The forests burn...
The forests burn, bitter smoke curling to the sky. A smell of charred meat permeates the air. Beings not of this world cut through it, killing and maiming as they go, and beneath them march smoldering armies. They are slaves of the Infernal lords, yet they know it not.
How much innocent blood did Abysian sorcerers spill to bring about their empire of burning sulfur and agony? We do not now, but it was enough. The one who would bring the way of the wild to all the world has gone mad, unable to bear the suffering of her children, and no one leads what ever remains of Pangaea's armies. There is nothing left but death and flames.
-Graia the forlorn
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Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm.
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