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CHAPTER ONE CONCLUSION STAGE
The Beginnings of What We Know Now

The news spread through solemn whispers – Commander Emberheart was dead. Dead at the wall.
“There lies dead the best woman I ever knew…” a guard was venting shaking his bloodstained head, “Zehira take you storm lord! .. she was the best I knew…” He roared out towards the sky.

Suddenly the guard swore and stumbled back as heap of a body came staggering out of the rain and fell atop him. Hammon, the Seer monk of the Order, gasped and chocked as he tumbled over the guard, covered in blood and mud. His hand reached achingly towards Dulin.

“You must take my eye…” The monk whizzed, ripping the eye patch off his head, “My.. glass eye.” There sown into the vacant socket was a glimmering glass orb. “It helps the blind.. see…” blood dribbled out his mouth, “It must get back.. to the Order.. in Kryn. It must…” With that old monk exhaled his last shuttering breath, and was no more.

Out on the fields the storm had finally peaked…

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The Morning After

“Listen up folks.” A ragged looking man croaked, “Lord Mi’zral has called a general meeting at noon at his manor, or what’s left of it. He has asked for a few people in particular to be present, the rest of you are welcome to attend if able, by the gods... is this all that is left of us here?” He stammered before turning away and trekking back through the wreckage outside.

It had been like this all morning, men from the manor coming in, taking accounts, distributing rations, clearing debris.

A gray haze blanketed the sky. Slug and fire and ice covered the grounds. Nearly all animals of labour and livestock were rotting corpses, and where a magnitude of equipment and caravans once stood, now remained a field of ruins.

Lady Elsah and Emissary Lesha, as well as several others, had been taken to the manor and were attending a private meeting since sunrise. The funeral pyres had burnt all night…

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