As the smoke cleared from the Stone Keep, the people of Swordseat were awestruck at the destruction. Duri quickly wheeled himself to Marcus.
"You alright? Hyriod was in there."
"Aye, I'm fine. Here, let's go find him."
Marcus then took hold of Duri's wheeled chair and they took off towards the ruined keep.
The men of Castillia that were camped near Werinvas heard of what happened in Swordseat. They believed that maybe old King Byrion used the liquid fire to get back at us but failed. They bickered and sneared, telling each other that they were right to rebel against such a deranged lunatic.
Under the ruins of the Stone Keep, Hyriod rose, weak and bleary-eyed. He looked around but the men were either burned to a crisp or crushed under the rocks. Then, faint gasps for air and a light cough. Hyriod searched the ruins, until he came upon Commander Fyris. Marcus and Duri had made their way to them.
"Help me get him free."
Fyris was trapped between two large rocks. When they removed the rock on top of him, they found he was impaled by an iron bar. Fyris bade them all come close.
"The war was a facade. Lord Jor was acting under the kings orders. All of it was a rouse. All part of some sort of mass sacrifice. King Byrion said that it was to the God of Death, just before he set off the liquid fire."
As he finished, he gasped for air, then all fell silent.
"How did you survive, Hyriod?"
"Duri, I don't know. I was towards the center of the crowd. Maybe I was in just the right spot. I seem to remember the sun shining down, maybe, I... I don't know."
Marcus then interjected: "We have to warn them. The people. Lord Jor is still out there. There are still men in rebellion."
"The entire rebellion is a lie. People are still at war, they still have grudges, families still torn apart."
"Then we have to find the legends of old. We have to find the hero's of Graiigreald."