King Elk Forest The end, is just the beginning.

She too, mourned the thought of the acts the King's would commit. There was always a jealousy from Célnes when she thought of the Baron, for how all adored him for the loyalty and devotation he held for the High Elk, and seemingly felt ignored in it's place. Her desire of power stemmed from the sin of envy, for everything came in the end; their God. He has taken everything, yet nothing, all but the devotation that is the Deorwine family.

"Dear cousin," words aligned with Cenric as the smile had now dropped to what was a somber gaze, "the time is now." Toward each step they follow him to, and their words echoing throughout the forest, and yet, no one would hear them. The days of Kingslend were now ending with the absence of many, it was almost perfection for his ending.

With their crowns around their neck, as so they did with Rohesia, they would follow through with them. Leaning toward with a reapers look, and a fateful clashing of the holy antlers toward what is the most devoted, of them all.