04-19-2026, 01:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-19-2026, 01:18 AM by PostsforIncogs.)
The Mist Island stirs.
The dwarf women of the Prism Sisterhood move in silence, opening the gates of the sacred wellspring. One by one, old weapons are pulled from the lake: steel dulled by time, but not forgotten. Thin lines of crystal begin to surface, catching what little light the sky gives. Heat follows, enough to remind anyone watching that something lives beneath.
The dwarf women of the Prism Sisterhood move in silence, opening the gates of the sacred wellspring. One by one, old weapons are pulled from the lake: steel dulled by time, but not forgotten. Thin lines of crystal begin to surface, catching what little light the sky gives. Heat follows, enough to remind anyone watching that something lives beneath.
The only Druid of the North Speaks
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Quote:We will not cower before opportunistic hyenasWho attack a wounded animal in packs.Come, come, and you shall be met with fire and iron.The very same elements that warm the earth and bring life to these lands.Come, and you shall be branded by the Lifestream as the cattle that you are.(AMOY)
She will die protecting her land