One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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Adversity is the fire that surrounds the soul. And through the tempering it provides, one is prepared for the challenges to come.
Lars Hedric, Priest of the Holy Order of Earoni
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"They're still at it?" Wrapped in a heavy fur to drive away the chill, Sheala's fingers drummed on the hilt of the sword presented to her by Sayra during their stay in the Elven Kingdoms. She swore the breeze off the ocean, combined with being up on this mountain, was only adding insult to the fact that winter was nearly upon them.
"Yep." Reane nodded. The captain followed up her response by taking up a comfortable position. Reclining against a towering piece of rubble, she waited.
The First Daughter and First Son kneeled silently off in the distance within what had once been a grand structure. Based solely off of its current state of ruin, it was hard to understand what it once might have looked like.
Sheetah, curled up in a blue ball, hadn't left Sayra's side.
"Why here though?" Sheala attempted to mirror her friend's posture until a piece of jagged stone digging into her back forced her to stand. "I mean, ok, I get it. It's a holy site. I guess. My mother used to tell us stories about the Great Shrine of Earoni, The First Temple. But it's been in ruins for a century."
"Almost two." Reane corrected her friend's timeline of events. "Since about four years after the fall of Hitithe and the rise of Lord Hedric. That's when an earthquake from a volcanic eruption toppled it like children's play blocks." The captain held up her arm and swung it down, portraying the motion of a collapsing building. "They say Earoni herself sent the calamity to bury and protect sacred artifacts brought here after the fall of Hitithe."
"Yeah, I know the stories." With a sigh, Sheala focused on the place she'd never come to until now. "Mother used to take missions out here all the time. She'd be gone for a month sometimes." Pits dug around the site marked the landscape. Each a remnant of excavations in search of whatever was being sought. Some, she was sure, predated her mother's tenure as High Administrator of the Temple.
