The War On Ailmere

[PrimnyaQuorum 1036]

Haus squints as the missive in his hands seems to magically lose a signature before his eyes, ink vanishing off the paper in his hand and the remaining filing down to fill the new gap, as if it had never been there at all. Those cosmic eyes cast skyward, as he silently wonders which newborn the Kaethulian council has sacrificed this time to the spirits to achieve the grand feat of magic witnessed right before his gaze.