The news of Gikka's passing due to old age filters its way to Wraithvine. The immortal dragon healer, in hir guise as a gnome, placed a gentle hand on Wraithvine's. "Never gone as long as she is remembered, and I'm not leaving your side any time soon, my friend. For I live as long as you." -- Anon Guest
Wraithvine hated goodbyes. Ze had had far too many of them in hir time if service. Outliving enemies and allies alike could easily make immortality a depressing slide into darkness. It could rot the soul if one wasn't very careful.
Bibrid had almost fallen into that pit. Then he met an Elven Wizard and a Kobold thief, and learned to love the world all over again.
Who could have thought, at the beginning of the world, that an Elf and a Dragon could walk side by side as friends? Not Bibrid. Not any of the Dragons who started the first of the Xenophobia Wars.Thousands upon thousands of years had passed between those early days and now. Thousands more may yet pass before either of them met their eternal rest.
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