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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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“Maker, protect us from the storm…”

	“...the storm that brings the void to our hearth…”

		“...give us certainty in the endless darkness…”

			“...and make sure–”

The pyromancer’s prayer was cut short as screams echoed in the hearthfire’s ember, as a horrid void crawled upon the peak of the tower; an inhuman, distorted screech coming from its gaping maw. Had the lone hunter with the cannon stayed, perhaps they would not have screamed, perhaps the voidling would have been blasted into oblivion. Perhaps so, but alas such was not the case; the pyromancers were alone and many were shaken from their task. Pyromancer Galeil, the leader of the lot, was the only one among the pyromancers who did not panic and as such was barking orders to his lessers almost immediately. They didn’t listen. Pyromancer Riessima had never seen a void before. Pyromancer Daviel was a coward. Pyromancer Zulman was ready to die. The fire itself shook as the six apprentice pyromancers struggled to hold the flame, and in the end, their only chance to survive this horrid day.

[color=FF4D19]“Hold! Hold, you void-forsaken cowards!”[/color] He growled, as he held out his hands, using his master of pyromancies to create a sphere of fire the size of an ogre's skull as fast as he could. The void creature snarled in response, but not before the sphere was thrown into its face and engulfed it in the thing it hated the most: the warmth and light of the flame. There would be nothing that remained of the voidling in seconds as the elder pyromancer melted every inch of its body. 

Galeil sighed as he began channeling his magic once more into the elemental shard. He didn’t blame any of the apprentices to not handle the stress and fear that came with their current situation. It was bad. He had been in two similar situations in his life and he wasn’t particularly thrilled that the day had come where it could be his third and potentially his final call to the flame. Only a small handful of hunters had come and he feared they had already lost a few of that small handful, some were as green as his own apprentices. 

[color=FF4D19]“Roc hatchlings. Corrupted by the void.”[/color] He looked up at the sky through the archway as his body shook in anxious dread. [color=FF4D19]“You shouldn’t waste your fear on them.”[/color]

“Ser?”

He turned, [color=FF4D19]“You should fear their [i]mother.[/i]”[/color]

In seconds, almost like it was answering Galeil, a louder, bigger, and even more horrifying screech boomed across the skies. He imagined the situation below, on the ground, wasn’t much better.

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“We got–oh maker no–we got a–aarrrrrrghhh!” 

The sound of bones being crushed into a pudding was never a particularly pleasant sound. Coupled with the tearing and the screaming, the line of guards that formed didn’t quite know how to handle the creature before them as it released their friend, their comrade, whom they had known for five years, with a soft ‘plop’ on the stone road before them. He was unrecognizable. 

Ogres could do this normally. They stood well over twelve feet with muscle that was hard to sever from the bone. The void had taken this ogre and the mass of goblins behind him, coating their skin like black tar and turning their eyes into an endless abyss. The flat fingertips had formed terrible claws that ended its reach. As it and its minions approached it laughed in a dark, almost indiscernible way. In mere moments all of the void goblins screeched as they charged the assortment of guards with demonic speed.

They had no chance.

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