Charlotte Posted November 5, 2015 Share Posted November 5, 2015 Date: Olarune the 16th, 998 YK Location: Flamekeep Dawn broke over the Heart of the Silver Flame, resting upon the shore of Scions Sound. Off in the distance, Thronehold glistened, the waters surrounding the city glittering in sunlight, like cast diamonds against light blue velvet. Tobias felt calm on the shore, the seat of power in shattered Galifar before him, and the rest of Flamekeep at his back. Not far from shore, fishers caught the day's food, and around him, the city stirred to life. Tobias rose, and made his way into the city, because today was a sacred day. As he walked, he noticed that there were more refugees again – some elves and halflings from displaced hamlets along the border to Cyre, making themselves at home in an increasingly diverse Flamekeep; some warforged, many just pacing the streets heedless of food or rest because they didn't know what else to do with themselves. Tobias had seen more shifters this past year than in all the years previous, and it was whispered that shifters must be desperate indeed to find themselves in Flamekeep. As always, Tobias was helpful, directing the lost to the hostels and temples, and then he went on his way, because today was a sacred day. In front of the Cathedral of the Silver Flame, for the first time since the treaty of Thronehold, Jaela Daran – Most Exalted High Priestess, Keeper of the Silver Flame, She Who Walks in Darkness – Jaela Daran would make a public proclamation about the future of the Church's works. Speculation ran rampant about what it meant, and everyone who was anyone would be there. Tobias didn't feel he was really anyone – but he'd be in that public square, listening to that magically boosted voice, if he could help it in any way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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