Sta.sh
Somewhere out there, in the distant worlds of Eberron, Faerun, Aber-Toril and countless other lands that lay just a hairsbreadth askew of our own, every celestial and infernal, gnome and troll, elf and dwarf, human and orc, and yes, even the noble Dragons themselves...
All of them stopped their battles, their struggles, and fell quiet. Some stood gazing skyward in muted awe, others falling to their knees and bowing their heads in prayerful tears...
Though none of them knew why they did, all of them, from the smallest kobold to the mighty Tarrasque, stopped in a moment of silence, for they knew that somewhere, somehow, a Greatness passed from the realms of the living into the stillness of the dead.
And nothing any of them could do, could restore that Greatness to them. All they knew was that the memory remained, and that was enough to ensure that Greatness could never truly perish.
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Still, with or without the nerdiness, it's a nice piece. It would make a very good animated short video to the sound of someone reading it aloud, with the images, of course, being that which is represented here.
*Salute*
You really did capture the feel of his passing here. Especially in the last paragraph. TT_TT
He shall be remembered for all eternity. May he roll many a natural twenty and kill many orcs.