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Prayer Day [!] Across Aevos letters rain down from imps and grotesque crows. Unknown to any but the witnesses of the crime. Ravenmire is host to guests of The Old Dark. A putrid gaggle of horses stride into a new reach established. With demands of Prayer to their dark lord. The men and women of Ravenmire did not meet this call, and instead challenged the hordes' decree. The warriors pushed the youth inside. Meeting their fates with honor. In a fatal push out, horrid ichor splatters a wall. Defenders pushing onto the street, met with soul eating flames. Their fates are their own after the events of the Prayer Day. Leaving the survivors worse for wear. Two Inferis perform a horrid act. They condemn these souls to the High Hells. WE COME, YOU DID NOT PRAY. YOUR FATE IN THE SKIES IS FORFEIT INSTEAD. WITNESS US Infernal Word of the Day: ɠα ʅψչ α: The concept of Religion or Faith. Sincerly, The Left and Right Arm. Kiel Vukuduah.

A shaman coughs in the corner of a dark room. "I can't believe this is having to be said."

"Chaos in the nick of time.." Says a fiend

"Oh buck up, youthful Niikgolug shamans. Their is balance to this ebb and flow. Sadly, the east must burn. So either get ready to start convincing halflings that the big Spirit Knox wants them to make it easier. Or just sit this out." Said some old shaman. A fiend plots to turn butter halfling nationalist into Imps. . .

"Delightful work." Spoke a fiend.

I don't care about the rest I saw no more Olog strength 15 foot tall stone boys and I am happy.

Neat little concept but I think it needs to go back to the drawing board. A lot of staff over sight required for this atop of all other work already being done. It is neat but I think it doesn't fully follow Canon Energies. Anima also moves and produces Mana inside the soul. (So anything with a soul that can move it's Mana with its Anima could Soulfuel. In enjoy the idea of an apotheosis like magic. I think a few people here could help you with ideas as well, I notice no credits to any peer support.

A shaman fiddles with an odd trinket. "Kanon? Oh yes I know Kanon well.." Clad in leathers, he cranes his head for another whispering of old Kanon.

A fiend spits out its Rakir. Which it begins to immediately lap off the icey floor.

ɠα ʅψչ α [!] Across Aevos letters rain down from imps and grotesque crows. Unknown to any but the witnesses at the bridge. Numendial is host to guests of The Old Dark. WE DO NOT SHY FROM YOUR CHALLENGE LIGHTBRINGERS. WITNESS US THE BELL HEARD, ACROSS THE WORLD. This is only the beginning.

An Inferi watches the Tweeter wars get wild.

"It must spin, Oracle." Says a fiend as hellish ritual alters are prepared across Aevos for the coming Rancor.

A Kozun rolls up it's sleeves as other ghouls try to hold it back. "I just wanna talk." "We're just gonna talk."

A fiend stares blankly into the pockets of spaces. Perhaps in another life, Ke'makia Qua'req would have sympathized with the blight of the woman. Mindless slaughter in its wake. Though Ke'makias fate was one etched in stone, yet not so tangible- For what had been a mother, and her daughter was another collection to the strength of Kiel Vuakudah; this creature without empathy. Chasing a vision it carries bound to the arm of dying traces. Days when mortals spoke, nature did listen. In the tongues of men, they call this creature Demon. In the drabble of the gods, where language overlapses and collapses, they call these creature the Inferi. The Demon Amongst Men.

I haven't seen anyone talk about Kanon in long time...

Current void is on the same path as ancient Shamanism. Scarified and spread across over magics I don't necessarily dislike voidal magic. I just think it's getting bloated with stuff.

"Interesting..."

A fiend stares at the waves. This missive, it would keep for herself. "Of course the 'heros' pull the cat out of the bag."

A fiend does the krug-shake with a group of various darkspawn as copies reach them and the bards already begin their singing.

Please can my Kozun have it, please can my Kozun have it. PLEASE CAN MY KOZUN HAVE IT

"HAHAHAHAHAHA" Quips a horned soul blueprint

A Kozun remains blissfully unaware that the former Prince had been wiped from the face of cosmic creation .