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>Coccaro at 11:43, 17 February 2020

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	In a dark and dusty hall, with only a corpse as company, a dying man whispered, "Mother Taiia, cleanse that which is unclean." And it was so.		In a dark and dusty hall, with only a corpse as company, a dying man whispered, "Mother Taiia, cleanse that which is unclean." And it was so.

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			== Recollections by [[Jeroy]] from the Pardor Pass ==
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>Dhvanit: /* The Last Recollections of Amon Therai, Servant of Taiia */

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The Last Recollections of Amon Therai, Servant of Taiia

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	''Words found etched hastily on an empty page in an ethereal script in Amon's notebook, recovered among his last possessions''		''Words found etched hastily on an empty page in an ethereal script in Amon's notebook, recovered among his last possessions''

	I don't have much time. Already the surge of power I've taken into myself is overwhelming me, far more magical might than any feeble mortal frame was ever meant to possess. The discrete levels, the limitations, the very concept of limits has flown free and far and left me with nothing but this awesome strength, a sure weight in limbs I've barely ever flexed before. I can expand myself out, touch the very underpinnings of the weave and...no focus, ''focus''. Here, now. Lives at stake, friends dying to buy time. Time to save them, save them all. Time to find the right words to make Her will manifest.		I don't have much time. Already the surge of power I've taken into myself is overwhelming me, far more magical might than any feeble mortal frame was ever meant to possess. The discrete levels, the limitations, the very concept of limits has flown free and far and left me with nothing but this awesome strength, a sure weight in limbs I've barely ever flexed before. I can expand myself out, touch the very underpinnings of the weave and...no focus, ''focus''. Here, now. Lives at stake, [[The Eternal Order\|friends]] dying to buy time. Time to save them, save them all. Time to find the right words to make Her will manifest.

	In a dark and dusty hall, with only a corpse as company, a dying man whispered, "Mother Taiia, cleanse that which is unclean." And it was so.		In a dark and dusty hall, with only a corpse as company, a dying man whispered, "Mother Taiia, cleanse that which is unclean." And it was so.

>Dhvanit: /* The Last Recollections of Amon Therai, Servant of Taiia */

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The Last Recollections of Amon Therai, Servant of Taiia

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	''Words found etched hastily on an empty page in an ethereal script in Amon's notebook, recovered among his last possessions''		''Words found etched hastily on an empty page in an ethereal script in Amon's notebook, recovered among his last possessions''

	I don't have much time. Already the surge of power I've taken into myself is overwhelming me, far more magical might than any feeble mortal frame was ever meant to possess. The discrete levels, the limitations, the very concept of limits has flown free and far and left me with nothing but this awesome strength, a sure weight in limbs I've barely ever flexed before. I can expand myself out, touch the very underpinnings of the weave and...no focus, focus. Here, now. Lives at stake, friends dying to buy time. Time to save them, save them all. Time to find the right words to make Her will manifest.		I don't have much time. Already the surge of power I've taken into myself is overwhelming me, far more magical might than any feeble mortal frame was ever meant to possess. The discrete levels, the limitations, the very concept of limits has flown free and far and left me with nothing but this awesome strength, a sure weight in limbs I've barely ever flexed before. I can expand myself out, touch the very underpinnings of the weave and...no focus, ''focus''. Here, now. Lives at stake, friends dying to buy time. Time to save them, save them all. Time to find the right words to make Her will manifest.

	In a dark and dusty hall, with only a corpse as company, a dying man whispered, "Mother Taiia, cleanse that which is unclean." And it was so.		In a dark and dusty hall, with only a corpse as company, a dying man whispered, "Mother Taiia, cleanse that which is unclean." And it was so.

>Dhvanit: Might add some stuff later but I'm kinda happy with it rn

2020-02-13T02:59:39Z

Might add some stuff later but I'm kinda happy with it rn

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	== Recollections by [[Ember]] ==		==Recollections by [[Ember]]==
	The battle of [[Windy Bluff]] was almost upon us and we needed to prepare. [[Cassio]] called upon our fire God [[Surtur]] for help. He denied us, I believe he did not deem the foes worthy enough of his attention. However he did tell us the God of death, [[Nerull]], is the driving force behind the dread horde. I am not sure what to make of this news, but the Magistery must be made aware. As long as we survive to pass the news on.		The battle of [[Windy Bluff]] was almost upon us and we needed to prepare. [[Cassio]] called upon our fire God [[Surtur]] for help. He denied us, I believe he did not deem the foes worthy enough of his attention. However he did tell us the God of death, [[Nerull]], is the driving force behind the dread horde. I am not sure what to make of this news, but the Magistery must be made aware. As long as we survive to pass the news on.

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	Before this battle, however, I had not known despair. When the towering crocodile visage on the horizon approached, and brave [[Cassio]] and I agreed to fight to the last to give [[Amon]] a chance to reach the artifact, I truly had no hope. No hope for myself, nor my friends, nor for the town. When I fell, as I thought for good, I did so content in the knowledge that I had done all I could, but bittersweet in the surety that it had not been enough. When I awoke to find [[Amon]] had succeeded, and the Horde was destroyed, I felt no joy or relief. I knew it had likely cost [[Amon]] everything, and thought that if that is the cost of success, can we ever hope for a final victory against this enemy? There is no time to contemplate these thoughts, however. The rising waters are my feet now. We have sent word to the Keep calling for reinforcements, though I know not who may be able to assist us. I know I will face this battle as the last, willing to fight to the last to give us a chance, but I am not sure I can hope for such an outcome. The Mountain help me, I am not sure I will hope ever again.		Before this battle, however, I had not known despair. When the towering crocodile visage on the horizon approached, and brave [[Cassio]] and I agreed to fight to the last to give [[Amon]] a chance to reach the artifact, I truly had no hope. No hope for myself, nor my friends, nor for the town. When I fell, as I thought for good, I did so content in the knowledge that I had done all I could, but bittersweet in the surety that it had not been enough. When I awoke to find [[Amon]] had succeeded, and the Horde was destroyed, I felt no joy or relief. I knew it had likely cost [[Amon]] everything, and thought that if that is the cost of success, can we ever hope for a final victory against this enemy? There is no time to contemplate these thoughts, however. The rising waters are my feet now. We have sent word to the Keep calling for reinforcements, though I know not who may be able to assist us. I know I will face this battle as the last, willing to fight to the last to give us a chance, but I am not sure I can hope for such an outcome. The Mountain help me, I am not sure I will hope ever again.

			==The Last Recollections of [[Amon]] Therai, Servant of Taiia==
			''Words found etched hastily on an empty page in an ethereal script in Amon's notebook, recovered among his last possessions''

			I don't have much time. Already the surge of power I've taken into myself is overwhelming me, far more magical might than any feeble mortal frame was ever meant to possess. The discrete levels, the limitations, the very concept of limits has flown free and far and left me with nothing but this awesome strength, a sure weight in limbs I've barely ever flexed before. I can expand myself out, touch the very underpinnings of the weave and...no focus, focus. Here, now. Lives at stake, friends dying to buy time. Time to save them, save them all. Time to find the right words to make Her will manifest.

			In a dark and dusty hall, with only a corpse as company, a dying man whispered, "Mother Taiia, cleanse that which is unclean." And it was so.

Avinasharora: links et al

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links et al

>Ember at 17:36, 12 February 2020

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-==Recollections by [[Ember]]==
 ==Recollections by [[Cassio]]==
 Chapter 43 excerpt So you want to be a hero by Cassio

>Jimmguion: /* Recollections by Ci */

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Recollections by Ci

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	==Recollections by [[Ci]]==		==Recollections by [[Ci]]==
	Another Battle, another terrible loss. I write these words in haste, for though the [[Eternal Army\|Dreadhorde]] has been stopped, another threat rises from the water. [[The Yellow\|Nessune]] and [[Amon]] gave their lives to stop the horde but as a writhing mass of tentacles and rising waters approach the town, I can only hope that their sacrifices were not in vain. We did learn more of the enemy we face, and hopefully, this knowledge can assist our brothers and sisters in their defense of Pardor Pass: the [[Eternal Army\|Dreadhorde]] soldiers and casters are Undead, their [[Dreadhorde General\|Generals]] and [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]] are Aberrations. We learned they are vulnerable to fire, though immune to all other kinds of damage, and we learned their numbers are almost endless.... Each wave we faced contained more dangerous foes. Should we have to face another [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|~~Eternals~~]], may the Mountain help us, I am not sure we can defeat it again. The chill and force of its blast still brings a shiver to my spine. I am not a stranger to fear, indeed no true warrior is.		Another Battle, another terrible loss. I write these words in haste, for though the [[Eternal Army\|Dreadhorde]] has been stopped, another threat rises from the water. [[The Yellow\|Nessune]] and [[Amon]] gave their lives to stop the horde but as a writhing mass of tentacles and rising waters approach the town, I can only hope that their sacrifices were not in vain. We did learn more of the enemy we face, and hopefully, this knowledge can assist our brothers and sisters in their defense of Pardor Pass: the [[Eternal Army\|Dreadhorde]] soldiers and casters are Undead, their [[Dreadhorde General\|Generals]] and [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]] are Aberrations. We learned they are vulnerable to fire, though immune to all other kinds of damage, and we learned their numbers are almost endless.... Each wave we faced contained more dangerous foes. Should we have to face another [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternal]], may the Mountain help us, I am not sure we can defeat it again. The chill and force of its blast still brings a shiver to my spine. I am not a stranger to fear, indeed no true warrior is.

	Before this battle, however, I had not known despair. When the towering crocodile visage on the horizon approached, and brave [[Cassio]] and I agreed to fight to the last to give [[Amon]] a chance to reach the artifact, I truly had no hope. No hope for myself, nor my friends, nor for the town. When I fell, as I thought for good, I did so content in the knowledge that I had done all I could, but bittersweet in the surety that it had not been enough. When I awoke to find [[Amon]] had succeeded, and the Horde was destroyed, I felt no joy or relief. I knew it had likely cost [[Amon]] everything, and thought that if that is the cost of success, can we ever hope for a final victory against this enemy? There is no time to contemplate these thoughts, however. The rising waters are my feet now. We have sent word to the Keep calling for reinforcements, though I know not who may be able to assist us. I know I will face this battle as the last, willing to fight to the last to give us a chance, but I am not sure I can hope for such an outcome. The Mountain help me, I am not sure I will hope ever again.		Before this battle, however, I had not known despair. When the towering crocodile visage on the horizon approached, and brave [[Cassio]] and I agreed to fight to the last to give [[Amon]] a chance to reach the artifact, I truly had no hope. No hope for myself, nor my friends, nor for the town. When I fell, as I thought for good, I did so content in the knowledge that I had done all I could, but bittersweet in the surety that it had not been enough. When I awoke to find [[Amon]] had succeeded, and the Horde was destroyed, I felt no joy or relief. I knew it had likely cost [[Amon]] everything, and thought that if that is the cost of success, can we ever hope for a final victory against this enemy? There is no time to contemplate these thoughts, however. The rising waters are my feet now. We have sent word to the Keep calling for reinforcements, though I know not who may be able to assist us. I know I will face this battle as the last, willing to fight to the last to give us a chance, but I am not sure I can hope for such an outcome. The Mountain help me, I am not sure I will hope ever again.

>Jimmguion: /* Recollections by Ci */

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	Another Battle, another terrible loss. I write these words in haste, for though the [[Eternal Army\|Dreadhorde]] has been stopped, another threat rises from the water. [[The Yellow\|Nessune]] and [[Amon]] gave their lives to stop the horde but as a writhing mass of tentacles and rising waters approach the town, I can only hope that their sacrifices were not in vain. We did learn more of the enemy we face, and hopefully, this knowledge can assist our brothers and sisters in their defense of Pardor Pass: the [[~~Dreadhorde\|The~~ Eternal Army]] soldiers and casters are Undead, their [[Dreadhorde General\|Generals]] and [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]] are Aberrations. We learned they are vulnerable to fire, though immune to all other kinds of damage, and we learned their numbers are almost endless.... Each wave we faced contained more dangerous foes. Should we have to face another [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]], may the Mountain help us, I am not sure we can defeat it again. The chill and force of its blast still brings a shiver to my spine. I am not a stranger to fear, indeed no true warrior is.		Another Battle, another terrible loss. I write these words in haste, for though the [[Eternal Army\|Dreadhorde]] has been stopped, another threat rises from the water. [[The Yellow\|Nessune]] and [[Amon]] gave their lives to stop the horde but as a writhing mass of tentacles and rising waters approach the town, I can only hope that their sacrifices were not in vain. We did learn more of the enemy we face, and hopefully, this knowledge can assist our brothers and sisters in their defense of Pardor Pass: the [[Eternal Army\|Dreadhorde]] soldiers and casters are Undead, their [[Dreadhorde General\|Generals]] and [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]] are Aberrations. We learned they are vulnerable to fire, though immune to all other kinds of damage, and we learned their numbers are almost endless.... Each wave we faced contained more dangerous foes. Should we have to face another [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]], may the Mountain help us, I am not sure we can defeat it again. The chill and force of its blast still brings a shiver to my spine. I am not a stranger to fear, indeed no true warrior is.

	Before this battle, however, I had not known despair. When the towering crocodile visage on the horizon approached, and brave [[Cassio]] and I agreed to fight to the last to give [[Amon]] a chance to reach the artifact, I truly had no hope. No hope for myself, nor my friends, nor for the town. When I fell, as I thought for good, I did so content in the knowledge that I had done all I could, but bittersweet in the surety that it had not been enough. When I awoke to find [[Amon]] had succeeded, and the Horde was destroyed, I felt no joy or relief. I knew it had likely cost [[Amon]] everything, and thought that if that is the cost of success, can we ever hope for a final victory against this enemy? There is no time to contemplate these thoughts, however. The rising waters are my feet now. We have sent word to the Keep calling for reinforcements, though I know not who may be able to assist us. I know I will face this battle as the last, willing to fight to the last to give us a chance, but I am not sure I can hope for such an outcome. The Mountain help me, I am not sure I will hope ever again.		Before this battle, however, I had not known despair. When the towering crocodile visage on the horizon approached, and brave [[Cassio]] and I agreed to fight to the last to give [[Amon]] a chance to reach the artifact, I truly had no hope. No hope for myself, nor my friends, nor for the town. When I fell, as I thought for good, I did so content in the knowledge that I had done all I could, but bittersweet in the surety that it had not been enough. When I awoke to find [[Amon]] had succeeded, and the Horde was destroyed, I felt no joy or relief. I knew it had likely cost [[Amon]] everything, and thought that if that is the cost of success, can we ever hope for a final victory against this enemy? There is no time to contemplate these thoughts, however. The rising waters are my feet now. We have sent word to the Keep calling for reinforcements, though I know not who may be able to assist us. I know I will face this battle as the last, willing to fight to the last to give us a chance, but I am not sure I can hope for such an outcome. The Mountain help me, I am not sure I will hope ever again.

>Jimmguion: /* Recollections by Ci */

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Recollections by Ci

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	Another Battle, another terrible loss. I write these words in haste, for though the [[~~The~~ Eternal Army\|Dreadhorde]] has been stopped, another threat rises from the water. [[The Yellow\|Nessune]] and [[Amon]] gave their lives to stop the horde but as a writhing mass of tentacles and rising waters approach the town, I can only hope that their sacrifices were not in vain. We did learn more of the enemy we face, and hopefully, this knowledge can assist our brothers and sisters in their defense of Pardor Pass: the [[Dreadhorde\|The Eternal Army]] soldiers and casters are Undead, their [[Dreadhorde General\|Generals]] and [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]] are Aberrations. We learned they are vulnerable to fire, though immune to all other kinds of damage, and we learned their numbers are almost endless.... Each wave we faced contained more dangerous foes. Should we have to face another [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]], may the Mountain help us, I am not sure we can defeat it again. The chill and force of its blast still brings a shiver to my spine. I am not a stranger to fear, indeed no true warrior is.		Another Battle, another terrible loss. I write these words in haste, for though the [[Eternal Army\|Dreadhorde]] has been stopped, another threat rises from the water. [[The Yellow\|Nessune]] and [[Amon]] gave their lives to stop the horde but as a writhing mass of tentacles and rising waters approach the town, I can only hope that their sacrifices were not in vain. We did learn more of the enemy we face, and hopefully, this knowledge can assist our brothers and sisters in their defense of Pardor Pass: the [[Dreadhorde\|The Eternal Army]] soldiers and casters are Undead, their [[Dreadhorde General\|Generals]] and [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]] are Aberrations. We learned they are vulnerable to fire, though immune to all other kinds of damage, and we learned their numbers are almost endless.... Each wave we faced contained more dangerous foes. Should we have to face another [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]], may the Mountain help us, I am not sure we can defeat it again. The chill and force of its blast still brings a shiver to my spine. I am not a stranger to fear, indeed no true warrior is.

	Before this battle, however, I had not known despair. When the towering crocodile visage on the horizon approached, and brave [[Cassio]] and I agreed to fight to the last to give [[Amon]] a chance to reach the artifact, I truly had no hope. No hope for myself, nor my friends, nor for the town. When I fell, as I thought for good, I did so content in the knowledge that I had done all I could, but bittersweet in the surety that it had not been enough. When I awoke to find [[Amon]] had succeeded, and the Horde was destroyed, I felt no joy or relief. I knew it had likely cost [[Amon]] everything, and thought that if that is the cost of success, can we ever hope for a final victory against this enemy? There is no time to contemplate these thoughts, however. The rising waters are my feet now. We have sent word to the Keep calling for reinforcements, though I know not who may be able to assist us. I know I will face this battle as the last, willing to fight to the last to give us a chance, but I am not sure I can hope for such an outcome. The Mountain help me, I am not sure I will hope ever again.		Before this battle, however, I had not known despair. When the towering crocodile visage on the horizon approached, and brave [[Cassio]] and I agreed to fight to the last to give [[Amon]] a chance to reach the artifact, I truly had no hope. No hope for myself, nor my friends, nor for the town. When I fell, as I thought for good, I did so content in the knowledge that I had done all I could, but bittersweet in the surety that it had not been enough. When I awoke to find [[Amon]] had succeeded, and the Horde was destroyed, I felt no joy or relief. I knew it had likely cost [[Amon]] everything, and thought that if that is the cost of success, can we ever hope for a final victory against this enemy? There is no time to contemplate these thoughts, however. The rising waters are my feet now. We have sent word to the Keep calling for reinforcements, though I know not who may be able to assist us. I know I will face this battle as the last, willing to fight to the last to give us a chance, but I am not sure I can hope for such an outcome. The Mountain help me, I am not sure I will hope ever again.

>Jimmguion: /* Recollections by Ci */

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Recollections by Ci

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			Another Battle, another terrible loss. I write these words in haste, for though the [[The Eternal Army\|Dreadhorde]] has been stopped, another threat rises from the water. [[The Yellow\|Nessune]] and [[Amon]] gave their lives to stop the horde but as a writhing mass of tentacles and rising waters approach the town, I can only hope that their sacrifices were not in vain. We did learn more of the enemy we face, and hopefully, this knowledge can assist our brothers and sisters in their defense of Pardor Pass: the [[Dreadhorde\|The Eternal Army]] soldiers and casters are Undead, their [[Dreadhorde General\|Generals]] and [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]] are Aberrations. We learned they are vulnerable to fire, though immune to all other kinds of damage, and we learned their numbers are almost endless.... Each wave we faced contained more dangerous foes. Should we have to face another [[Dreadhorde God Eternal\|Eternals]], may the Mountain help us, I am not sure we can defeat it again. The chill and force of its blast still brings a shiver to my spine. I am not a stranger to fear, indeed no true warrior is.

			Before this battle, however, I had not known despair. When the towering crocodile visage on the horizon approached, and brave [[Cassio]] and I agreed to fight to the last to give [[Amon]] a chance to reach the artifact, I truly had no hope. No hope for myself, nor my friends, nor for the town. When I fell, as I thought for good, I did so content in the knowledge that I had done all I could, but bittersweet in the surety that it had not been enough. When I awoke to find [[Amon]] had succeeded, and the Horde was destroyed, I felt no joy or relief. I knew it had likely cost [[Amon]] everything, and thought that if that is the cost of success, can we ever hope for a final victory against this enemy? There is no time to contemplate these thoughts, however. The rising waters are my feet now. We have sent word to the Keep calling for reinforcements, though I know not who may be able to assist us. I know I will face this battle as the last, willing to fight to the last to give us a chance, but I am not sure I can hope for such an outcome. The Mountain help me, I am not sure I will hope ever again.

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			== Recollections by [[Ember]] ==
			The battle of [[Windy Bluff]] was almost upon us and we needed to prepare. [[Cassio]] called upon our fire God [[Surtur]] for help. He denied us, I believe he did not deem the foes worthy enough of his attention. However he did tell us the God of death, [[Nerull]], is the driving force behind the dread horde. I am not sure what to make of this news, but the Magistery must be made aware. As long as we survive to pass the news on.

	The battle of Windy Bluff was almost upon us and we needed to prepare. Cassio called upon our fire God Surtur for help. He denied us, I believe he did not deem the foes worthy enough of his attention. However he did tell us the God of death, Nerull, is the driving force behind the dread horde. I am not sure what to make of this news, but the Magestry must be made aware. As long as we survive to pass the news on.		We were concerned this attack was a feint and the real battle would be held elsewhere. Yet we were determined to annihilate the horde and preserve Windy Bluff and the artifact.

	We were concerned this attack was a ~~faint~~ and the real battle would be held elsewhere. Yet we were determined to annihilate the horde and preserve Windy Bluff and the artifact.

	On the eve of battle, an unnatural fog rolled over the city and the battle field. I was able to clear much of it with my control over the weather. However my reach only goes so far. After some time we saw the dread horde emerge from the distant fog.		On the eve of battle, an unnatural fog rolled over the city and the battle field. I was able to clear much of it with my control over the weather. However my reach only goes so far. After some time we saw the dread horde emerge from the distant fog.
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	In preparation I called forth my fire spirit, which has taken the form of Surtur. I close my eyes and remember that Garnet is well worth the sacrifice I have made.		In preparation I called forth my fire spirit, which has taken the form of Surtur. I close my eyes and remember that Garnet is well worth the sacrifice I have made.

	The next thing I knew a horde of ~~Shambling~~ zombies followed by the ~~dread horde~~ soldiers appear out of the fog. Apparently this was only to be the first wave of their attack. The gift of fire Surtur had given me made quick work of the zombies. The soldiers were heartier but we made decently quick work of them as well. As we learned, to a fault, nothing, but fire worked to hurt these creatures. We were finally victorious only to see another mob of the living dead emerge from the fog.		The next thing I knew a horde of shambling zombies followed by the [[Dreadhorde Soldier\|dreadhorde soldiers]] appear out of the fog. Apparently this was only to be the first wave of their attack. The gift of fire Surtur had given me made quick work of the zombies. The soldiers were heartier but we made decently quick work of them as well. As we learned, to a fault, nothing, but fire worked to hurt these creatures. We were finally victorious only to see another mob of the living dead emerge from the fog.

	We now knew what we had to do and how to damage and kill these monsters. I unleashed a storm of pure fire, which rained down from sky on the living dead. The zombies turned to scorched ash and I severely weakened the dread horde soldiers and wizards. This was a huge success. I unleashed a second storm of fire which burned away the rest of the zombies. However to our dismay it seemed to roll off the dread horde with no effect.		We now knew what we had to do and how to damage and kill these monsters. I unleashed a storm of pure fire, which rained down from sky on the living dead. The zombies turned to scorched ash and I severely weakened the dread horde soldiers and wizards. This was a huge success. I unleashed a second storm of fire which burned away the rest of the zombies. However to our dismay it seemed to roll off the dread horde with no effect.

	These abominations of wizards hit incredibly hard and almost killed my ~~prescious~~ Garnet! A fire awakened in my belly, that I didn't even know existed. Small flames licked over my skin and blazed in my eyes. I screamed for Garnet to fall back, which he did. In my rage I reversed gravity around several of the creatures. Unfortunately Cassio went up with them, but continued to battle. We realize these wizards had cast an anti magic field and their concentration must be destroyed. Otherwise my flames were useless.		These abominations of wizards hit incredibly hard and almost killed my precious [[Garnet]]! A fire awakened in my belly, that I didn't even know existed. Small flames licked over my skin and blazed in my eyes. I screamed for Garnet to fall back, which he did. In my rage I reversed gravity around several of the creatures. Unfortunately Cassio went up with them, but continued to battle. We realize these wizards had cast an anti magic field and their concentration must be destroyed. Otherwise my flames were useless.

	It was up to Ci and Cassio to destroy the concentration of the wizards. Which they did with a ferociousness I've not seen before. Once again my fire was effective and I seared them to the bones.		It was up to Ci and Cassio to destroy the concentration of the wizards. Which they did with a ferociousness I've not seen before. Once again my fire was effective and I seared them to the bones.

	Amon was knocked unconscious and they imprisoned Cassio in a force cage so his healing was useless. Thankfully Ci was able to revive Amon. Amon was weak but I could tell by his eyes the fight had not left him.		[[Amon]] was knocked unconscious and they imprisoned Cassio in a force cage so his healing was useless. Thankfully Ci was able to revive Amon. Amon was weak but I could tell by his eyes the fight had not left him.

	We had been badly battered and another wave of zombies came from the other side and attacked the city. There was not much we could do, they were too far away. They were vicious and furious and crashed through to the walls quickly. We were overwhelmed and badly damaged and all seemed to be lost. Then I felt it. It was like a hum all along my body. Power. Major God-like power and in a blink of an eye white light washed over us all. The zombies were destroyed in an instant. To our surprise the dread horde was still standing. We then put a ~~firey~~ end to the rest of them. Amon told us he believed it was The Yellow who sacrificed herself to save Windy Bluff by using the artifact.		We had been badly battered and another wave of zombies came from the other side and attacked the city. There was not much we could do, they were too far away. They were vicious and furious and crashed through to the walls quickly. We were overwhelmed and badly damaged and all seemed to be lost. Then I felt it. It was like a hum all along my body. Power. Major God-like power and in a blink of an eye white light washed over us all. The zombies were destroyed in an instant. To our surprise the dread horde was still standing. We then put a fiery end to the rest of them. Amon told us he believed it was The Yellow who sacrificed herself to save Windy Bluff by using the artifact.

	In the distance we saw this hulking form emerge from the fog. This beast was enormous, with the head of a crocodile. It was carrying a giant staff and followed by several small floating figures. I remember thinking that we are doomed. There was no way we could win against these creatures.		In the distance we saw this hulking form emerge from the fog. This beast was enormous, with the head of a crocodile. It was carrying a giant staff and followed by several small floating figures. I remember thinking that we are doomed. There was no way we could win against these creatures.
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	Amon spoke.		Amon spoke.

	His voice was meek but determined. "The ~~dread horde~~ was not undead, but ~~abborations~~" he said. "This is why they did not fall when The Yellow used the artifact." He then said something which made me close my eyes and my heart stop. "I will use the artifact" he said. "Amon" we said "it will be suicide and what if it ~~doesnt~~ work?" He had to have faith he told us and he knew this was our only chance ~~ot saving~~ Windy Bluff and the artifact.		His voice was meek but determined. "The dreadhorde was not undead, but aberrations" he said. "This is why they did not fall when The Yellow used the artifact." He then said something which made me close my eyes and my heart stop. "I will use the artifact" he said. "Amon" we said "it will be suicide and what if it doesn't work?" He had to have faith he told us and he knew this was our only chance to save Windy Bluff and the artifact.

	What do you say to your friend when he prepares to sacrifice himself for the greater good? A man who you have known for so long. A simple hermit Warlock who through divine grace turned into a divine Cleric. A man who you've fought side by side with many times over. Tears streamed down my face and I took his hands in mine and kissed them. Goodbye Amon. There is no amount of Thanks we can give you for the sacrifice you are about to make. All we can give is time.		What do you say to your friend when he prepares to sacrifice himself for the greater good? A man who you have known for so long. A simple hermit Warlock who through divine grace turned into a divine Cleric. A man who you've fought side by side with many times over. Tears streamed down my face and I took his hands in mine and kissed them. Goodbye Amon. There is no amount of Thanks we can give you for the sacrifice you are about to make. All we can give is time.

	We needed to get Amon to the artifact as quickly as possible. Cassio offered his Cassio ~~le'stead~~ to take Amon with Haste. We watch him fly away and turn back to the threat ahead of us.		We needed to get Amon to the artifact as quickly as possible. Cassio offered his Cassio listeed to take Amon with Haste. We watch him fly away and turn back to the threat ahead of us.

	The Giant creature let out a deafening roar and slams us with a fireball. He then held his staff to the sky and it began vibrate and glowing blue. The battle ensued and was a complete blur. We were losing and losing badly. Then out of nowhere I felt it again. The hum of power through my body and a blue light emanated over everything. The creatures were all ripped apart and turned to dust and ash.		The Giant creature let out a deafening roar and slams us with a fireball. He then held his staff to the sky and it began vibrate and glowing blue. The battle ensued and was a complete blur. We were losing and losing badly. Then out of nowhere I felt it again. The hum of power through my body and a blue light emanated over everything. The creatures were all ripped apart and turned to dust and ash.
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	Amon had done it, saved us all. He will forever be remembered as a Hero. I will light a special blue flame for him in my Grove that will burn eternal. He shall never be forgotten for the sacrifice he made that day.		Amon had done it, saved us all. He will forever be remembered as a Hero. I will light a special blue flame for him in my Grove that will burn eternal. He shall never be forgotten for the sacrifice he made that day.

	If we live that long, that is. As we returned to collect our fallen and The yellow. An unnatural storm rumbled overhead. It became increasingly more violent as the minutes progressed. As our gaze turns to the horizon the sea level began to swell and rise. Next thing we see is a giant mass of tentacles emerge writhing from the water......		If we live that long, that is. As we returned to collect our fallen and The yellow. An unnatural storm rumbled overhead. It became increasingly more violent as the minutes progressed. As our gaze turns to the horizon the sea level began to swell and rise. Next thing we see is a giant mass of tentacles emerge writhing from the water......

	==Recollections by [[Cassio]]==		==Recollections by [[Cassio]]==