As the last hours of battle approach, Cesar’s propagandists become less subtle.
A blinded Guardian of Souls, adept at scrying, accompanying Delarosas host in Concendia.
The Nighthaunt are everywhere. The very wind carries them across the Realms, here and there, mostly loose notions of malice drifting by or little breezes of regret in the hearts of the sensitive. Now the mists of Concendia had lifted, and the wind blew there once more. A skilled mage may focus the little bits of […]
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