Last Battle of Moon Pass

Military action

"In the poetic and lingering moonlight of the valley, the clans converged for one final foray. It was during this clash that the sky erupted into radiant light and our futures forever intertwined." | Avraathe's Origins by Nindis of Clan Teilzo

Across the battlefield, swords and spears clanged against shield and plate, reverberating off mountain walls like a cacophony of chaos. The crudely fashioned platinum tools of war gleamed like ripples of water on the surface of a mountain lake. The taste of a crisp winter morning undercut by the stench of blood, sweat, and recently overturned earth.   The two tribes, blue dragonborn and fair-skinned humans took turns cresting the central hill, swarming like ants to their queen in quick and decisive strikes before the other side would rally and push their own advantage. Looming beyond them, the shadowy grey mountains and the precious resources contained within stood waiting as the victor's prize, the sole inspiration these desperate clans needed for pressing on in their assault despite the mounting losses they had already endured.   The conflict continued well into the evening. In the poetic and lingering moonlight of the valley, the clans converged for one final forray. It was during this clash that the sky erupted into radiant light. Taken aback by the jarring shine of moonlight against pure platinum scales, the warriors and clansman fell to their knees. Resplendent wings gracefully pulsed in the air, kicking up dust that made each particle and beam of light present and dancing before each of us. Then a booming voice roared out like thunder over the valley.   "There is no mercy to be found in a death sentenced in the name of self-prosperity. If one rises only at the crushing of another, it is not by justice but by greed. The proclamation of victors is hollow when the blood of truth is spilled with disregard. And it is my will that these hills will one day blossom with the hope of a shared compassion and wealth. Thus, I declare this will now be a place of peace and of mutual prosperity. Let this conflict cease. Build alongside one another and share in the blessings of this city. And I shall be your god and you shall spread the truth of enlightened justice. May it always be tempered with mercy and punishment weighed with forgiveness. In this, these lands will be blessed for the generations that will follow all those here, human and dragonborn alike. For together, you shall serve as a testament to the true and righteous path set before you. Thus I declare, this I decree."   Even as the clansman continued to shield their eyes and hold their ground, the darkness splintered by moonlight returned. A silence blanketed the battlefield. Then, in an orchestra of clanging steel, swords and spears fell to the ground. As morning like broke behind the eastern peaks, the wounded were tended to and the dead were buried and honored together alongside those who had been enemies on only hours before. Once the ceremonys has been concluded, the clan elders joined hands and began to make arrangements and the city of Avraathe's foundation was laid within the tenday.   "The Last Battle of Moon Pass" as retold by Platinum Priest Bevurth on the annual Feast Day of Bahamut