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[Reminisence]

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*covered in dirt and look as if they had been dropped unnoticed*

As we prepared for the up comming battle, Smogg looked at me...."We should be prepared for all possible fronts" I nodded slowly understanding what he meant. Something was to be summoned, called to our aid. Should it be needed. We pulled our slaves from thier cell and dragged them by chain to the forests in Yew. Dressed in shrouds as to not be recognized we sprinkled blood and regents upon the ground as we marched to our choosen location. The smells that filled the air were glorious.

*smeared dirt has blotched a whole paragraph of the page*

We performed our ritual on land near the Abby just off the shore. Chained our slaves to the nearby vines. I watched Smogg as he spoke the words, the ritual had begun. The slaves went mad from the energy encircling us, and one of them managed to break free attacking Smogg. It was quite a short battle till the slaves downfall. The ritual continued through its process, cultists began repeating smoggs words loudly and in unision..*smears of dirt make this unreadable*..the airs around us changed and we felt its pressence. The land would only need to be covered in blood for the seals to be broken...We walked outside of the guards veiw and killed the remaining slave...spilling his blood upon the ground as if it was water. He screamed as the energy from the spells burned his skin as it corsed through his body until he finally fell.

I opened a gate quickly and ushered in the cultists, I feel confident that no one saw us, but then again you can never tell in the woods. We shall see what comes tomorrow. I will be sending the cultists on thier final preparations tomorrow.