Farewell Coerr Wolfsbane
It's 2012-12-21, the day the world ends.
It's not as if the stars and the lakes are gone, it's not that temples, forts or humble shacks are going to crumble. Snow will keep falling on the mountain tops and rivers will still flow across the valleys, forests will always resonate of buzzing life and forgotten ruins will shiver at the missing echo of imperceptible rumours.
What ends today is a history. Coerr Wolfsbane puts on his carefully polished dragonscale armor, slides the Pale Blade in the scabbard, packs his enchanted bow and some arrows, thinks of Lydia for a moment and walks right into the mist, never looking back. He is gone.
It's year 202 of the Fourth Era. It's the 30th of Evening Star. It's Middas.
He is gone from my Skyrim, but he may reappear in others'. They say he might accompany fellow adventurers in their wanderings through his beloved lands of the north. They say he is waiting at the Silver-Blood Inn in Markarth, talking to travelers - but mainly listening.
Bonus: An incredible edit by 83Willow (thank you!)