Afterwards, the work of organizing the pacified Zharun settlement proceeded with swiftness. As the initial panic that had gripped the Zharun settlement gradually gave way to a tense, fragile order.
With the rogue looters executed and the immediate fires smothered under shovel-loads of damp ground, Warchief Veylara wasted no time asserting the full, unyielding weight of her authority. She did not rule from the shadows, nor did she allow a vacuum to persist for even an hour.
Standing atop the elevated dirt dais of the Great Lodge… where Chief Vane's bloodline had ruled through terror for generations… Veylara issued her first sovereign decrees.
"Bring the clan seals and the totem markers!" Veylara's voice rang across the central square, amplified by a steady power of her Layer 4 essence.
Two Veynar warriors dragged out the central tribal emblem of the Zharun: a massive, soot-blackened wooden totem carved in the likeness of a roaring blood hound with flint fangs.
