Not too far from the Waystone, the ground is sundered underneath the presence of a skirmish;

Panther against Spider.

Shaman against Demon.

And similarly, another bout indicated that a group cooperated against another Spider.

... And by the end of it,
The victors are made clear by an edict.

Quote:

"When I came into this world by the grace of my wonderful mother, I believed it to be a hunting ground for the rightful masters of society-

Demonkind.

Only to be greeted with impudence, defeat and that foul stench; Humanity.
the quality that mankind clings so desperately to. I hate it, and I will continue to loathe the trait that is mortality.

So I grew, feasted and took the tender time to seize as much ethos from my unwilling victims as I could, so that I may say this. No longer will my kind suffer in the darkness of Esshar, no more will they be forced into a corner, outnumbered by the forces of man. I will continue to add to my collection, until my hunger has been sated and every mortal that opposes us has been eliminated. Ah, and ...

This will not be a fight.

It will be a Massacre."

Another order.

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Quote:

""I've been exposed to humanity for the few years that Esshar has been my home, and from it I've gathered one sole conclusion.

Imperfections taint this wretched society.

Let it be known that my hunts will not be to devour, but to inspire the change that is very much needed on this continent. I will drive this land into utter chaos, and force you to pray to those gods you hold onto so tightly.

When this world is enshrouded with darkness I will be your only hope.

Those are the lengths I will go to in order to perfect this accursed world."

A bed of bloody flowers awaits their enemies within the wild.