Greetings, Aetolians.

Although I have never felt the need to make my words public through this
form, I have chosen to write out of the memory of those lost. For those
of you who have no interest, please move on and do not let this small
post impede your daily lives.

Avian Bloodrose has ended his life, as some of you may know, and will no
longer return in the form many of us have come to know. Though the sting
feels as if it has just happened, I believe his death came some months
ago... However, I was unable to speak it too loudly. For those of you
who did not know, I do not have much information to offer you as to
'why'. It was a shock, and instilled the upmost pain in my own self that
I have ever been forced to endure. He will be missed by many, I am sure,
for he was always a kind, helpful, compassionate man.

Through the years, these realms have lost many respected loved ones.
Either by means of suicide... or chosen, possibly even forced eternal
slumber. We have all likely been touched by the pain of that loss, and
struggled with the knowledge that it remains as one affliction we will
never be strong enough to cure or mend. I will not list names, bodies,
or souls... But I encourage you all to never forget these cherished
lost, and live every moment as though it may be the last. You never
truly know how special something or something is, until they are left to
memories, complex ghosts of our pasts.

May Hope guide you all,

Keros Tae'Daenir

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Midsummer, in the year 238 MA.