The Coming Rite

Aristiri slowly gathered her things for the upcoming
battle. Soon she would pass through the halls of the
dead and truly join the No Tears elders once and for
all. "I'll not go down without a fight"she grinned
fiercely to herself. Much has changed on the world of
Rallos Zec since she had left what seemed to be
centuries ago to join Deinonychus, Ravinwind and
Viertania and walk through the mists to the land of
Stormhammer, where the gods walk among the mortals.
There she had joined the ranks of an army known as the
Legendary Twelve, though there was much more then 12
of them. Over the course of months she traveled with
this roving band of mercenaries owing no allegiance to
anyone. Mighty dragons of the Temple of Veeshan,
Giant kings of Kael Drakkel, and Dains of the
Thurgadin fell beneath her weapons. Yet it was with
the cry of No Tears that she was gifted by Tunare with
her mighty sword Swiftwind alongside her brother and
sister in arms, Ravinwind an...