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The Land has been plagued with attacks of the Void

Many non-magi and magi residence seek guidance in the most unlikely places

Gathered upon the hills of what once was Altharim arrives a man from the rift.

This masked individual known as Ban of Camazura seeks to enlighten the amassed crowd.

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"Here I stand before you, not seeking to provide you truth. I do not believe in the truth because the truth is a Lie. The Truth is only sheltered by those who have won the wars under a self-righteous banner. The truth has seen those who lead a life of independence be burned down and betrayed by those closest to you. The truth is an invention. The truth is a tactic of manipulation and survival.
When truth becomes belief, it can no longer be scrutinized without repercussion. 

You live now in the chains of the truth. You are sheep, cattle, and livestock served on a platter called Theurgy. Feeding them your faith or worse becoming just another puppet like the one known as Alysleneth. Unfortunately, it was not her fault. It is not your fault either. You were born under some noble family, a lineage rooted in old doctrine, or perhaps you were molded by those who have lived long past their expiration date.

You are bombarded by those of an old order who know of their darkness, their crimes, and hide them by a history rewritten. There are leaders who perhaps know about these crimes and turn a blind eye because they are powerless or maybe they are benefitting from it. Yet, what I can promise you.

We will set you free. They tell you not to gaze into the Void because of the chaos it will inflict, but I say gaze into the Abyss and allow it to look back at you. Reflect upon your every sin, your every insecurity, cleanse yourself. Set yourself free.

Before the crowd of people, Ban would reach for his hood and begin to remove his mask.
For some it was a familiar face, rumors of which would spread to those who had seen him in Crownforge and others who witnessed him in Kindlehelm.

There once was a man who claimed me to be a coward for hiding my face. There has also been a perceived notion of a threat that I fear to reveal myself. Yet I was given enough time to sit among your people and blend in. I realized that was far too rewarding. Too time consuming. There are so many to save and I will continue reach for those who are willing to listen. 

If you know me as Ban, then that is fine, but I will also be transparent as those of your leadership are not. My first step is simply my name.
I am Silvaros Olbrante and I will be your guide.

[Rambling]

"There once was a man who claimed me 

to be a coward for hiding my face."

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT

HIDDEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT HIDDEN

---

In Atheleon Square. There is a...

Well...

It's hard for the Knight known as Paloma to even recognize himself anymore.

News arrives from Crownforge. From Kindlehelm. 

And he takes a simple walk.
Witnesses see him disappear into the trees west of the ruins of Martyr's Vigil.
Others hear the shouting.
Some feel the rage waft on holy wisps.

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NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID

NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID 

NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID 

NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID 

NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID

NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID 

NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID 

NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID
NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID 
NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID 
NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID 
NO DISTANT GOD NOR 
TOUCH OF VOID
NO DISTANT GOD NOR TOUCH OF VOID 

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There has been an audacity.

There has been a trespass.

There was a sense of pride he had attempted to instill in Ban.

And now... only now... after crossing all lines...

Does the Void Puppet, Silvaros Olbrante, reveal himself.

A nobody, a nothing. Speaking of freedom.

And putting all others in chains.

So repeat the words of those that heard the crunch of vegetation and the blast of holy magic

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NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING

THIS

NOTHING IS STOPPING THIS

---

The Wolken emerges from the forest some time later.
Few can tell just by looking what happened there.
But many speak that a clearing has been churned up.
Dirt upheaved, trees knocked over. Thorny vines not there once now growing thick.

And yet
Paloma, Knight of Atheleon
is only seen with a level face, a little grin at times,
and a deadly calm.

---

"When the time comes for that name to be put away?
...someone will stop you. Doesn't have to be me.
...you'll be somewhere far from even an idea of a friend when that happens."

"REMEMBER MY WORDS. 

REMEMBER THEM WHEN IT HAPPENS.
AND WHEN IT DOES..."

I HOPE THIS HURTS

I HOPE THIS HURTS
I HOPE THIS HURTS
I HOPE THIS HURTS
I HOPE THIS HURTS
I HOPE THIS HURTS
I HOPE THIS HURTS
I HOPE THIS HURTS
I HOPE THIS HURTS
I HOPE THIS HURTS
I HOPE THIS

HURTS
I HOPE THIS HURTS