[BerylFlint]

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Life goes on within the streets of Aphros and Gloomlight as they always have. Non-magi and magi alike arise to the morning sun, beckoning in its warmth. Some will go to work as they always have, furthering their passions and their livelihoods in Athelios grace. Some will slip on Iron and Armor to protect their people, dawning colors of white or black that represent the weight of what and which they are. Some will rest, for the Night and its Umbra beckons opposite to those that work in the light. Yet for all of them, while life goes on, something is different than before. Something struck away, a loss painful as it is seething, felt in the absence of a foolish but true smile.

Bump

For some who slip on their armor, those who hold the color of White and Astra, one of these days will not be a standard one. They will rise, men and women alike, dawning ceremonial guard as they march into Gloomlights square, spears held to the skies above, swords kept safely in their sheathes, called for one reason only.

Bump

To grieve the cost of war and one important to them, the now late Sapphiron, Commander of the Astra Bastion. A funeral held beneath the sky led by the Oracle, accompanied by those that he commanded through tougher times, and open for those that continued to be affected by his loss.

Bump

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Bump
Gloomlight's Square

11/23/25 (Next Sunday)

[Drive]

The Light Finds No Escape
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The Skies do not open, and they are not clear. For clouds gathered strangely before the impending date, blocking out the sun and almost setting the square of Gloomlight into near darkness. Yet outside it's borders, the light is clear as day.  Whatever holds the clouds is something most potent, as the mana in the air smells different. 

Wind Magi can not dispell it, even those with mastery over the storm; the magic outclasses them for it is born of something that does not exist within the air itself. It is as if the clouds, themselves, are the mana; the sunlight fuels them. A feeling of change in the air, and the cold returns, the type of cold to ache bones and cause sickness in the population.

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Sunday 23rd.

Objective: Destroy the Statue of Athelios.

A Funeral To Remember.