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It was a cold day in Vesper...and off through the distances of the forest, the Miner's town of Minoc could be seen from atop the Vesper mage's tower. A thick smokestack rose from the ground, apparently near the bank. The gray cobblestone streets of Minoc were thick with citizens, everyone was out of their homes. Every log set up on log, every bed, every table, every chair was empty. Everyone had encircled the bank.

A ripping, cutting noise was being made in the rear-end of the bank roof as Azrael, one of the Lord's faithful servants stood upon the front end, assuring the citizens of Minoc that his Lordship would be about soon.
Inside the bank, the tender red carpet with the golden trim had been removed, and the floor was laden with sawdust. A hole had been cut in the bank roof.

As Praetor Darmug Streea stood at the foot of a makeshift stairwell being built toward the hole, he looked back behind him to the hooded figure, whose head was inclined down and his hands together, not folded, but pointing towards one another about torso high, as if he looked like some sick, crucified seraph, but still very much alive and ghastly. His face could not be seen at all. Praetor Streea slowly asked "Is it alright sir?" The hooded figure looked up slightly, simply nodded its head, and stepped up the stairwell slowly, followed by two Armed Zealot guards. Past Darmug also walked the bald head of Bailos, who had a toothy grin.

Bailos proceeded to the front of the roof where all the citizens were gathered, and stood on the point, and cleared his throat. "Citizens of Minoc! Today will prove fabulous for you all!" He shouted. The citizens of Minoc all cheered for the Duke...who they *thought* was Azeroth's supreme leader. "For today, you are given, as promised, the start of your better future, under the guidance of a wise and shrewd leader!" the crowd all cheered for the Duke...chanting loudly "Bailos! Bailos! Bailos! Bailos!" The dark necromancer smiled as he commanded his servants to throw bread and jugs of water out into the crowd. Suddenly, he motioned..."I am thankful for the applause, but it is myself of whom I speak. I answer to a higher power." at this...the hooded figure stepped forward, and his malignant fingers rippled over the cloth of the hood, and pulled it back. He extended his arms like a seraph's wingspan. It was Balbanes. The Azerothian Occupation of Minoc had begun.