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The End of Brangorm the Brown When Sasha explained the need for a replacement steward for the Watering Grotto of the Baranar, they
were surprised to hear that the ancient druid Brangorm the Brown is still alive, for the Aspects
had not heard from him for many hundreds of years. Notice was given to the other counsel members
and various people were nominated for the position. Some choose to decline the nomination and
those who remained were reduced in number by the will of the Aspects. Sasha was left to choose from
the two that remained since she was acting on behalf of Brangorm and because she was familiar with the
needs of the Baranar giants. The choice was difficult, but she settled on an earth genasai of
dwarven descent by the name of Hannock.
Then, with terrible exertion, the statuesque and crumbling giant moved, a rasping moan escaping
its lips at the great effort it must take. Slowly, dust and bits of flesh turned to rock it raised its hand
to its lips and then lowered it to its breast, and in a motion as though it were drawing something
out, glimmering motes of light traveled out of him and encircled his hand like tiny stars of various
hues. He selected one of the five motes and cradled it in his other hand, intoning in a rumbling
and cracked whisper, "This, Annos, I freely give to you, Sasha, without expectation of recompense,
for you have done well by me." He held the mote to Sasha, for her to accept it. As she reached out to
take it she felt the great movement of fate and destiny unfolding about her. The mote was weightless
and it sunk into the palm of her hand, leaving a brief circular eldritch mark upon her flesh
that faded away, though she remained aware of its dim presence. Then she felt her awareness of the
world about her tangibly expand in clarity with an ecstatic rush of euphoria and a tingling of
flesh. She was briefly intensely aware of her body and surroundings as though her perspective was
that of an existential spirit and her body but a temporary shell. She watched in crystalline detail
as Brangorm bestowed other gifts upon Hannock, whose eyes widened as his body is briefly surrounded by
four mingling auras and the motes disappeared within him. She knew that only he and few others can
relate to this strange and life changing experience and feel a deep, almost spiritual bond with
him and the giant at this revelation. The sensations only seemed to fade as her mind adapted itself
to the heightened state of awareness, though it would be a long time before she forgot the decades
that passed before this event, when she lived with lesser clarity.
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