Lots of movement and buzzes heard coming from the shrine, as those willing started to pack their little homes away into the hills. The battle ring packed away... the fire pit put out and moved. The cushions once in a circle, now vanished though never once laid a pawn the earth. the once bar found inside, seems to be picked up and moved, the ground where it once was, that many enjoyed a drink or a laugh, gets ready for a pen.

The wind whistles over what was once a ground of fun and adventure, now bares only the silence, the stones atop of the hill still shimmering with their glow. The Guardians untouched as they give faint buzz.

The Shrine begins to grow in silence as everything seems to move towards the hole in the ground.

Auen'nal can be seen where the Idol once stood over looking the bare grounds, just...watching and listening.

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Braller Thunderbeard: The Dwarven mini-Jesus with a porn star name. Blasphemous.
Dante: "He is likely to heal you as he is likely to smite you."

May'lara sat where the riverside benches used to be, looking over the water. She didn't dare to look behind her, as the sight of her home being bundled into a cave almost brought her to tears.

Packing the Shrine had been difficult, emotionally more than physically, and it would not be long before she too was taken away from her home, in her own efforts to keep herself safe during the coming war.

Everything was gone, the Shrine was practically empty, and it was heartbreaking.

Mal would be sitting on the cliff, overlooking the now barren practice range and training circle, sweat dripping from his brow. "xas, the hardest work is finished." With that statement, he would lay back and fall asleep knowing what was yet to come.

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Tim Smith: The Kohlingen cop

Rarin stood an looked round, the dwarf's job was done. He had only been staying at the shrine for a while but it was a little sad to see it so bare. He sat in a spot in the shade and opened a bottle of ale, pouring it into his tankard. He took a long drink and then lay back to rest.

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"Nobody tosses a Dwarf!" - Gimli

Im'Qualyn sat down at the Moon Circle- unable to bring herself the joy necessary to dance, even for the Maiden. She regarded the once lively grounds where she'd been given name, shelter, friendship and a new purpose, then closed her eyes as she entered reverie.

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Rothe d'l'Maral (Im'Qualyn)~ Ex-slave with a penchant for cooking

With the Shrine preparing itself for what may come, Crow lends a hand with the rothe'. He helps move the pen and feed to a secure location, and helps the creatures adjust to all the recent upsurge in activity. The ranger, sometimes accompanied by Noelle, keeps a watch on the beasts, maintaining their health and well being.

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