Brent
*The magic of this place, it soon becomes clear that this extent of the illusionary scene draws more mana from the cairn by far than what images of the tholian that Kynia would allow to witness. More notes were stripped from the cairn, and in the crashing water that surrounded them, depictions of scenes between recurring dark elves would appear, interacting with representatives of the proper Silnarian Empire. In the splashes of water around them, would flashes of their conflicts appear in fleeting sprays of visuals. Most importantly, is how one image in the water, which others would refer to as Éliara, seemed to get the upper hand in these fragmented scenes.*

*Éliara, at one point, would stab her sword into the ground, crying out to a goddess known as Osin in a fit of desperation in the former's campaign to safeguard the many folk encountered at sea and coast. Each time, a great serpent head would flick its tongue above this Éliara's form as if a blessing, and the desperate tholian character would return to their exploits, until they met one by the name of Aefyr.*

*This Aefyr crossed paths with Éliara in a number of the circling water stories that would surround both Kynia and Ehakli, and trust was gained to the Matron Aspect of Navigation under Osin's pantheon, but as the songnotes from the cairn came to their lowest sendings in vibration, the introduction ends with that same Aefyr pushing murderous metal through Éliara's heart. Aefyr kissed her cheek then, and whispered in any and all languages:* "There is no change in saving everyone. Not even you are spared from the swallowing of Osin."
Ana
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Brent
*With the depicted murder of Éliara, there is only left just a splattering of images in the waters of Aefyr being hunted and cut down for his crimes. The final image, however, was that of Éliara appearing again in her ascended God-Hero immortal form, blessing his forhead with a simple kiss, which happened upon this very spot where the cairn was raised.*

*With that, the illusions visuals flew wildly in torrent into the dancing notes about the cairn, and their effects of sound and feeling were absorbed into that simple spire of rock. When it was all done, Ehakli remained; her hand upon the strings of an elaborate dirge, blood dripping from a nostril as she sat in a stupor. The effects of invoking ancestral magic through her own limited mortal abilities seeming to have demanded its own pound of flesh from her.*

"So... This is where you have found yourself, Uto, Master Kynia Cael of the Mattan." *Her violet eyes seemed a bit distant in the return.*

"Wanderer..." *The dark elf muttered again.* "The legend of Aefyr offers blessings upon the wayward acquaintance."
Tanisha
*Stupefied would be an insult to whatever state this affair had left the Uto in, his head slowly reeling as he slowly processed the visions cast moments ago. His wings unfurled instinctively, his eyes glazing over as his avian instincts took over. The apparitions formed a story, of which he partially understood. Who this Éliara was would elude him, but the message was clear - a patron god of his ilk, those who wandered. His eyes would rattle in his head, his senses very slowly returning to him as his mind opened up once more, the sharp anger behind his gaze melting away with a slow, deep sigh.*
"Why did Aefyr kill her? I thought they were friends..."
*He soon managed to splutter out, the gaps in the tale from his perspective being at the forefront of his mind. Any other questions would come later, the billowing wind pressing at his back like a supporting hand.*