“By the Spires, of course I was sad, but I was excited too. You have to understand, Jerilyn. I’d never left the Grove before.” The Wizard of the Blue Lagoon
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All that rises must fall, all that gleams will rust,
All that glitters by the sea shall crumble to dust.
Once-bright spires wave tattered remnants,
Gloryngael echoes with noble decadence.
“The Golden Whale? No, by my time it was long gone. When I visited Sangrithar, I stayed at The Pansy Shield. A crazy old warrior named Swafnah with a pansy fetish ran the place. Every table had a fresh vase of pansies, even in the dead of winter. Shields with embossed flowers covered the walls, the linens – always fresh, I might add – were embroidered with a pansy theme and every item on the menu came with a pansy garnish. One of his oldest friends told me that he’d been catapulted one time too many. Needless to say, this Swafnah attracted an odd crowd, one that I rather enjoyed. ” Jerilyn of Colcester
“Ancient Sangrithar was the mightiest of the kingdoms of Man. In its heyday, it came close to rivaling the beauty of my beloved Nammovalle, but by the time of Hali, it had become a den of iniquity. I petitioned the Lady more than once for permission to honor my vow, but she merely shook her head and counseled me to have patience. In the end, the Balance did prevail, as it always does, but far too much blood was spilled.” Kandol Elf Lord
On the Vanara
“The Vanara are legendary and their names ring proud in our histories. Bangal, Beldar, Glorianna, Pugnar, and Vitale. Yet the Holy Vanguard were not the first combining the power of the Craeylu with the Elemenes. Before them came Numra, God of the Secret Fire and Annumbra the World Walker.” Jerilyn of Colcester