[center][i]For centuries, Lords from all the worlds gathered
nourished the flame, sacrificed embers.
But the Dark withstood the shackles of Lords,
posed a threat to those that sought light.
Three Lords and their champions gathered once more
to ignite the Flame again, to zeal the Hollowed.

Viraahn, the slayer of wyrms, wandered from the East,
with his champions, the Silent Twins, slaying Unkindled.

The Gatekeeper of the Grand Capital and his Custodian,
together bonded by chain and flame, igniting the North.

And Queen of the Blazing Forest and her demonic presence
of Hellspawner, piling up the dead beneath their feet.

But the Bell does not toll for their reign, for Unkindled,
Undead and what lurks the Dark rise from all the arches of the world.
It is their revolution once more...[/i][/center]

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Before your gaze lies a valley. The air reeks of flesh and feces and the quiet humming of mosquitoes is heard in the midst of trees and mud. A place so rotten the trees do not grow upward, but bend and slither on the ground, their leaves shrooms of varying sizes. Rocks melt to the will of this forsaken place. Sinkholes are filled with sludge darker than the blood of the wicked. The mud clings to all it touches...

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In front of you, sitting on a particularly large tree, sits a man, speared to the tree with three large metal rods. His breathing is heavy, but relaxed. To his fallen gaze rests a bonfire, idly giving a warmth to the vicinity.

Just like the people heard many days ago, the sound of a large bell wrecks over the land, like a call of an old father. It is the bell that brought forth the Unkindled from their graves. The call for another gathering. The call for another linking of the Fire...