Night smothered Chal’Bhar on the Scosglen-Kehjistan border. For three nights, vampires and ghouls broke the failing wards. As the last torch died, a woman cloaked in black flame stepped through the ash.
“The Order won’t come. But I will,” she said, dismounting her burning steed, Ashmane.
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2Snow goblin
13/08/2025
Wazenez
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13/08/2025