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Tezellion'uth within some cave in some far off place awoke, a fire within the cavern. Requiring such he moved to seek some coffee grind mixing such until making a satisfactory brew. The Beans were of a distinctive origin grown along the Red Mountain. the Azdrazi knew not of his secrets of perfect coffee nor could they taste it anyway. He grew more alert moving onto the missives his imps scavenge and bring before him. Within he read something about eclipses, ignoring the missives he proceeded to look outside, the sun was still up as the Warlock shrieked hating sunlight soon returning to his glorious darkness. He returned; the Dread Prince looked back to the missive reading such upside down for a moment before he had a great idea. Clenching his fist he though to what had to be done... what horror he could bring. From a great elevation he quickly folded the missive together. Crafted meticulously the missive made an avian shape with an arrow like head, darting away to drift away with the wind and hopefully hit someone.

Tezellion'uth a Warlock bound to Dread looked upon the missive scoffing at the missive "He could not slay the Nephlim? So very weak, I slew one before I had started as a Warlock..." he states not knowing which he killed having flashbacks of when the An-gho got gunned down in a glorious drive by.

Vaseek watches always

Tezllion'uth the Prince of Dread rode along the roads making a display of a knight being dragged across the pavement, he had escaped counting to lead more chaos in the coming years. Meanwhile within Celia'nor an Aheral Dreki shouted as he looked to the missive, shouting various profanitys toward the north as he shouted aloud "CURSE YOUUUUUU NAAAAAAAEEEEELLLEEEEE!" Zavar looks dismissively toward the missive the great and powerful Poncho Goblin ponders if he must intervene however immediately grows distracted by his desire to forge a high density boomsteel frying pan.

Tezellion'uth, Ahzek whatever he was now learned of the news sitting within a dark cave he contemplated the future. He drifted along the lands not having the sense or feeling to mourn as he looked once more toward the desolated castle. The apprentice of the Court of the Crimson King did not look back, off to seek those who remained as a new era dawned for the Dread prince.

A Warlock held a bloodied blade marching through the treacherous dreamers march he thought little of his battle, beyond believing he had another bit of fun. (Id say see ya but I know we'll allways be gaming)

"Would if I brought dark spawn magics into your home and caved your skull in? What are you gonna do then?!!!" A crazed Azulyte Warlock states aloud crumbling the parchment and feeding it to a nearby imp likely Daal.

The Darkspawn problem known as Tezllion'uth cackles from within the Hexicanium "Darkspawn problem? I shall show you a darkspawn problem." The Bat bound Warlock raises a clawed handing ripping apart the missive and marching away.

"A Coma then..." The Warlock Tezellion'uth looked toward the results of his efforts "Sleep well then." He states knowing of the nightmares he cursed upon his being "You will awaken to see everything you love taken from you." the Warlock returns to his ambitions still pleased by the labour of himself and the Odurex.

Zavar a goblin if not THE goblin looked to the missive realizing he more then qualified for all that was asked only really questioning the need for a costume "Oh ho ho! Diz wun require Zavar! But only if dey kan katch mi!" The Goblin began to run out of the random barrel he inhabited giving himself a head start as he darted away.

"Mi been through da dezert on da horze wif nub name felt hozh ta be out ub da rain, lat nub remembah a fing cuz dere aint nub wun out ta gib lat da pain!" Sung the Goblin, the Ugluk Goblin Zavar as he wandered like a true Ugluk.

Following the recent acquisition by the demonic hordes of Hexicanium the Grub bucket is now under the control of the Warlock Chef Tezellionuth. It shall henceforth be called the Gut-Bucket, and our brand new menu will be available for your tasting pleasure! To all dark forces: Try our new Idiot Sandwich, with authentic toasted idiot brains stuffed between two loaves of bread, cultivated and flavored with the blood of my enemies! Enjoy Malflame grilled descendants and other local Mozstrimoza delicacies imported to Koyo-Kuni for all of your grub centric needs! Partake in our delectable fusion of Oyashiman and Demon culture with delights such as Spleen Sashimi! Come to the Gut Bucket the first of our chain to linger within the mortal realms under the banner of Hells Kitchen! Udax of the Azulytes Head Chef of the Gut Bucket

"Not devil or nation could fell Nor'asath, instead a meteor known as Susan." Part of Netseth felt he would be more displeased... though perhaps it was fated. He would never forget the part he played for his people. A sense of hope still lingered within the old Primarchs heart. He knew they would scatter again though perhaps everything still remained in another's hands as the Warrior lingered in a far away place. A Goblin stood within the crater on his knees, Zavar looked to a still lingering formerly buried statue of Velulaei as his poncho flowed in the wind, mourning the loss of barrel blarg shouting the very heavens "LAT BLEW IT UP! DAMN LAT DAMN LAT ALL DO DA MOZ!!!!!" Meanwhile from within the Hexicanium The Azulyte Warlock formerly a Velulaei'onn known as Ahzek cackled in his newly found horrific form.

A fresh burning fist was held by the Warlock known as the Udax. An Eye lost though all was worth it in the end as the Mystic God remained in his thoughts. "To become a god in a godless ideology, hypocrisy at its finest... he was worshiped and seen as above all, now look at them it was worth every effort to see to this things end." The Warlock moved on as his thoughts lingered on the idea having been pleased to have laid his hands and watch a mighty being burn.

"There is no escape, no hope, your spirits reward is only within death to those who march under our lord! We shall march eternal!" The Udax announced watching the city burn asunder satisfied with his work.