[color=fff200]"I fear that she might have been the most reasonable of our enemies to come. If she was but only a lowly acolyte, the rest might be beyond any offer of redemption."[/color]

The blade and fabric exchanged roles in bearing the coagulated blood from the woman. One made clean again through polished refinement and resolve. The other drenched in the irrational debauchery it clothed. A garb, sewn for a wicked, illustrious purpose, lay in silence, as rags, worthy only to sponge the turpitude of their evil.

[color=662d91]“The smallest seed of depravity can, at times, bloom against the gravity of righteousness. Just one persistent dewdrop of a dragon’s ambition eventually blemishes a soul even as stalwart as a saint’s, into a full storm of iniquity. However, the mightiest oak, when infested with rot, will always fall. Her spirit is now in another realm, though disowned from our history, remains hailing alongside a thunderous cloud of witnesses against our world’s fate.”[/color]

A lungful of scorn released from the decrepit pirate, as the elder’s lips divorced wide, teethed inlet agape.

[color=662d91]“Come, Judgment!”[/color]

Recognizing its appellation once more, the raven bolted into elder’s mouth, disappearing in wisps of smoke and ember. The tongue ring spindled, issuing sparks of ash into the druid’s beard. Combing through his silver whiskers, flakes of charcoal dander snowed, peeling and collecting as patches in the sanguine pool beneath the cultist’s cadaver.

[color=662d91]“Tiamat’s promised presence has seemingly transformed an unruly mob into a disciplined army. An armored ascension is emerging, lads. Aye! I fear that the shadow of their queen may descend upon the battlefield, at any moment.”[/color]

About facing and looking over his left shoulder, the man’s birdless aperture sutured words of encouragement, before pursuing additional counsel.

[color=662d91]“Hope must rise to meet her. We must plant others with courage, to rally again against these fallow foes, before they take further root. Dawn is breaking; let us seek Nighthill before the day’s sun harvests another shadow on Greenest.”[/color]

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Torus leaves the bloodied cell, looking for the Governor, hoping to establish another collective plan before the next calamity.
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