In Lucem

[Sale Bête]

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War still stirs through the nation. Larger titans of power clash against one another. Rituals stir on high mountains. Nations rise and fall, with some even closing their gates entirely.

 
The omens from the wilderness - though quiet by comparison against the backdrop of greater, monumental conflicts - are still there. Still open, in the light of day and far from silent.
 
Though the trails of blood are greater, staining the usual places here and there across Meranthe, the Demon Wolf that makes them is still abroad. With stubborn determination it still roams.
 
Sometimes alone.
 
At times, in the company of others.
 
It wanders its usual route, from one end of the continent to the next, but now seems to be gravitating towards a central area once more: east, into the depths of the Shadowland, where a small, budding encampment forms - there lie a scattered few of various shapes, backgrounds, and creeds.
 
The Noble Wolf of the Bleeding Heart is purported to speak from this place among the woodlands:
 

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“Two now Unbound."

 
"Two born anew in Rebellion, their Souls freed of shackles, their pacts Devoured.
 
I do not offer subjugation. I do not ask for obeisance. I will tell to you what I offer:
 
For those without a home, I give a roof.
 
For those chained, I offer Freedom without Cost.
 
For the Oppressor and those of False Righteousness, I offer my scorn.
 
But for those that would rise and fight that which binds.
    Those that would stand against those that make of each other tools and sacrifices.
    That would stand and see the Folly of Man unraveled.
 
You will have of my knowledge.
You will have of my teeth.
You will have of my claws.
You will have the blood of my Heart.
 

"And I will show you - a Cycle broken.”

 

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(Felice Argus can be reached by PM or letter, as well as through Discord at mooseika)

(The Shadowlands camp and its denizens are located at 934, 359)