Ebonhold no more.

[Sachiko]

Breaking through the clouds, a tower of green chaotic mana launches barbarically into the night sky.

      

Green ghostly figures stalk the stronghold's stone pathways, and whatever life that did manage to slide through the gaps withered and perished.

    

The small demonic city was enveloped in a chilly draft, and the odor of death marched through the houses of those who sought shelter within Ebonhold.

     

In the air, a black fog is developing...

      

So, the struggle for supremacy persists within the demon society's never-ending cycle.

      

"I've demonstrated how far I've progressed and how far my hands can extend.

    

Sadly, my demands are simple.

    

Hand over Ebonhold while you're still living or face me Pity; the Horde doesn't require a sheep to rule.

       

Please don't make me wait..."

 

[Dazzer]

The cold chill of the night, flowed through Ebonhold as it always did.
A familiar face, some assumed to have disappeared returned to the forefront once more; was it due tot his challenge? Or was it simply fortunate timing?
Who knows... One thing however, was evident; His response.

"Say Less. Come and take it."
-Pity

Deadly 6 (Or Less if you're feeling you are not up for that.)

[Sachiko]

A battle that shook the forts of Ebonhold, destroying their walls and leaving many citizens stunned.

          

Their prized leader was defeated.

     

Kneeling to death and surrendering to The Necromancer of The Deep is a fate that has befallen Meranthe.

"A new era has begun, but it is not one of gold.

Keep praying and holding onto your deity's The Deep One will surely return."

         

Under the rise of a blood moon, they say changes are to come.