At the time, it seemed wise to make a deal with Alveua, the Keeper of the Forge of Night. Besides, that Dragon-blooded Dynast was lording it something awful over the Satrap.
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At the time, it seemed wise to make a deal with Alveua, the Keeper of the Forge of Night. Besides, that Dragon-blooded Dynast was lording it something awful over the Satrap, and good riddance in consigning him to Hell. However, it now seems that wasn't the wisest choice your Circle has ever made (excluding that little diplomatic incident in Yu Shan with the Loom last month) - and long story, short: you need to rescue that little shit from Malfeas. Demons are rather prickly about broken oaths, though, and you did neglect to mention that you may have ripped off Alveua the first time too... Run by The Wrecking Crew and The Dead Gamers Society.
At the time, it seemed wise to make a deal with Alveua, the Keeper of the Forge of Night. Besides, that Dragon-blooded Dynast was lording it something awful over the Satrap.
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At the time, it seemed wise to make a deal with Alveua, the Keeper of the Forge of Night. Besides, that Dragon-blooded Dynast was lording it something awful over the Satrap, and good riddance in consigning him to Hell. However, it now seems that wasn't the wisest choice your Circle has ever made (excluding that little diplomatic incident in Yu Shan with the Loom last month) - and long story, short: you need to rescue that little shit from Malfeas. Demons are rather prickly about broken oaths, though, and you did neglect to mention that you may have ripped off Alveua the first time too... Run by The Wrecking Crew and The Dead Gamers Society.
The Neverborn whisper to you constantly, insistently. But they've grown impatient since you've learned to ignore them. Last midnight at the great ceremony you blacked out.
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The Neverborn whisper to you constantly, insistently. But they've grown impatient since you’ve learned to ignore them. Last midnight at the great ceremony to their unceasing dark glory, you blacked out, and when you came to, you had scratched out a new message on the temple's ligaments using teeth you wrenched out from your own jaw. The message is as mad as a fevered nightmare, but one symbol is clear: Lethe. Through Lethe, ghosts forget their lives' pain and rejoin life as fresh-born souls. If Creation is to be ended, the cycle of Lethe must be smashed - and you, the Favored and Most Hated, have been Chosen for the deed. Run by The Wrecking Crew and The Dead Gamers Society