LORE: Mulsor

Thaa knelt and gathered a handful of that pitiful flaked earth into one hand, let it dribble from cupped fingers into a little pile. Thaa did this again and again, lovingly, as one strokes the hair of the dead.

“Mulsor lingers. Great Mulsor! The Aryati turned her to dust. The sea flooded in and carried her away. Time itself cannot forget her. The children of Leur do not die.”

Thaa rose and pointed to the flickering vision of the dead City, forever trapped in the ghost of the World’s rememberin...