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"Let me tell you a tale. There once was a newt, who claimed to walk the path of dragons. Who allies himself with folk who did anything but. There was once a Den Father, who made a poor decision during trying times. During times of war, and indifference. Giving out a title that meant nothing was given to this newt. A participation trophy, if anything. A newt who couldn't decided if he wanted to face us, or join them. If he wanted to slumber, or strike. If he wanted to aid us, or hinder us.

He's made his decision.

The decision to die.

Any who choose to harbor him will take this decision to the grave."

 

Snow falls down the Coat while darkness looms overhead. A shadow is cast upon the mountain, and that shadow begins to spread. With the Cafe claimed, with the bridge of Baleford fallen, the Ebonblooded and Templar's gear up to siege yet another domain. They may be wounded, and weary, but still they ready themselves to march in Naysien's name.

The Purge of the Cressentis Tower has been declared.

 

"He will be avenged."

 

Date: TBA