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The eastern jungles of Meranthe had in recent years become filled with boisterous laughter that echoed through the thick foliage, tents and temple erected through the once quiet reaches. Bones litter the floor, the nights filled with hunts and challenge. New faces that look to cement themselves as something more than just a fleeting pack that travels for bounty, walls begin to rise around claimed lands.
 
Within these rising walls, a verdant hum takes to the air.
Portals forge. Months filled with laughter quiet once more.
 
West, these portals open.
A laughter echoes through the night.
 
The Dreadmane Pact has taken up defensive structures within the walls of Aetius, ready to fight against the encroaching Republic.