03-31-2022, 06:59 PM
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A warm, dim night upon Moxtli. Two magi clash to a spectacular display.
The nature of their meeting remains a mystery, yet rumors spread swiftly, however belated.
Rumors accompanied by dread alone.
Quote: "...he was with a child. The Warchief halted them both."
"...something about a story. The lion, the stag and the fawn."
"Something about leaving the young behind, escaping predator."
Limbs torn, crimson spilled upon grass.
The husk of a man free of life deposited to a running river.
A child ran the path downstream, desperately trying to catch it.
The Warchief's address after the events remained vague to those unknowing.
Yet it was clear;
Moxtli held only the intent to fell the Dreadwoods.
Above all else.
Quote:"Let this be a lesson."
"For I will show no mercy to those who act outside their nature."
The Warchief's address after the events remained vague to those unknowing.
Yet it was clear;
Moxtli held only the intent to fell the Dreadwoods.
Above all else.