With the ritualistic grieving protocols now properly respected and completed, aside from the grand funeral which was sure to be an event for both of the major political pieces of Kohilngen, the two aforementioned establishments both announced various other installments to become readily available for view soon- and/or with possibly obvious signs of near-inhabitance. Others, on the other hand, seemed too dilapidated to completely have at their previous grandeur. Much of the Kohilngen sections known once as the Holy City, or the Greengardens District and the Mysterious Radiant Ones- had firstly been so devastated by rifts left open to the Planes of Negative and Positive Energy, and followed with the rampant destruction of a pyroclastic, that they were irreparable as they once were. Twas sad, but 'twas still life.
The Rebellion or something had certainly fomented the fierce dedication and homey atmosphere that Kohlingen recreated to live within its ruin. This didn't mean green things didn't begin to grow and flower and that rebuilding was unfeasible in every way, it merely meant that repurposing might be the preferred choice if one were to keep the history of the locale. Some walls seemed melty with energy's effects, some strange random effects on the fauna were dotting the landscape now. Was that a Moonflower? Here, in the flowering seat of the old court?
A manor that once house an historic refugee from Wars in Time was overgrown, even, with only the ghosts leaving markings on the walls as to the other duchies that had passed through these hallowed hills.
Hills! Not overrun by undead, that old Manor that was scary provided a criss-crossed stratification of farming that Chauntea's faithful had utilized with superb utilitarian reproduction in mind. Whatever they had won, they had won hard, so they were going to make it work and by Gods it was- there were perhaps a new willingness in the air of even the old, conservative citizens. Times were ripe for trying something new, feeling young again, dancing out by the old Feylake.. did she ever come sing for them anymore?
New stands, new grocers, new hammers, new bands- it seemed to be picking up in this now-tarnished, glimmering city of Defenders turned Triadics turned Mages turned Platinums. Not that anyone could remember all the fabled histories of the land, there were still people here dedicated to the rebuilding and making new memories here. Theirs. Because, it was still Kohlingen.
Now they just looked at you a little funnier. Don't cause any trouble. Ooh. Was that a Moonflower?
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