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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5344068" data-attributes="member: 60965">Session 31, Part 16 “All the True Stones?  What do you mean all?” “There are around a thousand,” Bahamut said.  “The Grimwythe will not rest – especially if the Tree that keeps them locked away is destroyed by Iron Sky - until all of them are returned to the land.” “How will we do that?  Don't the Skylands need them to keep flying?” Kormak said.  “Won't the people on those Skylands want to keep theirs?” Bahamut nodded and tapped the top of the Spire of Direction.  “You have this, Keeper, and the Crystal Towers Defenses to convince them.” “I'm not sure they'll be convinced.  After all, Harold's people have lived on and around the Crystal Towers for centuries and they don't seem to know anything about them.” “They'll learn soon enough, but that doesn't matter at the moment.  You must Raise Felskein to join them, merge the Skylands to the continent, and land them together in the Endless Sands.  You must do this quickly, for when the One Tree dies, the Grimwythe will come quickly for the Stones and you must return the Stones before they do or many will die in the process.” “So, what is the Grimwythe?” Kormak said.  “We've heard how bad it is, even saw... well... something in the pool on Velea's Skyland when we first visited it, but what is it?” Bahamut glanced up at the sky and was still for a long moment.  “Long ago, we found ourselves the lonely rulers of this world, a world verdant and green with vast oceans of crystal-blue waters.  But we were alone.  We made the first of the races to share our world, but in our ignorance made them as slaves rather than children and to make them we stole the essence of the world itself, siphoned it away into Stones of vast power.  But the world was made by something older even than we, grown around an immense Seed of silversteel that our distant, primitive ancestors stared at in wonder as we roamed the land with stone clubs, wondering at our own origins.  The Seed created the force we named the Grimwythe, to reclaim the power that we stole from the Seed of the World. “We fled our problem, used the power of the Stones to lift Felskien into the skies.  The other continents weren't so lucky, shattering into a thousand pieces as our stolen elemental magics ripped them from the bosom of the world.  Still the Grimwythe reached for us, to the very skies. We created Iron Sky in an attempt to battle the guardians of the Seed that would take our precious True Stones from us and doom us to slavery or destruction at our slave-children's hands.  Iron Sky failed us.  Our children overthrew us, starting with the most powerful, the ones we made in our own image – the dragons.  One by one we were hunted down despite our power, until only I remained and survived, to go into hiding and plan for a day... this day... when the world would be set to right." Bahamut looked to the horizon.  “And now they gather to finish what they started.” Enormous silver wings unfurled, blotting out the sun like the sails on a massive ship.  “I trust in you know as I have trusted in you this whole time. Let Felskein Rise from the Endless Sands, unite the Skylands, and return the True Stones to the Grimwythe.  Only then will our children find the peace they deserved.” Bail knelt at Bahamut's feet and the Elarim patted the half-dragon on the head.  “You have served me well.  Serve my children once I am gone.” The gust of wind as Bahamut launched into the air nearly knocked all of them down.  They stood and watched for a moment as the last Elarim flew into the west, where dragons circled like a flock of hungry crows.  They did not wait for the battle between the last of the creators and the first of the created to begin, but instead turned to follow Keeper into the tower, to finish what they had started and begin the end.</blockquote>

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