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[!] This short note would find itself in the arms of every Embered paladin one way or another. To us, brothers and sisters in our vocation to Xan. It is high time we discuss an important matter. A matter that at the end of this long road will cast us in the shade of defeat if not remedied. I call upon all those with the fire of the Lion in their souls and those they are tempering to hold His flame to meet in our shared keep in four Elven days. We are the bastions protecting the world. It is time that we reflect that. -Aurae of Arbi’a

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Old lore: New Lore (new redline underlined:) Reasoning:

oh i want this rewrite... i want this rewrite i want it so bad...

A scaled being eyed the man in front of him as he gave quiet reverence to the banner that claimed his soul. "Bithe'Vah dul."

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An Azdrazi sits and hopes no one else is using the symbol he uses to brand his Heralds.

Pardon if it came off relatively toxic. I've been at work for 7 hours (i am very tired.) and I'm very autistic. My intention isn't to say "all azdrazi are being disrespectful!!!" It's more "people are whether intentionally or not, it happens. Considering the high stakes nature of the eventline. It's to be expected and I think it's a bit... Lack for a better word, cringe, to say everyone is being respectful." That goes for both sides obviously.

"He is here..." A paladin, reached for her head with a glowing left arm, wreathed in silver light. Forehead drenched in sweat from imaginary heat. She'd look to the ceiling as if it was sky. Remembering the scenes of the previous Elven day. A man laying in front of the Tree, the tears. "We will make this worth it..."

[!] The sun had just yet cemented itself in the center of calm skies when it came. All across Aevos it was seen and felt. A golden wave of Xannic energy cascading across the sky. Disturbing clouds like seafoam on water as it shot across the sky. Following this abnormal display in the heavens the distinct tolling of a bell was heard. Bong, bong, bong the bell tolled. For Helios had rung once more. Those that knew what the ringing of the bell meant would be comforted, invigorated, resolved even. Justice has been brought to the world. The light of Xan seemingly illuminating the shadows of the world once more. A reminder that the Sun would not and had not set. But in the darkness. Those that would see to it that the Sun would be extinguished. At the sound of Helios’ tolling would feel fear. Deep and existential. Dread unlike any other that would grip their very beings. For He was judging them. Lasting for but a moment as it too abated. Justice was served. The Sun smiled high up in the sky. He was reminded that his Duty was still being followed.