Dinnertable / Dindin
Dinnertable is the name that stuck for that is to his best knowledge, what he used to be...at least, that was the lifetime that meant the most.
There was once an Oak, a strong, supporting tree. However, it was simply a tree, content, sturdy, and long-lived...until one day a pack of wild humans cut him down! Cut him down for war! (Ten thousand years jail for humans!!!) while most of his body was chopped up and used for devising weapons for warfare and the demise of those they opposed.
One craftsman, however, saw a lifetime in the wood of this great Oak. saw it for its sturdiness, it was for more than war and hate. Something was important about this oak trunk, the craftsman was stuck with, and by the gods, she would craft the finest, most reliable, yet simple. dining table. Who to purchase such a table, for a growing group of peacemakers, but a worn, middle-aged human, by the name of Ronan. placed near the center of what would become the Groves Sanctuary.
And so set on the table were many plates of food and feast, desert, spirits, laughter and tears, merrymaking and talk of death, war and peace, hate love, the wood the oak, it felt every stain, felt the thumping of music, heard Ventari teach, write, live...and eventually, die.
it was on this day, the day Ventari died, that something awoke within that table, all of that time, so much hope, so much death, mourning, loss...what use would Ventari have for a table...for friends who are no longer even alive, for a group that perished by now, years ago.
Heavy-hearted, Ventari had left this, oddly...memorable piece of furniture and made his last trek.
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The Pale Tree Calls To You, It's Time To Wake Up.
{ Listen To The Call } { Turn Back }
