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The wind of Salvork came up on the shores of Tír Ashleàng from the Sea of Judgement, and the Isle of Dreígga
was covered with a blanket of mist. The dawn of the morning stirred an ethereal glow on the water. The Blue River of the Port glowed with a resilient glow. Suddenly,
the wind grew in strength and a fell voice was heard on the wind. Time has been awakened by the Winds of Salvork, and the dividing of the waters has come to pass.
A fair elf-woman stood alone near the empty Throne of Meàdesha on the Isle of Dreígga. She wore white gowns
of silk and her head was adorned with a bonnet of Panneàn flowers. Her long dark, curly hair dangled ominously in the breeze. She was looking into the heavens
and she heard the voice of the wind call to her. The ethereal glow of the sea and the rays of sunlight peering through the misty trees awoke the stillness of her soul
and she heard the fell voice with full clarity. It resonated in the bounty of her soul. "I am Lady Àisleàng, daughter of King Gór nÀidhain, who rules the
Lonely Isle, Eím." She called to the voice on the wind. "I have heard your voice, coming from the wind and behind the rays and peeking through the trees of the
Isle. Do you come to restore hope and memory? For, we have seen the Dark Continent and the Xandràxan. It has troubled the Collective Thought of the High King,
and we all have seen it."
The rays of Srías glowed through the trees on the misty isle. "I see your beauty fair Lady. I am come to your land from
Mount Kravòkalla. I come on behest of Salvork, the guide to the winds, and of your High King Exiv." The gleam of Srías shown down on the Dark-haired elf-woman and
Tarshal found her. "I see your beautiful form, fair maiden."
The whole isle permeated with an ethereal glow and the water of the sea clapped up on the isle before her. She looked
out over the Sea of Judgement, into the misty waves and into the wind of Salvork. "Where is Mount Kravòkalla, great Gatherer? I have heard tales of the ancient mount
of life, and is it not there where life came to Arden? Is it not there where the gleam of the Elevated Sunbeam resides, far above the Pillar of Taluíra?"
The wind blew again as the voice of Tarshal spoke out. "It is a mystery, fair maiden." The voice was louder. "I am not
as you, fair maiden of the lonely isle, but I will be as you, so that I may have a pleasing form of praise and harmony in this Realm of Arden."
The wind of Salvork blew the thick, curly hair of Àisleàng and it waved freely in the air. She closed here eyes and
elevated her head into the stream of the wind, for it was refreshing and euphonious to her lonely soul. "Come to our land and teach us of the ancient ways, great Gatherer.
You are as Gracious and Orange as the dawn. The Ancients of Arden reside here."
The woman continued looking and she saw the form of King Tarshal on the Sea of Judgement. He was coming on the winds of Salvork.
The sea calmed under the wheels of his feet, and he came in with the wind and the mist. He stepped on the shore of the Misty Isle. There, the rays of the Srías fell on him from
behind and they highlighted the aura around him. The approval of King Exiv was upon the King. He came out of praise and song into the Realm of Arden.
Lady Àisleàng beheld the resplendence of the King and she was filled with joy. "You have come to me, my King. You have awakened
my lonely soul and given me joy, that I may be fulfilled. Let your majesty bring a New Hope to this land, for the bounty of the waters have divided our time and the tower of
decision has been erected in this land."
The king kissed the smooth face of Àisleàng. "I have heard of this from the Mountain of Krav, but I am here to restore balance
in the races." The mighty king brushed his fingers through the thick, curly hair of Àisleàng. "Do not despair, even so as you have seen the wolf in the Collective Thought,
I have come to ensure that the rays of Srías bring glory to this land. All life in this arden will dread the blackness of the wolf, but you must not let that burden your soul."
The Misty Isle continued glowing with the enchantment of mist, and Tarshal embraced the lonely Àisleàng. "Peace and harmony to you,
dear queen, because I bring tranquility to you and your lands."
On the Day of Early (Deggaseàra 2), the beacon of Cruínn went ablaze at Sólungcallas and the lands of the
East saw the splendor of the Crystal Tower. What event shall come to pass? Those who saw the beacon thought. Is there distress abroad? Who needs help in the North?
Those at Glih Alkgagk saw the glinting of the beacon also and feared its glowing. Then came Càinclaòigh of the Ancients,
crossing the Gorge of Aàldríagga along the western border of Eluíra. Leading the band of the Ancients in Arden, Càinclaòigh traveled across the Kingdom of Gaelceàrth
with intrepid speed. The elemental point of Uran embraced the band of Ancients, holding them in air as they journeyed west through forests, glens and plains. Swift and sharp they journeyed.
Even though Càinclaòigh saw the arrival of the new king and the union of the races, his heart kindled with vindication for the death
of the king. Càinclaòigh felt in his heart that the land of the East would never recover from the death of the King Shafhalóa but that a reckoning would serve justice.
King Tarshal of Tír Ashleàng has come from Mount Kravòkalla but this errand of reckoning must be done before he establishes the Edict of Beshír in this arden. The
Wake of the Cockcrow has come to the North finally but there must be Justice for the death of our great King. In his heart, Càinclaòigh wanted harmony again with the elves.
Their peace must be tested to restore harmony, for tranquility has arrived on the shores of Decision.
King Exiv remained upon the Throne of Peace, suspended in the midst of the air above Glih Alkgagk. The Queen sat on his right
in the Throne of Harmony. "We must let this thing come to pass, my dear," the King warned the Queen. "You have seen it just as I have." The two looked out northeast towards the
Kingdom of Gaelceàrth, the largest kingdom of man in the north.
"My king, there is much to say about this, but even though there is a reckoning, I will be left in the dark." The Queen lowered her
majestic face, but the King did not know what she was referring to. "I will be forgotten."
King Tarshal came to Tír Ashleàng, which layed on the northern outskirts of Trueànnaich Mark. He gathered a band of
elves and men together, for he would go into the Kingdoms of men towards Glih Alkgagk. He would answer the call to the Beacon of Cruínn. King Tarshal was decked in the
finest gold plated armor, and in his right hand, he held the golden Sword of Íoggóarg up high. It glinted sharply in the rays of King Exiv. Queen Àisleàng stood near him,
adorned with the finest white embroidered gowns, royal gowns. She was holding a harp in her right arm. She helped her King assemble a legion of men and elves to reckon the folly of
Dunsha. At Tír Ashleàng, King Tarshal rallied the men and elves to avenge the death of King Shafhalóa, the fallen King of Cátern. Both man and elf stood together in one
accord to sing a song of praise. As they sang, the Queen strummed her harp.
Oh Tír Ashleàng, how the dwarfs have built thee.
Oh Tír Ashleàng how you have divided the races.
Oh Tír Ashleàng, oh how you will fall.
Oh Tír Ashleàng, the Blue River will open into Lutta below the Sea.
Oh Tír Ashleàng, you have brought us despair.
Oh Tír Ashleàng, the elements remain in turmoil.
Oh Tír Ashleàng, you will crumble by the Tranquility of Time and the song of
our battle.
Oh Tír Ashleàng, the time of your raising has been decided. You will fall by the
power of the races and you will fall to allow passage into Lutta, for that is
where the King of Cátern remains.
Tír Ashleàng, Tír Ashleàng, you will fall.
Oh Tír Gach, you have risen high in the place of decision.
Sing praise and glory, for hope has come.
The voices of both man and elf echoed throughout the Kingdom of Cátern and the Kue Mountains. Soon, the Men of Nagel came up to join the forces of
King Tarshal. Arriving on illustrious skiffs of Nagèllain, they anchored at Tír Ashleàng.
Then, King Tarshal proclaimed a reckoning speech to the company. "She, who has gone anathema, has brought much turmoil and unrest
in this Realm of Arden. She gathered the men of Dunsha. She gathered the river elves. She gathered the men of Nagel. She gathered all against the King of Cátern and the Harmony
of time." He paused and raised his sword to commemorate the forging of Mharabhàunt. "And, now, the time of decision is over, though judgement has been passed. We must restore
the pride of the Realm of Arden with its races. The races are divided, but we must restore the hope of Arden and its elemental points. Others will come soon, and we must ready
ourselves for their arrival, for they hold the secrets of Plíagge. Let us take back what was lost. Let us bring forth tranquility. Let us go now and remind them of their folly.
The balances must be equal. For tranquility!"
The men and elves roared with approval but in their hearts they were filled with awe by the speech. Will the Horizon be open at last? They thought.
King Tarshal lowered his sword, and Queen Àisleàng sang out in full strength, strumming her golden harp in perfect melody.
The men and elves bowed their heads as she chanted.
Meátha. Scoírae. Caris-elficain.
Alíeth! dTa fórechadh Bothain tánn, mhír lírossa na nuátha ceártadh.
Í ber aál gcoímheádh an Cruínha da Bhoác Mheátha.
Cráumhócallain da gCraimh Bothain.
Í murnuíg, go loírain Bothain-Mheátha huís lím athlas Bhoác.
Go blancain bhó Th'srías murnuíg go nloírcain ruírmhair, Fáif da Acoá.
Go líeran ber tánn Ghoámh da Hlíemhraána-Srarísheí níc Escalláin-Rí.
Ámhed, Tarshaóll Shaómh fáeldh cgí gCráumhócallain!
Go taráin níl Rí, an huís Ande-Lúsa Sruós.
After the Queen had sung, a falcon flew over the company, high in the sky. It cried down to the company as if to sanction
the battle. While it circled around Tír Ashleàng, a feather fell from its wing and King Tarshal caught hold of it. "In the spirit of Krav, the one between realms, let us go and make haste across the lands
of men, towards Glih Alkgagk. There, to make war! For Krav will one-day return to this Realm of Arden, bearing the quill that holds our realm together. We must see to it."
He held up the quill of the falcon for all to see, and the battle was sanctioned. ^
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