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executed by a vine-plagued dagger, proceeding to glow dark red as a crimson eye opened
on the hilt. It let out a disturbing laugh. The dead mage who came from Malladaym to be the
priest for Tsarhaat. He died from a bullet through the heart and in his death he was
consumed by hatred. So while his life dripped away, he saved himself by transferring his
soul into a dagger laying on the ground next to him.The Blade of the Ruined Priest. He
resurrected the fallen village and waited to exterminate Anjaroth. Today that plan went into
action. Dead bodies laid on rocks and trees, blood gushing from wounds too deep to see the

end of them. “A massacre, how IRONIC ,”. Rasped the blade.

Word got back to Anjaroth about the absolute eradication of their 5th division. Wiped off the
face of the nine realms without a trace left. King Damon was furious. “That was our best
division!”, he roared, “Was there really no trace of them left?”.

“Yes my king, only an absolutely horrible reek of blood,” his chief replied, “We also lost some
of our maps of Jagra on their voyage,”.
“Dang and blast!”, he raged, “My iron gauntlet can not be completed without that gem!”. You
see, Jagra had a sacred gem and King Damon, with his neverending greed, wanted to add it
to his iron gauntlet that he always wielded. The gem is a cloudy white, entwined with
mahogany wood. Unfortunately, karma always strikes back. Meanwhile, in the Jagra Forests
they bordered off Tsarhaat and if anyone tried to spread the word about what happened, or
tried to go past the borders then they would be apprehended and thrown into a cell. The
golden sun fell despairingly in the purple evening sky as frightened people, with the utmost
care, got into their beds and slept with one eye open, frightened for what would come in the
night…

By Marcello

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