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Now, little more than a mere hundred years since Mierin unwittingly unleashed evil upon our once prosperous society, the Shadow begins preparing itself for the final domination. Those left in the Hall of Servants and their beleaguered supporters plan their defense. Inane pacifist groups roam the streets, begging for a peaceful compromise that can never be entertained. Most of the population, though, traverses the horrors of daily life, willing to sell their souls to whatever faction can bring order. The first hint of flame, and the fires of war will commence. War, the unthinkable myth from the First Age now suddenly a deadly certainty. Our only questions are when, and where, and how? And what, if anything, will survive?
Jerus Sarneth Kresanus |
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