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Nalokha

The Last Hour Of Morgang Ogedalûth

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He who serve will be rewarded.

He who fails will be discarded.

The crown does not forget.

The crown does not forgive.

The crown only claims what rightfully belongs to it.

Anything for the Iron Crown, the brotherhood and the red lady.

 

Those were the words of Morgang Ogedalûth in his final hour.

In the Black Hall of Nalokha

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Savela brought before the throne

Savela Hawthorn - Diary - 'Unforgivable acting'

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Diary

((dried out tears can be seen splattered over the page of the diary))

Savela Hawthorn - Diary - 'grief, relief, and a last will'

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Diary
I still can't get it, can't get over it, they're dead, my parents.
I saw how that witch made mother to stab father in the neck, he died there, on the cold rock of that waterfall. And that Morgang, no matter how often the guards stabbed him, he kept standing, and standing.

The Fall of House Hawthorn

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Diary

 

Savela Hawthorn - Diary - 'never seen woman'

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Diary

(( *some dried tears seem to have splattered the page on some spots* ))

 

Visiting a Wormhole - The Sub-War

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Prologue

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Story

Prologue

‘Everything is going according to schedule, sir.’
‘And yet, I am uneasy.’
Cyla Grimblade stood at ease in front of her captain, the white and gold of her leather armour was surprisingly ornate for a fighting force as strong as the Eagle Guard, but that was a lie. The leather itself was strong, an unyielding hide that had more than once saved Cyla from a maiming sword slash.

An Attack!

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      Torrigan marched with the recruits under his command from the West Gate of Bree, along the highway of the Southern Bree-fields. They marched in file, each of them wary; the findings in Bree and the attitudes of the townsfolk had unsettled them. Torrigan had much on his mind as he walked in dusk's light on the ancient cobbled road, between the ruins and green rolling hills. Aside from the occasional howl of a wolf, who welcomed the oncoming night, there was no further sign of any trouble.

Encounters with Nalokha

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Nalokha, a witch whos purpose is currently unknown. Though I myself, Anythilia Thorondial, do not know her well, my encounters have given me knowledge of how to avoid some of her deadly tricks.

 

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