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"It has been over a hundred years," the voice of one councilor rose up, not exactly in protest.
There in the great halls of the Sharyrdian Temple, The Council had gathered. From the chapel the choir's perpetual song echoed through space and time, reaching both their minds and their ears, and yet here in this place amongst one another they convened with spoken words. Their halls were illuminated by the great shards of the Shorai crystal that lay imbedded in pillars and inset in the walls, and even the ceilings and archways. Chambers and corridors alike were decorated with this luminous crystal, and though it was often paired with torchlight, in this meeting place they dwelt only in the Shorai's light. Yet, even in the depth of this place, the absence of the sun was felt. Corners seemed darker, walls seemed taller, and everything felt further apart. But these were also the symptoms of many things.
"We cannot forsake those who have only ever been our friends and allies," retorted the voice of High Councilor Táralóm.
The new Council Chamber was a great, circular room. Ascending pews rose up around, separated by four great archways leading out. It was in these places where the Councilors sat, and at the center of the room was a great round table, where the 24 of The Conclave took their place. At the center of the table a great shard of the Shorai rose up to a point, and high above from the ceiling another great shard reached down to another point, opposing each other from a short distance.
"The Knights of Anatheum are sure unprepared to come to us with our lands as they are. Would they even know?"
"Surely they must."
There was a quiet that dwelt with them for a moment, until finally, a decision was reached.
"Very well, we shall send escort for our ancient allies, and give them safe passage to Sharyrdaes, and we will show them what we have learned."
These woods were far from what anyone would expect to experience but only a short distance further on. Falwood was vast, and more than this there was life in these trees. Since Aeraesar had been plagued, the well traveled paths had grown over, thickets had risen in their place, and it was as though the forest itself tried to deter travelers from finding their way to their lands. If such was the case, then Erën thought it a blessing. One would be folly to travel through those cursed lands unprepared, and even those who were... it was a twisted land now, where its trees seemed not to deter you from danger, but rather bring it upon you themselves.
He drew in a deep breath, and pulled his thoughts away from those things and pulled too his eyes away from the fire he sat near. He and his most trusted friends, Aidathin and Te'leis had been sent to escort the Knights who were now expected to be near very soon. While at one time such a visit from the Knights of Anatheum would be of no cause for alarm, needing no invite or escort, being welcomed without ire even after such a breadth of time, their coming at this time was not exactly the case. They were welcome of course, but their faith in the Knight's preparation for where they sought now to travel through was... low. It did not speak to their opinion of the Knights, rather, it spoke to their opinion of the curse in which they dealt with. Once they knew it and saw it, they would be better equipped, but until then... this was necessary.
"Te'leis, do you see anything?"
There in the great halls of the Sharyrdian Temple, The Council had gathered. From the chapel the choir's perpetual song echoed through space and time, reaching both their minds and their ears, and yet here in this place amongst one another they convened with spoken words. Their halls were illuminated by the great shards of the Shorai crystal that lay imbedded in pillars and inset in the walls, and even the ceilings and archways. Chambers and corridors alike were decorated with this luminous crystal, and though it was often paired with torchlight, in this meeting place they dwelt only in the Shorai's light. Yet, even in the depth of this place, the absence of the sun was felt. Corners seemed darker, walls seemed taller, and everything felt further apart. But these were also the symptoms of many things.
"We cannot forsake those who have only ever been our friends and allies," retorted the voice of High Councilor Táralóm.
The new Council Chamber was a great, circular room. Ascending pews rose up around, separated by four great archways leading out. It was in these places where the Councilors sat, and at the center of the room was a great round table, where the 24 of The Conclave took their place. At the center of the table a great shard of the Shorai rose up to a point, and high above from the ceiling another great shard reached down to another point, opposing each other from a short distance.
"The Knights of Anatheum are sure unprepared to come to us with our lands as they are. Would they even know?"
"Surely they must."
There was a quiet that dwelt with them for a moment, until finally, a decision was reached.
"Very well, we shall send escort for our ancient allies, and give them safe passage to Sharyrdaes, and we will show them what we have learned."
These woods were far from what anyone would expect to experience but only a short distance further on. Falwood was vast, and more than this there was life in these trees. Since Aeraesar had been plagued, the well traveled paths had grown over, thickets had risen in their place, and it was as though the forest itself tried to deter travelers from finding their way to their lands. If such was the case, then Erën thought it a blessing. One would be folly to travel through those cursed lands unprepared, and even those who were... it was a twisted land now, where its trees seemed not to deter you from danger, but rather bring it upon you themselves.
He drew in a deep breath, and pulled his thoughts away from those things and pulled too his eyes away from the fire he sat near. He and his most trusted friends, Aidathin and Te'leis had been sent to escort the Knights who were now expected to be near very soon. While at one time such a visit from the Knights of Anatheum would be of no cause for alarm, needing no invite or escort, being welcomed without ire even after such a breadth of time, their coming at this time was not exactly the case. They were welcome of course, but their faith in the Knight's preparation for where they sought now to travel through was... low. It did not speak to their opinion of the Knights, rather, it spoke to their opinion of the curse in which they dealt with. Once they knew it and saw it, they would be better equipped, but until then... this was necessary.
"Te'leis, do you see anything?"