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Lightning strikes every time she moves.

Seated on the shores of Lake Lovalus, Rharne serves as the home of the Lighting Knights, the Thunder Priestesses, and the Merchant's guild. This beautiful trade city is filled with a happy and contented people who rarely need an excuse to party.

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This Is What You Came For

Timestamp: 30th of Zi'da, 716 - 18th Break
Location: The Lightning Cathedral

The air was electric.

Women’s voices buzzed throughout the large prayer chamber as the pews began to fill with a sea of purple robes. Words rose and fell over the crowd as friends greeted one another with enthusiastic shouts and generous compliments. Around the room, candlelight flickered from ornate chandeliers and gold candleholders, and the fading sun shone through the stained glass windows and onto the pulpit like a warm beacon.

Sabine hung back near the entrance of the Lightning Cathedral with nine other initiates. Each woman was around her age or younger and of varying races and appearances. For the most part, they hadn’t said much to each other aside from a few brief words of introduction – though one had shared that she was a qi’ora when questioned about the small veins that were scattered about her skin, spurring several curious follow-ups about her homeland of Nashaki.

Rather than engage in the questioning, Sabine stood just behind the other women with a neutral expression on her face, hands shoved deep into her pockets. To the casual observer, she might have appeared unaffected by the events that would soon occur – her initiation into the Thunder Priestess faction. But those who knew her well, or who might be paying close attention, would see the tightness of her shoulders that betrayed her nervousness.

She was still sure about the decision she’d emphatically made fifteen trials earlier, but that didn’t mean she could ignore how much of an impact it would soon have on her life. While supporting Ilaren was already second-nature to her, joining the Immortal’s personal faction wasn’t something to go into lightly. There would be real danger attached to the role, something that Faldrun and his aukari made clear as often as they could. But beyond that, Sabine felt intimately aware of the loss that accompanied this new step: the loss of her time and, more importantly, of her personal freedom.

And so, she was nervous. Nervous about the change and the responsibility and, most of all, the future.

Not that she would ever, ever admit it.


A woman’s voice boomed with practiced ease from the platform at the front of the room. Nathalia. The dark-haired Priestess looked out over the crowd with a small smile and lifted a hand to still the conversation. “Please, take your seats.

“Let’s begin.”
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