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A large memorial slab has been raised upon the ruins of Greywynn, A large cross is printed on top, a small text carved into the stones. 

 

"In memory of those who died defending the lands of Anthos from the North. Breached by none, taken not by enemies, but betrayal from their own ranks. May their souls rest by the Creators right hand. Along with their previous enemies, may the creator bless their souls." 

 

A list of names have been carved into the stones: 

 

"May our brethren rest in peace. They died for the people of Anthos"

 

Sariants: 

 

Eldak Songsteel
Gadreel Songsteel
Theralin Daleborn
Erul 
Tear
Sariant Ragnarok Torrin
Vincent Olo
Tadok Azog
Erik Azog
Maur Azog
William Sparrow
John Culan
Sten
Jaffa
Julia
Anna
Hans 
Rae
Dylan
Tom 
Joseph
Delzio
Akel
Wes
Cade
Queen Allison Denurem
Hochmeister Mirtok Denurem
 
The last name is scratched out, as if the mason had second thoughts about his death.
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Grant stands in front of the pillar, nodding as he closes his eyes...

 

"It was the right thing to do, Sariants, thank you for giving me the chance of being one of you..."

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From a distance, a dark figure wrapped in a cloak as black as night and adorning a blacksteel helmet which had been forged rigidly as to match it's otherwise dire appearance sat upon a horse of black hair and dark eyes. There lay an aura of cold about it's tall figure; no warmth was present to comfort it whilst  it observed the tribute pillar from afar, for warmth was no-longer an essence of it's being. It's flame of life had been snuffed out long ago, but Death had not gripped it with it's icy, boney hands. The creature has remained unclaimed in a limbo, but it still retained the memories it held in the past.

The tall creature tugged at the reigns it held in it's cold, metallic gauntlets, coaxing the horse to trot forward. Upon reaching the pillar, from it's belt it would draw an ornate dagger, and then promptly carve a name next to the various others.

"Sakral Viktor 'Two-Eyes' Delacroix"

With only a moment to think back to the past as to comfort itself soon after applying the name, the Lord of Infliction would ride off seconds later; into the chilled fray and breaking of the world.



 
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