Main hall of the monastery. (indoors)
There are 3 young priestesses here. A simple blanket is tightly rolled here. Its flame dancing in
the air currents, a gold candle casts an aurulent light around the area. The shining figure of a
guardian angel floats in the air here. A massive dire wolf looms, black fur almost swallowing the
light. A crystalline golem stands here. There are 2 phantom donkeys here. A sapphire ice-phoenix
perches here in silence, as still as ice. A crystalline phoenix displays her fiery form from a
nearby perch. Hovering upon autumnal wings, a stunning russet falcon observes from overhead. There
are 2 bowls of triple chocolate ice cream here. A table is set up here, decorated with a skirt
draping below the white pine board, the buffet prepared for a feast. There is a campfire here,
roaring merrily. Inquisitively examining its surroundings, a pearl-grey goose waddles around here. A
phantom spider lurks in the shadows, the outline of its hulking frame scarcely discernible. A
mottled Mhojave Desert falcon glides effortlessly to and fro. A flurry of sea-tinged plumage betrays
a formidable albatross perching nearby. A Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread.
The Silver Dragon Fendrel's imposing form looms. Collo, of Targossas is here. He wields a rapier in
his left hand. Steward Frances V. Le'Yuet, the Wayward Attendant is riding on a formidable sea-spray
albatross. Crixos Nithilar, of His Legion is here. His features are obscured by a mask of
lifevision. He wields a Scimitar of Falcons in each hand. Farrah Roualt is here. She wields the
Staff of Nicator in her left hand. Subjugator Minifie Lichlord, of His Legion is here. Kuriel
Al'Jafri, Puddle Pirate is here. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a
sealskin mariner's cloak. He wields a Dawnrender bastard sword in both hands. The Black Dragon
Kazuya's imposing form looms. Minister Martien Nyxillum, Envoy of Veracity is here. Layta Bergson is
here. Her features are obscured by a horned skull mask beneath the raised hood of a heavy cloak of
rippling visceral hues. Purifier Akri, Weaver of Souls is here. She wields a Mhaldorian cavalry
shield in her left hand. Tesha al Ashtad is here. She wields a lucent shield adorned by an amethyst
phoenix in her left hand and an elemental staff in her right. Admiral Elyra Vorondil, Sea Dragon
stands near Frances. Tyndran Proficy Ikari is here, shrouded. His features are obscured by a
darkened mask of rudimentary iron beneath the raised hood of a grimly taloned cloak of copper-tinged
samite. Lady Lyndee Faelithar, Herald of Redemption is here. She wields a sapphire-inlaid shield in
her left hand and a silver staff of the elements in her right. Skye B. Anchors, Eye of Neraeos is
here. The Silver Dragon Jadys' imposing form looms. Ravenia, of Targossas is here. Legionnaire
Svenson is here. He wields an Auroran Mace in his left hand and a Shield of Absorption in his right.
Unsworn Shirim is here. Mrs. Tianondria Blackstone is here. Her features are obscured by a delicate
mask of mithril and sparkling gems. She wields a circular shield of obsidian in her left hand. Arcs
of lightning discharge violently from the stormforged form of the Elemental Lord Astarod. His
features are obscured by a seamless ebon facemask. Magelord Veldrin Crescent Concordia is here.
Dawnlord Sothantos de l'Evanoir is here, shrouded. Disciple Zandyr Obuun is here.
You see exits leading north, east, south, west, up (closed door), and out.
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Martien steps into the centre of the room with a genial smile.
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Martien says with a measured Hashani accent, "Thank you all for joining us here. You are about to
step into the boots of a Shallamese refugee. For some of you, this is reliving your own past. For
others, this is a side of history you may have never seen so closely, if at all!"
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Veldrin makes a wan attempt at smiling, but his quivering mouth and glistening eyes tell the true
story.
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Martien nods his head at Veldrin.
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Martien says with a measured Hashani accent, "If your experience here this month makes you feel some
measure of empathy, if you leave with a clearer understanding of what this tragic - and triumphant -
period in history was like, then all our work will have been worth it."
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Martien says with a measured Hashani accent, "Please keep the noise to a minimum so you do not
disturb others, and leave silently if you must. Thank you, from all involved with the Targossian
Ministry of Cultural Affairs. We hope you enjoy the show."
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Martien bows his head slightly in respect to those in the room.
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With barely any warning, the whitewashed granite walls of the monastery melt away and you find
yourself standing before the Jaruvian chapel, surrounded by refugees and villagers as rain cascades
around you.
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Chapel Street in front of a church.
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Rain pours down from dark thunderclouds, only the merest hints of sunset breaking through.
At the heart of Chapel Street can be seen the namesake of this pleasant little road. Standing on the
corner of the road to the west is a white chapel, its steep roof and tall spire soaring high into
the sky, framed beautifully by the green, lush hills of the Pash Valley behind it on the horizon.
Wooden stairs lead up to a large set of red double doors, while small stained glass windows add
colour to its stark white walls. The lawn is well groomed and many colourful wildflowers brighten
its perimeter.
An unlit pyre is here.
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Heavy droplets of rain fall to the earth in droves, matching the mood of those gathered.
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You find yourself surrounded by your former Shallamese brethren and a multitude of Jaruvian
villagers. Huddled together, little comfort can be found here, other than in the aligned expressions
of grief and melancholy - and sometimes even rage - that mirror your own features.
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It is now the 8th of Phaestian, 612 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
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Father Garron says, "Citizens of Shallam, there are no words to convey the grief and loss you must
feel in this dark hour."
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Father Garron says, "I grieve with you for what has been lost. The Gods have laid down Their lives
to fight the tyranny of Bal'met. The skies seethe with anger and the seas froth and foam. We are
caught in a battle between titanic forces, and we feel small indeed."
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Father Garron frowns thoughtfully as he peers out at the crowd gathered before him.
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Father Garron says, "But do not lose hope. The Te'Serra have fallen, yes. But They fell fighting for
the ideals They charged us with defending. They fell in service to Good, wielding the power of Light
to protect Creation from the grave threat we now face."
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Father Garron says, "Now, just as then, we are surrounded by a terrible darkness, and our continued
existence is threatened."
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Looking troubled, Father Garron takes pause in his words. The anticipatory silence that awaits his
next is palpable.
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Father Garron says, "What will we do?"
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Father Garron says, "Will we give in to despair and doubt?"
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Father Garron says, "Will we surrender our will and yield?"
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Father Garron sweeps his gaze across the crowd, awaiting the response.
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The refugees who surround you can be heard murmuring their dissent, growing in multitude from the
first and rising in number until a clear and audible "No." can be heard, over and over again,
growing loud like the torrent of the storm that rages all around.
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The weariness that is apparent upon the refugees' faces seems to lift, a spark of light appearing in
each of their gazes.
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Father Garron nods solemnly.
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Father Garron says, "No."
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Father Garron says, "We will stand strong."
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Father Garron says, "We will be faithful to our oaths. We are champions, not cowards. Stone may
crack, glass may shatter, and steel may rust, but Good and Light are eternal. We are their sworn
sword and shield."
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Father Garron casts a glance eastward, where the cityscape of Shallam previously dominated the
horizon. In its stead, the toiling ocean waves can be seen, depositing debris on the shoreline in
the distance. A sense of understanding seems to dawn on the priest's weathered features.
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Father Garron quietly says, "Let us also take a moment to remember those who lost their lives, those
who the Great Mother has commended to Thoth's embrace."
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Father Garron says, "The sea returns their bodies to us. Let us in turn commend them to fire. Bring
their corpses here and place them in the pyre before us, so they can rest in peace."
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You trod heavily towards the shore with the other survivors. A great wave of grief and despair
threatens to overcome as you behold the nightmarish scene of broken stone and churning sea.
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The bodies of the fallen are innumerable. Some have been mangled beyond recognition, but a few
friends and neighbors are recognisable. You work in grim silence with the others to drag each body
back toward the chapel.
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At the funeral pyre, Salik Rian steps forward to burn the first of many corpses.
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Father Garron says solemnly, "Refugees. Silas has just informed me that the Sword of Dunamis has
been lost to the ormyrr."
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Father Garron frowns, and the refugees and Jaruvian villagers carry varying expressions of
confusion, shock, anger, and hopelessness.
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A look of surprise overtakes the face of Halos Vorondil as a blade appears suddenly in his hands:
the Sword of Dunamis, in all its glory.
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The Sword of Dunamis begins to warm and, seemingly of its own accord, points towards the lit funeral
pyre.
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Comprehension flashes across Halos' face and he plunges the Sword of Dunamis into the flames.
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The instant the sword touches the fire, the world lights up in a blinding flash as a pillar of white
-hot flame blazes upwards from the pyre.
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The fire roars around you. You flinch, but despite the immense heat remain unharmed.
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The flames of the pyre begin to take shape, reaching upward and spreading out until a distinctly
humanoid figure coalesces within. The world itself seems to stop in awe. After what feels like an
eon, a man emerges, the Sword of Dunamis gripped in His mighty fist.
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Refugees of Shallam."
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Tassad Baraslan called Me here, and I answered His call. He
sacrificed himself to bring Me forth. That sacrifice was honoured by the Logos."
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "In time I made My own sacrifice, giving up My power and form to
save Achaea from the destruction of Death's Heart."
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Since then, I have existed as less than a spark while others
carried the torch I left behind. I remember Maran's call to Me."
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "The gulf was too wide for a mortal to breach, but it was not
too wide for an immortal."
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The light dims slightly as a gold candle goes out nearby.
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Pentharian, Heir to My power and My responsibility, called to
Me. I heard in His cry His need. Your need."
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An unearthly note sounds out across the land.
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Much is unknown to Me, but this is clear: A foulness has
corrupted these lands."
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "It has brought low men and Gods. It has brought you low, making
you refugees."
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "I feel the pestilence, digging its tendrils into the bones of
the world. I taste the oily wrongness that hangs on the air."
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The flames of the pyre dance around Him wildly, reflecting fiercely in His eyes.
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "I return to you now, remade!"
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A villager strolls in from the north, waving a cheerful hello.
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Fire scours away all that is impure. I am that fire. You shall
be that fire. We shall scour away the impurity that poisons the land and see it made pure again. We
shall purge Creation of this filth, root and branch!"
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire shouts, "Servants sworn in fealty to Good, bound to Light as I am. I
see the hunger for justice that burns in your souls, the valour that shines against the dark. Follow
Me, and we will turn the tide against our foe!"
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The vision begins to fade to the rising sound of waves. The surface of the Peshwar swells, then
roars, as the waters part, rolling to the sides, and a dry path appears leading towards the distant
isle of New Hope.
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A villager waves cheerfully and leaves to the south.
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Darkness.
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As you struggle to wake, your leaden body aches. Through bleary eyes you take in the scene, confused
for a long beat as you try to place your location.
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A moment later, the memories rush back: screams of terror, ormyrr flooding the streets, skies filled
with fire.
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Battle. Explosions. Screams. Blinding pain.
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Shaking your head, you focus on the monastery ceiling to reorient yourself. You wince as you pull
yourself upright, your meagre bedroll little comfort against the unforgiving granite floor.
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A warmly lit hall.
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Constructed from heavy blocks of the purest white granite, this underground hall is high and broad
enough to house dozens of people at once. Lanterns suspended from the ceiling cast a warm and
flickering light across the room, while rows of low hearths in the walls provide heat and the
comfort of fire. Row upon row of bed rolls line the floor, a patchwork of different fabrics
providing space for any number of refugees to sleep, safe in the sanctuary of this chamber. Prayers
for health, shelter, and safety mark several of the stones around the perimeter of the chamber.
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Looking around at the other refugees, you are met with expressions of fatigue and weariness, each
radiating grief, despondency, or melancholy.
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With a sigh you rise from the floor and steel yourself for the day ahead.
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The illusion shifts, blurring, to indicate the passage of time. When the images stabilize, you find
yourself in the same place.
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The days pass.
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Your body heals, but the ache in your chest never quite leaves you.
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It is now the 12th of Miraman, 613 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
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A concerned paladin tells you, "Gods above, I cannot stand this monastery any longer. I'm beginning
to think we'll be sheltering here under the Lord's grace forever."
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You sympathetically tell a concerned paladin, "We can only trust that He will guide us to a more
permanent home. We must stay the course until then."
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A concerned paladin gloomily tells you, "You're not the one who has to sleep next to Lyndee's
sobbing."
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Looking offended, Lyndee quickly wipes away a tear.
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You tell a concerned paladin, "At least she bathes. I don't think Shunsui has washed since the shark
incident."
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Maintaining its fearsome reputation, a spearhead shark tears Tesha to shreds.
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You crease your brow in a frown.
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You tell a concerned paladin, "... Maybe for good reason."
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A concerned paladin wearily tells you, "The ormyrr survivors, defeated at last by sharks and body
odour.
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A rush of silver and a startling shower of blood are all you see as Synbios falls beneath the jaws
of a silver panther.
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The sonorous tone of a single bell echoes through the monastery halls, signalling the noon hour.
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A concerned paladin laughingly tells you, "Oh, and the panthers."
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You tell a concerned paladin, "I'm surprised I haven't broken my neck tripping over shoes. I'm glad
the clutter has cleared, somewhat, with the chest Sir Wyverex arranged from Lord Phaestus."
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You thoughtfully tell a concerned paladin, "On a more serious note... I know it is hard, but we must
keep up our spirits. Our city has fallen, but we haven't."
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A concerned paladin tells you, "I suppose you are right."
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A young priestess lowers her head and prays fervently for inspiration from the Gods.
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A concerned paladin tells you, "It is nearly dawn. I'll see you at the Jaru service?"
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You tell a concerned paladin, "Of course."
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Bells chime out, greeting the sunrise as you join the congregation assembled before the pyre in
Jaru.
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Halos says, "Dawn arrives. All kneel."
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Halos begins the rites of prayer. The familiarity of the ritual fills you with a sense of peace and
belonging, tension easing from your shoulders as the mantras end.
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Sneijder drops to one knee.
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Halos says, "Remnant of Shallam, close your eyes."
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Halos closes his eyes, beckoning you to do the same.
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Halos says, "Remember the high walls of sandstone and the white marble facade. The scent of baking
on Viziers Street. The cries of the fishmonger in the marketplace."
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Silver sparks dance across the heavens as the riderless chariot of Lady Sol rushes past Achaea's
three rings, the second brilliantly coruscating at its passing.
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Halos smiles as he waxes nostalgic about Shallam's past, the timbre of his voice rising as he
speaks.
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Halos says, "Remember the glimmering of the golden domes at daybreak, the wavering smoke of burnt
offerings before the Chrysalis Basilica. Envision paradise birds soaring amongst its ivory
pinnacles. The shifting of the glow at evensong's gloaming."
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The door leading up is opened from the other side.
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Moving with a grace that belies her age, the Abbess enters from the up.
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Veldrin stares mournfully at the world around him, a single tear running down his cheek.
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Within the flames, vague images solidify: Glittering with enchanted light, the domes of Shallam
illuminate the Jewel in a pleasing aura of soft light.
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Opening his eyes, Halos releases his clasped hands, allowing them to fall to his sides. The fire
shifts, and the images fade back into obscurity.
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Halos says, "Now remember those domes blackening and burning. The ground heaving. Flagstones
shattering underfoot. Towers collapsing. The guard raised a ululation against the ancient foe. A
great shroud of undeath descends. Fire blazed from the parapets. The torrential deluge sweeping
through alleys and archways. The last days of Shallam."
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His expression becoming serious, Halos turns eastward and raises a hand, curling it into a tight
fist before himself.
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The fire within the pyre snaps and crackles, hungry to consume.
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Halos says, "We fled a besieged Jewel, and the city fell into the sea. Shallam is lost. Recall the
flame and ruin. Never. Forget. It. But Shallam will never rise again. Not in its stones, not in its
bricks, and not in its people. The Destroyer did His work well."
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Halos jabs an accusing finger at the gathering, his dark eyes flashing in anger. He strides
purposefully towards the pyre, removing the mantle of the Caliph from his shoulders as he approaches
its fiery glow.
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Halos says, "I leave you now with this thought, and I hope you all ask yourselves: What of our
broken past am I willing to sacrifice in His fires as we step into a new future?"
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Halos casts the mantle of the Caliph into a funeral pyre.
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Veldrin mumbles incoherently.
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Halos says, "The Lord Deucalion, the Righteous Fire Rekindled, looks ahead, not behind Him. He
counsels us to do the same."
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Sothantos shifts slightly.
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A column of white-hot fire explodes upwards into the sky as the power bound to the mantle of the
Caliph is set free.
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Halos places his hand over his heart and turns towards the multitude once more, determination on his
face.
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Halos says, "My dedication to the Light is here. Not under those waves. The Light shall never fail,
so long as there are those to support its principles."
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Seeping into the sky, the bloody moon reluctantly rises, surrounded by tear-like stars as darkness
descends over the land.
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The wind pushes hot ashes from the pyre, the remnants of the mantle. The soot lightly swirls around
you and the vision fades.
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As the previous scene dissolves, an uneasy rhythm pounds through your bones. Months pass: blurring
together, speeding along, and dragging out in uneven, turbulent bursts.
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A vision of an hourglass fills your consciousness, the grains of sand seeming to stagger and skip
through its neck. An Elder God wields the glass, His ageless features writ with an understanding
beyond your grasp as He watches Bal'met's forces march onward.
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Aeon, the Lord of Time, glances to His side. In an instant, the fire-white brilliance of Lord
Deucalion manifests. He offers the Sword of Dunamis to the Elder God.
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The blade moves quickly in Lord Aeon's hands, shattering the glass of the heaving, struggling
timepiece. Grains of sand spill into the Flame of Yggdrasil whilst an indistinct, crashing roar
overcomes your mind as you feel Time itself begin to vibrate and tear at your senses.
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The unfamiliar voice of the Elder God Aeon rasps, "The restoration of the future is found far
upstream, in the past. This is my choice: to restore Her. She who is Light will illuminate the dark
future. Lightbringer! Come forth! I consign myself to the past so that You may return to shape the
future! Be again! Make real what I have seen: by Your hand will he be undone."
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The vibrations of time overcome you, deadening your senses until you find yourself at the entrance
to the Garden of the Gods, the fiery Lord Deucalion joined now by the lucent figure of the
Lightbringer.
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "This war between the Gods threatens the fabric of Creation
itself. The Destroyer unravels the skein of the weave. You can see the strain manifesting across the
world as Bal'met gorges on the power of the Fire Behind the Flame."
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Aurora, the Lightbringer says, "Aeon called Me, and I came. He made a great sacrifice to bring Me
through the currents of time. That sacrifice will be honoured. Deucalion and I have spoken, and We
will go from you to meet with the other Gods."
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Aurora, the Lightbringer says, "Our voices speak as one. We will advocate there be no more giving of
ground. No more retreats. We will make our stand, and We see Our choice through to its conclusion."
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "You have lost friends and family. Your home. Your patrons. You
are weary and concerned. We are not bringers of succour, but take what balm there is in Our presence
and Our purpose."
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "We are the immortal champions of Good. We are purifying fire
and sacred light. We rise now to defend Creation, as We ever have and ever will."
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The Righteous Fire extends His left hand to Aurora. Unsheathing a razor-sharp knife, She slices
Deucalion's forearm, and then along Her own, drawing forth twin rivulets of bright, immortal blood.
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Father Garron takes a pure white ribbon and deftly wraps Their wounded arms together, rich droplets
of crimson blossoming across the silk.
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Aurora, the Lightbringer says to Deucalion, "I grant you My strength, Righteous Fire. I grant You a
measure of My power. I take in return the blows of Your enemies. I bind Myself to You and name You
Bloodsworn."
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says to Aurora, "I grant you My strength, Lightbringer. I grant You a
measure of My power. I take in return the blows of Your enemies. I bind Myself to You and name You
Bloodsworn."
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Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "My sword is Yours to wield in this battle. Be the weapon that
shatters Our foe."
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Aurora, the Lightbringer says to Deucalion, "My shield is Yours. Be the aegis that preserves Good."
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She turns away from Lord Deucalion towards you.
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Aurora, the Lightbringer says, "All the oaths you swore in times of comfort and plenty to serve
Good. The promises you uttered to be a light of hope for your flocks, to wage war against Creation's
foes: We hold you to those promises now."
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As the scene dissolves before you, you feel a sensation of movement, confusion, as you are thrust
across an interminable space. You float as if for an eternity, until it feels the threads of your
being begin to unravel.
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Without warning, a spark leaps out from the Fire Behind the Flame and strikes you, throwing you
backwards with a forceful discharge of energy which sends you spinning through the ether within the
maelstrom of Creation.
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The voice of the Great Mother whispers, "Since your first cries I have watched over you, My child.
You have grown much, and achieved even more. And yet...your time is only just beginning."
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You feel a discordant series of sensations accelerate through you as time speeds forward.
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Worry. Fear. Sacrifice.
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Adrenaline.
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Power.
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Tremendous power.
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Suddenly, you find yourself in an unfamiliar form, surrounded by scores of demigods in the throes of
battle on Nishnatoba.
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Dala'myrr! Memories of the behemoth wyrms devouring your home come flooding back to you. In a
blaze of divine fire, you join the fray.
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Dala'myrr and demigods alike fall in droves, fighting viciously to take control of the future. As
your fellow demigods start to overpower their foes, the Gods of the Garden advance toward Bal'met to
divert him from his terrible purpose.
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Fiercely beautiful and rippling with Light, Aurora stands alone. The Sword of Dunamis blazes in Her
hand, and Deucalion moves to Her side, a shimmering, magical shield extending from His arm to
protect His Bloodsworn.
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Aurora presses forward. Bal'met lashes out at the Lightbringer, but Deucalion reels with the pain in
Her stead. She continues Her assault, augmented by the unwavering attacks of the Pantheon.
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Aurora, the Lightbringer shouts, "Aeon has foreseen your fall. By our hands you will be unmade, and
His vision will come to pass."
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Drawing back the blazing Sword of Dunamis, Aurora lunges forward and plunges it into Bal'met.
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A ghastly chorus spills forth across the planes. Unforming upon the blade, Bal'met savagely attempts
to writhe free, but the Lightbringer stands firmly, Her hair whipping about Her like a halo as She
contains the Worldreaver with a focused intensity.
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An explosion of sound rolls over you, the death knell of Bal'met sounding out across the planes. A
wave of elation followed by fatigue overcomes you as you watch wordlessly.
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Held hostage by the Sword of Dunamis, Bal'met perishes in agony, utterly destroyed by the magnified
power of the Pantheon.
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From the bloodied battlefield of Nishnatoba, swarming with refugees-turned-demigods, your eyes close
as the fateful moment overtakes you. As the Worldreaver meets his end, your gut twists with the
realisation that, at last, this wretched ordeal is over.
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Time fluxes once again. You lose track of how and when you returned to your own form, and seemingly
in an instant you are back once more in the monastery.
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Your weary body crawls toward rest while your mind still reels. The magnitude of a decade's worth of
battle and agony weighs heavy on your memory, but at long last, there is a solace to be had in it.
For all the sacrifice, for all the pain, and for all the hard work: Creation carries forward.
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Exhaustion overtakes you. For the first time in many years, you slip into a peaceful sleep, finally
able to dream of the future. A new home. A fresh start. And the defence of Creation.
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Sothantos looks intently at a shadow of darkness and Halos shamefacedly appears.
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A myriad of colourful lights whorl through your vision and in a single breath, you find yourself
back in the present day, surrounded by your fellow Achaeans in the main hall of the monastery.
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It is now the 2nd of Miraman, 828 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
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It is now again the 1st of Miraman, 216 years after the fall of Shallam.
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Martien lets out a soft snort of amused laughter.
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Martien smiles and says with a measured Hashani accent, "The refugees' resilience, paired with the
sacrifice of immortals and mortals alike, set into motion a series of events that saved Sapience
from the wrathful clutches of the Worldreaver."
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Martien says with a measured Hashani accent, "This concludes our show. Hopefully we have given you
an understanding of what the refugees went through, at least in part. Perhaps you may also find that
the history of the Shallamese refugees is indelibly intertwined with our collective history."
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Martien smiles and says with a measured Hashani accent, "There are carts directly outside and to the
northeast of the entrance if you wish to partake of our limited run historical wares. My personal
favorite is the coat inspired by the lovely Silverveil."
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Martien says with a measured Hashani accent, "Once again, thank you all for attending! We hope you
enjoyed the display."
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