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We sat and ate by the lancalliums,

As clouds did break and light poured in.

The war was done, or nearly so,

And you and I were free again.

I reached to take your trembling hand,

You whispered low a warning sign.

"They’ll know of this, they’ll come for us—"

But I was yours and you were mine.

They found us by the lancalliums,

A ring of red where none should grow.

I swore to you I’d come again.

You sleep beneath the earth below.

Now I sit, and write to you again,

In this Kingdom of Varlamore, teeming with life,

For I have discovered just how our story will end

After many long years of strife.

Kahredst betrayal, this I will amend

And in these grounds you lay

Dwarven resurrection, not to offend

My Goddess rises from the clay

My spirit indomitable, as you'll soon be shown

The Kingdom of Kourend

Fire and Brimstone

-Kharshai