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A cold summer breeze dawned on the land of Illarion. Silence filled the air, for a moment, among the usual hustle and bustle. A moment in time of peace. Or so it would seem...

During the sleepy hours a group of hooded men adorned all in black cult drags lay ten slaughtered pigs with their eyes gauged out and throats slit in front of each of the three settlements; Cadomyr, Galmair and Runewick. The pork visibly bruised, hinting at suffer-able deaths, the carcasses lay for all to see, illuminated by the lonesome moonlight. A parchment accompanied them upon the doors...


Fools of Illarion, sheeple of this land. The time of reckoning has arrived.

For too long this island has ignored the one truth. The path our true father, Moshran, has set out for us. The Lord of blood and bones beckons his children to rise again and take what is rightfully ours. His name is never spoken among you as you are too frightened and conditioned to even open your mind.

Because of your impertinence, your walls shall fall in ruin. No life shall be spared. All shall be considered a sacrifice if they neglect to turn their faith to the father of blood and bones. We will crush our opposition like the rats who beg for food. We shall destroy your false idealisations like the fallacies that they are. You die behind your pigeon feed of gems and blindly follow leaders who are not worthy. This must change!

Arise children of the night! Our time has dawned! The undead dragon Zaras has risen. We must give our aid as we can. Offer our lives as though we are one. To Moshran, our one true father.

Awake, outlaws in the darkness. The greatest riches shall be yours. Trust in our father and we shall prevail! Come out of hiding and offer yourself to the one true cause.

People of Illarion you will know our name. For we are the Blood and the Bones. We will crush your insignificant ways. It is time to beg for mercy.

A black crow stands perched above every parchment as though waiting for reply ((send a pm if you want to get involved in some rebel antics.))

We shall say the name of our holy father aloud, Moshran! The one true father. The inevitable. The Blood and the Bones.


Overlord Kahramesz
High Priest of Moshran
Preacher of Blood and bones.

Vern comes by seeing the note and the carcasses and his face distorts in anger.

"Idiots, Moshran controls nothing, his people are scattered and weak. I'll seek yous out, I'll tear ye apart and show ye tha blessing awaiting all of "his" children."

But after a time he calms and ponders. This.. can be an opportunity... Smirking with unknown intent he heads back into the town.

A short red head with braids comes out the gate of Galmair and frowns then scowls as she reads the note, she rips it off and goes to the library to talk to Miggs. She leaves him with the note to hold so the other officials may look it over and a brief description of the man ".. seen him at the Neck Tie last evening.. very tall, human I think. His skin is almost black and his hair stark white and in a pony tail down his back." They continue talking for several moments before she leaves.

A short while later a half dozen dwarves are seen coming out the gate and hauling off the pigs to burn them then scrubbing up an blood or other evidence.

Overlord Kahramezs stood at the altar of Moshran in front of a paralized goat, of which he had dragged by the scruff mercilessly for several bloody yards. The goat barely moved but could be seen breathing softly as Kahramesz raised a fiery dagger, closing his eyes in prayer then. Speaking in the tongue of the Bone Lord, Kahramezs began to recite in what would be a sacrificial ritual...

"Gcnbty amtbrp! Gpmit uq, yjup hrvjit sbcfhpri ja ofjjh mih ojirq, tbr kjwrp tj qussrrh ci ajffjwcin tbr kmtb yju bmvr qrt ajptb ajp uq. Uictr uq, fjph, mih mssrkt tby bughfr qmspcacsr!

Frt uq qjmp tbrqr fmghq wctb tbr ofjjh ja tbr cnijpmit, cg yjup imgr mih sfrmiqr tbr wjpfh mih Illarion qj tbmt ct or kupr jisr mnmci!"

The air fell to a still, cold silence as Kahramesz lowered the dagger and struck the goat, bringing it's life to a bloody finish.

Aleytys leans on the parapet above Cadomyr.
Her gaze rests on the dark heaven as she feels a sudden coolness in the air. Her dark eyes widen and then narrowed she mumbles * The air is filled with your smell old foe ... and I am not afraid to encounter you again *
Quietly she wraps her black coat closer around her shoulder moving in thoughts towards the ladder - back into Cadomyr.