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[!] A simple note was left in reply. "Disciplined soldiers" do not demand a refund from allies withdrawing.

Aurae claps. "That's an honorary paladin right there!"

[!] This letter found itself in all the hands of Embered Paladins one way or another. In my months traveling I have been made aware, by pure luck I suppose. That you all have managed to lose the allies I and my Mal’onn worked hard on securing for you. Do you wish to lose? Does your single minded arrogance and hubris feel the weight of your actions yet? Will you realize your actions when Azdromoth has burned half the realm? When the Silverblade speaking on behalf of the Sunlit Lord gave of us the Ultimatum; Unity or Blood. What did you all think that meant? Did you think it extended only to the borders of one Order? Ne, my comrades. It extends to the borders of all those that would see the Dark felled. But you all cannot even Unify into a single Order. You all cannot work together. You all cannot even work together with allies made for a common fight. Truly your hubris knows no end. What would He say if He came down to our realm and saw how you all treat each other? Scheming to disconnect your fellow Embered based on evidence that you cannot prove. Acting higher than the descendants of the four brothers we swore to protect. I would not be surprised if He abandoned us again. Taking with him our Embers. When the Silverblade again came and bid us to Unify the world once more to fell Azdromoth. You all staggered and stumbled. It was only thanks to the work of a few that you had allies offer their support. I will be returning from my short pilgrimage on spreading His message and finding my Mal’onn to set you all right. For there will be no Order or realm for us to return to if this is not remedied. So I say, and will continue to say if it is not followed; Unify. Unify. Unify. We are not above descendants. We are below them. We are their protectors, and their guides. Our purpose is to keep them safe from the Dark so they can be free and act how they please. So His Order can be made manifest. But yet there will be none of His Order if you all continue to let arrogance and hubris grip at the heart of the Ember you have taken on. You will either follow me into Light and Order. Or you will all sink and drown in Darkness. In a burned out husk of a realm with no one to protect and a Lord lost. Make your choice upon my return. Unity is our Salvation. Salvation is our Liturgy. -Aurae

Aurae sighs even harder in disappointment at her fellow paladins as another ally withdraws.

Aurae signs in disappointment at her fellow Paladins as this missive somehow reached her hands.

I expect the azdrazi to be singing this when they kill Xan.

Aurae sat and cried at an ever-burning flower. Unaware of the new Keeper's made. Nor caring, for she thought, like her brother, that the Lord that Embered her soul did not care for her service. Picking herself up, she'd turn to the flower once more. Giving it a final look over as she looked upon the Wolsong Tree. Then back down to her arms and hands. Emanating that same Emerald, grassy haze that she grew accustomed to over the century. In the light of the Morning Lord all she did was seen. "I do not ask to know the reasoning you take for your decisions. It is not my place as your knight. He gave himself to you heart and soul, forever in leal service to you. I understand, why, but..." She let out a sigh. Lengthy and shaky. "But as bid to me as one of your wardens, and seekers. I will see your message and will be shared." She'd walk out of the chancery. Out of the Keep, out of the Urguani mountains. Who knew where she was going. Who knew if anyone would see her again. But she left, to find her brother. To spread Xan's message. "I will carry the torch to lands unknown. If I return, I just hope. That the Sun hasn't set."

A paladin wrote to the Archbishop immediately.

[!] 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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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.

A man scratched his arm. Tired of wearing this skin. "Father will do just fine without me. I only answer to one, and it is not Him." Ash fluttered in the air as the letter he was holding erupted into flame.