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It was almost as if he had forgotten what sunlight had felt like upon his flesh.  It’s warmth breathing life back into his spirit and suddenly he began to remember.  He began to remember all the times . . .
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And so, as he concluded his time of reminiscence he would kneel before the ashen shrine reciting a brief Draconic prayer.  His sword was The Father’s to wield.

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Haskir remembers the days of yore when he's fought alongside Draakopf Doomforged, a Harbinger of Fire and fellow of the Heralds. Thinking for a moment, he ponders if the dwarf were ready to become Ordained. He wonders, then prods Eluitholnear and Zahkriikyzer for council. "Perhaps."
@Werew0lf@Milenkhov

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Bakir Ireheart grips his axe as he prepares on killing orcs. But he truly hopes in his heart he does not have to kill his cousin… 

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A High Elf points himself out in the Sillumirian Armor from that one time they went into the Altar of Fire. The day giving him great pride, and even greater pride that he could and continues to fight along side one of the greatest dwarves of this age.

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ELUITHOLNEAR remains silent upon being asked for council. Eventually, the Inquisitor Eternal lofts his palm, squinting at the other dragonkin. "He is more than worthy. You have forsaken his duties."

 

"Brother Haskir -- you do as you please. That is my council." The man answered plainly, strumming his index-finger against the strands of his lute.

 

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