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[color=maroon][h1]Anu'Varr[/h1][/color]

[color=maroon]The Scarred One[/color]

Interacting with: [@Rune_Alchemist][@Dealdric]
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Once the creature had given Anu the letter, she immediately noticed the seal of Lord (or Lady) Iva. She opened it hesitantly, one could never be too careful, but the letter was just that: A letter. She read it, ingesting the words like a ravenous dog. It seemed much was happening, much indeed. She barked an order for something to write on, and blood. 

They waited for but a moment as her materials were brought to her. A human’s leathery hide, and blood. She dipped her finger in the blood and wrote her reply in an archaic script.

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[i][color=crimson]”Oh dearest Iva, you have brought me great satisfaction. You have my undying thanks for bringing this information to me. An assembly of gods you say? I have no need for a family reunion. Trying to convince me to attend would fall upon deaf ears, and the Lord of Law would be wise to realize that. If I am not in attendance, I can only surmise that our more ‘well-behaved’ siblings might talk more freely of their plans. I must applaud you for this foresight and bringing it to my attention. Such a clever god indeed. I shall accept such a request, but only through a formal deal. We must… shake on it. Since you have invited me to your library, I only see it fitting that I invite you to Osarion in return. Come and see me if you wish to build your library. As for these flies, I shall deal with them accordingly."[/color][/i]
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Anu then signed the letter with her seal and a blood-stained kiss. She gave it to the messenger, leaving the winged creature to its own devices as she walked back into Osarion. It was time to rest, the events of the night were surprisingly taxing. For now she would retreat to her chambers, and regain some lost power. There was much to be done in the coming days, she still needed more demons and devils to join her ranks for war was brewing. 

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Venturing into the corrupt lands of the Devil was certainly suicide. Animals avoided the area like the plague, plants that grew were warped and twisted by the perversion of the Mountain, and humans only went their to die- or worse. Now a misguided man, accompanied by a group of animals that by all rights should be afraid, had been followed the moment they entered her domain, by Lesser Devils. The small horned fiends were far more clever beyond what most saw on the surface and they knew the lands of Anu better then even the Flesh demons, their hated rivals. 

They were curious as to why a human entered so willingly and still walked without killing himself. It tried their patience, for they were hungry now and both animals and man were mouthwatering. With a sudden howl, the magician and his mimics would be surrounded by a small band of Lesser Devils, who wasted little time in attacking!