Long bridge and small island A Midsummer Candidature had been commanded by the Shaman of the Seven Tribes, as sometimes happened in bountiful years. From each Tribe, a carefully selected few were to attend at the ancient meeting place marked by a vast standing stone. This stark monolith was said to be visible for miles over the windswept plains on the coast of the Inner Sea, its dull grey surface etched with runes so old that none could now comprehend their import.

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