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My request is clear. Until Valindra comes forth to stand before The Red Lich, Mundas will burn. Your roads will never be safe. We ride beneath the dying moon. All cities will be subject to our patrols until the last embers of Xionism is snuffed out. Bring her to the Hexicanum.

"So what your saying is these vielwatcher hike up a convince tax by saying the void has activity in it? Brilliant. How's their supply of anti aging cream? It worked well in Haense."

An Inferi saves the date. "They are wanting us to ambush them clearly...interesting."

The Azulyte Odurex lofts the paper up with a smile. "Divert forces over to the Templar city. We'll engage them in the mountains as we do everywhere else."

An Inferi stares down at the two captive skulls in the throne room. "I could get use to a talking throne. This is fun."

The beast snarls as it looks over the writing. The Red Lich need not concern himself with embers. "May your woes be many, and your days few."

An Inferi stalks towards Celia'nor. Along a coast, to keep an eye on the port of Xion. "I'll snuff out any embers of this wretched order. Shameful, are the Warlocks somehow able to keep their pacts with the Moz, yet scorn it. Shameful are the witches that curse their father eyes. In this Age of Dragons. What place have the godless among us?"

An Inferi nudges a Warlock. "Peep this shit. We got action from the Draugar." "The battle continues."

"This did not age well. " Comments an Inferi, as it tosses it into the flames.

An Inferi looks up at the blood rain. And watches the demi Djinn slowly falling down into the Hexicanum. "This is hilarious."

Finally voidal magic is worth while again.

If I had an old Arcanism MA can I get that back? Also hilarious that paladinism gets shot and the magic they took heavily from returns.

A putrid eye flicks up towards the North. The flames spread over Aevos. The dwarven kin shall know fear in the days to come.

Somewhere a putrid beast gathers papers. Nodding a few times as it begins to lace and bind them into a leather back cover. "All of Braevos will be drowned in flame and blood. Rent sunder in hail. Yet they still can not unite. These pathetic excuses of descendants. They forsake their blood, may they choke in it."

The Infernal Hit Squad departs as soon as they had struck. Leaving woe in their wake as always.

Somewhere in the forests stalks an Inferi hours before it strikes. Illthrak was just another loose end to tie up.

Qudlia Jusmia goes about her normal Spirit Life. Visit to the fields of war, back down into Goth'stroh to visit a reflection pool. Time to check in on the Maehr. Things seem to be going well for them! "Missing, person report? Is BEEN LIKE THREE ELVEN WEEKS." "Ancestors guide you."

An infernal beast clutches the paper. Before it begins to be devoured by flame. It's head cranes to the north east. "Ye, o' hallow faith. Ythaen. Prepare."

All evidence so suggests, that Ke'makia Qua'req failed her duties. Their gifts as an oracle lost by infernal flame. Months turned to years. Years turned to isolation. At the beginning of the of the Age of Rancor, what would become of Kiel Vuakudah was but whispers of a woman that gave the keys of the kingdom to a young boy. The Velulaeu'ionn. Ahzek Morvyan. How many knew, mattered little now. The old home of the Maehr was set on flame. The great plan has begun to unfold. A small boat lodges onto the war-torn shores of Sakura. An Inferal beast returns with renewed might. Memories returning with each step. What was once Kiel was left behind. An Oracle damned of hell returns to the fray.

An aging dark elf gets whiplash from spotting the name Malinor so many times. All the whole while a green Power Ranger prepares for festivities