Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20151106072046/@comment-26184570-20151106145416

Galad is there, hysterically wailing. Anahera is standing strong, trying to comfort him, but to little avail. Galad walks forward, still crying like a 5 year old who didn't get enough Haloween candy. He takes out a shimmering blue crystal carved with intricate, beautiful designs that are Tauredain, Limwaith, Haradic, Elven and Far Easterling. He then places it on Glosur. Galad just put a peice of his soul to rest with Glosur. He then shoots out a blast from Taurau, hitting the ceiling. At that moment, it becomes enchanted to reflect the cosmos. Beautiful stars, the never ending dark reaches, countless civilizations. Galad then makes a speach whilst still crying: "Farewell, lord of the depths. Farewell, oh honorable one. Farewell to the hero, the friend, the king, the warrior, a great man!.......A great man that I will never see again....." At that moment, Galad starts crying even harder, and he has to go back down, less he drown Glosur's body. Then, through it all, a shout from hundreds of voices is heard: Roa Ora Te Rangatira!" The Soldiers of Ka'ax Toliath then perform a huge Haka, in remembrance of the king.