"Beware the enemies who you believe have been defeated."
~Tasmiya Shaik
REINHARDT ESTATE
VASSAL MEETING HALL
Wednesday
8:00 a.m
Hell hath no fury like restless malice in its shadows. The lives of millions were devoured by the masses of unsightly beings that plagued the lands of Alvgard, consuming all in their menacing path. Yet the horror did not end with the screeches of the victims.
Avery observed the bloodshed. A mighty beast cantered into view on heaven's hill, and atop its shoulders stood a frightening figure, an inhumane silhouette against the scant illumination of the moon. He was mercurial, silent with sinister desires. A malicious smile on his cracked, grey lips as he scrutinized the godforsaken lands. His scythe struck the land with death and fire, engulfing all that denied quenching its thirst for blood.
