"The Ring of Brass." There's a weight of pain and regret in the words, but there's love and pride there too. "We were - Avalir was ruled by a council of mages. Their apprentices made up the Ring of Gold, and a tier beneath that was the Ring of Silver." Old, weary disdain has crept into his voice. It feels uncharitable, considering the fact that most of them probably died horrifically, but he's never been a saint.
"The six of us - " He pauses, then, before abruptly standing up and heading towards that desk. From one of the drawers, he pulls out what appears to be an empty pedestal. Then he presses something on the edge, and what appears to be a static but three-dimensional hologram shimmers to life.
Zerxus stares at it for a long moment before handing it over. It looks like a frozen moment of time.
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"The Ring of Brass." There's a weight of pain and regret in the words, but there's love and pride there too. "We were - Avalir was ruled by a council of mages. Their apprentices made up the Ring of Gold, and a tier beneath that was the Ring of Silver." Old, weary disdain has crept into his voice. It feels uncharitable, considering the fact that most of them probably died horrifically, but he's never been a saint.
"The six of us - " He pauses, then, before abruptly standing up and heading towards that desk. From one of the drawers, he pulls out what appears to be an empty pedestal. Then he presses something on the edge, and what appears to be a static but three-dimensional hologram shimmers to life.
Zerxus stares at it for a long moment before handing it over. It looks like a frozen moment of time.