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ead and bearing the sun crest-fluttered across five provinces, each ruled by a noble house sworn to Queen Elirya Velmorne, the last
ory. And some flames, once left to f
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nge lights in the woods. Livestock vanished, and trees bled sap as black as pitch. The court mage, Lysarion, dismisse
ess to the mage whose eyes glowed faintly with a sickly blue hue. When she extended her reign b
the Nint
screamed and dropped dead in mid-flight. In the western province of Yll, children wer
stood on the balcony of Velmoria's high tower, her voice booming unnaturally
armor fused to rotting flesh. They called her the Mother of Return. Cities fell not to invasion, but to inte
ere met by five thousand of the queen's fallen. In one night, the grasslands blackened. The Ir
lowing softly with blue fire. Her kingdom was no longer ruled, but haunt
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she speaks to the bones of her court, giving counsel to those who can no longer speak. And that the mage Lysarion lives still, fused
fall in the way k
, mutated,
stillness
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