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Tor Lithanel surrounded by a dome and sieged by Nurgle Daemons and corrupted dryads and ents. The barrier lasts because due to the winds of the magic dam Valariel made, the magic is concentrated enough to make it last longer and more powerful than initially anticipated. Making the barrier can last almost indefinitely unless something stronger breaks through or the Eonir Spellsingers are too tired to maintain it. Overall, there is no indication of both. The Eonir managed to perceive the threat of Wolfe and the Nurgle corruption early on after a survivor managed to reach Tor Lithanel to warn them.

The ruling queen Marrisith bypassed the High Council discussion and vote by immediately decreeing evacuation from border territories and settlements. Not all is well however as there are many stubborn Eonir that did not heed the decree. Particularly the Forestborn kith. Then while the decisiveness of the decree is commended by the Triumvirate, some of the High Council express their dissatisfaction from having their authority bypassed and by those that saw the abandoning of the larger Laurelorn territories as cowardly. These council members were of course part of the Forestborn kith that have most if not all of their territories abandoned in favor of only protecting the capital city which is mostly populated by the cityborn kith.

While they don’t think that the decree is made out of malice to the forestborn kith, they question the lack of direction after. As after the decree, the decision on how to proceed is returned to the High Council and so far, the discussion is at an impasse. The High Council convenes outdoors as per usual, in the Agora, under a massive and ancient silver barked tree with golden leaves. The last remaining Lornalim tree on Laurelorn. Citizens are also encouraged to come and listen to the council proceeding.

It was not the survivor that tells her that Nurgle attacks but a dream. It was a weird dream even for her. There she saw the humans from Nordland submit... no, not submitting, but listens and heeds the Eonir’s guidance on sharing the Laurelorn between both humans and elves. A naive hope beneath her and her mother's disdain for humans. Then a golden wolf collapsed in front of her. Its body rotting and the rot extends to her forest. “Mother.” The golden wolf whines in pain. “No. Not Mother.” It continued and she saw how the wolf’s eye dims as the rot slowly extends to its neck. In that dream, Marrisith decapitates the wolf, she doesn't know why, but she wants to at least save the uncorrupted part of the wolf. It was a very weird dream. After all, if someone has a face similar to her that the golden wolf mistakes her for someone else means that there’s another member of the line of Aenarion that she did not know.

With the preparation complete, Marrisith picks the pup, waking it, and putting it on the floor as she stands and leaves to her throne room. She doesn't know why she saved the pup back then. Regardless, the pup jumps alive and follows her footsteps as she walks with her bodyguard and handmaidens. So far, everything is according to what she plans. The decree gathers the Eonirs to one well fortified place, the Forestborn prepares themselves for war, the Cityborn hold their eagerness in check for the chance of reinforcement from Amber Hill. She understands her people and everything is coming to place. The only thing she did not take into account however, is that the capital does not have enough supply for all her populace through the winter, much less to train a new army. An indolence grown from her people's self-sufficiency.

Then as if sensing her worry, a voice sounds within her mind

“Mother will be here soon.”