“In my day, long after the time of Hali, a council of elected lords had responsibility for setting and upholding the law in Sangrithar.  They were led by the Lord of the Vaulted Dome, named for the great hall in which the council met.  Strangely, given that the rest of the council was elected by popular vote, the leader was determined in a trial by combat held once every seven years.  I always thought that might have been a remnant of the God-Emperor dynasty, a bone thrown into the city’s charter to appease the nobility after Hali’s departure.”   Jerilyn of Colcester

“I remember my journey to Pel Aesylle, Tarik.  It was not so long ago that I’ve forgotten, though the haze clouding my memories is doing its best to make me forget.  I had no Elf lords to guide me, only determination and desperate curiosity.  The haunted woods were frightening and I almost turned back many times, but continued despite my fear.  In the end, Kandol rewarded my perseverance by regaling me with tales of the Elder Days.  Yes, the way to the summit was arduous, but I would undertake that journey again in a heartbeat.”    Jerilyn of Colcester

“After Emerre slew the barbarian warlord Korak, the legionnaires of Sangrithar searched the hills for Avara’s son, Ardyval, but came up empty-handed.  For thirteen centuries, the line was believed lost and Priest-Kings ruled the City of the Golden Star, bringing an age of prosperity undreamed of.  But, unbeknownst to all, the child prince was rescued from the battlefield by an unnamed benefactor who took him to Pel Aesylle.  Kandol Elf Lord raised Ardyval and his heirs, though they remained ignorant of their heritage until Ataryl, the last of the heirs in hiding, learned the truth.  He came out of hiding in Sangrithar’s hour of need, defeated the Shadow Lord and became the first God-Emperor.”   Jerilyn of Colcester