When Intaro Rhiannon slowly succumbed to her wounds in the arms of her youngest son, she raised her voice for the last time and there was weeping and gnashing of teeth in the withered souls of all those who did not follow the First-Created of Athyria with an upright heart and mind. Powerful and full of hope she sang of a new time that was to come, and the peoples present hung off her every word, and the verses of the Exalted Song burned themselves into the memory and souls of those who never listened to the poisoned words.