Standing by the tall windows of the grand hall, Evelyn had a perfect view overlooking the rest of Thanermere. Snow had begun to fall once more covering Thanermere and the surrounding settlement in a blanket of snow. Each flake drifted slowly towards the earth as there were no winds to make their descent harsh or hurried. The moon illuminated the accumulated snow, causing them to glisten in the night as if the moon hovered over the ocean. Evelyn had only visited Thanermere two times before but each time was as memorable as the last, now it seemed this visit would be no different. The sound of fighting could be heard from behind and just as Evelyn was about to walk over the sudden sound of the lieutenant halted her approach.

Just as she was turning her attention back to the window, the sound of a certain dwarf reached her ears. Facing Glodin, Evelyn let out a soft smirk upon hearing the dwarf's offer which quickly turned to a sullen frown. [color=fff79a][b]"Thank you, Glodin. I only wish we'd been able to save more souls that day"[/b][/color], Evelyn began to clench her fist tightly despite still wearing he gauntlets. Glancing back out towards the window she looked out towards the dark horizon before speaking once more, [color=fff79a][b]"I wonder how long this new war will last. From what I witnessed at Starguard, I may not live to see this war's end"[/b][/color]. Evelyn thought back to the night of the attack. She felt the heat of green fire on her face and the rumbling as the conclave hall collapsed. That night was host to evil in its purest form, unbridled destruction. Sar'than, a name that Evelyn made sure to remember as soon as she learnt it from their cultist friend. Whatever monster this "Dead God" was had to be destroyed, his followers must be hunted down and destroyed if this world was ever to see peace once more. Changing the topic, Evelyn put on a more pleasant face as she asked, [color=eff79a][b]"Enough about this, tell me about yourself Sir Stonequarry. Are you surface born or from Uldgorin?"[/b][/color]
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[center][h2][b][u]Starguard Has Fallen[/u][/b][/h2][/center]

[i]The night of the attack, after the battle's end...[/i]
The army of the Dead God had claimed victory on this night, the first step in their long campaign against The Order and soon the world. What before was a field of dead Templars and cultists now stood the resurrected dead whose unified screams echoed across the lands. The courtyard was filled with cultists and at its center knelt the surviving Knight-Commanders with Grathan among them. The cultists kicked at them, cursed at them, and threw rocks at them before Grathan yelled back in retaliation, [b]"YOU DISGUSTING WHORESONS! YOU'VE NO IDEA WHAT WRATH YOU'VE BROUGHT UPON YOURSELVES!"[/b]. As quick as Grathan had spoken another voice boomed back in response, [color=f26522][b]"SILENCE! THE DEAD LORD ARRIVES!"[/b][/color]. The entire courtyard fell silent. All that could be heard was the heavy metallic footsteps of someone approaching the center of the courtyard. Each step seemed to add to the level of dread every Knight-Commander felt in that moment before the Dead God revealed himself. Sar'than, The Dead God, was roughly seven feet in height as he looked down at the defeated commanders. His armor was black as the darkest night and the spaces between each plate glowed bright green revealing his undead form underneath. His face was not human but that of a horror. He wore the visage of a black skull with green fire coming from his mouth. His eyes were green orbs of light which left ribbons of light hovering in the air as he moved. Not a single sole dare speak for fear of what this being would do to them. Suddenly The Dead God raised his hand, holding his palm towards the sky, and allowing a bright green orb to form in his grasp. With his other hand he raised it towards one of the surviving commanders and in a matter of moments the mans's life essence was torn from him with each passing moment being excruciating agony. Once the deed was done Sar'than raised his orb into the air allowing all his followers to view the new soul that had been added to the collection. 

Just then a woman entered the circle, the way she carried herself seemed as though she was above the average cultist which was proven true as she dared to speak without fear of repercussions. [color=440e62][b]"Witness, brothers and sisters! Not even the brightest flames can stand against the glory that is Sar'than! These "Templars" and their false promises of order are nothing to fear! For all those who serve their lord faithfully, they shall find eternal salvation once his work is complete!"[/b][/color], the minute the witch finished her speech she turned her attention to Grathan who glared at her with eyes of hate and rage. [color=440e62][b]"You. At the battle's beginning three bolts of lightening were fired by your kin. What was it's purpose?"[/b][/color], her tone was harsh as she eyed the commander with contemptuous eyes. Grathan spat at her but missed, however that did not stop the witch from attempting to stick the man with her dagger. Her hand was halted by the large fist of Sar'than who stared at her with stoic eyes before speaking, [color=39b54a][b]"These souls belong to me, Cyrena...Krovah, hunt down any heretics who've escaped my wrath"[/b][/color], the creature known as Krovah knelt before replying, [color=f26522][b]"I leave at once my Lord!"[/b][/color].

Grathan watched as Krovah grabbed a group of cultists with him to go hunt for Evelyn and what men she managed to rally to her mission. Bringing his attention back to Sar'than he noticed The Dead God's hand was aimed at him. By dawn the heads of the surviving Knight-Commanders were hung from the maingate of Starguard Castle.