Opening scene from Jezrei’s Justice:
The war chants of the enemy barbarians and the pounding of thousands of feet marching to the deep bass beat of their drums woke Jezrei at dawn. Two candlemarks later the thud of catapult stones and the boom of battering rams slamming the city’s gates added their voices to the cacophony of sound flooding the city. Long before mid-day those sounds diminished, replaced by crackling flames, collapsing buildings and the screams of Kalieri dying in the City of Azraelis.
Jezrei tottered around the confines of the chapel in the Temple of Azrael. Sadness lined his face and hovered in his eyes as frail, age-spotted hands caressed the familiar furnishings. His fingers trailed along the backrests of cedar benches worn smooth from long use by the faithful, and traced the vine chiseled into the side of the stark, white stone altar—a vine without beginning or end symbolizing the continuity of the spirit throughout the planes of existence. A glowing, blue crystal replica of Aldura’s Heart sat on the corner of the Altar. It comforted him and chased away fears and worries.
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