Last night, Pfanston approached and delivered some sad news. The player of Enstine passed away. For those who have played in Ilithi, Enstine was a fixture here long before many others. His gentle nature and tender demeanor will be missed by those who knew him. He had not been well for a long time, still his passing filled many eyes with tears and placed a hole in several hearts.
A prayer to you my friend, may you rest well...
The harvest has ended, and the fields are bare.
The earth has grown cold, and the land is empty.
The gods of the death are lingering over us,
keeping a watchful eye upon the living.
They wait, patiently, for eternity is theirs.
Candi
Just go back in the house,
Pour another cup of coffee,
And stay there!
It probably isn't going to be a good day....
