A Homecoming in Red - Custodia Argili

[Moloch]

The news, quick to come, chides throughout the eastern portion of the continent.

For the word is that the Grimmore now host a new patriarch, one once exiled, one once unbeknownst to the line. The girth of the pretending suitors to the role, yielding to their claims upon the deed done reaching.

For it is said that the youngest of the pure three has ridden the estate of the curse that ailed it so for long. The grimoire of Antares, the cornerstone of the miasma, an item of dread and perversion, now rests sealed by none other than the sorcerer of the waystone's hand - the Wayfinder's runic proficiency, with the right selfless sacrifice, laying an imprint not to be broken by mortal hands - blocked by a mark of Silverlight essence, never to be opened again. Its whereabouts are now unknown.

And in turn, the legacy of the once-grand noble family is vindicated, the dread cleansed by nay one, but a harbinger who came with aid of loved ones. One who claims the seat at the head.

"We severed bonds nearly a century ago, in dissent with a kingship.
Why should the steps that see us return aland be in pursuit of bearing the hallowed crown?
What has happened to our ideals?"

"This megalomania and contradicting dread needs to see end.
I will make the compromise nay one of our leaders prior deigned to,
salvation for this family is still within reach."

"I've lifted the curse.
Now, I'll lift the name. Us."

"Stand with me."

Atticus ven Grimmore, keeper of the faith and patriarch to the estate, and Amori Pellelion, Archmagi of Osrona, convene with the council.

And after deliberation - a conversation that takes into account the sacrifices made by their bringer, as well as the reliability of said individual - the outcome is made clear. Their revindication should be upheld to reparations and loyalty, but it wouldn't halt the Grimmore family from returning to the trifecta of great noble families.

As such, the estate now bears Osronan banners, a symbol of its reunion with the shimmering city, one that denotes that it has been taken under its wing yet again. That curse of hunger ails them no more, and the name finally stands in support of the archmagedom. The big three falling behind the Kether once more, as they were in the golden days.

And the youth of the red would be responsible for overturning the wounded perception the locals still bear of the noble dynasty.

The future seems bright.