“Fools! They’ll pay with flesh and bone before this fight is over,” cried Mörken the Dark One.
Mörken’s minions, the Troth, released him from the void. Now, he wanted nothing more than to make those responsible pay.
“I can’t attack the Old Ones, so the Waldvolker must pay the price for them. My Troth will collect my due in scream and torment,” hissed Mörken.
Word spread through the ancient forest of Mörken’s wish for vengeance, causing many to flee. Others chose to fight the devil Troth and end the madness once and for all.
Mörken stood high above the ancient forest of Ãlskad. He gazed down upon the land and declared, “All this will be laid to waste in days to come.”
The Troth general saluted the Dark One, then carried his orders to the troops who awaited the cleanse.
“Long Rein the Dark One, Long Live Mörken,” cried the Troth as they marched toward their destiny.
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