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Events News Post #149

The End...Finally

Written by: Anonymous
Date: Saturday, July 30th, 2011
Addressed to: Everyone


Ora, the spectral bride of Dis still sought a way to the above world. She sought help from many, finally receiving assistance from a young boy. A group of Bards and the boy sought out her heart, the boy hoping to restore it to her. A small withered heart was found amongst the flowers of Lithi, and the boy dutifully took it. There was dissention and discussion about whether it was proper to restore it to Ora, and it was decided she should remain where she dwells.

The heart itself was more than it seemed, shifting and expanding into the notorious tarnished flute. The flute was drawn to Leax Iyavere, and it appeared within his hands. There was a fear voiced by Tomast, that the instrument would be detrimental to the waters of the Springs. When the Soul of Music was slain by the flute, his wife would not allow his body to be submerged. His corpse pulsed with a sickly green light, causing his own bride much alarm. When he reemerged into the land of the living, the flute itself was gone.

Days passed, and Leax adapted a strange green glow. Sealia Rhuidean sought the advice of Shaline, the Medium of Velin. The advice of the medium was succinct and simple. After advising Leax he was carrying a spiritual parasite she rid him of it, the glow coalescing into the tarnished flute. Shaline matter-of-factly told them to destroy the flute, and to kill the strange cat that seemed to be plaguing them. The bards accepted this advice and did as she recommended. When Shaline pronounced Leax free of the parasite, she further advised them to seal up the temple within the Areish.

The group from Kinsarmar boldly marched through the mountains, cleverly using their skills and those of a mage to seal the entrance with the rubble of stone walls.

Despite the efforts of all involved, the spirits are angry. Disturbed from their slumber, the spirit guides now seek blood. This narrator shudders to think what could have occurred however, if the wanderer had not been bound and his talismans destroyed.


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Aequitas, in the year 643 AD.


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