The blue skies of Thera change to a blood red color as a powerful thunderclap echoes across the land.

Plagues break out throughout the lands as Cazrabnal the Putrid, Demonic Lord of Blight steps through a breach in the veil between Thera and the Abyss.

Intrigue and plots of murder break out as Charnmal the Hated, Demonic Lord of Betrayal enters the Prime Plane.

Bloody wars engulf the lands as Drothkal the Monstrosity, Demonic Lord of Carnage looses his dark magic.

After a brief argument, the three brothers agree that they will first focus on spreading the Carnage of Drothkal through the lands.

Word spreads of packs of dire wolves from the pine forest hunting for human flesh outside of their woods.


Warnings spread to young travelers to stay clear of Hillcrest, as the wolves have somehow found their way into the walls of the gnome village.

The guards at the gates of Hillcrest are no match for the ferocious claws of the pack hunters.

Though the wolves have been driven from the peaceful village of Hillcrest by many of Thera's heroes, they continue to rampage.

Citizens of Tir'Talath have been advised to barricade themselves indoors until the town watch can drive the attacking wolves back outside the walls.

The screams echoing from Tir-Talath are being heard for miles around.

Though the pack of wolves in Tir'Talath was slain by the heroes of Thera, word spreads that another pack has made its way through the mountains, and is now attacking Akan.

The wolves have intruded upon the palace of the Empire!

The maran reports dire wolves have stormed the Fortress!

he dire wolves meet heavy resistance by the black wolves of the Prosimy and are driven out!

Running on the winds with an unholy mist of black, the wolves cross the see and enter the Rift!

The wolves have stormed the hall of the gods! The gods soundly beat them back with rolled up scrolls.

The dread dire wolves have entered the academy, only to be confronted by the leaders of the races and driven out!

The dire wolves have charged the spire and beginning crapping all over the place!

The item of power finally identified, several factions make a mad race for the demon's source of power.

For what purpose, and what they might do with the demon's gift of carnage, remains to be seen.

The cries of rattlesnake and dire wolf are mixed with the hurried gasps of frantic adventurers crashing through the forest.

Word reaches the cities that the Blood Tribunal landed the felling blow and secured the source of the demon's power.

Upon acquiring the spiral amulet, Paskat leads the victorious Tribunals to the Spire, where it is given to the young godling Linolaques.

Having invested their magic into the spiral amulet, the Demon Lords become weaker as the young god destroys the portion of their magic that has been infused into the amulet.'

Screams of agony from the Demon Lords spread through the lands as a portion of their power is painfully destroyed.'

Charnmal and Cazrabnal glare angrily at Drothkal for his failure, and decide that when they have regained their powers, Cazrabnal will use his powers of Betrayal to wreak havoc on the lands.

The citizens of the protected cities break out in sudden celebrations, praising the fine work of the thankless Tribunal in keeping them safe.

Somewhere in a dark chamber, at an ancient desk. The quill of the Poison Pen scribbles furiously on pristine parchment.

'The plot thickens it seems.' he says as he emits an amused chuckle.

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