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TACT boded the futile footfalls of one contingent of far-seeing men; prints and tracts of their sabatons, flung far and near, biding the earthen steppe that was ANDO ALUR, smote by nascent forces and synergies of mana. VLADISLAV's watch was chiding: a hoar frost and cool whipping ravenously 'gainst his ebon vestments, boring his form with a rime cold from the naves to the chops — despairing, as it capered the sullen glade, almost, vicariously projecting the ivory citadel: twice five miles of fertile ground, tawny towers girded 'round. From his rear, reticent breaths found resolve, estranging the wiseman known as MENEUS OF VOR, positively clad from corner to corner, tenaciously met at the fringe of his kindred, the MAN-MAKER: discordant, grating chords which trilled through the prairie, to the base of those eastbound alps: snow-capped, in rows four-by-four.
FOR, the ground was sundered from its seams: and from it, rose vapours of dominion, ringstraked with vestiges of the cataclysm — a testament to the might of magicka. The RAEV of the litter sniffled with some modicum of lethargy, a pestilential nimbus exhumed from 'twixt his nostrils: the bridge of his snout reaping a number of pleats and folds, scrunched with silent, forsaken rumination. In truth, a trepidation bore his mien, from top to bottom; the wick of his torch spitting with torrents of granular cinder, the cataclysmic haar subsiding at its spittle, proving insufficient to mitigate his shudder and qualms.
'FROM the vestiges of ANDO ALUR, the frameworks of ASH'AR became manifest, the final foothold of mankind unadulterated by PALEBEAST,' decreed one amongst the motley band.
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VLADISLAV'S pedantic survey ran athwart from the ruination, cast unto the unseeing seer at his leftward flank: then harkening to the uncomely desolation which was the remnant threshold of ANDO ALUR, a sequence and cadence of heady sighs exhumed from the lordling. The heel of his leathered sabaton grazed and skimmed the rent pauldron of a cadaver: felled by the rout and retreat from that Haelun'orii fief. His stoic posture lurched and teetered to and fro, only 'ere it drew to a halt in full swing: cross-examining the lame carcass' vestments, textile from textile, considering its minutia with a sliver of discontent.
HE rescinded his glare from the unseemly thing; opting defer to the MAN-MAKER:
"Another spirit rent and spent, cast aside like a battered torch.
… The Palebeast is hearty, even here, Psevdosaiman.
We have need for stock of valour: not yet battered,
Man-maker.
IN the wake of that exchange, he penned and compiled a number of missives and writs; entrusting them upon a varmint courier, to cast them upon the four corners of the world, to a numbered stock of acquaintances, far-flung, VIKTOR among them, unknowing that he would know no such letter.
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