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	===Cyrasei Liran - Dragonfly Festival 2023===
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	Raffled at the Dragonfly Festival in Cysaegir 2023. Named Cyrasei Liran, which translates to Bright Skies. It was the only forehead gem released at this time and is not a part of a larger set. Due to its custom loresong, it is not alterable.

	'''a luminous hyacinth violet opal arcrose incised with a tiny dragonfly''' ~ Flashes of azure and magenta dart about the depths of the hyacinth violet opal, gathering together in a blossoming rose at its heart. A tiny dragonfly has been intricately incised at the center of the arcrose, each cut expertly positioned to highlight the radiant hues of the gem. Minute script inlaid in copper is evident just beneath the dragonfly.
	You see something written on the arcrose.

	In the Aelotian language, it reads:<br/>
	Cyrasei Liran

	====Loresong====
	{\| {{loresong}}
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	! Loresong
	! Reaction
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	\|You cup the violet opal arcrose delicately in your hand and focus your voice on it. Suddenly, you find yourself in a garden filled to overflowing with brightly hued rosebushes. A young woman lies in the grass at the edge of a pond, idly running her fingers through the bright blue waters. A bronze fountain of a mermaid sprays water high into the air from the center of the pond, birds fly merrily over head, and the scent of lilacs and roses fills the warm afternoon. A noise behind you causes the woman to sit up, a smile lighting her face as a young man enters the garden. She hurries over to meet him, and they kiss passionately as the scene fades.
	\|The violet opal arcrose seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
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	\|The violet opal arcrose grows warm in your hand, giving off silvery gold glimmers as you sing to it. The smell of lilacs swirls about you, and the vision comes into focus. Surrounded by a circle of lilac trees, the young man chisels away at a piece of marble, stopping every so often to mop his brow. The scene skips ahead to show him leading his blindfolded lover toward the now complete altar, an engagement ring and a bright pink rose resting on top. A series of visions flits across your sight, the couple kissing, the two walking hand in hand, and other scenes of happiness and new love.

	With a swirl of dark red rose petals, the scenes are obscured, and when the petals flitter out of your sight, you see the young man looking slightly angry as he argues with the woman. She kisses him on the cheek, whispering something soothing into his ear, then slips from the garden into the cottage beyond. The man is left behind, slightly appeased but with a worried frown creasing his brow.

	Just before the scene fades, you see a black rook with emerald green eyes watching the man from the top of the garden's stone wall.
	\|XXX cups the arcrose delicately in her hand, focusing her voice on it. She gazes into its depths for several moments before the song fades out.
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	\|As you sing to the arcrose in your hand, your present reality fades, and you find yourself standing in a small, homey cottage. In one corner, the young woman works on sword, hand-etching a pattern of briars and roses along the flat of the blade. Around her are various bits of metal art. A different young man, an aristocrat, stands before her, waving a knife about and pointing at its broken hilt as he tries to get her attention. At long last, she looks up at him, points imperiously to a counter, and then turns back to her work. The man scowls, but he drops the knife on the counter, along with several gold coins, and walks out.

	The scene shifts slightly as the woman moves out the back door of the cottage and into the garden. Once again, her young man is working in the ring of lilac trees. He laughs as she tells him of the aristocrat, then kisses her and returns his attention to the handful of gems on his table. She watches him painstakingly carve a design into each gem. He speaks a few words that carry the force of a spell, and the gems absorb the magic. He puts several completed gems into a velvet pouch that he hands to the woman. However, four gems he puts into a small box and pockets, shaking his head as if he has a secret when she looks at him questioningly.

	With a golden flash, the scene abruptly changes. Once again, the young man and woman argue, and once again, the woman tries to reassure him. This time, however, she is not so successful. He storms away. The scene grows cloudy and begins to fade, and as it does so, the emerald-bright eyes of the rook glare down at you.
	\|The arcrose emits glimmers of silvery gold in XXX's hand as she sings softly to it.
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	\|Holding the arcrose close, you whisper your song to it. Ebon mist swirls about you, dissipating into a grey day in the garden. The man pulls out his box of four gems and works on them, but his heart is clearly not in it. A stray cat winds its way about his feet, purring loudly even as the man scowls at it. The cat persists, and the man sits back, allowing it access to his lap, where it quickly ensconces itself. The man relaxes, and soon, a happy smile crosses his face. The scene skips a bit. Night has fallen, the cat is gone, and the man awakens in his lilac circle. The young woman approaches him with a bouquet of rue and pink roses, and they kiss passionately, all arguments forgotten. Something emerald glints in the boughs of a lilac tree, its living light unnoticed by the lovers.

	Another time skip, another parting, another reconciliation. Similar scenes repeat themselves, covering the course of several weeks, and each time, the unnoticed rook presides over it all. Finally, your singing pulls forth a more solid scene again. The woman kisses the man goodbye. Soon thereafter, the now-familiar cat jumps into the man's lap, but instead of snuggling up to him as it usually does, it puts its front paws on his chest and looks him straight in the eye. No amount of singing can coax sound to the vision, but judging from the man's expression, the feline speaks to him. The cat suddenly jumps off his lap, disappearing into the nearby rose bushes, and leaving the man looking stunned.

	Several minutes later, the same cat comes wandering back, snuggling up in the man's lap. The man glances at the cat with trepidation, but it just purrs and makes itself comfortable. He closes his eyes and does not notice the emerald gaze of the rook from within the nearby rose bushes. The scene abruptly goes to black.
	\|XXX cups a luminous hyacinth violet opal arcrose incised with a tiny dragonfly gently and sings to it.
	\|-
	\|Swirls of rose petals obscure your view, but the magic of your song pushes through, and the vision returns to show the man skulking behind the woman, his eyes mad with suspicion. The woman ducks behind a building and does not emerge. When the man finally goes and looks, she is gone.

	The scene skips again, and the man sits, talking to the cat. He yells and shakes his head in disbelief, pushing the cat from his lap and stalking away.

	A flurry of rose petals open up a new scene. The woman is leaving, a mended knife in hand, and she kisses the man goodbye. He seems unappeased, and she smiles a bit sadly as she walks out of the garden. She doesn't notice the look of longing and love on his face, nor the apology that catches in his throat. He sits by the pond, idly playing with the four cut gems he is always working on when the cat comes bounding up to him and tries to snuggle into his lap. With a fit of rage, he grabs the animal around the throat and throws it into the pond. He appears to be murmuring "liar, liar" as the thrashing beneath the surface stills.
	\|The violet opal arcrose seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
	\|-
	\|You take a deep breath, then aim your voice's magic at the arcrose. The vision snaps into clear view almost instantly.

	With a triumphant caw, the emerald-eyed rook flies down from the garden wall, transforming into a cat identical to the other and then into an old crone. She cackles gleefully.

	The man stares at her uncomprehendingly before turning to look into the pond. His confusion turns to horror as a body, not of a cat but of a young woman, his young woman, rises to the surface, tangled about in lake weed.

	A crack of thunder breaks your concentration, and the vision disappears.
	\|The violet opal arcrose seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
	\|-
	\|The arcrose grows ice-cold in your hands as your voice coaxes the final vision from it. The man frantically pulls the woman from the pond, but it is too late. Storm clouds brew overhead, and lighting flashes in the distance, and still the crone laughs. In a rage, the man snatches up a broken blade that has fallen from his love's pocket and drives it into her throat.

	In a flash of crimson, the scene jumps forward. The man weeps openly over the body of his beloved. A wispy figure drifts away from the corpse, unnoticed by the grieving man, and with a rush of magic, her body becomes one with the garden.

	Behind him, the blood of the dying crone spills across the ground. Once bright roses grow dark, and the four precious gems lie forgotten in a pool of scarlet.

	Rose petals, velvety and dark, fall from the garden's bushes and, caught in the violent eddies of the impending swarm, obscure the scene, leaving behind the rich perfume of roses as you pull your gaze away from into the violet opal arcrose.
	\|XXX holds the violet opal arcrose close, whispering her song to it. After a few moments, she abruptly stops singing.
	\|}

	===Return to Black Swan Castle===		===Return to Black Swan Castle===

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	==Old Style==		==Old Style==
	Forehead gems with the Faendryl loresong are considered old-style. ~~They are alterable only with owner permission (GM Xynwen) because there are some touchy restrictions.~~		Forehead gems with the Faendryl loresong are considered old-style.

	===Analyze===		===Analyze===
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	==New Style==		==New Style==
	Newer forehead gems have been released via new methods, including the Ebon Gate digging game and random prize offerings. They have the same analyze results as the feathers from [[Forehead_gem#Return_to_Black_Swan_Castle\|Return to Black Swan Castle]].		Newer forehead gems have been released via new methods, including the Ebon Gate digging game and random prize offerings. They have the same analyze results as the feathers from [[Forehead_gem#Return_to_Black_Swan_Castle\|Return to Black Swan Castle]].

EUNOIA: /* Cyrasei Liran - Dragonfly Festival 2023 */

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	You see something written on the arcrose.		You see something written on the arcrose.

	In the Aelotian language, it reads:		In the Aelotian language, it reads:<br/>
	Cyrasei Liran		Cyrasei Liran

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	'''a luminous hyacinth violet opal arcrose incised with a tiny dragonfly''' ~ Flashes of azure and magenta dart about the depths of the hyacinth violet opal, gathering together in a blossoming rose at its heart. A tiny dragonfly has been intricately incised at the center of the arcrose, each cut expertly positioned to highlight the radiant hues of the gem. Minute script inlaid in copper is evident just beneath the dragonfly.		'''a luminous hyacinth violet opal arcrose incised with a tiny dragonfly''' ~ Flashes of azure and magenta dart about the depths of the hyacinth violet opal, gathering together in a blossoming rose at its heart. A tiny dragonfly has been intricately incised at the center of the arcrose, each cut expertly positioned to highlight the radiant hues of the gem. Minute script inlaid in copper is evident just beneath the dragonfly.
	You see something written on the arcrose.		You see something written on the arcrose.

			In the Aelotian language, it reads:
			Cyrasei Liran

	====Loresong====		====Loresong====

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	===Cyrasei Liran - Dragonfly Festival 2023===		===Cyrasei Liran - Dragonfly Festival 2023===
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	Raffled at the Dragonfly Festival in Cysaegir 2023. Named Cyrasei Liran, which translates to Bright Skies. It was the only forehead gem released at this time and is not a part of a larger set.		Raffled at the Dragonfly Festival in Cysaegir 2023. Named Cyrasei Liran, which translates to Bright Skies. It was the only forehead gem released at this time and is not a part of a larger set. Due to its custom loresong, it is not alterable.

	'''a luminous hyacinth violet opal arcrose incised with a tiny dragonfly''' ~ Flashes of azure and magenta dart about the depths of the hyacinth violet opal, gathering together in a blossoming rose at its heart. A tiny dragonfly has been intricately incised at the center of the arcrose, each cut expertly positioned to highlight the radiant hues of the gem. Minute script inlaid in copper is evident just beneath the dragonfly.		'''a luminous hyacinth violet opal arcrose incised with a tiny dragonfly''' ~ Flashes of azure and magenta dart about the depths of the hyacinth violet opal, gathering together in a blossoming rose at its heart. A tiny dragonfly has been intricately incised at the center of the arcrose, each cut expertly positioned to highlight the radiant hues of the gem. Minute script inlaid in copper is evident just beneath the dragonfly.

EUNOIA: /* Loresong */ Added 3rd person loresong info for Dragonfly forehead gem

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Loresong: Added 3rd person loresong info for Dragonfly forehead gem

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	\|You cup the violet opal arcrose delicately in your hand and focus your voice on it. Suddenly, you find yourself in a garden filled to overflowing with brightly hued rosebushes. A young woman lies in the grass at the edge of a pond, idly running her fingers through the bright blue waters. A bronze fountain of a mermaid sprays water high into the air from the center of the pond, birds fly merrily over head, and the scent of lilacs and roses fills the warm afternoon. A noise behind you causes the woman to sit up, a smile lighting her face as a young man enters the garden. She hurries over to meet him, and they kiss passionately as the scene fades.		\|You cup the violet opal arcrose delicately in your hand and focus your voice on it. Suddenly, you find yourself in a garden filled to overflowing with brightly hued rosebushes. A young woman lies in the grass at the edge of a pond, idly running her fingers through the bright blue waters. A bronze fountain of a mermaid sprays water high into the air from the center of the pond, birds fly merrily over head, and the scent of lilacs and roses fills the warm afternoon. A noise behind you causes the woman to sit up, a smile lighting her face as a young man enters the garden. She hurries over to meet him, and they kiss passionately as the scene fades.
			\|The violet opal arcrose seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
	\|{{addmetext}}
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	\|The violet opal arcrose grows warm in your hand, giving off silvery gold glimmers as you sing to it. The smell of lilacs swirls about you, and the vision comes into focus. Surrounded by a circle of lilac trees, the young man chisels away at a piece of marble, stopping every so often to mop his brow. The scene skips ahead to show him leading his blindfolded lover toward the now complete altar, an engagement ring and a bright pink rose resting on top. A series of visions flits across your sight, the couple kissing, the two walking hand in hand, and other scenes of happiness and new love.		\|The violet opal arcrose grows warm in your hand, giving off silvery gold glimmers as you sing to it. The smell of lilacs swirls about you, and the vision comes into focus. Surrounded by a circle of lilac trees, the young man chisels away at a piece of marble, stopping every so often to mop his brow. The scene skips ahead to show him leading his blindfolded lover toward the now complete altar, an engagement ring and a bright pink rose resting on top. A series of visions flits across your sight, the couple kissing, the two walking hand in hand, and other scenes of happiness and new love.
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	Just before the scene fades, you see a black rook with emerald green eyes watching the man from the top of the garden's stone wall.		Just before the scene fades, you see a black rook with emerald green eyes watching the man from the top of the garden's stone wall.
			\|XXX cups the arcrose delicately in her hand, focusing her voice on it. She gazes into its depths for several moments before the song fades out.
	\|{{addmetext}}
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	\|As you sing to the arcrose in your hand, your present reality fades, and you find yourself standing in a small, homey cottage. In one corner, the young woman works on sword, hand-etching a pattern of briars and roses along the flat of the blade. Around her are various bits of metal art. A different young man, an aristocrat, stands before her, waving a knife about and pointing at its broken hilt as he tries to get her attention. At long last, she looks up at him, points imperiously to a counter, and then turns back to her work. The man scowls, but he drops the knife on the counter, along with several gold coins, and walks out.		\|As you sing to the arcrose in your hand, your present reality fades, and you find yourself standing in a small, homey cottage. In one corner, the young woman works on sword, hand-etching a pattern of briars and roses along the flat of the blade. Around her are various bits of metal art. A different young man, an aristocrat, stands before her, waving a knife about and pointing at its broken hilt as he tries to get her attention. At long last, she looks up at him, points imperiously to a counter, and then turns back to her work. The man scowls, but he drops the knife on the counter, along with several gold coins, and walks out.
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	With a golden flash, the scene abruptly changes. Once again, the young man and woman argue, and once again, the woman tries to reassure him. This time, however, she is not so successful. He storms away. The scene grows cloudy and begins to fade, and as it does so, the emerald-bright eyes of the rook glare down at you.		With a golden flash, the scene abruptly changes. Once again, the young man and woman argue, and once again, the woman tries to reassure him. This time, however, she is not so successful. He storms away. The scene grows cloudy and begins to fade, and as it does so, the emerald-bright eyes of the rook glare down at you.
			\|The arcrose emits glimmers of silvery gold in XXX's hand as she sings softly to it.
	\|{{addmetext}}
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	\|Holding the arcrose close, you whisper your song to it. Ebon mist swirls about you, dissipating into a grey day in the garden. The man pulls out his box of four gems and works on them, but his heart is clearly not in it. A stray cat winds its way about his feet, purring loudly even as the man scowls at it. The cat persists, and the man sits back, allowing it access to his lap, where it quickly ensconces itself. The man relaxes, and soon, a happy smile crosses his face. The scene skips a bit. Night has fallen, the cat is gone, and the man awakens in his lilac circle. The young woman approaches him with a bouquet of rue and pink roses, and they kiss passionately, all arguments forgotten. Something emerald glints in the boughs of a lilac tree, its living light unnoticed by the lovers.		\|Holding the arcrose close, you whisper your song to it. Ebon mist swirls about you, dissipating into a grey day in the garden. The man pulls out his box of four gems and works on them, but his heart is clearly not in it. A stray cat winds its way about his feet, purring loudly even as the man scowls at it. The cat persists, and the man sits back, allowing it access to his lap, where it quickly ensconces itself. The man relaxes, and soon, a happy smile crosses his face. The scene skips a bit. Night has fallen, the cat is gone, and the man awakens in his lilac circle. The young woman approaches him with a bouquet of rue and pink roses, and they kiss passionately, all arguments forgotten. Something emerald glints in the boughs of a lilac tree, its living light unnoticed by the lovers.
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	Several minutes later, the same cat comes wandering back, snuggling up in the man's lap. The man glances at the cat with trepidation, but it just purrs and makes itself comfortable. He closes his eyes and does not notice the emerald gaze of the rook from within the nearby rose bushes. The scene abruptly goes to black.		Several minutes later, the same cat comes wandering back, snuggling up in the man's lap. The man glances at the cat with trepidation, but it just purrs and makes itself comfortable. He closes his eyes and does not notice the emerald gaze of the rook from within the nearby rose bushes. The scene abruptly goes to black.
			\|XXX cups a luminous hyacinth violet opal arcrose incised with a tiny dragonfly gently and sings to it.
	\|{{addmetext}}
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	\|Swirls of rose petals obscure your view, but the magic of your song pushes through, and the vision returns to show the man skulking behind the woman, his eyes mad with suspicion. The woman ducks behind a building and does not emerge. When the man finally goes and looks, she is gone.		\|Swirls of rose petals obscure your view, but the magic of your song pushes through, and the vision returns to show the man skulking behind the woman, his eyes mad with suspicion. The woman ducks behind a building and does not emerge. When the man finally goes and looks, she is gone.
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	A flurry of rose petals open up a new scene. The woman is leaving, a mended knife in hand, and she kisses the man goodbye. He seems unappeased, and she smiles a bit sadly as she walks out of the garden. She doesn't notice the look of longing and love on his face, nor the apology that catches in his throat. He sits by the pond, idly playing with the four cut gems he is always working on when the cat comes bounding up to him and tries to snuggle into his lap. With a fit of rage, he grabs the animal around the throat and throws it into the pond. He appears to be murmuring "liar, liar" as the thrashing beneath the surface stills.		A flurry of rose petals open up a new scene. The woman is leaving, a mended knife in hand, and she kisses the man goodbye. He seems unappeased, and she smiles a bit sadly as she walks out of the garden. She doesn't notice the look of longing and love on his face, nor the apology that catches in his throat. He sits by the pond, idly playing with the four cut gems he is always working on when the cat comes bounding up to him and tries to snuggle into his lap. With a fit of rage, he grabs the animal around the throat and throws it into the pond. He appears to be murmuring "liar, liar" as the thrashing beneath the surface stills.
			\|The violet opal arcrose seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
	\|{{addmetext}}
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	\|You take a deep breath, then aim your voice's magic at the arcrose. The vision snaps into clear view almost instantly.		\|You take a deep breath, then aim your voice's magic at the arcrose. The vision snaps into clear view almost instantly.
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	A crack of thunder breaks your concentration, and the vision disappears.		A crack of thunder breaks your concentration, and the vision disappears.
			\|The violet opal arcrose seems to respond to the magic of XXX's song.
	\|{{addmetext}}
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	\|The arcrose grows ice-cold in your hands as your voice coaxes the final vision from it. The man frantically pulls the woman from the pond, but it is too late. Storm clouds brew overhead, and lighting flashes in the distance, and still the crone laughs. In a rage, the man snatches up a broken blade that has fallen from his love's pocket and drives it into her throat.		\|The arcrose grows ice-cold in your hands as your voice coaxes the final vision from it. The man frantically pulls the woman from the pond, but it is too late. Storm clouds brew overhead, and lighting flashes in the distance, and still the crone laughs. In a rage, the man snatches up a broken blade that has fallen from his love's pocket and drives it into her throat.
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	Rose petals, velvety and dark, fall from the garden's bushes and, caught in the violent eddies of the impending swarm, obscure the scene, leaving behind the rich perfume of roses as you pull your gaze away from into the violet opal arcrose.		Rose petals, velvety and dark, fall from the garden's bushes and, caught in the violent eddies of the impending swarm, obscure the scene, leaving behind the rich perfume of roses as you pull your gaze away from into the violet opal arcrose.
			\|XXX holds the violet opal arcrose close, whispering her song to it. After a few moments, she abruptly stops singing.
	\|{{addmetext}}
	\|}		\|}

EUNOIA: /* Cyrasei Liran - Dragonfly Festival 2023 */

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	===Cyrasei Liran - Dragonfly Festival 2023===		===Cyrasei Liran - Dragonfly Festival 2023===
			<hr/>
	Raffled at the Dragonfly Festival in Cysaegir 2023. Named Cyrasei Liran, which translates to Bright Skies		Raffled at the Dragonfly Festival in Cysaegir 2023. Named Cyrasei Liran, which translates to Bright Skies. It was the only forehead gem released at this time and is not a part of a larger set.

	'''a luminous hyacinth violet opal arcrose incised with a tiny dragonfly''' ~ Flashes of azure and magenta dart about the depths of the hyacinth violet opal, gathering together in a blossoming rose at its heart. A tiny dragonfly has been intricately incised at the center of the arcrose, each cut expertly positioned to highlight the radiant hues of the gem. Minute script inlaid in copper is evident just beneath the dragonfly.		'''a luminous hyacinth violet opal arcrose incised with a tiny dragonfly''' ~ Flashes of azure and magenta dart about the depths of the hyacinth violet opal, gathering together in a blossoming rose at its heart. A tiny dragonfly has been intricately incised at the center of the arcrose, each cut expertly positioned to highlight the radiant hues of the gem. Minute script inlaid in copper is evident just beneath the dragonfly.
	You see something written on the arcrose.		You see something written on the arcrose.


	====Loresong====		====Loresong====

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 |The crimson blazestar in your hand shifts under your song, flaring once in a brilliant crimson display.  You stand among a group of bereaved elves facing a tall pyre surrounded by piles of wood.  The area is full of onlookers of various races and backgrounds, all of them here for one reason.  "Make way for the steward" declares an elven guard.  While the heroic elf who struck Vargesh down that day on the bridge walks in, a procession of elves carrying the body of the fallen King Tyrnian place him atop the pyre.  Words are spoken as you gaze around the assembled crowd.  Tear streaks mar each of the proud elven faces.  A guard steps forth and ignites the pyre.  In a quick blaze, the body of the king is gone, leaving only his ashes.  Guards move in to encircle the ash pile that was their king.  Your vision quickens, as time hurries past.  A jumble of images bombards you.  Elves weeping, stunned faces, and children clinging to their mothers' hands all race through your mind's eye.  Most notably, you watch as a group of gnomes build a monument of gold-flecked crimson marble around the ashes, sealing them from the world forever.
 |Blinding crimson light flares forth in a fiery burst as XXX's song touches the crimson blazestar a final time.
 |}

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