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[ShadowBlade]

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Residents of Sanctus


Residents and members of the sanctus army, I have escaped. Your time of peace and tranquillity has ended. Can you feel the shaking in the ground beneith your feet. Do you wake up in the morning and find your dishes , mugs and eating utensils strewn about the floors of your homes. Is there the strange smell of sulfar in the air. My armies are closeing in on your town and soon they will be here. I give you one final chance, surrender your town to the Dark Disciples Rising and no one will be harmed and my armies will be told to change direction. You have seen me since my escape and capture is no longer an option. I will not be taken alive. Today starts the reign in blood, Today starts the end of tranquillity, Yesterday was the best day of the rest of your lives. I have come back to reap what I have sown. Let the bloodshed begin .



Anton Lavey
Black Priest
Dark Disciples Rising


This message was penned on a large pieces of dried flesh , parts of the arms and legs of this poor soul still show on the parchment. The ink is a darker red then previously used. The dagger again a Shadow Iron dagger bearing the makers mark of Lord Darkwing of the United Blacksmiths of Britannia in eXzile. Below the message a tan colored cloak stained red with the blood of some unsuspecting member of Sanctus. The cloak and blood both show age , this person was not attacked recently. Inside the cloak on a small tag the initials M.R. are bearly ledgable. The cloak is pinned to the door with a Shadow Iron Katana bearing also Lord Darkwings makers mark

[Sadira Reflov]

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Sadira was making her way towards the Hanse. She was wanting to get some more apples and peaches. She had come to love baking and realized she was quite good at it. Her thoughts drifted to Zarlox. A smile appeared about her lips as she sighed. Perhaps she would just see if she could find him first. He had not been at home when she knocked on the door. Perhaps he was at the castle. After all the castle seemed to be open to all. She made her way towards Blackguard, when something caught her eye. She moved in closer til her arms went about her stomache. She could feel her stomache churn with disgust. Who could have done such a thing? She forced herself closer to read what was written on the human hide. She had to look away a few times to prevent herself from becoming ill. Once she finished reading it, she ran away from the castle into a grassy knoll area. There she released what was threatening to come up. Her legs weak as she falls to her knees. Holding herself up with one arm, she shook her head. Another memory flashing before her of the week after all had left Sanctus. The skull and their terrorizing day in Sanctus. It was all too clear...too painful. She quickly ran to Zarlox's home. She used the key he had given her and ran in shutting the door and locking it. She went into a corner and pulled her knees to her chest after she slid down the wall. She just sat there crying.



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