The crows flew in giant murders, eating the crop of the rich and mighty while the dark robed followers of Lefredias slit the throat of generals, princes and kings. A tidal wave of darkness drowned the world from the outskirts as the The Shadow of Ambitions swept the nations on his flight towards the Capital of Gods. For while other bickered, he grew in strength. The many dark omens that now plagued prophets and the way vampir and other foul beings rose to sudden prominence scared the people. And when there was fear, there was Uncertainty. Lefridas had no interest in the throne itself at the moment, he had interest in the beings around it, in the struggle. He wanted it to continue, and he wanted a frail winner in the end. Failing that he wanted someone who would allow Lefridias to grow further, Corruption came into mind. They both were worshiped by politicians, they worshiped the god of corruption for influence but their corruption in turn led their subjects into rebelling against them. A cycle of new order, corruption and finally rebellion. Indeed it might be beneficial to Lefredias to put the fool on the seat of power. 

And so the Prince of change steered his steps ever towards the capital.

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The oppressed had long waited for the capitals fall. The provinces outside of the capital were in complete uproar now that nobles and guardsmen were burning within the capital. The coming of the Vampir and the blood firsty hordes that served the blood thirsty Mikazliqui proved a blessing for these people. The people outside the city walls were hardy and intelligent folks that had fled and hunkered down. And the hordes had seemed more focused on the capital and the people outside the walls, away from the the slaughter instead dealt with brigands that took the opportunity to raid the villages or plague the roads. A time of uncertainty indeed. Lefredias had never seen been a supporter of violence without purpose, blood thirst was folly and all rebellions could be fought in different ways he had realized long ago. But He was the Prince of Change however and the foolish Mikazliqui was doing him a great favor with letting his followers swarm. For in all the revocable change that was being caused, Lefredias found his champion. And with his new found playground, his followers had done well to spread his word and gathered people under his banner. One such follower was Nefla.

 A young, charismatic woman , Nefla is the illegitimate child of the very tribe that first settled the lands around the city. Long marginalize and driven away by the God Kings followers, they have long simmered just on the edge of open rebellion. But the old order saw fit to bolster those that oppressed them. But now Nefla saw Lefredias in her dreams and her eyes swelled with tears as she threw herself at his feet. For her people had taken to worship him long ago. They were the first to recognize his coming and what it represented. 

“MY LORD” Her voice sounded almost like that of a child, her excitement making it crack. Lefredias smiled underneath the porcelain mask.

“Raise your head Nefla. I know of your sorrows, your pain, your desperation. Your uncertainty sings to me, you need answers. I can lead you to a end, but the only way is to take up arms. To rebel against the source. TO long have you suffered under the whip of civilization. “ Lefredias voice was like a million little whispers that wrapped themselves around Neflas heart. Gods were not made as mortals, their influence absolute should they want it and Lefredias had found his champion for this conflict. 

“My lord. I am but impoverished outcast. I have no army to my name, just honest men that protect our villages from single strays of the foul one.”

“Have you not long killed taxmen and the like in defiance of the capital?” Came Lefredias answer, again gripping the womans heart with doubt. Making her question herself, her every decision up to this point. And it only made her desperation grow.

“Yes... But those were mortals. What is a scythe to a Vampir?” She demanded to know, and her god could see the fire of rebellion growing withinher, she questioned everything around her, she would do well In the time to come.

“You and yours will be cloaked in the shadows of giants.“ Lefredias spoke again, a myriad of boices not human yet so pleasant. “I will give you a banner of deepest black cloth and you will drink from the Darkness within you. Turn the desperation into the sharpest claw as a cornered man can fell six others in sheer desperation. Turn that uncertainty into a tool to question those that would try and rule you and rise to lead your people in rebellion. The other villages will join you, they know the winds of change are blowing.” It was ironic, that he had to make a fanatic out of person, but otherwise his presence might sway their heart to much, uncertainty was a greater weapon when he could bolster it in his foes.

“Go now. Get your people. Brake the shackles and fly on the wind of change!”