Lucien's Rebuke of Nevaehlen

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“I wish for nuns of the Church to use the blood of elves as mascara,” spoke St. Raguel, insane.

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Estevot Heymor read this missive in his home in Balian and frowned. He recalled the fall of Vortice. He recalled the blood spilled in the East and how meaningless and worthless it was. How much pain was caused in the name of false Aenguls and the greed of old fools who masked their ambition with faith and disrespected the will of GOD with their cruelties and atrocities? He made his choice a long time ago, and he would stick with it. It was time for a trip to Neveahlen. He had a family he had to protect, whether they were elves or not. And he would not fail them again.

He looked over his old armor, his sword and axe, his old shield. He took a good look at the portrait of his late wife and his daughter. She was to be married soon. He would not sit back and allow the world to once more become soaked in the blood of the innocent when he could do something about it; this was not the world his children and grandchildren deserved.

"Lenora, Gusiam, though you have not responded to me before, hold on. I'm coming."