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[!] Across Aevos lumber Stilt Striders near the roads, passing along beneath eternal night. Letting loose scrolls tied to narrows into cities, manors, and roadside trees.  Containing the following writing.

A call to the wretched of the world. The time is nigh. 

 

To the west where cherry blossoms bloom is a fort. Outside, this fort. Are some tents. If you seek battle, blood, chaos, and terror come. Perhaps some of you will be turned into ghouls if you show potential. The strongest will perhaps even gain greater gifts. 

 

I will give you basic equipment. Armor. Shields, bows, arrows, javelins, and other armor to this degree. You will not be coming inside the fort, without direct approval. It is earned. If you're competent. We might make you wood walls and more tents. 

 

If you want water go to the swamp and boil it. If you want food raid cities and farms, I do not care. 

 

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An Armored Deviless would start reading the call, her silver-grey eyes darting across the printed letters. She then crumples the page before whistling for her horse. She heads for Hexicanum.