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To those who survive
It began talk of bad weather. Storms in the Far North prodigious even for that inhospitable place. Then a trickle of refugees, farmers on the fringes, mad with tales of a hollow eyed giant laying waste to the waste. Then the WizardLords were dead. Not rumour, they were dead. Their psychic wails woke mages in their dreams night after night.
By then the Priests of Sanctum Citadel had began to deliberate. “How many Paladins could be spared? Would we leave ourselves open to revolt from Cult of leaves? Perhaps this could be used to our advantage and end the civil war before it began?” Only when the last of the Ever Forest was burning and the shadow of the profane colossus lay across the Citadel gates did we act.
To those who survive
It began talk of bad weather. Storms in the Far North prodigious even for that inhospitable place. Then a trickle of refugees, farmers on the fringes, mad with tales of a hollow eyed giant laying waste to the waste. Then the WizardLords were dead. Not rumour, they were dead. Their psychic wails woke mages in their dreams night after night.
By then the Priests of Sanctum Citadel had began to deliberate. “How many Paladins could be spared? Would we leave ourselves open to revolt from Cult of leaves? Perhaps this could be used to our advantage and end the civil war before it began?” Only when the last of the Ever Forest was burning and the shadow of the profane colossus lay across the Citadel gates did we act.
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