pain hers
With sword for you
Her blood entwined
On the earth
With yours
Her laugh did fill with yours
Washing with golden water
Over the horror and sorrow
of our lives
She was with a deadly mind
A warm heart and touch
And forgiving tears
She was

But no longer

Into forever

My love...

H.
 
Goodbye Beloved Shield Sister,

May Death welcome you with clear skies, sharp winds, and shaded trees.
May your bare feet touch the warm green earth of the Elder Wood.
May your knife bring the blood of every fat stag therein.
May you feast under starry skies and crescent moons for all eternity.

Rest, daughter of Goshawk -rest and rejoin your people. You have earned it ten-thousand-fold.
- Cpt. Zehnyu Shanshi
 
In Memory of the fallen:

"Village Lanterne"

Don't shed a tear for me
I stand alone
This path of destiny
Is all my own
Once in the hands of fate
There is no choice
An echo on the wind
You'll hear my voice...

Some choose to fall behind
Some choose to lead
Some choose a golden path
Laden with greed
But it's the noble heart
That makes you strong
And in that heart, I'm with you all along...

The olde village lanterne
Is calling me onward
Leading wherever I roam
The olde village lanterne
A light in the dark
Bringing me closer to home...

So when you think of me
Do so with pride
Honor and bravery
Ruled by my side
And in your memory
I will remain
I will forever be within the flame...

Now at the journey's end
We've traveled far
And all we have to show
Are battle scars
But in the love we shared
We will transcend
And in that love, our journey never ends...


The Tavern Lantern stays burning
 
She told us not to blame ourselves. I can't help but feel like I should a done more. I should have been at her side. Sevaria named me a wastwalker and presented me wit' my belt after I swore my oath to Maya. She was my Ria. But before that she was my ally, my friend, my family. She was a Hunter. Our family has been wronged. THAT will not stand.

I should have done more Sev, but I have not failed you unless I do not avenge you. My neck shall be the last touched by Necali's fangs but at dat point they gonna be removed from his skull and put on a chain.

-Ona
 
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When shall we gather to remember our fallen friend?

T
 
On the night of October 10th, around midnight, please bring a candle to hold and share a memory with us to say good bye to our beloved, Sevaria of Goshawk.

Heresy of Goshawk
 
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