Rilaun Weapons and Poses
From that first dawn when Roxanne had stretched forth her battle ax to wreak vengeance on the Sons of Kalud, the Usurper, slayer of the tribes of the hills and plain, and Rilaun, her people, battles had been fought and won. Only a few, at first, the most desperate and despoiled, more dead than alive inside, had herald her cry for justice. Now the scattered, bereaved and oft tortured masses had gathered. They who had suffered and paid harsh tributes under this wicked reign had at last united. Weapons were forged, with a craft and skill of old, long forgotten, as the wise and ancient Murella gave counsel and lend aid with her mystic arts. It was even said that in din and chaos of onslaught the souls of many unjustly slaughtered would rise up to smite with blood soaked chilled ghostly blade the fallen shades of the house of Kalud and his clansman as Roxanne strode forth, a harbinger of doom, their blood to avenge.
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