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Across our universe, from Abbinah to Yu'Biusk, Vampyrium to Hallow, Cheanannais to Tarddiad, a harbringer of salvation arrives. The audience changes but the urgency and the message does not. On an unnamed colony world the harbinger hovers above the capital square, flanked by Aviansie, Icyene, and Vyres in the air, Demons, Humans, and others on the ground, a truly unholy mix. What could force these factions together?
The messenger flew forward and spoke. His words were short but his voice carried a great deal of pain and purpose.
"At the heart of our Universe lies a bomb ticking down until we are caught in its blast. I speak of course of Gielinor. Long has this plane brought devastation. How many races have been driven to extinction as the gods fought over stones and staves?
He gestured to the Aviansie.
These weapons that spread for across our universe for millennia are the discarded junk of beings that threaten us all. Elder Gods. Now those Elder Gods threaten to rise up and consume our universe and us along with it.
There is another way. The Gielinorians and
false users
plot to make peace with them but that peace is a lie. We sought to do the same once and were left enslaved for millennia. Cursed with intense pain satisfied only through destruction. The greatest of my race destroyed the stone and freed us from our curse and now it is time for us to do the same.
Join me.
He gestured to those around him
Join us. Gielinor must be destroyed to free all of us from the fate that has befallen so many worlds. Gielinor unites to damn us all. We must unite to save it. Some will come as refugees, some as invaders, but we must strike before all is lost.
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Kerapac: They will never rise.
Never threaten us again and we need make no concessions to them.
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DormamMagus