The Solarium, and its power, were broken beyond repair.

All temples joined together against a common foe.

The forces enlisted by the Solarium were beaten back and the war followed these forces back to their own dimension.

The death count on both sides was high.

The people of Prall bled to defend the city of Centralia.

The Lords wept at the destruction.

Adventurers fought and died on both sides, some seaking glory and finding death, others to defend their homes and were left wondering about the cost.

Is'Damor vanished... and with it the Keepers and a thousand years of history.

In a batle for survival all sides enlist the aid of forces and people that they would otherwise avoid.

The price of war is high... and much remains to be paid...

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[DATE]

"The tribunal is called to order." William Calin uttered these words with a growing sense of relief. Today the tribunal would decide the fate of the last remaining member of the so-called Constructionist Movement. Most had been killed during the final battle to reclaim Centralia. Still more had been hunted down by mobs eager for vengence. Calin, and the Enclave, had made no friends in persuading people that the Constructionists should be put on trial and not killed outright. Today would end months of trial, testimony and hatred. Today, and the coming days, would tell if it will be possible to rebuild Centralia's spirit along with its buildings.

"Thanks again to you all for taking the time to participate in these trials. I know that there is much necessary work to be done elsewhere." Calin considered saying more but shook his head slightly instead. A politicians vice. Now was not the time for speaches. He sighed instead. "Bring her in... lets end this."

Calin surveyed the room. The scene was familliar to him, it was the same as it had been for the past three months. The faces sometimes changed, but the pattern was always the same. The format worked out quickly as precedence had nothing to cover such circumstances.

Calin himself sat at the center of a long table in the front of the room. His chair raised slightly higher than those to his left or right to show that he was the Chief Tribunal for these trials. To his right, his fellow tribunals. [LIST/DESCRIBE]

To Calin's left sat what remained of the Great Lords of Centralia. Times had been hard on them as well. [LIST/DESCRIBE]

At a table along the left wall were the representatives from Centralia's remaining temples, including the Chief Reviewer of the Enclave. Standing against the right wall the five members from X's Solarium. They chose to stand believing that it would be unseemly to be appear comfortable at the trial of their fellow priests.

Packing pews going back a dozen rows were those citizens and spectaters who were drawn to watch the proceedings. Here the faces changed daily, but the looks in their eyes remained a constant. Some came to be part of history, others to make sure that their vengence was carried out, still others from simple morbid curiosity. Most however came hoping that the ordered procedings would somehow lend some order to their own uprooted lives.

The room had no windows, nothing that could distract from the procedings. The only entrance to the room, a solid, oak door in the back of the room, opened to admit a Sirma. A woman followed the Sirma in. Two more Sirma guarded her retreat. William Calin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm his mind as he examined the prisoner.

The woman, Carver Dian, was a typical Centrali woman: attractive, physically fit and her movements carried a certain arrogance. A society that has raised Art to a worship demands nothing less of its citizenry. Dian had the dark features common to the Island, brown hair and dark green eyes. She was clothed in the traditional orange garb of a Tor'ite prisoner with her arms and legs manacled. A slave collar adorned her neck. Calin knows that the collar had been Attached to aid in tracking Dian should she escape. Calin himself held its twin and could feel her proximity.

The Sirma escorted her to a spot where a large X had been drawn on the floor. The lead Sirma snapped a smart salute and wnet to the back of the room to guard the doorway. The once soft Enclave had done an incredible job in the past months of shaping its Priests into something resembling military perfection. The new Marsal, Grigor Snyre, had seen to that.

Calin focused his attention on the woman in front of him. Her, and her kind, had caused the deaths of thousands on this Island. Her kind. At first everyone had thought them to be rogue priests of Ra. These trials, and the Ra priests from the Solarium of X had proved otherwise. Calin repressed a shudder and thought, not for the first time, that he'd have been happier not knowing what he knew now. He raised a hammer and struck the table soundly. The sudden noise caused some to jump. The accused, the woman who had once been Carver Dian didn't even blink.

"Carver Dian. You stand accused of grievous crimes: sedition, murder, heresy, littering, treachory and attempted genocide. We can procede with this trial or you can volunteer to prove your innocence through a mental probe. Your choice?" As Calin finished speaking he half-hoped she'd take the probe. Then this could be finished in minutes... but none had yet and he didn't expect things to change now.

"Fuck You". Her voice carried across the room. Soft and sensuous, full of promise and the guarentee of sweet rewards. Her words were defiant, but her voice pitched to suggest vulnerability and to instill in the listener a need to protect her. All of the accused had an aura of persuasion about them and the members of the Tribunal were ready for it.

Calin nodded to the woman. "So be it". He nodded to the Priests of Ra standing to his left. "Proceed".

One of the Priests walks forward to stand before the woman and begins casting. A soft aura springs to life around the woman. Calin has seen this a dozen times in the past months. The white aura that designates divinity. The woman standing before them is a Priest. The ramaining Priests of Ra begin chanting, casting really. Calin knew what to expect. But at the first trial what was about to occur had shaken the entire tribunal. Even though the results were very likely to be the same, the tension in the room was building.

Several minutes later the priests stopped casting, their spell complete. The results were unimpressive. Nothing appeared to happen. Calain glanced across to the Chief Reviewer. The Reviewer nodded and said "It is done. The Accused has been Excommunicated from the protection of Ra". Excommunicated. Cast out. No longer a priest. Yet the white aura of Divinity was unchanged. Carver Dian was a priest. But not of Ra.

"Carver Dian. The charge of heresy has been proven. This Tribunal would prefer information to your life. Tell us everthing that we wish to know and you'll be allowed to leave our Island alive. Think well on this offer... it will not be repeated."

Calin once again made the offer. All of the accused had been given the offer. Mysteries remained. Mysteries that could pose a threat to the future stability of Centralia. It was a truthful offer. A unanimous vote agreed that they would prefer to know the truth rather than take vengence (Justice!) on the accused. This would be their last chance.

"I would sooner die than free you from your fears." The others had said similar things and the people were all to eager to oblige. Calin could not allow the last opportunity to get this information to pass. Let history judge his actions. The world, it turns out, is not black and white afterall.

"Very well. Let the trial continue and may the gods have mercy on your soul... and upon ours".

Calin refocused his thoughts on his role and the trial moved forward with practiced ease. Witnesses gave damning testimony, evidence was presented, all loose ends were tied. At the end of the day the Tribunal found Carver Dian guilty of all charges and passed sentence. "It is the judgement of this Tribunal that Carver Dian be stripped of all her coporeal possessions and those possessions given to one maimed in the war she caused. Said possessions to include her body. Her soul is to be bound and guarded pending its destruction in one of the volcanoes to the north. The peace of afterlife shall be forever denied. Such is the judgement of this Tribunal. Sentence to be carried out at Ra's first light tommorrow."