Here's a short little lore story that's essentially Cieli's response to some recent things.
Deep within the cellar of her home, Cieli stood with a stave in each hand. In her right, she held a stave with a shaft adorned with various nature and stallion symbols. In her opinion, it was a weapon that was better suited for ceremonial events than every day fighting. But, even so, it was still a fine weapon. In her left hand, she held a much more worn stave made of sturdy, ebony wood and steel. The shaft of this weapon bore her last name, and was quite worn from use. The Altalar took one last look at each, a forlorn expression on her face, then placed them down. She then picked up a third stave that had been lying within her basement, for all intents forgotten until this time. It was a standard stave, the only defining factor being who had made it. Cieli let out a soft sigh, then turned and made her way out of her cellar with the weapon. This orc-made stave, from what she understood, was hardly ideal. But for now, it would have to do.
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