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Demons Altar
As I hurtled down the blade to boy,
Sliced through flesh young as planned,
I fixed the dagger into the stone,
So complete the glyph therein.
As struggling to escape the knife impale,
His last breath the child did losen,
The body stilled, the room did dark,
And voices bespoke to me,
Of secrets bleak and knowledge dark,
Of truths to smite my foes.
(I received these boons, my head held high,
Though down deep, below the bone,
I knew Id darkened my creation
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Shrine of Sirona
Your Grace, to fully appreciate my request, I have to regale you with a bit of history. As you are no doubt aware, during the Age of Dragons many a god gifted his or her followers powerful artifacts or embued areas with their potent magics, meant to turn the tide of war into their favor. When the compact was forged, the Elohim tribesmen were charged with protecting most of those artifacts. Im sure you are aware of some of them. After the fall of Bhall and the coming of the Age of Ice, they lost control of them and most were destroyed. As of now, they have not yet regained control of the remaining ones, and Im not sure they ever will as others now dispute their rights to them. Well, one of these sites held the remains of Immanuel Logos, one of Sironas most compassionate supporters. It is rumoured that Sirona herself build his tomb, wept over his body and assisted in his journey to the afterlife. The Elohim held it in great esteem, but the site was destroyed when Mulcarn rose.
Through diligent research and careful escavation, I have managed to salvage some small part of this sacred site. I propose we build a final resting place for this relic, a holy tribute to Sirona wisdom and compassion. I am sure this will improve our relations with the Elohim and it might even grant us a bit of compassion from Sirona herself.
The oaken throne creaked as the King leaned forward. Where is this relic, you so diligently describe, but is nowwhere to be seen?
Reaching inside her robes, the supplicant withdrew a small wooden box, no larger than a Balseraph snuff-box. She reverently shuffled towards the throne and knelt before the King, opening the box to his eyes only. Light burst from the box and illuminated the king, the throne, his advisor standing nearby and the wall behind. The Kings eyes went wide. Your Grace, I give you a true tear of Sirona. The woman spoke.
Three days later, construction started.