[Shanal]

 

"These visions that haunt my dreams,

I hear you, Father,

A realm of eternal strife; the clangor of blades, the reek of burnt ash, the bellow of combat, the spatter of crimson—the wound you bear, I feel it echo within.

Just as your call reaches me, as it draws me, as it beckons, and as it compels—the pyres that wane, yet crackle still.

By the blood I was bequeathed, by the bond divine, your decree I shall heed, your summons I shall answer."

The flames of War God burned bright, and many were the revelations laid bare to his faithful in years past. Between the vanquishing of the Felfyraxes' Aspect, and the trembling of cosmos in the wake of the schism; the fractures in divine hierarchies. Yet none were more urgent, none more dire than the grievous wounding of Ualdir himself.

In the wake of which they emerge; the visions that haunt the nights of his ordained Nephilim—flashes of divine suffering, glimpses of a realm engulfed in endless strife, and a distant pull, drawing him toward a Runegate of silvery hues.

A beckoning; perhaps forged in the crucible of all that is wrought and achieved, or to herald that final decree of providence, the trial of faith, of convictions.

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Character: Eivor Ualdirsson
Attendees: Mainly followers of Ualdir; those invited ICly
Tone: Ualdir, Faith, War, Desolation
Reward: Lore Reveal, to be discussed
Risk: All of it. End us.
DM: Milly