Adieu, my prince, adieu -
There's something in particular that saddens me about Cyrus. Eight days from death to the end of the campaign... eight days forgotten for the blow flies. I hope he's found and brought home.
[Image Description. A drawing of Cyrus Wyvernwind from Critical Role. Cyrus lays in a cradle of roots dead. Forest flora grow up around him but he has open cavities of decay; the soft tissue and cartilage are halfway gone, his eyes are missing and his nose is hollow, parts of his teeth and ribs show as well. His clothes are in tatters except for the wing pendant on his cloak. Beyond the ants that crawl on and in him, two ravens stand by his body. One on his chest, one on the tree root above him. The entire piece is a shade of blue and gray and there is a light fog seeping in the back. END ID]
