Within the western portion of Meranthe did a large conflict break out.
Rumours and murmurs had spread about towards the nearby cities, a skirmish between fel and the citizens of Aphros.
Witch of Sheol, Demon of Skarnfel, Dragon of Dawnstone. All present but an outcome told clearly, the loss of a phoenix child.
Days would pass with seemingly no real answers, not until messengers had made way to the city of balance, Aphros.

Quote:"Tristinia Djulkorren. Your traitorous actions have caught up to you.
How far will you go to steal the city of its Dawnseeker rule?
Surely one wouldn't abandon their own daughter.
Leave the failures of Aphros and return to Dawnstone, lay down your weapon and surrender.
For yourself, she may live free.
Do not keep me waiting, false dragon."

The message short and to the point. A looming threat felt to all those who read it.