The funeral for the Martyrs of the Azure Hills ended quietly, as two funerary tablets were placed in the hallowed halls beneath the mountains. Patriarch Baatar bowed in acknowledgement to the two heroes, the first two names of what would hopefully be an institution that would last into eternity. The children of the Blue Sky had done their duty, and now could sleep peacefully. One tablet was carved out of stone from the mountain itself, carved by Rou Tigu; the other, made from the lacquered wood of the Lonely Tree. Two separate paths that found a place together. They were the kind of monuments that paid their full respects to where those had come from, and when their time came to an end. A shard of stone from the Grand Ravine would be placed here too. Though they would have to have a grand conclave of all their elders to chart this new course. The Grand Ravine did not bury their dead. The Grand Canyon Condors took their bones into the blue sky, so they could fly eternally… but to be bound forever with your comrades, ready to defend this sacred place, would be acceptable to some. As had clearly been acceptable to their ancestors; Baatar had seen the symbols in the old mausoleum. Brothers and sisters of the Ravine had chosen to rest in this place, and to move their remains now would be the height of disrespect. Baatar watched over the children as they paid their respects; every member of the Grand Ravine in Dueling Town was here, by his command, their bandannas absent as they said goodbye to the honoured dead in the Imperial way before departing. Some of the Imperials seemed rather shocked at the reverence, but they should not have been. They had (...)