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The wind went on from West to East;

All movement in the forest ceased,

But shrill and harsh across the marsh

Its whistling voices were released.

Shaman and warrior rallies. Upon their front, one with antlers.
The chime of bells hanging from its branches now a dreadful reminder of the war she brings.

"Bask upon the Seed's glow once last, brave warrior."
"For I order you not to fight, but to die with me."

"Be it through magic, or our bloated corpses clogging the contraption."
"We will raze the city, and bring its defenders to the soil."

Target: The City of Promethia

Objective: The occupation of Promethia.

Date: TBD