her untarnished sword

Straight back to her warrens straight back to the source was where she would flee as a matter of course. With passions inflamed and a fire within she'd ratchet back fury and then soon begin to douse soothe and quiet with white stillness pure while hoping thus peacefulness long to ensure. Now out of this practice did emerge a path to lessen the sting and the bite of her wrath and usher in peacefulness there at her very core returning to silent compassion once more. When seeing the nothingness shine from her face her enemies quick for their redoubts would race abandoning their plans to upset her seat concerned but for themselves and their living meat. She rose from the ashes of unconquered Grig where little was moving chicken nor pig and pulled from the rubble her untarnished sword and uttered these hallowed legendary words: 'Good riddance invaders who now scamper forth we've proved to them today our true stalwart worth and saved our city and our precious lands from those foul rapacious those far-roving bands. Now pick up a shovel and help mend these walls and help now rebuild these vaulted meeting-halls and look not to vengeance but always to peace – there's no point in us too becoming such beasts. We praise Nuuzstathena and thank her anon for helping to ensure this battle was won and ask for her blessing upon those to come we humble Grigovians standing as one.' With that rose a cry from the gathering crowd of men dressed in rags and of women in shrouds who turned to their labors with much studied grace – huzzah for this high-mountain and hardy race!

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