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A Boon, A Blade, A Bargain

 “Thirty years. Thirty years since I last saw this weapon. Since it nearly ended my life in that fetid, stinking cave.”

Something of great value and immense symbolic meaning has been given to Loramelian. 

Something retrieved from a grave that was nearly also his. 

To balance the scales of this debt, something of equal weight must be offered in return:

An heirloom of a life long vanished, of times nigh-vanished even from memory.

Something beautiful that she wishes new eyes to see.

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He has found more obscure things, over the years – or at least, more deeply buried ones. 

No matter how long-lost, legendary weapons have a way of resurfacing. 

They seek the light, as if compelled by the weight of their own stories to find the next chapter of their legacies.

There will be tracks to follow in his search for Ascalon – he is sure of it. 

He hasn’t found them just yet, but a promise is a promise, and perhaps in its own way a blessing. 

Perhaps a reconciliation of old tensions, and the older emotions that lie beneath them-

When one digs up the past, after all, there is no telling what they'll find.

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     Attendees: Loramelian, Lirael Equisol, Garret Richter (+2 more?)

Everything Else: You’re going to surprise me, aren’t you? With what it takes to keep my promise.