Elusive DaykinDeath recorded 1114
Group: Crows of Albion
Position: Ritualist, The Crows of Albion
Poisoned in Sunset ritual circle
Rest well my son, my friend, the day to my night.
Your loss shakes me, leave me unable to be whole ever again. You saved me, your quick thinking and dying words haunt me. They ring in my ears over and over as I feel the guilt at knowing your dying thoughts were of making sure I lived. How can I ever repay you for that?
I never can.
Rest well. May the demons you listened to, now listen to you.
Elusive. That name suited you so much for at times you did indeed seem to be just that. I did not know you that well before you went travelling. On your return, I was beginning to make your acquaintance more closely when you were taken from us all too soon.
I recall seeing you around camp before your travels and your sheer quietness and presence itself was sometimes overwhelming. You were someone whom I respected from afar watching as you would talk with Cap’n Magdellon Ironhoof and Artemis about rituals. A formidable team indeed.
I wished I could have told you this. You, Elusive Daykin, a ritualist, were a credit to The Crows of Albion and to your mentors, Artemis and Cap’n. The items you so skilfully crafted are now held within our treasury and we will remember you when we use them.
I knew so little about you my friend that I do not know what words to put here other than I wish we had had longer together to get to know you better. I feel perhaps a more eloquent memorial would be offered by Artemis who knew you so much more. Erdreja is indeed less fabulous without your presence, and wardrobe, to grace its shores.