Title (as how you would like it written on your tombstone): Branchmother, of the Emerald Dream
Testament: A will directed towards all, found inside a neatly sealed envelope.
How long has the character lived prior to death?: 68 years
I suppose you will recive this when I'm either dead, or when someone decides to rummage through my house. Which they better not.
If it is the case that I'm dead, then I'm guessing I didn't have time, or the option to say these last few wishes.
First of all. I'd like to apologize, both because I probably died without saying a pun. .. It's weird writing this as If I died already. But, It's better than just leaving it in the air.
Okay so..I'd like to apologize, If I don't get the chance to, because I know how my pride can get. I'm sorry Elisera, I've always been rather harsh, towards you and Henmi as well.
It was never my intention to come across as hating you, but if you could have hated me I thought, then you'd avoid going onto missions I took part in as well, sort of keeping you safe in a way.
And then the others, I was different after our aspect perished, I know. However no matter how I act..or well have acted, know that you were important, and I would do anything to save your lives.
Hey, tell me, can bronze dragons still see the future? If so..How do I die even? Was I usefull?
Anyway, there's a bit too much to say and I don't want to be a complete sap, I don't want the memory of me to be painfull, or filled with hate. Yet I also do not wish to be forgotten.
To get to the most important parts,
My house, I wish to gift it to someone who had been like a parent to me all those years back, who set me on a path and pushed me into the dream. Quite literaly, threw me into the gateway.
With an offering of apology I suppose, I'm sorry Akyre, guess I wasn't able to help much regarding your own flight, where as you helped me so much with that one..emh..throw.
P.S. please dont throw anyone into portals or gateways anymore, I landed on my face back then and I still remember it.
To Elisera, I want her to have all of my book collections. They can teach her to heal better, and apply some cool things to objects. A really special gift from my own teacher. So uh, TAKE CARE OF THEM! (dont let Dalmion or anyone clumsy touch it, yeah?)
To Dalmion, I really dont know, I'm tempted to give you a piece of salt water to explain how much salt I hold, but that aside, I leave you with a bush of berries. Maybe those can keep your mind off of...trivial things.
To Tesros (Grass pal!) I'm sorry, guess I died, huh. To be honest. This is probably the hardest part to write. I'm happy you went along with my antics, and protected the grass! It really meant alot, to have someone to confide in, to crack jokes with, You and I made one hell of a combo! Add Durustrasz to the equation and we were all a happy band of two reds and a green. So thank you, for being there.
I hope you live a long life still, and pass on the legacy of the Grass pals, because to me, that is more important than any object I hold. Keep the others safe after I'm gone, yeah?
Theres so many others I could adress, but I'm running out of space. So.. Vylia, I'm sorry about that one fight we had in the archives, which were just basicaly insults about our aspects but whatever.
You all better live for a long time, and please. If you can..don't forget me."