Here is a log of the finale to the storyline. I really enjoy these little stories that add history to the game but we’re not having to drag bodies back or hold gates against endless wave of monsters, a lot less stressful. I came into this story half way through but am very glad I got to see the end. I wanted to share it with those who couldn’t make it. A number of players went all out to get involved. Ikkereik was there every night to help Laerli with anything she asked. Nyssia had gone all the way to the Landing to collect a specific flower for it’s meaning to place on the graves.
You say, “For those who may not have your thoughts open, Lord Legionnaire Commander Cyik is meeting Laerli’s father at Amaranth Gate.”
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Ikkereik heartily says, “I missed it.”
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Ikkereik gasps.
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Ikkereik heartily says, “What if she shows here.”
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You say, “I will remain here to watch the tree.”
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Lyrna says, “Well, she will, but he’ll lead him here.”
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Lyrna nods.
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You say, “I’ll report through thoughts anything I see.”
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Krystalena says, “I’d better go, too.”
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You say, “That way if you wish to join Lord Legionnaire Commander Cyik, you’ll still be aware of what’s happening here.”
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Krystalena says, “Thank you.”
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Ikkereik heartily says, “Im not part of this army stuff i feel like my place is here.”
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Rozalie softly says, “I’m not part of the army either.”
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Speaking to Ikkereik, you say, “Lord Legionnaire Commander Cyik would be happy to have the company.”
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You say, “He may eat nails for breakfast but he’s not a bad elf.”
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You grin.
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Taye smiles.
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Ahrairah gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
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Speaking heartily to you, Ikkereik says, “Tis funny no offense i always felt the same of you when i was younger.”
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Speaking to Ikkereik, you ask, “Plus, how often do you get to rub elbows with a Lord Legionnaire Commander?”
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Ahrairah asks, “Still chasen ghosts?”
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Esana clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
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Esana nods in greeting.
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You nod to Esana in greeting.
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Taye beams happily at Esana!
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Esana smiles.
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Ahrairah turns toward Esana and renders a sharp hand salute.
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Speaking in Elven, Esana says, “Good evening.”
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Esana nods in greeting at Ahrairah.
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Speaking to Esana, you say, “Lord Legionnaire Commander Cyik is meeting Laerli’s father at Amaranth Gate.”
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Taye smiles at Esana.
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Speaking to you, Esana says, “Thank you for keeping me appraised of the situation, sir.”
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Speaking to Ikkereik, you say, “Nah, nails would hurt my teeth too much. I don’t have the dental strength of an officer. All bark, no bite.”
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You wink at Ikkereik.
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Ikkereik smiles.
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The willow tree’s whips sway back and forth in an unfelt breeze.
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Speaking to Esana, you ask, “I’m glad you were able to make it this evening. You wouldn’t happen to have that katane from the Festival of the Fallen would you?”
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Speaking heartily to you, Ikkereik says, “I still am unsure of that but as ive grown a bit i see you more of a friend and guide as opposed to a will flay you if you even look at me funny sort.. agin with all due respect.”
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Ahrairah shakes her head.
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Laerli suddenly fades into sight beside you.
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Ikkereik gasps.
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Ikkereik wails!
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Esana glances at Laerli and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
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Taye smiles at Laerli.
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Speaking heartily to Laerli, Ikkereik says, “You startle me every time.”
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A chill breeze sweeps through the area, whistling through the trees.
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Ikkereik tries to hug Laerli, but his arms pass right through.
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Rozalie smiles at Laerli.
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Ikkereik ponders.
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Ikkereik nods while tilting his ivory suede hat forward and giving a quick, teeth-flashing grin.
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Rozalie softly says, “Hello miss.”
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Laerli softly says, “I come again….”
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Speaking to Laerli, you say, “It’s a pleasure to see you again tonight. We have good news. Reports from Amaranth Gate say a blacksmith has arrived down Fearling Pass.”
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Ikkereik applauds.
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Laerli softly asks, “He is… coming?”
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Esana smiles at you.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith just arrived.
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Speaking to Laerli, you say, “He has arrived.”
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Orssus folds his hands behind his back.
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Ikkereik gasps.
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Krystalena smiles at Esana.
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You see a fairly typical Vaalorian blacksmith.
It appears to be in good shape.
It has nothing at this time.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith reaches out and touches the willow’s trunk lovingly.
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Laerli softly asks, “Father…?”
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Lyrna smiles.
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Rozalie shivers.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith blinks
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Ikkereik gasps.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith asks, “Laerli… Why are you not with your mother?”
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Ikkereik heartily says, “Tis a shame Miss Nyssia is missing this.”
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Laerli softly says, “I could not… I found no peace.”
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A Vaalorian blacksmith sighs.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “She will be worried.”
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Speaking softly to a Vaalorian blacksmith, Laerli says, “There are words to say.”
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Laerli softly asks, “I had a letter written for you. Is it here?”
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Cyik removes a pristine white parchment bearing the crimson seal of Ta’Vaalor from in his crimson jacket.
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Ikkereik whispers, “Im sure she would have wanted to be here in person.”
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Cyik says, “I have the letter.”
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Cyik says, “Though I do not believe I can read it.”
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Cyik fights to retain his composure.
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Cyik asks, “Would someone?”
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Lyrna says, “I think any of us would be honored, sir.”
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Ikkereik coughs.
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Dannia agrees with Lyrna.
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Ikkereik nods.
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Krystalena says, “Ikkereik has been here throughout.”
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Cyik nods.
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Cyik offers Ikkereik a pristine white parchment bearing the crimson seal of Ta’Vaalor.
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Ikkereik accepts Cyik’s white parchment.
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Lyrna smiles at Krystalena.
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Speaking to Ikkereik, Cyik says, “If you would, please.”
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A Vaalorian blacksmith listens intently, his gaze never leaving his daughter.
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Ikkereik coughs.
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Krystalena nods at Ikkereik.
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Lyrna smiles encouragingly at Ikkereik
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Rozalie smiles at Ikkereik.
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Cyik removes a sheet of age-dark parchment from in his crimson jacket.
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Cyik offers Ikkereik a sheet of age-dark parchment.
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Ikkereik accepts Cyik’s age-dark parchment.
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Ikkereik coughs.
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Cyik says, “My apologies. I have work with me it seems.”
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Ikkereik offers Cyik a pristine white parchment bearing the crimson seal of Ta’Vaalor.
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Esana smiles at Cyik.
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Cyik accepts Ikkereik’s white parchment.
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Krystalena smiles softly
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Cyik put a pristine white parchment bearing the crimson seal of Ta’Vaalor in his crimson jacket.
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Ikkereik heartily says, “Goodness i thought i had been curserd.”
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Ikkereik coughs.
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Speaking to Ikkereik, Cyik says, “If paperwork is a curse, it is I who is such.”
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A Vaalorian blacksmith smiles.
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Korhann says, “The ever dreaded bureacracy…”
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Ahrairah takes a deep breath.
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Korhann whistles tunelessly to himself.
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(Ikkereik clears his throat as he prepares to read.)
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A Vaalorian blacksmith whispers something low and private to Laerli.
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Laerli reaches for the Vaalorian blacksmith’s hand, only to have her fingers pass through his flesh.
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Ikkereik heartily says, “Father, you have never made me less than what i am. You always supported me, picked me up when the boys whacked me with wooden swords, and patiently taught me to whack them back with as much skill or more.”
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Lyrna closes her eyes for a moment.
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Lyrna smiles slightly
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Ikkereik heartily says, “I cannot find the words to say what you meant to me. My only regret is that i did not search for those words more often while still living.”
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A Vaalorian blacksmith weeps, silent tears leaving clean trails down his soot-stained face.
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(Krystalena wipes a tear from her eye.)
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Ikkereik heartily says, “Even after centuries in the Crowns’s service, stil you worked tirellessly at the forge . Always, you did these things for me and i was too consumed with pride and glory to recognize the honor you were showing me.”
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Speaking to a Vaalorian blacksmith, Cyik says, “The gift is here.”
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Ikkereik heartily says, “I love you. I always have and will. You are forever in my heart. your loving daughter.”
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Rozalie kneels down.
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Ikkereik heartily says, “Master Legionnaire Laerli Vaalor of the Barbed Pheonix.”
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Ikkereik heartily says, “Sorry for the pauses i get emotional sometimes.”
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Taye gently rests her hand on Ikkereik’s shoulder.
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Krystalena rubs Ikkereik tenderly.
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Lyrna quietly says, “You did well.”
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “Laerli. You have always been my light, and my life. I would spend whatever it takes to make you happy.”
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Rozalie softly says, “I know I wouldn’t be able to read it.”
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Lyrna shivers.
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(Ikkereik rubs at some tears in the corner of his eyes.)
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Lyrna rubs Ikkereik gently.
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Speaking softly to Ikkereik, Laerli says, “Thank you.”
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Ikkereik heartily says, “I got sommat in my eyes.”
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Rozalie appears less confident and fearless.
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Esana stands up.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “You never received your last gift from me.”
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Ikkereik bows to Laerli.
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Rozalie rubs Ikkereik gently.
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Speaking heartily to Laerli, Ikkereik says, “You are most.. welcome.”
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Ikkereik turns toward Laerli and renders a sharp salute with his age-dark parchment.
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Ikkereik sniffs.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith asks, “Is it truly here old friend?”
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Cyik nods to the Vaalorian blacksmith.
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Esana smiles.
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Ikkereik reaches out and touches a towering willow tree.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith asks, “Could she see it?”
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You smile at Esana.
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(Esana strides before Laerli.)
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Esana kneels down.
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Krystalena smiles at Esana.
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Esana removes a vaalorn katana from in her eahnor mesh bag.
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Ikkereik gasps.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith chokes back sobs.
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Dannia’s jaw drops.
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(Esana raises her katana before her, in offering it to Laerli’s spirit.)
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Dannia slowly empties her lungs.
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Ikkereik hoots.
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Mirious blinks.
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Lyrna lets out a long, contemplative breath.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “Daughter, this blade was for you. I was to polish it the night of the attack.”
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Rozalie bursts into tears!
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “I wanted you to have a piece of me. Something to carry into battle that reminded you of my love.”
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Laerli softly says, “It is lovely beyond words, father.”
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “Even during the darkest hours.”
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Dannia removes a small white suede notebook from in her dark leather bookbag.
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Rozalie sniffs.
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Speaking softly to Esana, Laerli says, “Thank you for bringing it. May it serve you well in battle.”
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Dannia removes a fluffy white feather quill from in her dark leather bookbag.
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Ikkereik sniffs.
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Speaking reverently to Laerli, Esana says, “I will learn to use it in your honor.”
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Lyrna smiles wistfully
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Dannia bends over her notebook and begins writing with her quill. After a moment, she lifts her head and scans back over what she has written with a critical eye.
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Rozalie nods.
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Speaking to Esana, Cyik says, “I will hold you to that Squire. I expect to hear from you for training sessions.”
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Dannia put a fluffy white feather quill in her dark leather bookbag.
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Esana’s cheeks flush with a shade of red.
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Dannia carefully tears a sheet of age-dark parchment from her notebook.
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Esana nods once.
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Rozalie stands up.
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Dannia put a small white suede notebook in her dark leather bookbag.
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Speaking to Laerli, Krystalena says, “Besides yourself, there’s no better Reservist to hold it.”
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Taye agrees with Krystalena.
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Speaking softly to a Vaalorian blacksmith, Laerli says, “The blade is lovely father. You must know you were always with me, with every sword stroke you taught me, every counter and parry, you were there.”
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Rozalie sniffs.
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Laerli softly says, “When I faced the demon alone, that others maybe pulled from the bridge that was you also. I’m sorry I failed you. Your values and your bravery that I saught to imitate in life.”
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A Vaalorian blacksmith weeps openly.
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Laerli softly says, “I cannot thank you enough for all you did.”
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Lyrna smiles at Dannia.
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Ikkereik agrees with Dannia.
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Speaking softly to Esana, Laerli says, “You cannot save us all.”
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Esana’s cheeks flush with a shade of red.
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Esana nods.
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Esana stands up.
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Laerli softly says, “I am ready, I can pass now.”
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Ikkereik bursts into tears!
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Rozalie bursts into tears!
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Speaking softly to a Vaalorian blacksmith, Laerli says, “You’re in my heart father.”
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Taye smiles at Laerli.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “Take care of your mother until I get there.”
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Lyrna sniffs.
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Ikkereik sniffs.
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Speaking quietly to a Vaalorian blacksmith, Dannia says, “I have a painting here, of this moment.. for you. If you want it.”
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Rozalie sniffs.
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Speaking softly to a Vaalorian blacksmith, Laerli says, “Not too soon, father. We’ll be there waiting.”
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Krystalena sniffs.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “I would be honored to have the painting. I will cherish it always.”
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Mirious sizes up a Vaalorian blacksmith.
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Dannia quietly asks, “I’ll put it near the tree for all to see. And you can take it from there?”
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “If you would leave it with my old friend Cyik. He will get it to my house.”
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Speaking to Laerli, Esana asks, “Would you like me to walk with you to my Mistress Gosaena?”
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Dannia nods to the Vaalorian blacksmith.
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Speaking to Laerli, Lyrna says, “I am glad that you will be able to find your rest at last.”
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Dannia nods.
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Laerli softly says, “Thank you all for what you’ve done for me.”
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Taye bursts into tears!
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(Dannia places the parchment near the tree.)
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Dannia drops a sheet of age-dark parchment.
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Laerli softly says, “You’ve honored me beyond words that I can express. I thank you for your time, for your care, and for your sacrifice.”
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Speaking heartily to Laerli, Ikkereik says, “Thank you for allowing me to grow as an individual and look beyond myself.”
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Ikkereik heartily says, “And the protection of my fellow fortress folk.”
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Laerli smiles.
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Speaking heartily to Laerli, Ikkereik says, “Im so glad to see that you find your peace.”
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Dannia agrees with Ikkereik.
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Ikkereik bows to Laerli.
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Dannia nods at Laerli.
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Speaking softly to a Vaalorian blacksmith, Laerli says, “Good bye, father.”
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Ikkereik sniffs.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “Till we meet again my dearest.”
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Speaking softly to Esana, Laerli says, “I will gladly take your company.”
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Lyrna lets out a long, contemplative breath.
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Laerli nods at Esana.
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Speaking to Laerli, Orssus says, “Rest well.”
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Esana collapses, slumping to the ground.
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Dannia quietly says, “Be at peace.”
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Lyrna shifts her weight.
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Speaking to Laerli, Krystalena says, “Peace be wtih you.”
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Mirious looks over the body of Esana, making sure she’s dead.
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The ghostly voice of Esana says, “Let us go together then.”
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Laerli nods.
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A silver sickle appears in the air, slicing a line and opening a portal to another place. You glimpse a strange world through the opening. You see:
[Purgatory]
You see endless streaming light, and vast nothingness. You feel torn between two prophecies, each vying for your soul.
Also in the room: All the spirits of those who could not choose.
Obvious exits: light and darkness
The opening quickly closes around Esana’s body, leaving a single white feather to float aimlessly away on an unfelt breeze.
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Mirious attempts to punch a Vaalorian blacksmith!
A close miss!
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Lyrna shivers.
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Speaking to a Vaalorian blacksmith, Mirious says, “Sorry rat.”
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Orssus glances at Mirious.
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Lyrna’s jaw drops.
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Cyik removes a burnished vaalorn longblade with a golden wyvern pommel from in his scarlet sheath.
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Cyik drops all defense as he moves into a battle-ready stance.
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Lyrna frowns.
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Orssus says, “Suddenly everyone has lost their mind.”
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Ikkereik put a sheet of age-dark parchment in his shearling jacket.
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Ikkereik deftly removes the vultite handaxe from his sheaths.
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Speaking to Mirious, Cyik asks, “You dare attack this poor man in his grief?”
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Ikkereik deftly removes the crimson vultite estoc from his sheaths.
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Speaking to Mirious, Lyrna says, “I would suggest apologising for that comment.”
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Cyik agrees with Lyrna.
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Cyik says, “And quickly.”
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Speaking to Mirious, Orssus says, “I would hope that was accidental.”
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Speaking to Cyik, Mirious asks, “Man? don’t you have eyes?”
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You see a fairly typical Vaalorian blacksmith.
It appears to be in good shape.
It has nothing at this time.
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Mirious says, “And it was I even said I was sorry for attacking the rat.”
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Cyik swings a burnished vaalorn longblade at Mirious!
Amazing slash to Mirious’s belly!
Nothing quite like that empty feeling inside.
Mirious drops dead at your feet!
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Dannia’s face turns slightly pale.
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Cyik says, “I will thank you, never to disrespect my friends like that again.”
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Cyik put a burnished vaalorn longblade with a golden wyvern pommel in his scarlet sheath.
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Orssus takes a slow, deep breath then pinches the bridge of his nose.
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Speaking to a Vaalorian blacksmith, Cyik says, “Let us leave. I will take some brandy with you.”
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “Thank you all for what you did for my daughter.”
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Dannia curtsies to a Vaalorian blacksmith.
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Lyrna bows to a Vaalorian blacksmith.
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Esana glances at a Vaalorian blacksmith and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
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Speaking to a Vaalorian blacksmith, Krystalena says, “May peace be with you always.”
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Cyik picks up a sheet of age-dark parchment.
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Cyik nods.
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Krystalena bows to a Vaalorian blacksmith.
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Lyrna says, “It was our honor.”
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Ahrairah gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
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Cyik says, “I’ll bring the painting.”
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Dannia smiles at Cyik.
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Dannia quietly says, “Thank you, Sir.”
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Speaking to a Vaalorian blacksmith, Orssus says, “Smith I am sorry at what just transpired.”
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Orssus says, “Be safe.”
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “Thank you all gain.”
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Orssus nods to the Vaalorian blacksmith.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith coughs.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith says, “Again.”
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Rozalie nods at Ikkereik.
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Ikkereik smiles.
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A Vaalorian blacksmith just went southeast.
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Ikkereik nods while tilting his ivory suede hat forward and giving a quick, teeth-flashing grin.
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The ghostly voice of Mirious says, “Damn evil elves.”
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Lord Legionnaire Commander Cyik just went southeast.
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Ahrairah adopts an agreeable expression.
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Lyrna frowns at Mirious.
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Orssus grabs Mirious’s body and drags it southeast.
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You notice Ahrairah moving stealthily southeast.
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Speaking to Krystalena, Lyrna says, “Orssus is a wise man.”
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Orssus just arrived.
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Krystalena nods.
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Orssus says, “Sorry about that.”
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Lyrna shakes her head.
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You say, “Glad to see she’s finally at peace.”
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Dannia quietly says, “Excuse me.”
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Lyrna says, “That was probably wise.”
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Dannia smiles.
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Lyrna agrees with you.
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Delicate elongated leaves on slender whips drape from the majestic old tree, evoking the image of tears on cheeks and echoing the sadness of the surroundings. Centered beneath the tree’s enveloping canopy, a single vaalorn longsword has been driven deep into the ground. Though simple in appearance, the crossguard and what is visible of the blade belie the work of an expert weaponsmith. The name Laerli flows down the blade in tiny lettering.
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Lyrna says, “Any who are still with me or who would like to join me, I will head back to King’s Court momentarily.”
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Speaking to a towering willow tree, you say, “And her sword will hopefully remain as a reminder of that terrible war.”
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Esana nods in agreement to you.
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Lyrna bows to a towering willow tree.
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Lyrna reaches out and touches a towering willow tree.
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Ikkereik heartily says, “I will guide mine there shortly.”
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Esana glances at a towering willow tree and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
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Ikkereik takes a few steps toward a towering willow tree.
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Ikkereik kneels down.
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Ikkereik heartily says, “I know im not a godly person but ive never meant anything so much in my life.”
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Ikkereik continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.
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Lyrna says, “I hope you have found your peace and that you are together again.”
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Lyrna smiles at Ikkereik.
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Lyrna nods.
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The willow tree’s whips swaying comes to a hault, seemingly at peace.
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Ikkereik stands up.
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Ikkereik reaches out and touches a towering willow tree.
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Taye smiles.
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Ikkereik sniffs.
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Rozalie reaches out and touches a towering willow tree.
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Taye gives Ikkereik a friendly hug.
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Krystalena nods at Lyrna.
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Orssus nods.
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Ikkereik gives Taye a friendly hug.
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Speaking to Esana, you say, “It’s as it should be I think. Laerli’s name is inscribed on the blade for all to read.”
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Esana nods in agreement to you.
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Taye agrees with you.
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Speaking to Esana, you say, “In time, Vindicto’s name will probably be lost.”
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Ikkereik agrees with you.
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Speaking to a towering willow tree, you say, “But Laerli’s name will remain.”
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Rozalie sniffs.
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Esana says, “As it should be.”
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Ikkereik smiles.
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Ikkereik heartily says, “Ive never thought beyond myself or oones i cared about before.”
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Ikkereik heartily says, “Now i will forvere think of more and more.”
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Ikkereik nods.
Esana was generous enough to provide me with the loresong to the katana so folks get a little more backstory to Laerli and how she became a ghost.
As the song begins, the katana quivers in response and the world around you shifts. An older elf stands before a young female clad in the livery of the Crimson Legion. He listens intently to the woman, a proud look upon his face. “Father”, she says, “my hundred years are nearly complete. Just a couple more months and I will be home again.” Smiling, the old elf replies, “I will have something special for you when you are.” Everything goes black as the ring of hammer on steel reverberates around you.
Willing your song deeper into the katana, your vision once again shifts. The old elf is hard at work in the forge. He confidently works the raw bluish-white vaalorn on the anvil, folding it again and again, shaping it to his satisfaction. As if sensing a presence watching, the blacksmith hovers closely over the recently shaped blade, his movements hidden from your vision. Mumbled words flit tantalizingly on the edge of hearing as a white glow emanates from the raw metal. Stepping back, the old elf raises the now crimson and ivory streaked blade, inspecting it for imperfections. “This will suit her well,” he says to no one in particular.
As you add an inquisitive melody to your song, the katana responds and the world around you changes. You are in a modest home, the decor plainly elven. The young soldier is speaking excitedly, “Father,” she says, “I have been transferred here to Ta’Vaalor.” Smiling, the old elf says, “That’s wonderful Laerli. It is comforting to know you are safe for your last few months.” The smile falls from his face as a cold wind blows through the area and a raspy voice is heard, “Surrender the Fortress and live.”
Your song takes on a life of its own. Minor chords dominate, creating a dark, foreboding feeling and your vision shifts outside one of Ta’Vaalor’s gates. Laerli lies in a pool of blood as battle rages throughout the scene. Multiple vathors cavort, in what can only be described as twisted bliss, among the fires burning unchecked upon the bridge. You watch in horror as one slams a flaming sword down with such force as to sever Laerli’s body in twain and proceeds to burn the remains beyond recall while emitting a hollow wail. The scene dissolves and the world goes black.
Your song slows to a plaintive wail, a dirge for the fallen and your vision clears. The old elf stands alone in the forge, looking down on a magnificent blade with tears in his eyes. Without a word, he wraps the blade in a piece of priceless crimson aqilorn and strides purposefully into the streets of Ta’Vaalor. Never slowing, a look of grim determination on his face, the elf makes his way to the portcullis protecting entry into Guardian Keep. A stern looking elf bearing the insignia of a Crimson Legion Officer snaps to attention and salutes the elf as he approaches.
Building to a keening wail, your song screams of loss and grief as a tears fall unchecked from your eyes. “You are certain of this old friend?” the officer asks. “I am, Lord Legionnaire Commander Cyik. Thank you for seeing me.”, the old elf says quietly. “I cannot bear to look upon it any longer,” the elf continues, “Please present it to His Majesty and ask him to distribute it appropriately at the Festival of the Fallen in memory of Laerli.” With an understanding nod, Lord Legionnaire Commander Cyik accepts the precious bundle. Without another word, the old elf turns and walks away. Your song fades into nothingness, taking the vision with it.
This was an awesome way to add to Ta’Vaalor’s lore and with a small addition to a room, commemorate a rather dark time in Elven Nation’s history. Laerli’s War, when Demons returned to the Elven Nations and Ta’Vaalor rode out to meet them.
The Legion’s Ranger
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