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Chapter 1

Chapter 1a
Added Mon Jun 12 16:04:51 2023 at level 24:

Laisren attended to his Dread Lord Provuk's armor, ignoring the first drops of
rainfall as he tightened the belts and buckles over the mage's frail frame. His
dark hands worked quickly with the preternatual speed of his drow heritage over the
familiar blackened leather and golden Codex. The necromancer's armor was beautiful
in its perfection, the epaulieres embossed with the symbol of the Black sect.
They stood at the east side of the Imperial necromancer's guild looking out into the
sea of the mass graves before them. The setting sun failing to pierce the gathering
gray clouds falling into fog and twilight. The coming night felt like the pressing
down of unfathomable tons of stone over a tunnel that grew increasingly narrow as it
ended in a bottomless fissure. Laisren inhaled, tasting the damp air and stench of
death rising up from the Imperial tumuli as the raindrows grew larger and smacked
into the dry earth.

The Blades, Divines, and Shadows waited in the Imperial Square, their silhouettes
danced against the walls of the Imperial palace at their backs thrown there by
flickering torch light and scattered flashes of lightning.
"We will meet them here Oath," Provuk barely whispered stepping forward among the
graves, almost a mutter barely caring to give his lessor the validation of any
acknowledgement at all. The Dread Lord pointed a distended index finger at the earth
and willed a black circle into being, ancient dark runes and cyphers twisted against
one another blazing in crimson red and settling into a dark brand embossed into the
ground.

Centurions stationed at the Lane of Victory pummeled the air sounding the alarm, the
raiders had come. A horde of squires and maran crushed the centurions before them
with barely a pause and streamed into the graveyard their silver weapons ablaze with
fire and their warcries rending the air asunder. Provuk uttered a word of recall
and disppeared.