[DirectorBright]

With the conclusion of the Festival of Echoes, a change had come over the site of that pillar. The faint whispers of legacies and impressions made drift about those runed panels, and darkness runs ever thicker in shaded paths. The faithful grow in number, the sight of trailing shadows in their wake more and more frequent. A surge of power ripples through those blessed with Radiance, as the umbral runes burn with arcane might.

So goes the great work, ever on and on. The faithful, brought together and given strength in unity. Bound under oaths to their kin, to stand as one and press forwards- and now bolstered by the very bonds that give life meaning. For it was ever the power of man to make such connections, ever his strength to devote himself and believe in something greater. To press on as one.

When we push together, we move mountains.
The power that I wield was in part given to these masses for themselves, to raise them higher as I've ever sought to do.
Last, we healed wounds. We unmade something that the world should've never seen.

Now, we create something that it should.

I beckon those who have stood with us before, as the candles light and our faith blooms. I welcome those who are perhaps uncertain, or those whom wish for inspiration. Those who wish to see another glimpse, another sight of what can be wrought by the hands of men without need to lean on outer powers or make shady deals in souls. To reshape the world, even if it is in the smallest degrees.

Though if you're afraid of the dark, perhaps stay home.

Once more, incense is steadily gathered. Prayers grow higher and louder as another festival is already planned, already in order. The adherents to the Lord of Shadows seem invigorated, hushed breaths speaking of a rite to be performed amidst the gathering. A term from decades prior, in a now-bygone era.

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A Festival of Nocturne

Kindlehelm, The Pillar of Shadows (919, 654, 1)
Sunday, January 25th, 2026
4pm EST