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It is said the voices of the dead forever echo through time. That their songs remain lifted through the clouds which dot the sky, prophesying their long-suffering resurrection. It is in the legends how they are heard among the many and through actions how they are remembered among the few. The very deeds of mankind bore upon the fate of the children who long slept in death's slumber.
The blasting trumpets of the Legion marked the morning of winter's solstice, a day which would be remembered by the heroic actions of valiant souls. In that morning, as the trumpets thundered and Sielah rose from the east, General Livia Senusius, along with a gathering of her men, linked their arms and offered prayers to the sun goddess. The bitter cold chilled both the flesh and spirits of the soldiers as their standard was raised among the high walls of Bardrilundr.
General Senusius then gazed out among the fortress' high walls and out into the snow-strewn landscape.
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“I’ll make it home, Lorthil. Don’t you worry. Always remember that I love you.”
Lorthil was told this by his wife and mate Letra right before she left their home of Rahale to report for military service. A war had begun far off to the southwest in the realm of Durnatel, where a radical group led by a man named Endane overthrew the monarchy and wanted to turn Mausolea into a powerful empire like it had been in time’s past. Working to help stop the coup and restore the monarchy to power alongside the remaining loyal Durnatels was the allied kingdom of Mausolea. Sending military support to the loyalists and exiled monarchy Durnatel unintentionally ignited a fearsome and bloody conflict which appeared to have no end or compromise. Three years and many lives later, the Mausolean forces withdrew along with the surviving Durnatel loyalists. The empire firmly stood its ground and did not expand any further beyond its borders, believing they had triumphed.
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Following Lissira the last mile or so to the Windlight encampment, it was certainly a sight to behold. It was not a collection of simple and temporary tents in a clearing, but a place of strength and permanence. A wooden wall standing at least ten feet high created a perimeter around a semicircular plot of land where dugouts formed several concentric semicircular rings which ended at the former tree line along the Nebough River. Standing in the center of the encampment was a small stone fort with a flat roof. Between the rows of dugouts were shorter fir trees arranged in rows, to provide a bit of cover from the sun on the otherwise grassy ground.
Nolan shook his head in amazement. His parents lived in Windlight territory, only he had not been there to see them in years. The other four griffins accompanying him had their consolidated breath taken away at the intricate encampment. Lissira glanced back and quickly took notice of her follower’s faces. She smiled finding the expressio
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Lavinia walked through the open door into Desmond and Malai’s dugout. Her beak had curved into a soft smile, she appeared to be at peace. Immediately Ridva rushed toward her mother, fearing she had done something she felt was wrong.
“Mum, is the she-wolf dead?”
Answering quickly, Lavinia’s voice was soft and hard to understand.
Ridva’s golden eyes widened and she could feel her heart sink.
“Did you kill the she-wolf? Mum? Did you?”
With the same soft smile she shook her head and answered proudly.
“No, I did not. I’m glad I wasn’t there to see it happen. I did go in there wanting to gut Bara alive, but I realized getting revenge would not bring me or Siggoth peace. Apparently Bara wanted for me to kill her, but I did not grant her wish for a merciless death. My actions would have made us all appear to be no different than the wolves we faced. If we are no better than our enemy, we should be considered the rea