READ FIRST (http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/showthread.php?t=14890&p=401249#post401249) Outside the tent, penetrating the fabric came the sounds of twisting metal, of crashing trees and of new technology that has begun to ravage the land. The man, like everyone else, just did nothing and accepted the changing of the world. The world had changed many times in his lifetime and still they all persevered and survived, why should this be any different? The man was old, getting on in ears, each day he prayed to be revealed of this life as his bones had grown weary and frail. His body slow and damaged, yet he did not die. His one good eye peered over the tent, over his possessions He made his way to the small round chalice that sat in the middle of the table at the center of the room and began to chant in an old elvish tongue that not many knew to speak. The water in the chalice twirled and spun faster and faster with every word, "Release me from this life," he whispered soft. The water settled and he waited as he had done before, waiting for the sign. Slowly an image began to fill the chalice of a group of travelers headed his way. His mouth cracked with a smile, "Finally,"