Dearest Lore,
You were a mother to me, if not more than that. You had no cause to take me in, nor to teach me what you knew, yet you did - sacrificing your time and experiments to become a shining beacon of hope in my life. Without you, I would have been nothing.
I'm scared. I don't know how to continue on without you - I fear that I may shatter under the weight of your legacy. But I know that you will smile down upon me from your seat in Elysium, and from that, I will draw strength.
Though this road now grows rough and confusing in the void left by your absence, I will endeavour to shine as brightly upon it as you once did. You will not be forgotten, and the Flametongue name shall ever represent knowledge and passion. Rest well, Archmage, and may your dreams in death be as wondrous as they were in life.
Your daughter,—
Thrinda Flametongue (Letter obtained during the sacking of the Flametongue mausoleum; subsequently destroyed by Thrinda herself)
Solemn Remembrance
The family, friends and community of the deceased gather in shades of grey, each carrying with them a letter to their fallen friend. The letters vary wildly, from tear-stained messages of anguish to bright commemoration of the gnome's life, inventions, and adventures, but are left unopened in this realm - they are for the fallen to read in the next. These are placed by their authors into a small wooden coffin, freshly carved from the trees of their resting place, as the bed upon which their fallen ally will rest. If the gnome's remains are available, their closest friend or partner (as designated by either their will or by mutual agreement of all involved) will transport the body into the coffin to the soft strumming of fey instruments and the mournful song of their people.
Their childhood blanket (or if unavailable, one weaved by their community) will be laid over the gnome's remains as if they were simply being sent to bed, usually by their closest relative - a parent, if by some tragic circumstance they were taken from the world whilst their parents still remained, or by their partner or children. A priest of their church will lead the community into a gentle lullaby, soothing the gnome's spirit and allowing it to be at peace in death. Depending on the fallen, their weapons, inventions or other important personal items may now be placed into their coffin alongside them, and more devout gnomes will have a holy symbol of their deity placed upon their chest. The coffin's lid will be gently shut at the conclusion of the song, and four members of their friends/family will lower it into the ground to be buried.
Certain cultures forgo the burial, instead choosing to destroy the coffin in a manner befitting their fallen friend. Many choose for their coffins to be destroyed by their own inventions, often going out in fantastic explosions of colour. Mages will often enchant special runes to disintegrate their coffin in particularly dramatic fashions, though this can sometimes be dangerous. However the coffin is laid to rest, it marks the end of this segment of the funeral.
Bright Celebration
What's left is a celebration of the gnome's life - the Doomfest, as it has come to be known. Fireworks light the sky as the music turns bright and cheery, and local bards lead the funeral procession into a dance. Entertainment, often based on what the gnome in question enjoyed in life, is brought out alongside entire feasts of food, and all in the area are welcomed into a massive celebration of life. The Doomfest tends to last for at least 4 hours, though some have lasted weeks, and is intended to drive the feelings of sadness away. The gnome's closest companions are usually the centre of attention during this stage of celebrations, as they are likely the most affected by the loss, and thus need the most distraction. For outsiders unused to gnomish funerals, this can seem quite jarring.
Once the Doomfest is over, the personal friends and family of the fallen are escorted to their homes by local priests as the rest of the community busies itself with tidying up. Smaller and more intimate celebrations often occur at this stage, but these are incredibly private affairs not for outsiders to intrude upon.
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Oh, you've ruined it. Time to burn it down and start again. See what you've done?!