6.1.1-4
A lull in the wars of wrath, a summer tempest night, a harbinger night/
An outlander, cowled, on the House Aemghyr gates: that, he knocked.
Archthundereress S’lera an Aemghyr, her elite thunderers, her warriors/
Atop their battlements, lightning sparks crackling in hands, wary: that, they were.
S’lera [Stranger standing at our gates, hark! Uninvited, unwelcomed/
A grim doom about you, perceived, felt—begone or be dead: that, I order!]
Stranger [From Outlands, lost Gifted tribe, decimated by Ungifted swarms/
Of mind whispering gifted mother, will force gifted father—P’ladin an Aelur: that, I be.]
6.2.1-4
S’lera [Houseless outlander, hark! Bother House Mnyem or House Vaeskyr, as by your Gift/
Our adversaries, our enemies, their filthy mongrels—unwanted: that, I declare!]
P’ladin [My gone brethren, parents—peace, cooperation, no division by Gift/
Tired, cold, hungry—from you, food, shelter, only for this night: that, I implore.]
S’lera [Suspicious story, tale of Unity—mocked, ridiculed, dismissed as falsehood/
My elites, my soldiers, hark! This Houseless mongrel—strike him down: that, I order!]
P’ladin—hood of cloak lowering, gaze rising, glaring at all atop House Aemghyr ramparts/
S’lera, her warriors, shocked, scared—blue light, his eye orbs: that, they glowed.
6.3.1-4
P’ladin [Those rejecting charity, generosity, peace, Unity—enemies of all my Aelur brethren/
Those acting as Ungifted toward Gifted not their own—also my enemies: that, I proclaim!]
P’ladin—by will force, a blue light aura surrounding him, lifting from ground/
By mind whispering, S’lera, her warriors—lightning waning, frozen in place: that, he achieved.
P’ladin [Archthunderess S’lera an Aemghyr, House Aemghyr elite thunderers, soldiers/
Callousness, warmongering, Aelur kinslaying—for you, these end this night: that, I announce!]
P’ladin—a wave of his hand, by will force thunderclap, shattering House Aemghyr battlements/
Terrified S’lera, her warriors—falling all about, screaming, injured, dead: that, he accomplished.
6.4.1-4
S’lera [Behold, oh Lord Creators, faithful House Aemghyr’s ramparts in ruins/
My injuries, my fallen warriors—all brought about by only one man: that, I lament!]
S’lera [Woe is this night of the fall of my House. How, two Gifts, can this devil wield?/
By Archseer J’radin an Saekeryn’ vision, is he the Archlord of Power prophesied: that, I wonder.]
P’ladin [I know not of Ruling Houses, visions, prophecies, Archlords of Power/
What I know—my Gifts, from the Everchanging Dream of the Lord Creators, they come: this, I answer.]
P’ladin [What I also know—splintered Aelyr kingdom, my Aelur brethren fractured/
The kin deaths, kin enslavement, destruction—healed, all these must be: that, I state.]
6.5.1-4
P’ladin [War, misery, oppression by despotic Ruling Houses—corrected, this will be/
Peace, common Aeluryn identity, unity in purpose—reclaimed, these will be: that, I pledge!]
S’lera [On my last breaths, the wisdom of such words, sensed and agreed. My Aemghyr family, hark!/
Under guidance of P’ladin an Aelur—our House, you must rebuild: this, I ask.]
S’lera [From this fateful night onward, for Aelkyr Kingdom restoration, for securing our future/
Spread my final words—lead us to Unity, P’ladin an Aelur will: this, I say!]
The defeat of House Aemghyr, the death of Archthunderess S’lera an Aemghyr/
P’ladin an Aelur's coming, first victory—after Aelkyr' founding, (321) summers: that, these were chronicled.
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