[Shelpies]

"A deal is a deal and we shall see it through."

"The Sabbath has prepared us for this."
"Meranthe will find itself in the quagmire of its nadir."

"Good against Evil."
"Order against Chaos."

"Life against Death."

"Echo with the sound of Gjallarhorn and call upon Ragnarok as you'd like,"
"But know that the bell tolls for thee."

The countless kingdoms and forces of Meranthe band together in their final stand against the forces of Deep Hold, depicting a climactic stand-off that painters would paint for generations on end, a battle that bards and muses will sing of for decades and, perhaps, even centuries. In face of this, smaller covens are invited by the Grand Guignol to participate in the momentous battle just as well. Spearheaded by the Son of Misfortune, Lyseroth, a rather small but by no means inexperienced group of cultists march to assist the demonic horde in their push to bring about the volcanic winter.

There are hushed whispers that indicate that this will undoubtedly be the last moment of unity between the forces of evil as the Grand Guignol cast their gazes upwards the Tower of Aetius, no doubt focused more on the grand undertaking of delving into the secrets within.