In Lucem

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Reports filter in across Meranthe, primarily in those places that touch on the fringes, on the least civilized parts of the world. From the harsh deserts to the west, to the untamed forests at the foot of the tower of Aetius, even to the frozen reaches in the bowels of Ualdir's ruined temple that have long fallen to Atrellyan ash and ruin.

A Beast.

A Noble Wolf.

A Demon.

The reports beggar belief, so scattered as they are. Tales told by shepherds in their fields in the dead of night, wanderers along dim roadsides, or guards that must have fallen asleep at their post to have such strange and monstrous visions come to them. The tracks found by hunters in the snow and loam, the droplets of purple that pool in paw-prints.

Tales tell of a beast with a great black hide marked in handprints of charred onyx and red and pearlescent white, its eyes a deep carmine, with a great, weeping wound in its chest - a Bleeding Heart that defies logic with how the beast continues to appear hither and yon with such determination.

Surely a story. Easy to discount as that, and nothing more.

Until it was then spotted on the fringes of a budding oasis camp. Until it spoke - until she spoke. The voice of a young woman, from the maw of something so wretched.

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“Long have I seen and watched. Long have I offered aid from the shadows, from the dark places. Had been a shadow. 

There is time to step into the light. To feel the sun again.

If you would bite through that which binds your, or another, come and seek it. Prove your worth. There are few on Meranthe that know more of the Fel forces that bind than I.  

I offer knowledge. I offer silvered teeth and claws.

I offer a choice.

I do not offer subjugation. I do not offer pacts, bargains, or ask for obeisance.

Know that that which binds can be broken. That which binds can be devoured."

"And I can show you.”

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Knowledge to be given. Lessons to be taught. On the Arcane and other matters. The last of the near-extinct Noble Wolves is reported to roam, yet it appears to be lingering at times near the Akh-Tural claimed oasis in the western reaches of Meranthe's continent.

(PM Felice Argus, send a letter, or find her on the map to set up a scene.

The Akh-Tural camp is located at 197, 823.

 Public lessons or demonstrations may follow)