The Second Isolation and what lies beyond.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

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Qudlia sat beside the Primarch. Her red gaze turned to his own, The Primarch looked only ahead. Whipping the leather reigns. Qudlias heart felt a sting of pain. She looked back at the gathered caravan. Horses and wagons pulled the group of ker far from the city they once called home. Apart of her wishes Ailmar to join them, instead she would reside herself to what ever fate he chose for himself. The ker gathered herself.  Silent as the group pushed onward. Down the road and across Arcas. 

Across the flats, hills. Through the murky dark swamp. The ker ventured through thick trees. Renelia had fallen. Their kin scattered once more. A promise was made, between the Onyx. Forget not their roots, from wince they came. Their kin would find their own path. Without them. 

Thus dawned the second age of Onyx Isolation. Free of the past, to pursue the will of the spirits. Walk the path of their ancestors. Find their peace within Stargush’Stroh. 

Across a war torn land strode the group. Back to a land of yore. Finding a place to dwell. As the world reigned down fire, as demonic forces invaded the south. 

These descendants prepare, for the next world. This world, and what ever may lie ahead. 

[Tulan 443]

Ruathar smiled as they stood at the balcony og their new home, which overlooked the Onyx Sanctum. "We will do right by our people by bringing us closer to the spiritual." He looked off into the distance, hoping that their journey has been worth it, and wishing for a day where all ker will once again stand united.