"SEPTIMUS FILIUS HELORUM! Echanté I Umbrarum et Nocturna!"
"What the hell's he on about?" A Nindati sellsword from across the Cold Sea with a bandage wrapped around his missing left ear asked of his fellow as he spied the one man in the lead of the rebellion army chanting into the bedarkened skies. The man had the navy robes of the High Druids, the cosmic [Yin Yang] sceptre, and his cowl floated in the wind.
This one Magus commanded his magicks into the night as the horde of abyssal frights charged to the Rebellion Army, wrath and death in their crimson eyes.
