an end
The druids of Marverni, after witnessing their peaceful nation come under attack from strange and terrible beings, conducted a ritual of divination.
They saw some ancient battle raging, the combatants ankle-deep in bloody mud. The battle was not the focus of the vision however, for they also saw a host of ghostly warriors looking down upon the battle. Their black horses were silent, and there was death in their eyes.
One of the darkling warriors began to ride forward, raising his spear, and the druids could see that around his neck there was a noose. After that, they saw only darkness.
Come morning, the druids tore their robes and cast aside their wits. Marverni would soon be no more.
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