Excerpt from Sundering of the Two Moons.

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Randew.” Suda called to his new commander of the guard. The Graul came near and bowed, “Go back across the bridge. Tell the men there to push forward and to hold the southern entrance. Then return to lord Rivon and tell him what has occurred.”
Randew nodded, two fingers pressed to his heart. He went to leave but Dusan’s voice stopped him, “Go and tell him yourself. We have done what we came here to do, and we have paid a heavy fee for it.”
“I have not done what I set out to do.” Suda said, fire burning in his eyes, “I set out to make sure that none of our lands are ever governed by a tyrant king and I stand by that pledge by any dark road that Livella cannot light for me. I shall go into the southern realm and end this would be God’s rule.”
The company were speechless, and they stared at Suda as though seeing him for the first time. He seemed tall in his grief, a fire burning in his red hair like Drage of old. To them he was the vision of a king, with a crown of red flames upon his head.
Randew left and Suda stepped towards Lidya’s body, “Your idols Dusan.” He called behind him.
The priest nodded and from his back he pulled out four disks, each as large as his palm. One was of silver, with an image of a star. The second held the image of a mountain and it was made from a mix of many metals. The third disk held a glass phial and clear water from the rivers of Brinsita sat within. The last bore mirrored glass, so that one could truly admire Gadrika’s work. Dusan placed these upon Lidya’s body. The mirror atop his head, the phial of water at his mouth, the star upon his chest and the disk of Orna on his midriff, “Son of Dragor, descendant of Livella, let your soul go now to rest within her halls. Soon we shall find a ship and Thera shall carry you beneath the stars, where Drage will claim you.”
They prayed together but when Dusan went to retrieve the tokens, Suda stayed him with his hand, “On these four tokens I lay a pledge.” An eerie silence grew in the cavern as everyone seemed to hold their breaths, “I, Suda of house Drage, pledge that I shall not return to my home. Nor shall I find simple rest until the king of Scaraden is laid utterly to ruin and his four towered church is destroyed and in its place a star of Livella built. If I should fail, then my house shall ever be laid in enemy of Scaraden, and I swear not to go to the halls of Livella until this pledge is fulfilled.” He lifted his sword from the floor and ran his hand along it. He winced as blood dripped towards Livella’s token. From the chamber below a wind rose and the blood fell not onto the star but the mirror of Gadrika. As it touched, there was a blinding flash of green flame, and the blood became a pungent sickly smoke. An eerie calm fell over the tunnel and doom weighed heavy upon the company.