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Shade Order Enclave
Thyferra
A cool, gentle breeze had been blowing all morning, clouds floating idly through the sky, the smell of blossoming flowers in the air. It was the finest weather they had had in months, as if the weather gods themselves were in a favorable mood. Kalen Navarr smiled as he stepped out from the enclave complex into the courtyard, which had already been prepared for the coming conclave. Nodding to the knights and padawans who were setting up the last few chairs around a small elevated podium, Kalen made his way not towards the podium but further ahead to a small small rising in the ground towards the edge of the courtyard that offered an unobstructed view of the surrounding area.
Standing at that elevated location he peered into the distance, his gaze resting at nothing in particular, his mind lost in thoughts. Today of all days, a day when they paid respect to his predecessor, he couldn't help but think back about the day he first entered these walls under the guidance of his old master. It had been Grandmaster Quentell Xall who had brought him to the Order, guided him as he took his first steps among the Shades. He remembered that day well, the heavy rain that had been falling, how the moisture and warmth had weighed down on him them. How drastically different today was from that day; the clear skies, the cool breeze, and above all the absence of Master Xall's guiding hand.
While he was lost in thought, others had slowly started to approach, the seats started to fill up. Shaking his head, he turned around to face the Enclave as the members of the Shade Order slowly emerged. He pushed the past away, for today was not just about the past. War had broken out once more, the peace that has lasted for four years was no more. He had felt the approach of this new threat to peace for some time now, as had many others. It was time the Shades decided what course they would take in the war.
Thyferra
A cool, gentle breeze had been blowing all morning, clouds floating idly through the sky, the smell of blossoming flowers in the air. It was the finest weather they had had in months, as if the weather gods themselves were in a favorable mood. Kalen Navarr smiled as he stepped out from the enclave complex into the courtyard, which had already been prepared for the coming conclave. Nodding to the knights and padawans who were setting up the last few chairs around a small elevated podium, Kalen made his way not towards the podium but further ahead to a small small rising in the ground towards the edge of the courtyard that offered an unobstructed view of the surrounding area.
Standing at that elevated location he peered into the distance, his gaze resting at nothing in particular, his mind lost in thoughts. Today of all days, a day when they paid respect to his predecessor, he couldn't help but think back about the day he first entered these walls under the guidance of his old master. It had been Grandmaster Quentell Xall who had brought him to the Order, guided him as he took his first steps among the Shades. He remembered that day well, the heavy rain that had been falling, how the moisture and warmth had weighed down on him them. How drastically different today was from that day; the clear skies, the cool breeze, and above all the absence of Master Xall's guiding hand.
While he was lost in thought, others had slowly started to approach, the seats started to fill up. Shaking his head, he turned around to face the Enclave as the members of the Shade Order slowly emerged. He pushed the past away, for today was not just about the past. War had broken out once more, the peace that has lasted for four years was no more. He had felt the approach of this new threat to peace for some time now, as had many others. It was time the Shades decided what course they would take in the war.