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2 When the moons aligned, the exiled king, Rictus, bid his magician open the gate and release the plague Pitborn of state and their dark Abaddon the Haran, The Immortal Land. In his hubris, Rictus thought he could control, could announce his conquering of Haran on the crest of a wave of black cursed.
But there can be no alliance with Abaddon, the lord of the pit whose blessing is pain, whose appeal is the wage of sorrow.
He held Rictus in the darkness of the abyss and every time a man fell to claw, tooth or blade, every time a woman or child burned to black flesh, choked to blue or famine yellowish skin, Rictus died their death and lived to die again.
This is for all eternity, for such was the will of Abaddon.
Dummy
The Pitborn flooded Haran, the wake of their butchery staining crimson the once proud soil immortal Land. Teetered humanity to the brink of annihilation. In the depths of his sorrow, overwhelmed by hopelessness, their king, tīrus The Grim, succumbed to death by their own hand.
Then Trieste, The White Lady - prophet, magician, warrior, godchild, queen of Haihaff frozen. It is connected with the strength to resist. For his help came from the black magic of Summoners, the power to jail, the blades of the Azure Order, the lethal arrows segít, the brute force of Bagi, and blessed is the 'signal touch. They then made the war, coverage with branches cut to earth Pitborn.
Their value was unaware of equals, but their numbers were too few. The servants of Abaddon poured before the door where we waited for unhallowed centuries and their Bloodlust could not be extinguished.
Despite their courage, the forces of Haran would fall.
It was then that Trieste left in secret. Went to the door, and there are those who killed her mouth Gaping preserved.
And there he died, closing the door closed with his Lifesblood. Abaddon was drawn screaming into the abyss and the children of Trieste prevailed.
Centuries have passed and the enchantment of the White Lady has worn thin as he prophesied.
The door was cracked open and the new scourge Pitborn Haran.
There is no safe passage and cities once proud and Loa Braiken stay.
Yet there is hope. The people of the Immortal Land resist. With the arrow and lame, with the flame and summoned evoked could fight against the agents of Abaddon.
For it is said Trieste will return once the two moons aligned. Until then, the law of the sword remains: "No mercy for the weak, no pity for the dying, no tears for the dead!"
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