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The Dark City rose, the Black Army marched, and the once stagnant waters of the Deep Dark sprang forth like a flood from the gloaming: beyond the walls of the Nine Cities, there was no escape from profanity, and nothing aught there was that was not either tainted or wholly corrupted, for Black Magic was borne upon the Vale. The Temples of the EverHorn were brought to ruin, the Children of the Great Ones were slaughtered ~ their precious blood spilt that it might fertilize the madness of the Terrestrial Plane ~ and Raphir, the Dreich Magus, presided over all.

The Tribes of Men were scattered ~ yet Hope remained so long as the Nine Cities stood open, and many who once were lost fled beside the Faithful in a return to the Higher Ways. There were likewise Defenders gathered in the name of the EverHorn: great Champions of Faith ~ like Handrasthr of the Sithdhe and Threiraghuud of the Smaragdine ~ who fought side by side to safeguard the Nine Cities against the invasion of Nightshade. Those unassuming heroes ~ such as Bhreinthann of the Militheacht ~ who prepared the way for those refugees who fled before the Dreich Magus and the Deleterious, his Dark Possessor. Even so, the old roads of the clandestine were fading fast, the fell armies of the Netherworld were swift approaching, and soon the bastions of The EverHorn would face the riptides of Destruction.

~ from the Book of Man, LCSutherland

Description
The Dark City rose, the Black Army marched, and the once stagnant waters of the Deep Dark sprang forth like a flood from the gloaming: beyond the walls of the Nine Cities, there was no escape from profanity, and nothing aught there was that was not either tainted or wholly corrupted, for Black Magic was borne upon the Vale. The Temples of the EverHorn were brought to ruin, the Children of the Great Ones were slaughtered ~ their precious blood spilt that it might fertilize the madness of the Terrestrial Plane ~ and Raphir, the Dreich Magus, presided over all.

The Tribes of Men were scattered ~ yet Hope remained so long as the Nine Cities stood open, and many who once were lost fled beside the Faithful in a return to the Higher Ways. There were likewise Defenders gathered in the name of the EverHorn: great Champions of Faith ~ like Handrasthr of the Sithdhe and Threiraghuud of the Smaragdine ~ who fought side by side to safeguard the Nine Cities against the invasion of Nightshade. Those unassuming heroes ~ such as Bhreinthann of the Militheacht ~ who prepared the way for those refugees who fled before the Dreich Magus and the Deleterious, his Dark Possessor. Even so, the old roads of the clandestine were fading fast, the fell armies of the Netherworld were swift approaching, and soon the bastions of The EverHorn would face the riptides of Destruction.

~ from the Book of Man, LCSutherland