Listen carefully, charges of Beloved Moon:

All is as foretold. The children of Vaen and Arors came, and with them destruction and renewal.

The casualties were:

Two and a half fleets.
One library of ancient tomes irreplaceable.
Three villages, 432 homes, and one Keep.
One holy mountain.

And, upon distant lands:

Two temples, to Moon and Gatelurd.
A palace of flowers and uncounted surrounding villagers.
An ordinary mountain.

Once the skies returned to their everyday colours, Beloved Moon attended our holy festival, as was Seen. All were welcome, Noktov, Kuyaba, or Uchenny, and all knelt before the Silvered Lady as She arrived at the climax of our ritual. She renewed Her blessings upon our people, regardless of creed, race, or birth, and returned to the Night sky to guide us once more.

Hail, Tidecaller, may we never forget Your light.

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Summary: After a great meteor shower, the old crone who predicted its coming held a funeral in Shastaan. There, many adventurers shared their stories of loss, not only from the shower, but from all their lives.

When they were done, the old woman dropped into Shastaan's well, only to reemerge as a beautiful maiden, who reassured them that life is a part of death as much as death is a part of life. She then revealed herself as an aspect of Ourania, Goddess of the Moon, Her attention once more on Achaea.

Penned by My hand on the 3rd of Phaestian, in the year 981 AF.