"Viridya led the mortals to the City called Hope not only because it was a powerful symbol of rebirth, but because it was home to the two soulstones; mighty shrines created by mortals ages past in remembrance of the Giant War. Within them was said to slumber the wrath of a million spirits. Viridya hoped they would wake when the time was right." — The Aedai Chronicles
Viridya watched them stream into the city. A trail of humans, winterling elves, even some kobolds, the mortal peoples of the north. All had found their way here, shepherded by the Skylords. The cursed ones would not be far behind, it was just a matter of getting enough of them here to make her plan work.
Viridya found her thoughts returning to the mortal, Rogan Kayle. His group was still missing. She would need to guide him and already knew which of the Skylords she would ask to stay behind and mount the first part of the defense. Not all had the resolve to defy Brannoc’s orders and not all would be able to act swiftly enough to make her plan work. Viridya would have prayed, were there any gods left to hear her.