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”Sylannen was our city above the ground, long ago,” Illha said, her hands lifting slightly. Though the story was old, and she had not even gotten to the meat of the tale yet, it was impossible to keep her body still, the passion aroused in all of Herozzal by their lost city giving her hands freedom to move. ”A great city, where countless lived their lives and worshiped Haya. A great spell kept the sunlight from entering the city, leaving our eyes free of the burn.”
”The Empire attacked us without warning or reason, and burned Sylannen to the ground, killing thousands. Unwarranted deaths – we were peaceful then, with our culture and trade ties growing each brightening.” Illhas mouth twisted downwards, her anger pulling at the scars that raked across her face. ”We retreated to the ground, to Herozzal.”
Her eyelid twitched. ”Without our presence there, the empire began to build a town. Acumin,” she snarled, ”naming it as if it was theirs to own!”
She took a deep breath, the twitch in her eye fading away as she gained control of herself.”We seek to have it back, and we seek assistance in these matters. An affiliate on the inside seeks a way to bring down the cursed shield, and our numbers swell while the town fills its belly with farmers and beekeepers.” She sneered at the thought, the townspeople trusting so firmly in their ridiculous shield that they did not even bother to arm themselves against invasion. ”We wish for your assistance. Your husband is a Mage of some skill, is he not?”
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