The last trip
As everyday since a very long time, Fifix the Ranger, looked at the sun rising on Norrath, casting some magic on himself, he lift up in the air filled with an avian presence. Moving gracefully toward some portal, even if he already knew he would miss the smell of the trees around Kelethin.
Elven have always been friendly there, even if he was a Human from the far city of Qeynos, in which he grew up and raised some of his early skills. However, closest to Mother Nature than humans, he quickly moved to Kelethin as soon as he was able to travel through West Karana and Kithicor Forest. Freeport wasn´t his cup of tea :) and West Commons tunnels was too crowed for him. The boat was the only way to reach the wood elf city at this time. It was his first real challenge, he was so young and such trip was so risky at this time...
Knowledge portal was the shortest path... With all those people shouting, whining or selling their stuff, travelling or raising their tradeskills, studying or gathering with their friends for some risky adventure.
Of course a Druid or a Wizard would have been the fastest way to reach his last destination, Nexus Scion would have been an other possibility... However, as always, he was happier running on the grass or under the canopee, often invisible, sometimes as a wolf.
Great Divide and the icy lands... Going through the canyon to Eastern Wastes he was already approaching Kael Drakkal, he will not check the Sleeper Tomb this time. He casted some spells around, helping few people killing some giants, as always some necromancer was playing with the kromzek giants. The Wakening Lands was on sight. Tracking some footprints by habit, Wuoshi the dragon wasn´t up :)... Running invisible near the pond he has seen the misty panther for the last time, the beautiful unicorns too.
He finally reached his last destination...Plane of Growth. Tunare the Goddess was there, of course... Fifix seen the big tree, smiling to the horses around, beeing amazed by those magic creatures. He approached the sanctuary with pride and humility, slowly climbing the Tree. His swords lightning around him, his bow and his quiver well set on his back. The blond elven Goddess smiled, a last reverence, then Fifix sat down on the ground without a word. Looking at the magnificience of this world, in this place. The rain itself seemed to be a sign, like if it would have been the only thing Mother Nature found to hide his tears as he was thinking to all of his friends, all those adventures...
All have been done, he remembered Xanuusus the Treant telling him the balance has been restored, so many months ago now. He remembered Plane of Air, Plane of Hate and all of those areas where he has fallen on the ground or been stuck and also, when he felt the pride of saving a group of adventurers, helping them on their tasks, doing some quest, raiding the worse places, tracking the beasts, protecting the animals or killing some nasty monsters.
You did well and it is time...
Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet.
Retired since Monday January 19, 2004. 23h23 05
