Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150610014148/@comment-11163511-20150629130909

(Oh how I miss posting here, better do so then!)

"But there's this one thing they call the afterlife, but it is not known whether it exists for all beings and tales" said Dobrya in response to Shallot's musing. "People like to spend on things that might help them on their journey there, but not all can afford such luxury. Maybe it's just to ensure their corpses don't get disturbed or damaged or at least to preserve their presence in others' memories. One is fortunate to be here even without an obvious name to be known by, for they will be known for the general role they play. The truly unfortunate are those without any identity, seen but not known for anything and also those whose bodies lie in locations where they may never even be found, such as the rushing ocean, you see."

Dobrya knew herself one of the lucky ones, for her father has his own urn among the previous Koscheis', though that didn't make her any happier about her destiny for all of them were remembered for their crimes, not whom they might had truly been.

Meanwhile, Horace was busy wandering around a special corner of the cemetery. There were no graves or urns, there were flags! Flags of horse hide from the bodies of his predessors whom were horses of all kinds. He waved his lit burner while having a bit of fun indentifying the breeds. That horse never seemed to be negative at all.