Tunar, Mai 10, 1450
As light creeps above the horizon over the northern hemisphere there begins a trembling deep within the core of Layonara. The reverberation begins as a dull and distant roar which gradually builds into a crescendo of sound that causes all the creatures from near and far to set up a raucous clamour as if in sympathy of the groaning of the earths core. As the ripple of divine power emanates from the depth of Layonara's being the sense of the all pervading denseness of gravity warps your senses and creates a sense of nausea coupled with a wave of disorientation. All around you no matter your location around the globe, the ground trembles, sound reverberates and every living thing vibrates to the core of its being. Slowly, mile by mile, hour by hour the effects travel until the entire being of Layonara has experienced the tremulous sensation.
Then, all is silent once more. The creatures of Layonara continue to call out in startled reverie for some time but those that can sense the earth, that are in tune with nature and manipulate the weaves of Al'Noth that permeate Layonara know that the earth itself is tainted no more, that its life's blood has been returned in a divine event witnessed by all alive across the surface of the world and below.
Words of praise are spoken by the lips of many as well as these two spoken in great reverence; Waazk'ah Lak'han, which means, in the ancient Dwarven tongue, Father Mithril, a name given to the one who restored it to the world and defeated the Balamti threat; Fenrir Thornaxe.
