Steel and Honor

A roar as if from a lion shakes the Cormanthor.

A plume of green light appears from within the forest, shooting straight up into the heavens for a brief moment before it fades, glistening in the night sky. Then another column does the same, and another, and another.

Some folks counted as many as twelve of these columns coming and going in the course of the few minutes after that roar. Those within the forest would swear that each column left a bit of debris floating in the air, taking the shape of a tall, curvy woman with a sword on her hip and a cat on her shoulder, before dissipating in the wind.

Those Akh'Velahr fighting deep within the Cormanthor to save the forest from a deadly, life-draining fog would report that the sources of the fog had vanished that day, all at once, and for good.

Jonah smiles as the lights play across the sky. He had only just learned of his friends passing earlier that night.

"You always did have the last word." A tear wells in his good eye. "Give 'em Hell, dear..."

He wipes his eye with a calloused palm, and watches his dear friends last triumph play across the night sky.