They shall come, obedient as never before. -Genesifin Brenol sent out seals across Massada. He requested keepers, cartontz, and kings alike to join him at Limbartina. The nuresti had never before met together in council, and likely would have refused under other circumstances, but Brenol had won an element of respect from them orbits ago. The black coffins of Jerem were not so easily forgotten, even by those who had not personally lived the horror. The rumors that Brenol was part nurest were argued and defended, and whether due to curiosity or fate, the keepers were tugged from their borders and soon trickled their way into Selenia. The royalty also came, but they proved neither as patient nor as prone to respect; Brenol’s legends meant little to them. Representatives from varying races were also invited, but many of these were missing; time and circumstance—and frawnish obstinacy—did not allow for every species to attend. Colette, seemingly one of the last to arrive, entered into the midst of the chaos with bewildered eyes set in a solemn face.
