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Of Mana and Sulfur (An Ill-Omen to Hohkmat)


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Faeran’duil Lunuae peered his nose to the inscription after coming across the heinous sight of scarlet and severed heads. “The- Dark Star… I remember..” his breath would grow shaky as those words fell out. The elf mounted his horse, gliding up the street with a tight grip on his foci.

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The sound of bored humming could be heard within the cave, the seated Craftsman working away at the weaponry, large lines of skeletal bone craftsman working upon the variety of armaments'. "A Delmar always makes good on his deals." So did he, that deplorable and damned Delmar, continue to work upon those wicked and bastardized weapons of ire and plague. 

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Nefertiti would smirk devilishly from atop the upper balcony’s edge of the Qunita del Sorda. Her gaze shifted back to the rest of the Alzgomalda huddled up behind her, all adorning their faded crimson robes and various masks.

 

“It has begun, sisters. Time to make ourselves useful”. 

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Zinneia would step forward, leaving the other two Alzgomalda behind her, after placing her crow mask over her visage. She’d release a soft hum before speaking. 

 

”Razi a ubyz blothr, burz, undere serthekhur”.

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