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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Pedestrian" data-source="post: 4040802" data-attributes="member: 40208">Epilogue: Snowflakes and SpiderswebsIn the months that followed, changes would come. Lord Jarmaath, a noble lord, took it upon himself to reward each hero individually.Andel he guided into the depths of the Jasite shrine, wherein were kept many relics. In a stone coffin that predated the artistry of the Empire, leaves in autumn colours lay. The lord bid young Andel to command the leaves with the word Kinori. As Andel did thus, the leaves swirled up, clothing him in fey armour made of thorns and the old powers dancing in the morning mist.To Sol, he presented a crown, obtained from the north. The threat to Elsir gone, Jarmaath met the warrior as he prepared a horse to ride out across Elsir and all Crucis, to see the world. Jarmaath’s gift to Sol was Clarity. An iron band set with three sparkling diamonds. When Sol set the pretty thing across his brow, he understood.Finally, to Xerxes, the old Lord arranged to meet for private council. He explained to the northerner that he was to renounce his place as Lord of the city but he could not, in good conscience, leave the city bereft of protectors. As his last act, he would appoint Xerxes Steward of the Dawn Way, stationed at Vraath Keep. To keep the mystic occupied during his time there, he presented a small trinket, the puzzles of which he left for Xerxes to discover.Jarmaath stepped down, Lady Kaal took his place. The Temple would be led by High Templar Cohen, and the True Law under the Autarch began construction of the Citadel in Brindol. Dragons – mercenaries bought from Dennovar – took the place of Lions. A statue was erected at Nimon Gap, now known as Mage’s Stand for the heroic last stand of the mage Marcus. Drellin’s Ferry was rebuilt.Months passed, the snows fell. Soon, the Thunder Son festival would be upon Elsir.Green eyes, looking out from thick bushes overlooking Starsong Hill, narrowed. Slim fingers, gloved in silk uncannily like a spiders, clenched around thorns.“We will be avenged.”</blockquote>

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